Life after Death

How frequent do you hear some news of death- in your close circles, outer circles, in society and newspapers? On an average, there is 1 death per 0.5 sec and around 6000 deaths per day. A good number of souls depart their bodies and leave the present dimension where we are still alive experiencing our basic five senses. Biologically, it’s just another process in a cycle which every living thing has to pass through, where all the metabolisms in the organism stops, breathing stops and the last molecule of Oxygen escapes the body. But, this ‘Science of Life’ cannot still completely describe all the Life it talks about. The person (referring specifically to humans here) when dies, an identity, a personality, a future, a career, an idea, a dream, a hope and a Life dies and ends with it forever. That is a dead-end, no more to go, nowhere to turn around. So things have to be buried in the soil forever, under those last footsteps and must be forgotten else Time makes that happen for the remaining Life on this Earth. With time the remains fade away with difficulty, but soon there will be no remarks on that dead-end. And who knows, with time the dead-end no more remains an end?

Within the frame of the identity that disappears, things in the present dimensions are the simplest as the complexity dies along with its originator, the Mind. Now considering the frame of the present dimension where Life exists, Life lives and with Time, as always, moves on. Our Lives are simple. We don’t cease to live with a death incident. Considering natural deaths, where the mind slowly accustoms to the fact that some connections have to be stopped, that the absence will soon be a routine but will get filled with another presence with time, things are still to an extent simple. Considering that ‘emotional root’- the Heart, it remains heavy for a little more time, but eventually, even this gets used to the absence. What is more difficult is a sudden death, which occurs as a hard blow to the senses that one’s Mind and Heart cannot absorb and it leads to a trauma. In few cases, this trauma may lead to another death, another dead-end, but in most, it is a deep scar that takes almost a life-time to heal. Even if not healed, the Lives still move on. The point is, what makes one step over the fresh bleeding and paining wounds, crush hard the red flesh bulging out over the skinny bones with the thorny soles and make this Life move on? What is this so cruel element, which is so majestically powerful that it makes a soul lifeless but still keeps the flame burning? People talk about God, it is where He comes. God is not only someone who will just always do good, He is not someone who will always be there beside you. He is someone, who is more powerful than you, someone who will make you kneel down and beg in front of Him, who has the power to break you down, shatter you into millions of pieces  and at the same time brings heaven to your range. This is what God is, whom you can never understand, who has no reasons, no questions and no answers.

It’s not just the first time I heard some news of sudden death. Considering the average death rate it is very frequent to come across such news. Just this one made me think over it again. There is this young beautiful woman, preparing for her sister’s marriage, with her sister sitting beside her. She only knows that her husband met an accident and is serious in a hospital. She is calm, patient, staring at the blank sky and praying in her heart for his life, waiting for him to come back. All the cable wires were cut down, newspapers were stopped so that no news could reach that premises, because everyone else present there, including her sister, knew that her husband died ten days ago burning himself in an act to rescue a ship worker. He is dead and there is nothing much interesting left in this story except that from now on, she will be living her life, searching and making her ways through a dead-end.


If Only

“A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.”

For the first time in life, on a new year’s day the vessel was full and the brim became wet with drop by drop the liquid falling into it. At some point then, it overflowed and the liquid spilled, spreading all over the floor. Sometimes holding back the wild horses is not successful. They are stronger than your grip. So all you can do is let them go away, let them run wild and they will stop after precipitating hard. Past year, the very special 2012, can only be described as the most amazing and full of surprises. A year, which was a box of chocolates and of course, I never knew which one I was going to eat next. Some were sweet, very sweet that made my taste buds numb to sweetness. Some were Dairy Milk chocolates that you can relish anytime, in any mood and are used to their taste since childhood. Some were from Belgium, Swiss exciting my nerves and bringing a new joy and some were dark. In the bitterness, dark ones revealed a new sensation to buds. But sometimes, if you put something in your mouth, you got to swallow it, even if you don’t like the bitterness because you cannot throw it away when you took the risk happily to explore the new varieties.

When you make your way through life, turning the turns and making your flow, you feel strong. But then this belief sets aback, when life shows you that it has more power than you think you own. It can bring anything to you that you could not have even imagined of. It will carry you away with surprises, shocks and you will be left helpless, wondering why. Why. The only word that makes me helpless, that leaves me powerless, that shatters my hopes and forces me to succumb to the great mystery of life. I hate mysteries, I hate surprises. Determined life, known destinations are safer. With this unknown territory that one walks in, one never knows the mountains and pit falls one might face. Gardens, valleys may also be there but the point is you never know. And yes, there will be no reason, no answer to why. The more I tried, or still try to solve this puzzle of the life bounded with whys, I become more helpless, more succumbed to destiny, to that mysterious power which is ruling this world, just the way it wants. No matter if it’s the wrong or the right way, it’s just its way. And we, we mere creatures are no one to question why. But despite the storms, the winds, somewhere in the backyard, an indomitable spirit provokes the soul, holds it back, and carries the flickering flame of hope and faith of those unreal dreams, which burns fighting till it’s death. That’s what life is all about. I sometimes feel exhausted of understanding this. This crap of philosophy, of life, why can’t we just move without pressuring our nerves, by going against our instincts of exploring? This wears one out to the depth.

If only things are the way we want them to be, if only Life is determined, if only promises are kept, if only Life is just, if only you could get all the answers, the answers to all the whys, and if only this day could have been different, Life would have been complete. Complete with the series of dreams coming true, complete with the surprises it could offer to you, complete with the absence of this presence. But Life is still complete in its own way, just I don’t know which way it is. But if only, if only I could know.