April 17, 2009

Remember..

..death ends a life, not a relationship.

12 comments:

shilpa said...

It’s another morning..
….. Again I have to go to office.

Ohh, this is me… I shouted having a glance on my snap in today’s news paper.
But what the HELL it is doing in the death column??

Strange…

One sec... Let me think, last night when I was going to bed I had a severe pain in my chest, but I don’t remember anything after that, I think I had a sound sleep.

Its morning now, ohh….. It’s already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee?
I will be late for office and my boss will get a chance to irritate me.

Where is everyone…??? I screamed.

“I think there is a crowed outside my room, let me check.” I said to myself.

So many people….. Not all of them crying…
But why some of them crying…

WHAT IS THIS??? I m laying there on the floor…

“I AM HERE” … I shouted!!! No one listen.
“LOOK I AM NOT DEAD” … I screamed once again!!! No one is interested in me.
They all were looking me on the bed.

I went back to my bed room.

“Am I dead??” I asked myself.

Where is my wife, my children, my mom-DAD, my friends?





I found them in the next room, all of them were crying… still trying to console each other.

My wife was crying… she was really looking sad.
My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just coz his mom was sad.

How can I go without saying my kid that I really love him, I really do care of him. ??
How can I go without saying my wife that she is really most beautiful and most caring wife in this world..??
How can I go without saying my parents that I m … just because of u ??
How can I go without telling my friends that without them perhaps I have done most of the wrong things in my life… thanks for being there always when I need them… and sorry for not being there when they really need me..

I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears…
Ohh… he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part, and we both have strong enough ego to keep us disconnect.

I went there.. And offered him my hand, “Dear friend… I just want to say sorry for everything, we r still best friend, please forgive me.”

No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving his ego, I am saying sorry… even then!!!
I really don’t care for such people.





But one sec…. it seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see my extended hand.
My goodness… AM I REALLY DEAD???

I just sat down near ME; I was also feeling like crying…

“OHH ALMIGHTY!!!! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS…”
I just wasn’t to make my wife, my parents; my friends realize that how much I love them.

My wife entered in the room, she looks beautiful.
“YOU R BEAUTIFUL” I shouted.
She didn’t hear my words, in fact she never heard these words coz I never said this to her.

“GOD!!!!” I screamed… a little more time plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. .
I cried…

One more chance please… to hug my child, to make my mom smile just once, to feel my dad proud on me at least for a moment, to say sorry to my friends for everything I have not given to them, and thanks for still being in my life….

Then I looked up and cried!!!!

I shouted….

“GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!”

"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?"

I was sleeping….
Ohh that was just a dream….






My wife was there… she can hear me…
This is the happiest moment of my life…
I hugged her and whispered…. “U R THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE IN THIS UNIVERSE…. I REALLY LOVE U DEAR”

I can’t understand the reason of the smile on her face with some tears in her eyes, still I m happy…. :)


“THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SECOND? CHANCE.”





So, Now it’s not late.. Forget your egos, past……….., and express your love to others………. Be friendly…………… keep smiling and be happy for ever…

Someone, u no ;) said...

Hmm...

TrivenI:InevirT said...

But what about the wounds when we lose someone?

U No Hoo said...

Death is inevitable. The sooner we 'realize' this, lesser would be the pain. You might want to read the post titled 'SIP in life' that I had written in the past. It is something that I believe in.

One of the most ironical thing is that we run away from the thought of death knowing very well that sooner or later everyone we love will die. We still choose to live in a vacuum and make ourselves feel comfortable and happy. When that mould breaks, you are left vulnerable.

There is a beautiful book called 'Tuesday's with Morrie'. Have you read it? If not, I suggest everyone should read it.

shilpa said...

As we all know that the DEATH is certain than why should we think about it??????????? As someone said "PYAARE YE MAT DEKH KI ZINDAGI ME KITNE PAL HAI, BALKI YE SOCH KI HAR PAL ME KITNI ZINDAJI HAI"
Right hai na sirji.......????

Someone, u no ;) said...

...but everyone in this world can't think so practically as you have mentioned in that 'SIP in life' post.

Someone, u no ;) said...

