The Cycle of Life
It was a Sunday morning with rain and just more rains to pour. Sun hardly makes it’s way to Dharamshala and it is a fact that this place receives the second highest rainfall in India.
The previous day was full of activities, it was my cousin sister’s birthday and the celebration went beyond mid night. We got back home early morning and before I laid myself into deep sleep, my cell phone began to flash. It was my ex hiberian Mass. Com. Guy (who had unusually kept his ‘Thesis’ as arrear ) called up to say; one of St. Thomas’s guy’s uncle has expired early morning.
I rushed up to this guy’s house with a khata (white scarf) and a cash for burning lamp. As I reached his home, it was in complete silence and an air filled with exotic Tibetan incense. I couldn’t see the corpse but could see few monks moving their lips mutely with few sheets in their hand. Later I found out that, these monks did the astrological calculations and they predicted that the boy’s uncle would be reborn to a boy in down south. The one thing that shocked me was, these monks said “the dead mans soul still lingers over some left over food”. I was like Jesussssss mannnnnn !!!!(da seach party began) and we all went to search for it and surprisingly we found a bowl of porridge, that was prepared for him by his nephew, but sadly the uncle refuse to drink it before he died.
There were much more complex things happening, which my small brain could hardly comprehend. So I said my prayers and gave consoling words to my st. Thomas’s friend.I appreciate his strength and the sacrifices he made for his late uncle.
Death keeps no calender and it could be you and me anytime….anyday….so better start doing some good things before Death visits you…..
Carl Sandburg beautifully describes how Death snips in—
Death sends a radiogram every day:
When I want you I ll drop in—
And then one day he comes with a master key and lets himself in and says;
We will go now.
Death is a nurse mother with a big arms:
‘T won’t hurt you at all; it’s
your time now; you just need a long
sleep, child;
What have you had anyhow better than sleep?
The previous day was full of activities, it was my cousin sister’s birthday and the celebration went beyond mid night. We got back home early morning and before I laid myself into deep sleep, my cell phone began to flash. It was my ex hiberian Mass. Com. Guy (who had unusually kept his ‘Thesis’ as arrear ) called up to say; one of St. Thomas’s guy’s uncle has expired early morning.
I rushed up to this guy’s house with a khata (white scarf) and a cash for burning lamp. As I reached his home, it was in complete silence and an air filled with exotic Tibetan incense. I couldn’t see the corpse but could see few monks moving their lips mutely with few sheets in their hand. Later I found out that, these monks did the astrological calculations and they predicted that the boy’s uncle would be reborn to a boy in down south. The one thing that shocked me was, these monks said “the dead mans soul still lingers over some left over food”. I was like Jesussssss mannnnnn !!!!(da seach party began) and we all went to search for it and surprisingly we found a bowl of porridge, that was prepared for him by his nephew, but sadly the uncle refuse to drink it before he died.
There were much more complex things happening, which my small brain could hardly comprehend. So I said my prayers and gave consoling words to my st. Thomas’s friend.I appreciate his strength and the sacrifices he made for his late uncle.
Death keeps no calender and it could be you and me anytime….anyday….so better start doing some good things before Death visits you…..
Carl Sandburg beautifully describes how Death snips in—
Death sends a radiogram every day:
When I want you I ll drop in—
And then one day he comes with a master key and lets himself in and says;
We will go now.
Death is a nurse mother with a big arms:
‘T won’t hurt you at all; it’s
your time now; you just need a long
sleep, child;
What have you had anyhow better than sleep?
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