ALLURING DEATH

ALLURING DEATH

How real is birth? How real is the existence of a being? How real is the life nurtured inside a beating or palpating heart? How real is the blinking of eyelids? How real is the emotions flowing through blood? How real are the senses? One can’t actually quantify the magnitude of reality but can surely say, without a bit of hesitation that these things exist for sure and has a sense of reality in them. But all these are related to the so called positive aspect of life, where we live. There also exist another reality of life where our lives are seized, which is considered a negative shade of life. But which is as real as the positive aspect. Yes, death. Death is as real as life. It is as true as truth himself and as life, even the quantification of death can’t be done, only the tears can be seen all around the place to welcome this sibling of life.

What is death? Why is it considered so gloomy and people are afraid of it? The existence of death is analogous to the existence of life, but this is the most hated sibling of all. Why is it so? Even though people are aware of it, why they seem so shocked? There is no element of surprise in the fact that death exists but there is always an element of surprise in its tenure or the time of its arrival and the departure of life. It’s very tough to talk about a topic which is considered so negative because then the person is also colored with the same brush on the same canvas. It’s not true. Even I want to be cheerful, full of life and a happy person. But when I look around and see those eyes who lost their parents at a very tender age, those tears which deny to stop flowing down the old wrinkled cheeks of those parents who lost their kids, those shouting loud crying sonic falling on my ear, those helpless and hopeless looks of people who lost their dear ones, I simply can’t be a happy person again.

Who is responsible for it? Nobody. Whom to blame? May be the Almighty. But how can you blame Him for the cycle of life. It’s inevitable in every possible possibilities. What happens to a person who dies? Can’t say. But one thing is for sure, there is a void in life of his/her dear ones which never ever gets filled by any element, physical or emotional.

When I was a child, I heard a story about Raavan, the famous character from Ramayan. The story went like this- “Raavan had some ambitious projects in his mind which he wanted to complete before he die, like, making a bridge between earth and heaven, so that everyone can go there; not even a single child should die in front of his parents etal.” Even though Raavan was considered an evil soul and we celebrate his death, but still he had that heart to understand the pain parents go through when they have to deal with such a devastating incident.

“Death”, in itself is such a topic which is the scariest of all, the gloomiest of all and the darkest of all. Why should people talk about it? Because like any other reality, this is a reality and there are emotions attached to it. I am just trying to touch the tip of that iceberg which is created in the absence. Absence is more powerful than presence. We would have never valued life, if it was not for death. We would have never remembered most of the persons in this world, if they were not dead. The very existence of a person is measured by the number of persons he is remembered by, in his absence. It’s always the absence which gives meaning to presence. This is a harsh reality of life. We value the things which we don’t have. May be not anymore.

We can feel love, we talk about love, and we read love stories. Why? Because it is a feeling. A feeling which gives us goosebumps, butterflies in our stomach and we can go on forever talking about this one abstract emotion of ours. Whereas talking about death is considered so inauspicious that many would consider their purification after reading this article (if they have continued till here).

I embrace the reality and I just want to bring out the intensity of pain, a person go through when they are detached from their loved ones. Nobody can feel it the same way. And the prime reason to talk so much about death, the pain associated with it and the unquantifiable quantity of tears all around, is the politics around this very sibling of life, we call it as – “Death” , by fear.

It’s very sad, how people make statements, how people try to gain political and economic advantage out of a skeleton. If you can’t respect a living, at least respect a dead. Actually I am so very wrong here. If a person can’t respect a living, how can he respect a dead? A point to ponder upon. 

A beautiful death to end this journey is the blessing in disguise. But the journey should be full of life like there is no tomorrow. This is the truth of life. Live life the way you never imagined so that even your absence leaves a void which can never be filled.

Death is a reality which is inevitable but life is a juggernaut which teaches us to keep moving. But both complements each other and both are equally beautiful, like day and night. Can you stop admiring the beauty of night, knowing the value of day?