By Gaurav Parab
Death is fascinating. It might make for a somber blog topic and something one does not necessarily like reading about – let alone deal with, but it is certain. It happens all the time.
I am going to make this more comfortable for you. I am not going to discuss the deaths - done and dusted with, or yet to arrive of family and friends. I am going to be discussing you.
Should one think about one’s own death?
Some believe the thought freezes your mind to the point that you cannot experience death’s city cousin - Life, like it is supposed to be enjoyed. While some believe that the awareness of death liberates you from the triviality that is thrown at us every single day. Tax returns, deadlines (whoever came up with these terms – probably someone from the first camp), spreadsheets, sales targets, and important things we need to do this quarter.
Nothing is important. I am going to die one day. Thank god for the sweet release.
I don’t know. I really don’t. I guess at some point in our lives, we choose one approach out of the two. There is no right or wrong answer as those men in fancy suits say. So I will not try to answer that question. My spiritual quest has started only a few years ago, and I am not qualified enough to attempt a solution.
But what I can do is throw a thought at you. You see, I have this theory in mind – that just before every life meets death – it is told by some unknown power that it is going to die. The secrets of the universe are also revealed. Are we the dreams of our forefathers like the aborigines believe we are, or are we the simulations of video games being played by our descendants? Are we all souls cut from the larger greater spirit that the Gita speaks about, or are we waves interacting with one another? Are we aliens sent to spy on the dolphins, or are we from Xenu’s stock.
Or simply Are We?
Everything is told to us before death happens. Everything, including why we did the things we did. What drove us to sin, and what to redemption. What made saints out of some of us, and what built pure evil. What strange combination of stardust and chemicals drove us to read a random stranger’s eyes and say “This is Beautiful”
What made us aware of life, and of death.
Now, that is a tempting reward isn’t it. To understand what is beyond the door, you have to walk through it. And learn the ultimate secret, bigger than the Higgs Boson, and what drove JK Rowling to declare Albus Dumbledore gay.
What happens after we die?
Reincarnation, Karma, unfinished businesses. Are they are the works of imagination, or are they words of sympathy designed to comfort those who are left behind. What about Heaven and Hell. Are they the carrots and sticks that we made to control life or are they really portals to other worlds after death.
Who cares. We are all going to die one day. So I leave you with an equation because there is no end to this blog, and I am going to resist throwing in the phrase - everything that has a beginning has a ...
Life + ( Random Variable) + ( Another Random Variable) + ( Gazzilion Random Variables) + Sine of something + Tangent of another Cosine + Z transform of a Double Integration = Death
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