Death. As soon as the crass cacophony of this five lettered word strikes our eardrums the lustre of our faces starts fading away. An inevitable event, an event whose slight glimpse gives a whole lot of us goosebumps.
Many of us will change topics when the discussion arises as they develop a cold feet whenever they imagine themselves as a disfigured, rottening corpse. Many will start brushing philosophies, of it being the sole path of merging with the ultimate one. There’s also a clan of mega minds who will do nothing except smiling at the foolishness of the ones who are discussing about it, as according to them why spend their quality time debating on things whose possibility is nowhere to be seen in the nearby future.
But apart from these highly intellectual minds there also exists a population of those who redefine the get together of these five alphabets.
D-E-A-T-H.
Who are these people?
Are they from mars?
Surely not. These are simple humans, like we are. These are people who know how much sand is left in their hourglass. These are people suffering from deadly cancers, AIDS, these are people who have received threat calls from chota rajan, chota shakeel and chota what not.
So what’s that one thing they come to realise overnight after getting the medics report or a late night phone call. There’s no secret remedy that they get, neither do they come to know of some secret message from GOD. They just come to learn one simple lesson that life tries to teach all of us during it’s entire course. They see there one shot chance of fighting their life long fear of death, they just come to realise that it is their time to dust off all the chains and boundaries, all restrictions and limits, to set free, climb mount everest, write their autobiography, propose their childhood crush, shower all they can on their beloved ones, dance nude in front of Parliament, announce on a radio channel that they are alive, to live their dreams and what not and why not?
The recent misfortune that Australian cricketer Phillip Hughes suffered has somehow raised the age old question in our minds again – how much uncertain can life be?
So instead of lying on the bed waiting for death to arrive and wrap you up in its arms, go outside, take your shot. Take a paper, pick a pen and start creating the check boxes that may make your death worthy of the life it has succeeded. Complete as much of them as possible. Don’t leave any stone unturned. Life may not be long but it provides us with enough opportunities to make it large.
So everyone out there who have got their reports, calls or not, go start making your bucket list before you start hearing the ticking of clock of life.
Once prepared take the list, pack your bags, stiffen your butts and begin the journey.
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