An average human lives to the age of 65 in India. But we’ll take that up later. And, I don’t believe in heaven and I don’t want to deny existence of god.
There could be chances of some god but there is least possibility of a heaven. Do you really think god would be stupid enough to make another world as our post mortem ‘Holiday Inn’ for us, after giving a beautiful Earth ?!
This takes me to the thought of life and especially death. In the past three years a lot of superstars, people whose work I admire in Bollywood Film Industry have been dying one after another. Theatre actor and big screen personality Om Puri recently, to Rajesh Khanna and my favorite Shammi Kapoor. All passed away within last five years. And as I see, these people embraced death in good circumstances. Om Puri died happily with no debt or court case pending excepting a few past tussles at family turf. Rajesh Khanna had his family around, his ex-lover and son-in-law to take care of him, and love from multiple generations of audience, and then Shammi Kapoor who finished his last movie filmed opposite with his grandson, also died with no debt as far as public knows. In actuality he died, in a five star hospital bed. That’s a big thing and worth noting in India. Dying peacefully in cosiness of a bed is the best and least one could expect in Indian 1.2 Billion population. If you got it, be grateful.
There is a lesson to take from death. Death altogether is an event which comes like many other things in life only once, and of course we all know it and live with this knowledge. But less talked about is, what it also offers to teach us, from experiences of other people, that of death pointing merrily its incumbent role in ensembling fickle nature of life. One day you are here and then bam ! All’s that left is dust and bones. All the war, strides and strifes, emotions and diseases, the good food, bad experiences, the high of sex, the lows of breakups, seeing the world, or ignoring it completely, all gone. From standing for something, to waiting for nothing, the sip of coffee and tea to Kadhai Paneer and Chicken Tangri and those evening conversations and Mrs. Bhalla ki gossip and Chachi ki sabzi and Father’s expectations and Bhaiya ko rakhi, with no memory, it never happened. Memory is the only warehouse offering a narrow lane into our past. Death makes its absolutist character appear in stark contrast.
Diwali ka dia to Holi ki bhaang, January ki sardi to autumn of August. Marriage and education, poetry and fiscal knowledge, movies in theatre, the intended goodness of others and the privilege we get. All have a common end, with our mutually assured death. You are going one second less each minute towards it. And we can do nothing about it… (Talk about controlling your life now).
If it makes many people cringe and recoil in disgust together allowing a feeling of revolt, it is almost rightly so. For some sections, the feeling of not controlling factors of living in day to day life and eventually finding meaninglessness in futile actions can be overwhelmingly discouraging. Meanwhile others may like the knowledge of what’s ultimately in store in the end that infuses energy in making their journey a wholesome experience. For me the thought that this happens is, in contrast, a very hilarious as human is only species who lives with the knowledge of death. And this leads me from thinking to actually talking about it. All because I want to try to see it from a different perspective. This will be differing in terms of views how I see life as a whole gradually from the way it was presented to me.
It also settles my ego that my life is actually just a ‘Trust’ named in my name, framed in my body, by some one else, but for something way beyond me. Humans live with this idea that life is all about us since we can think and smell and use our limbs to make or destroy, and outsmart every other being.(try outsmarting death;). I didn’t have a choice to be born or not. I was born by accidental few active sperms among billions of active ones. You have a higher probability of determining successful outcomes in IAS exams of India than which sperm will hit or miss an egg.
And on similar note neither do I have a choice when I die. This is not such a morbid topic but juxtaposes naked fact in light of existence of one inert fear, lingering beneath diaphragm of bodies, that of an incoming end.
Unlike sex education in schools, fight against discrimination globally, this unfortunately, despite its normality, does happen everywhere, and talking about fear of death has not got its fair share and is not a common place agenda in conversations.
Since we might not see to live 65th year our lives; oh why ? You are gobbling Junk Food and Colas and Oily food and harmful waves of cell phones, with eyes hooked to expose its delicate nerves and muscles, nosedived for hourse onto screens that move and shine with unnaturally high light.. Add to this fair contribution of pollution in your city (I live in Delhi’s gaschamber) and chemicals we use; from soap to moisturisers, vaseline to plastic products, the shampoo bottle and hand sanitizers and sunscreens to carcinogenic agent rich lipstick and antibiotic addiction and the list goes on. The bad body posture, lack of exercise, not meeting people aka social interaction, falling trees, crumbling relationships, feasting crows on your building’s waste dustbins and, fasting poor moms who care about us due to all above reasons. (This is worth thinking amongst many)
This age is giving us more reasons to think about death. Are we ignoring these questions ? Or, dissolving more into materials to fly away with problems with an evening box of donuts facing Narcos.
Think of it like this, some of us reading this post might not live to see centenary celebrations of the Indian Republic in 2047.(Exceptions are there)
It also indicates that if you have lived to complete 25th year of life today, the next phase of life can be perhaps be highly daunting. And being dismissive about it ? May just be a wrong option. ‘Gather ye rosebuds while ye may’.Pick up your survival tools this second. Because. Clock is ticking.