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Death

What happens when, one day you come to know that the person you were playing with, eating with, fighting with suddenly cease to exist. That’s a cruel reality every mortal have to deal with. The physical and emotional void it creates is unexplainable. Physically we cannot fill the void, so emotionally we try to compensate it by ....well...you all know how we try to recuperate from our losses.

I believe that its almost impossible to be selfless. Whatever we do, we do it directly or indirectly for ourselves. Our emotions, we do crazy things to satisfy them. A week back, I happened to hear the worst news in everyone’s life, yes “Death”. Every one was sad to hear the news, me too. We all went to see the lady who had passed away. She was lying on the cold marble tiles, with just a white dhoti wrapped around her whole body showing only her ice cold face. It looked like, the death had captured her last emotion on her lifeless face. Everyone in the room put on a heavy, sad face. Then suddenly a little kid ran towards us laughing. The sound of her laugh was like water to a drought hit field. Her mother tried to hush her, but failed in her attempt. Then she took the kid away.

That little kid was right, I thought. Why are we sad ? There is no reason to be sad for her. She is already dead. She doesn't need your pity. She just ceased to exist from the face of this planet. Everything we have of her is in our mind. And we do all this...... condolences,sympathy,etc....... to satisfy our own emotions. To me a dead person is an “idea”. An idea with its own specific characteristics.Yes we are emotional beings and we are driven by our emotions. When death happens, it just happens, there is nothing you and I can do about it. 
As J.K.Rowling said in her famous Harry Potter series ,
"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love."
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