Last week there was a death in someone’s family in our apartment. The departed soul seems to be an old man. The NOIDA SAMAJ ANTIM YAATRA VAHAN was there to take the body of the departed soul to its final journey; the journey from which no one returns. I inadvertently saw the van through my balcony as I was preparing to go out for lunch with few closed ones.
I suddenly realized that how near I was with that family, who lives in the building just next to mine. Still I’ve not heard their sobbing, expression of grief as I was comfortable and busy in my own closet. I thought to go and pay the last tribute to that gentleman, but I don’t know what restricted me to do so. They live so close to me and I still didn’t know them. Yeah, this is the apartment life. I love its privacy, my own space which it provides but somewhere deep in my heart I hate living in this comportment, where people keep aloofness from each other and share little most possible. Such a mean minded we’ve become and we say we’ve evolved.
I often tend to think about “who am I?” sort of things when such incidents occur. Yes the death is inevitable. Those who take birth must depart someday. But we can remain in the hearts of several even after departing, only by spreading joy, love and care. Everyone knows the truth, but still we fight for money, land, false ego and many more nonsense chattels. Every one wants to become a successful person at any cost.
For me the success lies in becoming what I want to be. I want to be a butterfly, unrestricted to visit each and every bloom in the garden. I want to be liberated flying bird, having no boundaries. I want to be the sky, giving space to each one through enormity and eternity. I want to be an ocean, vast, powerful and still serene. Before I come to the rest I want to live the life, talk to every soul on this earth, share their sorrows and spread my joy. It seems to be illogical these days, but it’s possible. The truth remains the same for all of us. I need love and care and so does all of us.