Random Thoughts on the Grave…

This is a post, which the reader may feel a bit harsh, a bit bitter and a bit sour to read. But as life is a combination of all tastes, here is a brief account of my random thoughts on the grave.

You can hear the echo of the skeleton’s laughter when you are near a grave. All through his life, man runs round and round the materialistic desires and after reaching the grave he realizes the truth that makes him have the last laugh on his life.

The grave is a place where dreams get shattered and are pulverized to dust. Simply, it can be called the place of burial. It is even a place where people cry all the salt out of their tears till the tears become salt-less and faces of surrounding people appear as white as marble.

Can a graveyard be considered a sacred place? Here is a real-life example which may assist you to answer the question. Once, in a crematorium, the pungent smell of burning human fat mixed with the thick smoke rising from the fire and moved towards the sky. The smoke of the pyre that got engulfed with burnt carbon particles was carried by the heavy wind that flew in the direction of a nearby temple and the devotees inhaled minute amounts of it. Here, the religion comes into question and can you call all those who have inhaled the part of that smoke while in prayer, impure? If they cannot be called so, then can the crematorium be considered as a sacred one.

Tears, wrung from the heart, soak through the white ashes of the bones devoured by the fire. Last remains of people keep lying in heaps of ashes all around the place. This cremation ground sees the end of all.

The crematorium keeper warms himself from the pyre flames in winter. Also, roses which bloom all over the grave look as beautiful as the ones which grow in the garden. Bees which collect nectar from the garden do collect it with the same enthusiasm in the graveyard also, suggesting that both life and death are not two distinctive paths but are like the parallel railway tracks which always run together but never dare to meet.

Man is like a thirsty deer that readily springs up and runs madly at the sight of a mirage, assuming it to be water, in a desert. All through his life he chases the illusions called desires and finally give up when he arrives at the grave.