AN UNTOLD STORY……...

AN UNTOLD STORY……...

All humans have shelf life with various expiry dates little known to them, as the consumables in super markets. This is about the journey between the interim period of, aftermath of death and prelude to the last rites. This homes all dead people of various sizes and shapes, some peaceful faces, some contorted owing to the last moments of struggle before death. Rich, poor, good, bad, some who have lived their life to the fullest, miser, pauper, manipulative, cunning, sick, old and young, power mongers, no one is an exception.  Some may have had untimely and unnatural deaths too. But that doesn’t matter at all. It just does its job of keeping the dead free from bad odour and secretions from emanating so that it’s not repulsive to the people around it. Humans life journey is not at all about the possessions he earned but good relations that he has had as long as he lived. In today’s world money, power, position, possession are the most revered things than human relationships. The more one gets comfortable then starts the end of relationships be it family or friends. There is more competition for more accumulation than enriching one’s life with human contacts and values. Humans have become islands and they feel comfortable within that small limited circle. The dead will be missed only by the closest family and friends. The children cannot relate themselves beyond their father, mother, their siblings’ and both the set of grandparents. They don’t know any relations beyond that, it’s come to that now unless they are brought up in joint family pattern. Now we have the facility to keep the dead up to three, four days till their son or daughter come from abroad to have the last glimpse of their loved ones. The humans are so blessed to lead a very happy, loving and caring life but that’s all changed now. Its competition for enrichment of money, more possessions, hatred, jealousy, power and position which matters to the people now and these are norms of the day. Ultimately the end journey is all the same whoever it is. I wish the humans realise it!!!!

 A FREEZER BOX

Vijayashree Ramesh

The writer is an advocate based at Chennai