Death

the fire within

Fire, the destroyer and the creator, just like its counterparts (air, water and earth) is both powerful and indispensable. It has the unstoppable energy to make or break, the assertiveness to make its action binding and the passion to burn brilliantly. Its spark can bring down everything to ashes if it gets outraged or it can instead illuminate the surroundings, if a different path is what it wishes to embark.

And right now, this is the element I could relate to the most.

It all started in my grandparents’ house, when sitting besides my grandmother, I could imagine the necessity of fire to purify the soul of my loving grandfather. The flames did their job, rising up and beyond the pyre, leaving behind nothing but ashes, to mark the end of a beginning, re-announcing the inevitable truth in the most supreme form – ‘Nothing is permanent.’

Little did I realize, amidst the chaos in my life, there was another fire, slowly spreading through the book of my life. The pages which were once written with utmost love and care were suddenly caught up in flames as I went through some unforeseen turns. A few got lost, while the leftover yellowed parchments still struggled to preserve the precious memories. It was an indication to move forward, I guess, along with the cracks. The book now consists of blank pages, to be written afresh, yet the stories which once existed are now being held as shattered pieces, their remnants still flying in the air as light ashes, the tiny black crystals withering away from the corners, illuminating like a firefly in the backdrop of the extinguishing flames.

Just as I was about to establish the nature of my relation to this element, we met yet again, this time with a different purpose. My family was gathered to witness the marriage ceremony of my cousin, and there they were, the flames once again doing their job, to take in all the offerings and mark the beginning of a new relationship. The fire burned slowly, brightly and brilliantly to purify the newly created bond, showering blessings over everyone present.

It occurred to me then, that perhaps it was not I who was encountering fire in those places, not the least bit by chance. It has been always there, simply trying to reflect what I felt during all those times – my deep desire to cry out loud for the loss, to get past some dead-end bridges and to enjoy the warmth of a happy occasion.

And so, I hereby acknowledge and bow to the fire within. The fire, which has brought me back to the place which defines me, yet again. 🙂

 

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Day 2 – The inevitable truth

I was as usual working in office the other day, when we had to check the validity of a certain product we were using. The deadline of our license was December 2016. Well, good enough. 4  months to go.

We went ahead with the product for the time being but it left me with a sudden realization that December 2016 is, in fact, just 4 months away. 4 more months, and that’s it, before I know it, I would be welcoming 2017 and then would have an entire year to look back!! I was simply amazed at how fast time flies.  In fact, a bit scared too.

Perhaps, that is one of the reason why I took up this challenge, to do that extra bit in every way possible for the things I love, because time waits for no one. Everyone has only 24 hours in a day. And the lucky ones get to see another day. Another week. Another month or maybe a year.

I have been coming across this inevitable truth quite frequently nowadays. I don’t really know if it is a sign of some sort (I hope not!), but I have been encountering instances based on this inevitable truth of death. There have been quite a few occasions which brought about stories like,  “Who would have thought!? Such a tragedy. A sudden heart attack. Oh! It just happened.”

These stories and this truth is shit scary and it is way too real. No one knows what is going to happen even in the next second, and yet we plan so much ahead, being highly optimistic. A small deviation in our so called master plan, and we become upset, like a baby!

Frankly speaking, I have been really scared by all these thoughts. To experience the loss of someone close, and to continue living the same way seems impossible, especially for an emotional person like myself. We take people for granted, we take ourselves for granted, and little do we know that perhaps there is some other master plan being devised in another parallel universe.

The point of me blabbering all these serious and dark thoughts is not to scare you, but to draw a thin line to the reality we know, and the reality we take for granted. We get upset on small things, we get rude with people, we do so many useless tasks every single day, which perhaps we would not be doing at all, if we realize that we have limited time left.

Talk to people who are on their death  bed, for they would take up all your useless worries with a smile. They know the importance of life, which we are neglecting right now, and perhaps they would have done the same in the past.

So, the point which I am very subtly trying to make here is – to make everyday count. It is the most beautiful gift you could ever get. The ability to live. To do things which make you happy. To be with people who make you feel alive. Let that heart beat with a smile. 🙂

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P.S. Quoting Tagore, on his 75th death anniversary. The man whose work made him immortal. A true inspiration.