LONG LIVE DEATH

Once upon a time, on a chilly dark Saturday night old Mrs. Jules sat by the window looking outside as the world passed by, without a moment of thought, blending into the fog that was all around. Oh! How the time had passed, bringing her less joy and more wrinkles. 

There was a knock on the door. 

'Who is it at this god forbidden hour?!?'

Silly did she know it was death, coming to take her to the inevitable end. 

And there was another knock.

 O what it is!!

'I am death!!’ , Bellowed the cloaked figure, agitated from the unnecessary knocking. 

Beth? What is it child?

Not Beth. DEATH!!!I have come to take you, you old rotting bag of meat!  Yes. Death was pissed. 

‘At this time? Could you come back tomorrow to bake stew? I am too tired today. ’

Looking lifeless, the death returned wondering why it even knocked!

However, not everyone is as lucky as Mrs. Jules. Death is all around us, waiting to swoop in the moment you the other way. It’s the only thing that has been in existence from Stone Age till now. That and cockroaches. 

Death brings you peace in this restless life, an end to the never-ending conundrum.  From the moment you open your eyes, take a breath, the thoughts barge in, too much and too many, your actions and reactions to those thoughts, to the people around, the long term sorrows and the short term joy, the perpetual monotony slowly closing in till the extent of suffocation. Then it is death that brings a sense of solace and completion.  

Although, it would be fun if we could die for a while and wake up at will, not only achieving a monk level meditation, but also a cheap and lazy vacation. Perfectly settling both Indian qualms.

Also if you get the timing right, you can sneak up on people saying things about you.  

Yes, it would be totally weird to wake up in a box; if you get late.

If you look at it in another way, death is the only thing that we cannot choose. We are in sort of a poker game with the nature. For each of our nuclear advancement and genetic breakthrough, nature raises us a new virus and mass genocide. A tornado for each time we dig deeper for oil and gold. We are pretty much pissing off the biggest bully in the schoolyard, what do you expect?

Philosophically, aren’t we all a little dead inside?  Some lost their souls, some got theirs killed while others just traded it to be like the rest. We have grown from a calm, self sustaining race to one riddled with morbidity, paranoia and greed. We messed up and obviously ran out on the expiration date. It is nature's time to declare extinction so the following words should bring you peace-:          

THE END