THE END

Death is unknown , it is realized ,death is mystery , it is a fact, death is forgotten at times, it walks along ,it is recognized, it is overlooked ,it arrives new, it has been so old, it scares , it thrills.

It arrives at a moment and it is there forever.

A thought that I will not witness my death enters me sometimes at some rare moment of a day, and disappoints me. Am I kidding much? I am crazy enough to know how I would seem lying on a death bed, motionless and silent ,so unlike me .

I just wonder how is it after death , I mean where would I go, I have heard of and even have myself read into "Garud Purana " ,a Hindu mythological book which is read after someone's death on some nth day, which 'n' I don't know , that the soul (atma ) leaves the body and flows through this river and that and passes this way and through that , it reaches where, I just couldn't understand and it happens when it is on way to hell. I mean it is really complex for a soul to leave a body and to find its destiny after it , according to the knowledge I had from reading some part of that book .....but i wonder does this soul concept really exist physically. I though understand it spiritually , so thoroughly of it in fact, but I don't know if there is some real concept behind it any physical way.

While I am so sure that I am not going to heavens, I fantasize of my soul drifting away with rivers and grilling in furnaces as per that book.

A little more I know is that one suffers through a great deal of pain when the so called physical soul leaves the body. And I really feel scared to realize this fact and that it would hold true , a day, for me too. Death really scares me at times and it thrills me too right there then. What would be its kind??.. some ailment-struck, accidental, or some terrorist attack. I really want my body to be burnt in one piece and not just few found pieces that got scattered while some bomb explosion at some bakery or electronics market.

One would bet his life to avoid it or even delay it.I don't know why is it in nature of us to exercise such a confounding practice, Why is it so scary to live a fact which we know since we are born, why does it disappoint while moving closer to it.. I mean is it bcoz everybody is practicing such a thought of fear and we too learnt the same?? or do we really love our life this much or does life love us this much that it would be a deal of enormous loss to lose it , or does everybody know the painful process one is bound to deal with while giving up life ?? ..

Talking about it ,things have been complex , things have been plain and straight, yet most of them stay unanswered to me and I guess, to many, but fact is that my experience with it even wont bring up any answers.