Death certainly is the greatest leveller of them all; it spares nobody, be it a beggar, mendicant, despot, millionaire, pauper, dictator, democrat or then oily neta out to cheat you out of your very last rupee.....
It doesn't matter whether the departed soul was an integral part of your life with whom you spent a significant part of your life; or then a peripheral figure who was a part and parcel of your life during your childhood or growing up phase; lost contact with you for twenty odd years and again came back into your life like the proverbial breath of fresh air......
The only fact that matters is the one about the departure of a loved one tearing your heart asunder, leaving you forlorn and groping for answers about the futility of life and a plethora of memories that tend to hang around your heart and soul for eons to come.....
Various philosophies and ways of life propounded by the wise one's who preceded us advocate the practice of detaching ourselves completely from all worldly attachments and also talk about these attachments weighing you down in the ultimate achievement of one's purpose in life....
But, the million dollar question that these wise men have failed to provide a succint answer to is the one about how can one not become attached to someone who took your little finger in his and taught you how to walk or then somebody whom you saw everyday for a significant part of your life and one who taught you a few inalienable facts about the art of living.......
King (Shahrukh Khan) certainly hit the nail on the head when he remarked how a departed loved one ended up taking away a a part of his persona with him/her and thereby left an emaciated soul and persona behind......
That my friends is the greatest fear engulfing me right now and I am obsessed by the fact/thought that an empty body/soul bereft of any internal matter or substance is what will ultimately be placed on my funeral pyre and am currently groping for ways and means that can lead me out of this rather sorry predicament..........
It doesn't matter whether the departed soul was an integral part of your life with whom you spent a significant part of your life; or then a peripheral figure who was a part and parcel of your life during your childhood or growing up phase; lost contact with you for twenty odd years and again came back into your life like the proverbial breath of fresh air......
The only fact that matters is the one about the departure of a loved one tearing your heart asunder, leaving you forlorn and groping for answers about the futility of life and a plethora of memories that tend to hang around your heart and soul for eons to come.....
Various philosophies and ways of life propounded by the wise one's who preceded us advocate the practice of detaching ourselves completely from all worldly attachments and also talk about these attachments weighing you down in the ultimate achievement of one's purpose in life....
But, the million dollar question that these wise men have failed to provide a succint answer to is the one about how can one not become attached to someone who took your little finger in his and taught you how to walk or then somebody whom you saw everyday for a significant part of your life and one who taught you a few inalienable facts about the art of living.......
King (Shahrukh Khan) certainly hit the nail on the head when he remarked how a departed loved one ended up taking away a a part of his persona with him/her and thereby left an emaciated soul and persona behind......
That my friends is the greatest fear engulfing me right now and I am obsessed by the fact/thought that an empty body/soul bereft of any internal matter or substance is what will ultimately be placed on my funeral pyre and am currently groping for ways and means that can lead me out of this rather sorry predicament..........
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