People know I have been a crime reporter. I think I have
seen more dead bodies than anybody else in my family. It’s a fact, although there
is nothing to be proud of. When I try to recall those days, there are a few gory
pictures which cloud my head. The reason these pictures have remained in the
back of my mind is because the death was brutal. I never cried for any deaths,
as it was my job and no emotions involved.
Yesterday, I got to know a very close relative passed away. The
picture of him lying helplessly like a bunch of bones is haunting me since
then. He was a body builder who represented India internationally a number of
times. The only picture about him I had till yesterday was looking at him in
crisp ironed shirt which would remain so for the entire day.
But when I saw him
for the last time yesterday, I couldn’t find a single thing which could fit in
the same frame of picture painted earlier.
He took care of his body like an asset which would never perish… but it
did! A muscular body shrunk into a mass of bones and skin which was being addressed
as just ‘body’.
Life… I still don’t know what’s the whole purpose of life
Why are kids born?
Why do we study?
Why do we work?
Why do we earn money?
What do we marry?
Why do we have kids?
Why do we grow old?
When we all have to #RIP one day!
