Requiem for Life or Death?

The mad rush of the morning and to add to it, the din, made by a group of people, was enough to take his mind on an inward journey. He turned around in his taxi and saw a rally of people shouting, 'Jai Jineshwar'. There was an assortment of expressions in that motley. Some were transfixed at the sight of a dead body, some couldn’t care a dime and were clueless about their presence, few were sad and wore forlorn faces (assuming they were close ones to the one not with them)

Witnessing this, he wondered why all of this was happening, he had never seen so many people and some had never shown up until the day he died. This strange arrangement at his death was a tad unsettling, not death itself. When one is alive, no one says , ‘ let’s go out and enjoy, everyone is caught up in their mundane existence. No one wants to understand, value, respect and take cognizance of their surroundings. But one dies, there is huge pontification, wailing and mourning'.

Life and death are distant cousins, yet so alike. Life always envies Death, says , "like death why can’t I also travel beyond the earth, meet several other bodies, I am so boring stuck in the same rut".

Death minces no words and replies that unlike life, "I have a sad connotation attached to my meaning, if someone I brace they think, oh God he is not with us, he has expired , off ho gaya, he passed away, he demised, all sayings in different, amusing, languages that life was fun and death is boring. I do not like being Death. Wish I was Life."

Life says," you fool there is so much misery being myself. Someone or the other is cheating, everyone is trying to make me you. They are obsessed with you not me. Some are doing it deliberately. They do not want to fight or do anything to help me. They take it easy and become you. And you say you envy me."