Strange end of hullabaalo !!

We dance

We are yay

We sing

We play

We celebrate

We enjoy

We love good food

We enjoy sex

We do everythin wat te call happiness .

We get frustrated

We are sad

We feel cheated

We want special someone

We expect and we are hurt

We do everythin what we call sadness.

Strange but addictive conconation of what we call Life.

One day you go somewhere just with your body just body...... no emotions.... no thing..... you simply go..... vanis........ disappear........ forever..... forever......

Rituals-- Weird

In India we go thru the process of burning the deceased's body......
And as per the tradition i was supposed to be the part of the entire process.
It was for the first time i saw a body..
I felt blank, empty.
Seeing some one who has been dere all thru your life, sitting, talin.. is lying there in front of your eyes, simply sleeping..... a sleep which granny longed for.
we paid her our last repects and moved to the place for crmation, pronouncing words Ram Ram Satya.... God is the only truth....
We reached the place , placed the body oon the log of wood, my nanaji and uncle went aead to lit the pyre.
I was scared intilaly to go near the place, but gradually got the courage to go there.
It was the end of our entire life..... 82 yrs she spent in this world and finally what we would ave would be her ashes.
We stood there, they burnt the pyre, this is it !
Nani was gone forever..... never to return.... a place whic she longed for.
"The day we are born the days towards our death starts"..... read the walls there.... leaving ou wondering....
We thanked everone who came there to be a part of the sorrow.....
But i know just one thing..... my naniji is gone.... is this what is life??
This is the journey we head to..... and gain MOKSHA !
How busy we become in our life that we forgot about Death !

14 YRS----- Conincidence or Destiny

14 yrs----- Years for which RAM the mythological God suffered in Forests.

14 yrs----- My granny was bed ridden for !

This was the first thing which struck me when she passed few days back.

it was the first death i saw from so close.

I was shaken, stirred, blank, confused, sad, hppy.

I have faint memories of my life with my granny, she was cute sweet chubby grandmom.

she looked awsum in dos sarees.

She cooked awsm food, bttr den my mom too.

She made excellent clothes.

She made beautiful soft toys.

She was an avid gardner ( sumthin i inherited).

She was....... naaaaah isstill dere amongst us all.

She is the closest person my mom has ever been too.

She suffered hell in last 14 yrs, a paryltic attack left her bed ridden for 14 yrs.

Dependency, frustration and finally will to live was extinguised.

I wonder why was it supposed to be this way.... she died weak, sad and somebody battered by what we call Life !

I wonder why i never thought about her over these years, why i never thougt of her importance, what she sufferd from, i feel sad !

I am guilty, yes i am, i feel something strange.

Mom is dpressed, she has lost a part of her she says.

I wish granny all the happines to whichever place she has gone to, i miss u grand ma, i finally realise that u formed an important part of us all, i am sorry........

DEATH finally struk......She is gone......