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Namaskaar
We say ‘Death’ is certain, but exactly where is it ?
Nobody knows except HE. How to travel the distance between life and the death ?
A poet aptly states in Marathi :
Translated into English, it means that the distance between
life and death is only ‘one breath’. How to travel that distance is always a
question. French novelist Albert Camus says that we live only awaiting
death. However I do not agree with Albert Camus and in fact all of us should say
with one voice that “we should live making life meaningful till death”.
Recently a Marathi movie is announced advocating that we
should have the right to end our life instead of living a life in agony. Many
others must have commented on this topic; but there does not appear to be any
unanimity on the concept of ‘right to die’. I strongly advocate a view that one
should have a ‘right to die’. Jainism advocates and celebrates it. Marathi Saint
Dnyaneshwar had also taken ‘Samadhi’.
We celebrate festival and at the same time sorrow. We believe
in life. We refuse to accept death. We love life and hate to think of death. A
slight knock by ‘death’ at the door sends shivers down our spine. Death is an
unwelcome guest. We neither have the will nor the courage to face the death. We
make all efforts to delay ‘death’, but some times we are caught unawares. He
gives a big knock at the door. If we don’t open, he breaks the door and stands
in front of us with his cruel face. He captures us and takes his toll and
vanishes in the wilderness. His shadows widen and make us fearful. But . . . .
Why should we fear ?
Because he is everywhere ?
He is in plane and train ?
He is on a boat, car, zhopadpatti and also in star hotel ?
He is on table and in a chair and on a bed ?
Middle of the road and even on footpath ?
He is in hospital, railway station and in dispensaries ?
He is here and there where “I” am.
I therefore recognise death and say
Your presence is noted.
I am however not fearful be highlighted.
His presence gives rise to innumerable brain teasers
His presence compels one to spare,
At least some valuable carpet area for “Devghar”
His presence makes authors and poets to write.
His presence makes philosophers assemble at least to fight.
His presence makes a man define and achieve a goal
His presence keeps one’s name and fame even in one’s absence
Giving everyone a motivation to do something in present.
His presence makes a small little leaf to duck under
His little movement enables leaf to take a big sky jump
And let him remember, I am not alone.
Plural of “I” becomes “we”
We shall give a good fight to him
And not run away or flee.
11/09 or 26/11 makes no difference
We always have some cross reference
We are neither afraid nor coward.
We are sending a prayer forward
Oh, ALMIGHTY, give us a right
to end our life at our will
When we have settled our important bills
And our contribution to the cause of this world is “NIL”
And also a wisdom to recognise HIS will.
I believe, death being a certainty should be treated by us as a friend. So
let us welcome the friend with a smile.
