‘Death’ is no longer a mystery but a technical glitch in the human
body. The body solely depends on the smooth functioning of all organs.
The emotions evoked by ‘death’ are very natural, or even the lack of
emotion does say a lot about individuals who are bereft of a family member, a friend or a companion. Nobody can be
judged emotionally. I do not want to sound like Freud but the pain of death
does leave a scar, an empty space. That sums up the second half of May 2016.
The first half was a parody of sorts juggling between the heat of politics
and the heat of the Sun. A clear vision
of politicians in our country struggling to impress the
electorate , dousing forest fires, tugging higher ups to quench parched throats
with trucks and railway tankers fetching water for humanity or staring down
deep dry wells for a pail of water, despondent farmers looking heavenwards for
rain and the frequent bouts of power cuts ….a
clear picture of man entrenched in a
trap of challenges big and small
.
Elections in five state assemblies grabbed attention of all concerned.
The highs and lows of placing Law versus
Constitution for experts to rue. The death of a Law student in the southern
state of Kerala in the wee hours of a fatal morning . None could define her
death whether it was political/ personal vengeance/ a psychopath’s vagary.
My visit to Mumbai (New) to console my bereaved sister left me dazed .
Although with teary eyes I did notice many a hoarding ranging from Warana (milk)
products to small hoardings ( six in all) of Kalyan
Jewels (???) placed at a distance of five feet each under a flyover , hoardings
of a politician with threatening looks
near toll offices and finally a big one of Zinedine Zidane which was outlined by a row of
sky scrapers…did evoke a feeble smile.
Death is still an
irreducible thought veiled by the unending rat race. A sailor's ashes immersed in a flowing river could not bring more peace for the dead soul.R.C.Kumar R.I.P.
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