It was one of the most ordinary moment in my life. In fact I wouldn't even have remembered it, ever, if not for the call that I made. I was busy at the computer, my fingers racing with each other over the alphabets. There was hot and sweet coffee standing beside the monitor, tempting me to taste one of the simplest pleasures of life. And my mobile phone kept buzzing with a sudden influx of messages from friends, who all happened to remember me at the same instance. And there I was, thinking Life cant get any better and preparing to write an amusing anecdote about reading newspapers......
Sometimes, everything before your eyes appear perfect. There is a bright shining sun in the sky, a kissing cool breeze, a soothing green expanse of Earth......all of them portraying a richness of life that you cannot but feel happy about. But something, somewhere is just not right...in the farthest and deepest corner of your cerebrum, a niggling thought makes its presence known. And that's when you realise, there are other people out there whose world may not be as perfect as yours. The moment of decision is on you...Are you going to find out what this thought is about and thus spoil the perfect moment or...? You lift the phone and dial the number reluctantly...
Life is not normal everyday stuff at the other end. The extreme sorrow and pain that only Death is capable of leaving behind is evident from the sounds. I'm not talking about the sobbing, neither am I referring to the noise usually associated with a death ceremony. Rather, it was the sound of quietness. A sound that comes when people realise nothing can be done. The fact has been accepted...Life has to go on...
"What happened? She died...It was an accident...How cruel? Can't God have been more kind?...Yes, she could have been more careful...Who is going to take care of the sweet kids that she has helped bring into this world?...Oh, My God, Can life get any more worse?..."
Typical reactions when Death creeps in a family (or bangs them on the head, as in this case) don't you agree? But why? No, am not questioning the Death as such, I have come to aceept that but the reactions after that? Why? How long will this pain last, stay alive? Life does proceed, and at an amazingly fast rate at that.
I have been a witness to Death once before in my life, at very close quarters. At that time, I did feel the pain, the helplessness of the people left behind...the seemingly totally hopeless situation that descended on the family. But today, I see the very same people going about their life as normally as anyone else does. I see them happy, I see them having fun and I think...So it didn't make any difference after all did it? Do not mistake me, am not saying all those reactions earlier were a sham...Yes, maybe the pain still lingers in their heart...But Life did return to normal didn't it?
So what do u actully miss when some one dies? I think its more of a case of the security that you associated with that person, the reassurance that all is well in your life, the collateral to share your pain, the immunity or shield against the bad things in life and finally the freedom that let you escape from realising the fickleness of Life.
Here is a poem on Death that I found on the Internet...I do not know the author but it did seem like a nice poem...
Sometimes, everything before your eyes appear perfect. There is a bright shining sun in the sky, a kissing cool breeze, a soothing green expanse of Earth......all of them portraying a richness of life that you cannot but feel happy about. But something, somewhere is just not right...in the farthest and deepest corner of your cerebrum, a niggling thought makes its presence known. And that's when you realise, there are other people out there whose world may not be as perfect as yours. The moment of decision is on you...Are you going to find out what this thought is about and thus spoil the perfect moment or...? You lift the phone and dial the number reluctantly...
Life is not normal everyday stuff at the other end. The extreme sorrow and pain that only Death is capable of leaving behind is evident from the sounds. I'm not talking about the sobbing, neither am I referring to the noise usually associated with a death ceremony. Rather, it was the sound of quietness. A sound that comes when people realise nothing can be done. The fact has been accepted...Life has to go on...
"What happened? She died...It was an accident...How cruel? Can't God have been more kind?...Yes, she could have been more careful...Who is going to take care of the sweet kids that she has helped bring into this world?...Oh, My God, Can life get any more worse?..."
Typical reactions when Death creeps in a family (or bangs them on the head, as in this case) don't you agree? But why? No, am not questioning the Death as such, I have come to aceept that but the reactions after that? Why? How long will this pain last, stay alive? Life does proceed, and at an amazingly fast rate at that.
I have been a witness to Death once before in my life, at very close quarters. At that time, I did feel the pain, the helplessness of the people left behind...the seemingly totally hopeless situation that descended on the family. But today, I see the very same people going about their life as normally as anyone else does. I see them happy, I see them having fun and I think...So it didn't make any difference after all did it? Do not mistake me, am not saying all those reactions earlier were a sham...Yes, maybe the pain still lingers in their heart...But Life did return to normal didn't it?
So what do u actully miss when some one dies? I think its more of a case of the security that you associated with that person, the reassurance that all is well in your life, the collateral to share your pain, the immunity or shield against the bad things in life and finally the freedom that let you escape from realising the fickleness of Life.
Here is a poem on Death that I found on the Internet...I do not know the author but it did seem like a nice poem...
