He was cheerful. He smiled all the time. He was hardworking and he was just 22. I have known him for almost 6 months. A staff working in our office collapsed all of sudden following a severe headache. It was a case of brain hemorrhage. After fighting with life for 5 days, numerous complicated tests, an operation and last few hours in ventilator, he succumbed. We took him to Pashupati Aryaghat. And only the memories remain now. I am still finding it difficult to believe that the cheerful young Mohan is no more with us.
What an abrupt and unexpected end of a life. Many people are born and many people die every moment. When we come across a death of someone whom we know, we become philosophical. The most uncertain thing in this world is a human life. No one knows what's going to happen the next moment. The ultimate truth is death. We all have to follow the same path sooner or later. We do not know how many more years, months, weeks, hours, and minutes or seconds are remaining in our life. Yet, we act and live as if we are immortals. There is no end to our greed and ambition. To achieve them, we go to any length without caring about other person's emotion.
It is a stupid race of life where there are no winners or losers at the end. We all have the same fate, same destination, same ending, same achievement and the same reward-death. Still, we fail to learn the lesson. If only everyone (including me) can really accept this truth and act accordingly, maybe the world would be a different place.