Monday, February 22, 2010

DEATH : An Irrevocable Truth

Death is the one inevitable truth for which you can never come prepared.
Though it is a universal fact that man is a mortal being, yet this unwelcomed guest brings a wave of shock and sadness to every kith-n-kin left behind.. I was reading a newspaper that featured the victims of Pune's German Bakery Blast, and one article which instantly caught my attention was that of the Kolkatta siblings, Anindyee and Ankik Dhar. Young, vibrant and innocent as they were, they fell prey to some psycho’s idea of taking vengeance, and died without even comprehending who their murderer was or why they were killed??
What do we do then? We return back to our normal lifestyle just as easily…shrugging as we move on… “ It has become normal to see terror strikes now”.
This is how death brings shock to all and affects none except a few.

Another facet of death, as we all know is…natural death. Recently my maternal uncle passed away with a sudden unexpected heart attack. At the age of 78, he still wished for a ‘long healthy life’, a life meant to be filled with content and bliss. Inspite of his optimism, he was never ignorant to the prospect of death sure to engulf him someday. His wrinkled face was invariably adorned with a charming smile and I always felt that this man was indestructible.
And yet, who could postpone death when it stands at your doorstep…?
His demise, though anticipated, clearly shook the Earth from our feet.
And a strange thought struck me then…. This old man had little time left in his hands and yet hoped to complete plenty of unfinished tasks. While we, being so young, have millions of hours to spare but ironically nothing fruitful to do.
One lesson that I learned from this was, to live life in such a way that one does’nt feel any regrets while taking in his final breathes on his deathbed…
I end here with a beautiful quote: “ Life is like an ICE, enjoy it before it completely melts”

1 comments:

Tarun Sharma said...

Death you are a poem..
a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..

when drowning pulse will bring on painful sleep
when Moon carrying her yellow face will reach horizon
when days still in water and night close to shore
there is not yet darkness, neither light, not night not day
when body is gone and soul still breaths.

a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..

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