Death..

            How painful death would be is something none can ever fathom as that moment is simply unfathomable. None can experience his or her own death. However, howsoever painful death may be, it has to be experienced by each of us. Death would be a final finale and we all has to play it when the time comes. But talking of our own death is still easy than the pain you get from the death of your near and dear one.

               Death is a certain and a cruel thing. My body shakes with fear when I think of this final certainty coming to anyone of my near or dear one. It is hard to write about this thing, but it is a certainty, I will experience in my life. We all experience it. Certainly, those would be the moments when you and I would think what we have achieved or lost in life. All our achievements would mean nothing towards the loss we have incurred. i.e. loss of a life of someone dear to us. Even to think of it is so cruel, God only knows how painful and cruel it would be when it comes to us in reality with its full force.

         Death is an irreversible phenomenon. Someone dead cannot come back. Perhaps that makes it the most painful and cruel event. Anything you wanted to say to her or a chance to touch her, a chance to talk to her, a chance to look at her, hear her or feel her is all gone forever. Her presence is gone. Your sense of her being there is gone. How terribly cruel it is that you would never be able to hear her, see her, feel her, touch her. The melody of voice is gone. The gentle touch is no more there. It is darkness ahead, it is black ahead.

           Everything finishes. Everything just vanishes in that gory moment of Death. Your complaints to her, your compliments to her, your love to her, your hatred to her is all gone. It is just You who remain, she is gone. No matter how hard you cry and how desperately you pray to God, she is not coming back. Nothing can bring her back because she has died. Being bereaved is all what is left in the kitty.

         With all this, I wonder what human life is. We live every day. We aspire every day of our life to achieve something. But what in fact we achieve is nothing. All will be lost one day, no matter how high or down you go in life, someday all will be even and we all will bid farewell to life. It is a hard paradox attached to our lives that we will live but we will die. How desperate we remain in all days and all nights of our life. Our existence in this world is temporary, even then we stake everything to achieve the epitome in this world. That epitome would be temporary, even then we do every thing we can to achieve it.

              When we look at old photographs, what we see in them.  Just a time gone by and memories. They are good memories, best time of our lives, but all gone away in a flash because indeed time is flying. We are living our life every day but even then, it is such a fast show. Each day and each night is passing by at its normal pace but still it will feel like as how fast the journey was when the curtains are finally drawn. At the end of all these days and nights, it will be a ‘life’ went away in a flash. Think about it! It is slow ‘life’ yet in the end a very fast trip.

           ''ye duniya agar mil bhi jaye tau kya hai!!...." Hear this piece by Piyush Mishra.
                                  

                                                                                                       Love, 

                                                                                                       Narayan

                                                                                                      (Nainital)