“It had started, finally”, everyone was relieved that the bus started to move after a long wait. One could not stop smiling, looking at the awesome western ghats which captured eyes of all. One such evidence was the little blind girl seated next to me who saw the beauty of tailored mountain flowers in her own way when she exclaimed “Hey, these are jasmine flowers to my left”. Evidently happy was her mother. “I’ll record the videos and store them forever” claimed a teenage boy looking at the thin line of water between the hills miles away. Little did the newly wed couple know that “their first journey was also their last!?”
I sat relaxed, not exactly enjoying the beauty of setting Sun. I was unhappy with the latest developments in life. There seemed to be no end to the long-existing problems which feared insecurities and worries. They kept haunting me even in the arms of Mother Nature. “Enough, now I really need a break”, I told my wife and departed, deciding to go on vacation all alone. I hardly knew minutes away, miles away all problems would no more haunt me… I would no more be there to worry about anything! Death was starving …
“... two more miles”, shouted the horrified voice of the driver which spread like a shock wave in the nerves. “Brakes have broken down!”
I could see people briskly taking their last few breaths. Such is the velocity of scare, death brings with it. The bus never slowed down from there, leaving no room for anyone to get out of it. Glued to their seats people were screaming at the top of their voices. A few, like me were horror-struck and dumb-founded!!
I closed my eyes gently recollecting what had made me choose the route to death! Was I unhappy to the extent that I parted ways with someone I had loved to be all through my life!? Wasn’t I harsh when I said, “I won’t be back in your life … never again”?
Tears flowed, hands trembled, heart battled. The dry lips were locked tight, but I opened my eyes to see the last few trees and hills before the bus would slip down!
Would there be a life after life? Deep down inside the jungle, is there someone who can save my life and take me back to my home? What would happen to all that hard-earned property? Who would console my loved ones and who can fill in the gap; won’t I miss them, would I even know I’m missing them? When will I know I’m no more!!!
We don’t have answers to such questions, nor do we know which our last journey is. Then what is it that we are fighting for? May be, a politician who fights so hard for his seat has all answers!!!
It can’t get more ironical…
I sat relaxed, not exactly enjoying the beauty of setting Sun. I was unhappy with the latest developments in life. There seemed to be no end to the long-existing problems which feared insecurities and worries. They kept haunting me even in the arms of Mother Nature. “Enough, now I really need a break”, I told my wife and departed, deciding to go on vacation all alone. I hardly knew minutes away, miles away all problems would no more haunt me… I would no more be there to worry about anything! Death was starving …
“... two more miles”, shouted the horrified voice of the driver which spread like a shock wave in the nerves. “Brakes have broken down!”
I could see people briskly taking their last few breaths. Such is the velocity of scare, death brings with it. The bus never slowed down from there, leaving no room for anyone to get out of it. Glued to their seats people were screaming at the top of their voices. A few, like me were horror-struck and dumb-founded!!
I closed my eyes gently recollecting what had made me choose the route to death! Was I unhappy to the extent that I parted ways with someone I had loved to be all through my life!? Wasn’t I harsh when I said, “I won’t be back in your life … never again”?
Tears flowed, hands trembled, heart battled. The dry lips were locked tight, but I opened my eyes to see the last few trees and hills before the bus would slip down!
Would there be a life after life? Deep down inside the jungle, is there someone who can save my life and take me back to my home? What would happen to all that hard-earned property? Who would console my loved ones and who can fill in the gap; won’t I miss them, would I even know I’m missing them? When will I know I’m no more!!!
We don’t have answers to such questions, nor do we know which our last journey is. Then what is it that we are fighting for? May be, a politician who fights so hard for his seat has all answers!!!
It can’t get more ironical…
3 comments:
There is no use being a cynic and cribbing about the system and it's masters. If you can't beat/change the system, the only option left then is to join it.
What an ending! The emotions are so well portrayed at those last moments when you know life is comin to an end. How that must feel! That gives me shudders! .
Yes, and ironically this is my 1st post on the blog and the title is 'last journey' he he
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