I watched “MEET JOE BLACK” with my friend yesterday. It is a movie where death takes a human form and falls in love with a human and finds it difficult to leave the human body. DO NOT WORRY! This is not a review for “MEET JOE BLACK” but just an outlet of thoughts that came to me when I was watching this movie. While I was watching the movie I remembered the deaths of two people whom I have been very close with. The first person was my grandfather; this was the first time I lost someone close to me. It took only 4 hours for my grandfather to die. I still remember that day very vividly, he sat down for his afternoon coffee as usual. Everything seemed normal, he was in his elements, cracking some amazing jokes, and all of a sudden it took him. There was blood everywhere, he was vomiting blood, and his mug of coffee was now filled to the brim with his red blood cells. He woke up from his chair like nothing happened, walked across the room wore his shirt and came out with us to the front gate, everyone in the house was aghast, dumbfounded. He said “I am alright!! I can handle this get me an auto-rickshaw and let me get to the doctor”. He was 72 years old then. He died 4 hours after we took him to the doctor. It was a shocking incident for me. I had never imagined losing him and when the end came, I did not believe it.
My grandfathers death though, was natural, the second person’s wasn’t; he was my friend. A very close friend, his birthday preceded my grandfather’s death day. I was in his house celebrating the day before my grandfather left me. He was a very intelligent guy, one of the best in my class. I envied him for his intelligence. We were a group of three, and he was by far the most mischievous of the lot. The favorite pastime of the three musketeers (that is what we called ourselves) was books. We discovered a passion for reading and discussion that formed the basis for the strong love, admiration and friendship we had for each other. Our association broke when I was in the 10th grade. His father got transferred to another city and he had to leave with his parents. I met him one last time on an unforgettable day. It was the entrance exam for the biotech course. Around a million students were taking that exam and to qualify you had to be one in a million. I met him in the examination hall. He was very composed and assured in our brief meeting. A bright future lay ahead of him waiting. He was among the ones in the million to clear the entrance exam, I did not. He finished his degree in biotechnology and left his country of birth to the country of opportunities (
The losses of my grandfather and my friend have left me wondering about death itself. We are all dispensable. Our futures are not set in stone, but, should our quest end? Death, in itself is a new beginning. Every death signals the end of an era and the beginning of another. Death makes a person stronger, with every death a person encounters, the stronger willed does he get. I shared my encounters with death to awaken the survival spirit in us all…