Thursday, December 24, 2009


Why people fear ‘death’? The surety of this event is greater than any other happening in our lives. Then why we try to avoid mentioning it in our so called ‘intellectual’ discourses?

Personally, I believe death can have many manifestations and colors it can embody. Physical death or the stoppage of one as an active, living being is just one accounted avatar of many untouched, under explored forms that Death can present.
I believe that if a person stops his/her craving for good and positive in the life that he/she is made to live, then that person is pretty much on the precipice of death’s cave. For living people are understood to be enthusiastic for at least one
aspect in their life’s tenure.

A man, who is empty of any passion in the dealings of his life, is as good as dead. For passion, defines the warmth, the radiance, the color in a body that has yet to be titled a ‘cadaver.’
Hope is the priming source that drives the injection of passion in peoples’ lives. When a human being decides to traverse the road to suicide or the deliberate path to death then, its quite obvious that his/her stock of hope is either non-existent or dead in it-self.

Can death be fascinating? I don’t think so. Can it be intimidating? Surely!
If you would ask people to share their views in detail about this phenomenon, you would come across horrified ideas, scared expressions and a general wish for it to totter away as far as it permits from the person asked.

If this questionnaire about death had been forwarded to me 3 years down the road, I would have prompted, what I now believe to be downright un-intelligible opinion of horror that many people do. But as time has passed I believe that you can not deny the finality of a stop to one’s activities whether they are educational, professional, and social or simply those related to one’s life. You can not cast hurdles across death’s path. It acts on its on accord and perhaps as mystics opine “Life and death are married by an immortal love of certainty of occurrence.”

It’s precisely thanks to reasons like these that I believe that ‘regret’ is the worst state of life one may subject him/hers-self to. “Living it to the fullest” may be a cliched notion but the motto it serves can never rot or turn into a relic. Sidney Sheldon shares in his awe-inspiring autobiography that “life is just like a novel, you may never know what’s going to happen until you turn the page.”

There are varying hues to the canvas of one’s life. Some may be inspiring others merely hate-provoking. Every person adopts a different cadence to his speech. So does life. People who believe that ‘life’ is not worth living are utterly wrong in that death only comes to you when and where its scripted to play the ending credits to your lively-activities. Bugging one’s brain to sadistic ideas may be the work of art for people claiming to be realists but in ‘factual’ reality are nothing but losers dwindling in the pits of self-pity. So even though people should realize death as a logical ending, they should not stop living the life that they are duty bound to carry.