coming back to life


this post is the 2nd part of my earlier post "in my time of dying". in case you haven't read that one you could find it 

Maybe it was just the fever or the continuous assault of all the medicines injected in me, at first I couldn’t believe what I was seeing or hearing. I thought I might be hallucinating for death doesn’t come to bring people home. As far as I know people just drop dead, they are not escorted to heaven or hell by death. But then they are not like me so I must be getting some kind of special treatment, and tried hard to see the figure slowly coming into focus.

Now I admit I was feverish and delusional, but the figure standing in front of me couldn’t have been death. For she was so breathtakingly(hope u got what i mean) beautiful, around 17 or 18 years of age, perfect in every measure we humans have for defining beauty. Everything about her was so intoxicating that I felt like the walls are crawling around me. She was slender, very petite and with a figure that’d envy even the likes of Aphrodite. Finally she near over me, bent just a little and whispered in my ears-“time to go has finally come, my boy”.

Consider yourself in my position for a moment. I was in the bed, a goddess is offering me to come with her, I mean man, how cool is that. Except of course the fact that she was the goddess of death and accepting her proposal meant departure from the world. So naturally I was confused, but as all humans are masochists to some extent, I, too, choose to stay on and suffer rather than be free from all these troubles once and for all.

But the problem was how to do that, this girl has traveled god knows what distance just to take me with her, it’d be rude to refuse her directly. So I decided to tell her nicely. To start the conversation I asked her-
 why are u here?

didn’t I made that perfectly clear to you boy. I’m here to take you with me- she said

About that, don’t you think it’s a bit soon for us to go all the way? I mean, haven't we just met. And one more thing, what’s with calling me boy, you look barely any older than I am.

Oh don’t get fooled by my appearance boy. I’m like a million years old.

A million?

Yeah, that’s when humans first appeared, don’t u know anything boy?
(Of course, a beautiful girl who is so full of herself, how could I have thought any different?)

Ok lady; see the thing is in earth years I’m too young to die. I have to do a lot of things and visit a lot of places. So I can’t really go with you.

Oh, not another one. What you people have against dying? You all are insufferable. Well let me tell you something that’s absolutely true. The moment you are born, u start suffering, u just pretend that you do not, you hang out with you friends, celebrate with your families. And for what?. Can’t you see that you people are getting more and more pathetic every day?

Oh, you don’t know that, you are just saying that because u have no friends.


I don’t need friends. She began almost shouting, but i knew that i touched a nerve. Friends are for losers like you. I’m superior. And on a different note you should know that I was going to offer you heaven. It has nymphs(i.e. APSARA) and drinks and all the cool stuff.

That’s tempting, but what’s the point- i said, none of my friends will be there. So I’d rather be on the highway to hell because my friends are gonna be there too.

Well, she said with a big sigh, I always knew that you wouldn’t come, because humanity is flawed to the very core of it. You people never know to go with the right person. Here I am, intellect, compassionate, celibate (you forgot narcissist, I thought) offering you a life with me and yet u choose to be with someone is as slutty as they come, who has screwed countless people since time immemorial and yet you people call her by the most modest name.

really? and what name would that be?

that life’s a bitch, she replied.

Of course, I realized. She does talk pretty, and pondered upon that for a moment.

what are u thinking- she asked me

I’m sorry did I hear that you are a million year old virgin?

Oh great!! Out of all the things that I said you only picked that. you are such a tharki.

well lady what can I say? I’m a boy of 22, what do u expect. 


 Well miss D, I asked- why are you here, I mean really

Why do u think. Boredom. You know up there on heaven things are really boring. I see earthmen sharing laughs and moments with friends and family. Something that we  don’t have up there. So I come down sometimes, to meet people like you. Interesting, full of life and smart.

Oh stop it. You are making me blush. i said,blushing.

No really. I had a wonderful time. Thank you for that. And in return I want to give you something too. You’ve seen enough trouble in this hellhole here. But you won’t have to spend another night here. Tomorrow you’ll be all right and back to your home.

I looked at her beautiful face and was tempted to go with her once again. I forced myself to look outside the window and saw that dawn was breaking.

She looked at me again and said- I must go now. You mark my words. While you are still here make the most of it. However try not to indulge too much in the kind of activities u were into a few days back.

So you know about that too?

I am death. I know everything there is to know about you or anybody else. Goodbye now boy. And she turned towards the window.

hey listen. if u really don't wanna go alone, may i recommend a few names. and you'll get a wide variety to choose from teachers to doctors and a few college students.

so you want them dead.

no, don't be silly. i just don't want u to be alone.

oh i know how much you care about me. goodbye boy.

Hey wait a minute. Do you have any contact number? Or a facebook account, you know where we can talk again.
she turned to me smiled and said- no I have not. But die in 60-70 years and come to me. Then we’ll talk. Until then, bye.

bye- I said as I saw her dissolving into mist and went out of the window.




P.S.- I don’t really know what happened that night. I could totally be imagining things. On the other hand its totally possible that miss D did visit me. There are stories in my village about little boys who claim to see death (YAMARAJ to be precise) just before dying. Whatever happened that night, I was cured the other day and was discharged from the hospital just like she promised. I hope to see her again, just not anytime soon.






 



Comments

  1. death is beautiful, true but it also has its friends, although not many...take dream for instance. the peace and the tranquility experienced in death is same as felt in dreams. btw good dialogue; hope I was not one among those suggested by you to Miss D! on the whole, I utterly enjoyed this piece, keep it up. :)

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    1. thanks abhi,
      you are right about the dream thing of course
      and relax, u did not made the list
      thanks for liking the post
      i hope something interesting happens with me soon
      so i'll write again

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    1. you know you could've written something appreciative :P
      but point taken
      i'll try to be better next time :)

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    2. Dude!!! You know I am a certified bakchod, and a verified jerk; Writing something appreciative would have indemnified my traits... :-!

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