Death is no End, End is no Death…

Steve Jobs: February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011

The serial death of all the great souls from music, technology, sports is making me think about life’s unpredictability. Death is inevitable still some people don’t realise its meaning and keep whining for petty things. The news of death usually makes me introspect. It makes me realise the small nuances of life that we usually ignore during our busy days. Some people die without leaving a mark and are forgotten while some lucky souls achieve things that makes them immortal. They don’t die, they just evolve with time. 

Mansoor Ali Khan: 5 January 1941 – 22 September 2011

The death of Amy Winehouse, Patuadi, Steve Jobs, Jagjit Singh and Bhupen Hazarika made me weep in those silent corners. I don’t know how it feels to die but I surely know there’s pain that no living being can ever feel. I don’t know where they fly after death; I just know it’s peace that makes the end of human life so wonderful. If good souls leave we cry and when evils are destroyed we celebrate.  

Amy Jade Winehouse: 14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011

What happens after death? Some say you see light, some illumination when you die, some people say you go inside an endless tunnel. These are records obtained from people who went through near death experience and are now alive. We are still not so sophisticated to know what lies beyond. Death is not the end; it’s just the beginning of another era that we are still trying to decipher. All great souls who are dead must be resting in peace. 

Bhupen Hazarika: 8 September 1926 – 5 November 2011

In fairytales, death makes you an angel. People say your soul never dies and all dead souls linger around like sand particles in the galaxy. They try to communicate but the barrier between the living and dead always prevents them to convey the message. 

Jagjit Singh: 8 February 1941 – 10 October 2011

They visit you, see you and go away which is why you hear your dead loved ones' voice in your dreams. Death isn’t the end; it’s only the beginning of an invisible age. This is my tribute to all the great souls who went to that wonderful invisible place. May their souls rest in extreme peace. 

Author: Pallav Gogoi

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