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|by R Purushothama Rao|
He is plunged into deep distress. He is now travelling in a fast moving train to reach his native town. Sitting at the window side of the A/C coach, having woke up throughout the night, with many shadowed thoughts gate crashing, he is now churning out all blank faces, and winnowing them straight at the rising SUN who is red hot flashing out rays.
He, after the rituals of seminar are completed in toto, he started to catch up a train to reach his town at least to have a last glimpse of his close friend. What all can be done now? If he starts now from Chennai, he may at least have the last glance of the lovable and simply affectionate friend in between the stupefied silence that over runs the environment and his stillness at his present staying place, the time started to solidify in seconds. After closing of the seminar, he rushed to the railway station to catch the available transport ,to move in a faster pace to reach his native town. In this TAMILNADU EXPRESS which is ready to start, there are only two stops, in between VIJAYAWADA AND WARANGAL. His mind is anxious to reach the place as soon as possible, only to have a last glance of his bosom friend and very well to attend the last rites, if possible. He thought this is the only way he can express his condolence, he can express to his childhood friend whom he loved most. The friend who cajoled him, three days back and who offered valuable inputs while preparing his key note address is now no more to hear his words. Really a pathetic scene indeed! We can’t distinguish between life and death in so simple words. Death laid its icy hands on these fortunate few at the prime age. Which is real and which is unreal? is exactly indecipherable.
In the mean while his wife Anjali made five frantic calls to console him. By the time he reached Warangal, she sent his Skoda car with the driver. Driver received him in tearful eyes.
He ordered the driver to take him straight way to Suryam’s house as soon as possible.
Sir sir, the last rites were already been completed yesterday itself, as the body need not be kept for his kith and kin to come ,as all of them are available within an easy reach to the place.
Run--run--car is running fast silence in between alone rules the roost in another five minutes, he reached Suryam’s house. All are in pathetic mood and none to receive him in delightful mood. All the relatives stationed there are in dazed condition .He entered the hall where Suryam’s framed photo is garlanded with a white rose one. He is not missing his smile, even in the photo frame. It is really a wonder to understand the tricky game of GOD, played on human beings The people who are visible today, may become invisible and un traceable in the next minute. They look healthy and perfectly alright till their last breath. All the investigations, made in between say they are healthy in all aspects. What makes them to depart so early physically from this world is exactly unknown. Like stars, sometimes dropping down sharply from the sky space ,at times some people follow suit. They reach a place, never to return forever. How foolish the mortal lives are--! They miss suddenly from the scene and plunge all their beloveds into streams of despair. Recently I heard that a practicing doctor after completing her consulting chore reached home and minutes there after breathed her last after a few minutes due to heart attack. A friend of mine lost his mother at a corporate hospital while the attending doctor is engaged in preparing a discharge summary, suddenly due to cardiac arrest. She breathed her last. However the emergency team which attended on her for a few minutes couldn't bring her to normalcy, inspite of their hard trials.
An affectionate word on others and a cordial shaking of hands, he thought will, of course make this world an effable one. After he returned home after half past midnight, Anjali game him a full glass of milk. He told Anjali that he met all his friends and foes and extended his friendly gesture to all of them, and told them nothing last long in this world except the pure hearts, we own for ourselves. The person who moves out on some work or other, if he doesn't return back, it is undoubtedly to be termed as DEATH. If he returns back it is BIRTH. ANJALI, though I am now a contended man with no ego and envy staying in my heart and soul, I am ready to invite any untoward happening tomorrow or a minute later on. I told all my friends this fact in clear terms and made them to realize the realistic truth of life and death. If you open your eyes it is termed as birth, if you close them permanently it is finally said as DEATH. A gap between these two ends is to be considered as life. She though frightened on hearing this untimely conversation, she thought the sudden demise of his bosom friend SURYAM, brought in him a lot of change . She thereafter, lied down to take rest. By the early hours, she got up from the bed, only to see him dead. She got stunned for this untoward incident. All his friends and foes, came to his house on hearing the news, got surprised. Everyone said” he came yesterday to see us, after a long stint. We felt very happy and he gave us a chance to cleanse our hearts and souls”, once for all. But Anjali had developed some mystic feeling on birth and death on this earth space, and she realized the aesthetic course of life. She turned philosophical, from the next moment.
Original: Mattipuvvu in Telugu by Rama chandramouli
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