Laughing faces don't mean that there is absence of sorrow, but it means that they have the ability to deal with them.
Keep smiling always... :)

Insearch said...

Hi All,

Nice blog & nice thoughts. Came here by accident while going thru Harish's blog. I see everyone here trying to deal with the difficult subject of death. My question is why is it difficult?

Many years ago, my group of friends got together during a celebration of some sort & during the event we played a game. Each person on turn, gets to pick up a chit in a bowl & answer the question in it. My question was - What is your biggest fear? I replied that my biggest fear is, when I lose my parents, it would make me no difference & that I would not even cry. At that time my answer evoked a response like 'Hooo, that's deep. This is just a game".

Now, after all these years, in my quest for truth I realise that what I said was true & that is what a every person should aspire for but is very difficult to achieve.

I know this would create a lot of strong response. Who does not love their parents? This amounts to blasphemy, my statement that is. But pray, let me explain. To love your parents does not mean to be attached to them. True love means freedom. Attachment is a feeling from not knowing the truth. The first attachment that a soul feels when he enters this world is that this body is me. Is it? Who are you? Ask yourself? Are you, your body or your thought or shall I say the realisation that I exist? What is this 'I'? What happens when someone dies? Who is your father for example? What is the love you feel for him? Is he the body that you touch or the thought that he has? Isn't he a son, a brother, a husband etc... or just father? What happened when he was born? Was he your father then? What happens when he dies? Will he stop being your father? What happens when you die? Do you stop existing? Is that it? What is the purpose of life?

I think I am on my way to learn these answers. It will eventually lead to detachment I know for sure. But now I am not afraid of the feeling anymore. I welcome it. If only it would come faster & that it remains till I die.

Someone, u no ;) said...

to, the searcher...
good thought but as I said it's not easy or rather it's not so very common to think in these line or in this way for all the people existing on this mother earth, including me.

Inspite of knowing so many things in life as a fact still we tend to follow the not so factual things, why? because that's where human feelings and emotions come into existence.
What do you think that those people who feel sad after losing their loved ones don't know these things which you have mentioned then let me say that, that's not the case.It's just that we can't implement all this in our life.
I know that it's like "We close our eyes due to fear of this world, thinking that the world can't see us", and that's surely not the case, but thats how the human feelings go, isn't it?

Insearch Ofdivinity said...

Hi Restless,

What you say is absolutely true. I agree with you when you say that it isn't easy. Knowing a fact is one thing but putting it in practice is completely different. I myself am a perfect example of this. It is a continuous struggle because you keep forgetting.

And that is my point here. It is not that people do not know. Deep down most do. But like I said it is deep down because one feels uncomfortable in dealing with it openly. And most forget it completely. The forgetting is not intentional mind you.

If you read the revealed books, it talks of the illusionary energy of the lord or ‘maya’ that clouds the true intellect of a soul. It is only through perseverance & devotion that one can see the truth or as they say, realization dawns. For us mere mortals, it is a constant struggle between knowing & forgetting.

Religion does play its part here. But it is incomplete & imperfect. For a soul that goes through endless cycles of life & birth, from being driftwood in flowing water to scaling the heights mountains, it is this endless search for the truth, that missing link, that thirst which you cannot quench, that you know is there but cannot see; it progressively realises there is more to life than just life and death. It is when this knowledge sets in, makes a home in your mind that one evolves. When everyday life becomes mundane & you need more. Hence it is said in spirituality that – Where religion ends, spirituality begins.

And it starts with the most simple & arguably the most profound question a man can ask oneself – Who am I?

Someone, u no ;) said...

Oh!!! you made it so spiritual, like that also I have the tendency of thinking too much on things and if I'll start thinking all this then I'll definately require a ticket to HIMALAYAS,waise wahan kabse internet service shuru ho gayi hai?
Just KIDDING, but thanks for your thoughts.

Insearch Ofdivinity said...

Yes I know. Spirituality is a big part of my life. Put you said it right about Himalayas. It is the ultimate dream that I nurture as of now. Of leaving everything & going there in the eternal quest. Remember 'The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari'. I would like to be that one. Ofcourse, there is no Ferrari.

Who knows what the future has in store? 'Man Proposes, God disposes'. Isn't that what they say?