Bijesh Nagesh's Blog - Posts Tagged "death"
Death
A woman is burying her husband. Family and friends have left, and she is stood by the grave alone, staring at the headstone and lost in memories.
A ragged old mystic stops by, catches her eye. From behind her veil, she sees the man paying his respects to her husband.
She doesn't want to ask but does anyway. "How am I to feel now that he's gone?"
To which the old mystic startles. He doesn't know what to say, but does anyway. "Think of it this way, my lady. He's gone to sleep here only to awaken somewhere else."
"But that would mean he's not dead!" says the widow, feeling terribly insulted.
A glint in his eye and a ghost of a smile on his face, the mystic replies, "That's why in some cultures people dance at funerals."
The widow doesn't know whether to feel terrified or relieved. But she never thinks of Death the same way again.
A ragged old mystic stops by, catches her eye. From behind her veil, she sees the man paying his respects to her husband.
She doesn't want to ask but does anyway. "How am I to feel now that he's gone?"
To which the old mystic startles. He doesn't know what to say, but does anyway. "Think of it this way, my lady. He's gone to sleep here only to awaken somewhere else."
"But that would mean he's not dead!" says the widow, feeling terribly insulted.
A glint in his eye and a ghost of a smile on his face, the mystic replies, "That's why in some cultures people dance at funerals."
The widow doesn't know whether to feel terrified or relieved. But she never thinks of Death the same way again.
All The World's A Stage
When you notice actors/actresses going to the camera after the director has yelled “Cut!” to see how the scene came out, it is maddeningly similar to one of life’s Great Mysteries. After Death, we all go to the ‘camera’ of our lives, see how we can have ‘performed’ better, and ask for a ‘re-take’, which would entail Reincarnation. If all is well, we move on to the next plane, the next lifetime, the next scene – perhaps in this same dimension or another star-system, who knows. Shakespeare was onto something when he wrote the words: ‘All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players’.
Graceful Exit
I hope to die gracefully early before I get old and the headline reads: ‘Senior citizen dies after slipping on banana peel that he himself dropped, couldn't bend to pick up, and then forgot about it coz old age’.
