What happens after you die? I don’t know. I don’t want to know. Although I believe you go to a better place, where you bounce on clouds and rest on the ergonomic moon crescent; where the temperature is just right – the AC not too strong, the ball of fire not too hot; and where you get candies of all shapes and sizes. If you are fond of pets, there are little puppies all around you; and if you aren’t, there isn’t a single dog in sight.
In short, you go to a place where you have it your way – Your cholesterol isn’t high; your BP is in check; bones strong; and the fat percent – an ideal 21 for the women, and 14 for the men; Also, you don’t have to worry about trans fats, or nicotine (You get your kick anyway); You can have your cake and eat it too, can put all your eggs in one basket, and are even able to lead the horse to water and make it drink.
Call it optimism, imagination, or escapism – the above picture may just be a way of helping me cope with some harsh realities; a way of convincing myself that ever since my sister left us, exactly a month ago, she has been living it up, and that it’s ok! You can imagine she has become an angel or a star in the sky, and then not feel guilty about your own little celebrations back home – a marriage in the family, a new job, and all those fancy dos for which you put on your best attire, and of course that smile.
That’s just the way it is. Life goes on. The earth continues to spin counter-clockwise on its axis, the sun rises – and sets 24-hours later, and the milkman promptly delivers the cartons of milk at 6 a.m. every morning. You’re left aghast. Nothing much has changed, really. Externally, it’s all like it was before, but internally you just have to deal with the dark void, a space that keeps shrinking with time.
Why do I write this? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s the surge of ‘deadly’ news that’s been trickling in day after day: Indian actor Rajesh Khanna passed away; Stephen Covey and Jon Lord left for ‘that splendid place’ after introducing us to some good habits and deep numbers; Queen of Country, Kitty Wells died from a stroke; Oscar-winning actress Celeste Holm died at 95 (She lived!); Sly’s son, Sage Stallone (36) passed away of we-don’t-know-what-yet. All this in the last two weeks!
While we grieved for the above-mentioned, we cheered for a few others. If there were coffins and condolences on one hand, there were balloons and bubbly on the other – Nelson Mandela turned 94, Sunita Williams went on her second space mission, the coming of Toy Story 4 got everybody excited. And then of course, there was the magnum merriment of Bruce Wayne, but not without the commemoration of our agent of chaos – The Joker (played by the now late Heath Ledger), who once said to Batman: 
“You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. And I won’t kill you because you’re just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.”
Alas! The ‘unstoppable force’ didn’t let that happen. Heath Ledger was taken away, but the Batman had to come back.
You see only one end to your journey, and it’s only sometimes that a man rises from the darkness. And if that happens, he just has to wait his turn to get to that place filled with candy.
(Photo Credit – Image 1: TPorter2006)
jltreally 
I thought sometimes Milkmen drop free apples along with milk and sun sets after appx 12 hours…
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I don’t know if its with men, but I somehow seem to have got over my father’s loss (I loved him very very much)… and in such a way that, at times, I feel really really guilty with d thought that ‘didn’t I love him enough?’… And that thought makes me cry… yet I realize that I am not crying for my father but for my guilt.
At times, I feel the practical approach keeps me grounded (though I don’t make an effort to pose as pragmatic)… and then again at times I feel… with such practicality do I even ‘feel’?
According to me, that’s what time does to us all. You need not feel guilty. You ‘not feeling’ only means that you have healed, my friend. 🙂 And it happens to us all. Although the people who pass away are always missed, and the memories spent with them always cherished. Your father – I pray that peace has found his soul 🙂 Love.
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Death is so entirely bizarre and yet so simple. I asked myself all these question after my mother left me last year – where is she now? how’s her BP? How’s her diabetes? Does she miss us? Does she forgive us for everytime we may have hurt her, or not done enough, not called enough, not said I love you enough?
And yet I hope that candies and fluffy clouds aside, she will be there to welcome me when my time comes because really, as you say, the end is the only thing we can be sure of. Then it will really be party time in heaven x x
Hugs. I’m so sorry for your loss. The only thing we can really gift ourselves is making every moment count. Live well, like you usually do, because mum is looking 🙂 Lots of Love xx
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