Deathnote

Hmm, finally I’m writing on this. The instigation for this post comes from the demise of MJ, an event which has stirred a walloped response from the human fraternity. Thousands of stories popping up on the news channels, hundreds of messages being posted on social networking sites, ubiquitous pictures of the star gleaming in random websites, phew, that’s definintely an exuberant furore on display.Now, hang on, before I am censured for not acknowledging the grieving departure of the king of pop, let me pay my tribute. (This is to MJ–) Out of sympathy for the person and respect for your talent, I wish that you R.I.P.

Coming back, I will not comment anything on the person in particular.On how he lived or for that matter how he died.Because I’ve not known anything about MJ apart from his music which was regularly played on Sunday afternoons at my home, after lunch. Heal the world topping my favorites chart.

Death. The five letter word, what does it mean to you? People who have experienced it are irretrievable and those who haven’t are not irrecusable either. Painful it is said while it is silent some opined. Whatever may it be, it is definitely accentuated– whether with teary eyes or with glee is a matter of personal choice.

When a person of social standing passes away into the infinite depths of time, a lot of hue and cry is raised. People flood the media with their sympathies and the media plunges itself into excavating the hidden truths of the personality- to smear its spices on the life of the nomore and shoot up the ratings. The family is interviewed, the video-tapes of the past broadcasted and the extravaganza goes on for a few days till the flame goes off. Once it is old, it is no more gold for the media. Life moves on.

How does all this matter to the person who has passed away? Does it make any difference to the deceased? Definitely not. Then why do people cry their heart out, why do they spend hours together writing in the memory of the person, why do they spend money on ceremonies in the name of death, why is it this way,why is there so much pomp, why is there so much fuss, why is there so much…perhaps, insecurity associated with death?

It is fear for the fate. The ultimate destiny any soul is doomed to come face-to-face, once and for all.We fear death, we comfortably disremember its inevitability in our rat race. After all,tell me  who wishes to begin their day on a grim note. We love to be happy, happy in the materialistic world- in the little nest we have spun for ourselves that screens us adeptly from realizing the beautifully simple truths.

But then life is a prankster,ain’t it? Loves to see you cooked up.So, on one of your unlucky days, it poses you with its shenanigans.And how do shallow minds respond..raise the alarm, call for unity, gasp in vain and go unrestrained. Life is not abass. Neither is it cold on us. It is sensitive with hidden lessons carefully woven into its complex fibers. All you need is a pacified mind to understand. After all you must appreaciate your luck to observe and prepare yourself , because once you confront it, you will have no second choice.

**Dedicated to all the souls which have exited in order to  give us space so that we move ahead in the queue.