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 

Why so serious?

Isn’t suicide the best display of bravery by man?

When I say man, I mean it, because a woman barely likes her appearance when she is setting it up for hours, so imagine when she starts to get the 'perfect suicide look’, the idea of dying is replaced by the pedicure deal on the nearby spa. 

For a million dollars, would you walk into a room filled with gasoline and a tensed chain smoker? If you're suicidal, you would be the one with the lighter. 

Suicide is an act of bravery; to know what is about to happen and still go on with it needs some serious balls. It is one thing to see the light but totally another to run after it. What is the last thought as the bottle rolls off the palm/the toe leaves the stool/the blood drips from the mutilated vein? It’s usually said that all the best moments of life come back to you in a flashback of sorts. So, technically the best moments of your life lead to shooting yourself in your head.

The idea of suicide is somewhat selfish and darkly comic, but the reasons behind it can be highly serious and disturbing. Lost love, a pile of debt, parental/peer pressure, poverty, social insecurity, drug addiction and in some cases, plastic surgeries gone bad. To sum it up, when you start to take your shit way too seriously, you die. That’s the whole point of it. People take everything too damn seriously. We need to learn how to just simply walk away, to let it be what it is and not provide it with a natural full stop of our own. It is not actually very smart that after all the effort, joys, sorrows and pains that have been put into to achieve all the money, power and luxury that you sheepishly end it with a dusty ceiling fan and a length of rope. If you are going to kill yourself and you are pretty much sure about it, be clear about how you will do it at least. Don’t mess a suicide or how will you live with yourself the rest of your life? That’s the other thing about suicides. It’s your last act; the least can you do is be creative. Don’t be a drab and just do what you saw on the TV the other day. Kill yourself from overeating of blueberry pies or skydiving, making a mold of semi frozen vodka and fitting inside it as it freezes you to death while you lick it or trying to ride a shark with a piece of meat hanging by your side.

If you gotta die, you gotta die. But life’s not half bad, it’s just messed up and weirdly complex; if you are young, you have a whole another life ahead of you, if your old, you have been through worse and if you’re a woman...go ahead, I dare you.