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Shvoong Home>Arts & Humanities>Philosophy>Farewell at the times of death Summary

Farewell at the times of death

Article Summary   by:Mannequin     Original Author: Mannequin
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Ever wondered how the road to your death smelt like?What are the sounds that
grace you on your venerable march to your final destination.How you are treated
to,in the journey to your graveyard,in our beloved nation.It is like all
hell let loose( even if it be so that you are destined for heaven).The epiphany
of few young mad men on display.All their histrionic skills come to the fore.The
drumbeats,the crackers it is like a parade commomerating a great
achievement,like a time of celebration.Perhaps,the celebration from bondage of a
soul that was struggling in the whirl of the world,wailing and waiting to free
itself from the cudgels of confinement,one might presume.May be the
crowd that leads the way does not wish you to feel alone before you have to
eventually embrace loneliness.That is why they make all the cacophony in the
world in a travail that is considered to be a mark of
commiseration.Dancing,dreaming they do lose control to get a whiff of what the
man of the moment goes through.It is ultmately brotherhood,one might logically
interpret that leads them to behaving this way.They too wish to feel what it
means to be liberated in the true sense of the word.The promenade
does not lack flavour too.The perfume for the dead is the aroma of roses strewn
about with careless disdain all over the place in the path of
permanence.For,once in their lifetime the subject deserves attention,at least a
causual glance if not anything else is theirs for the taking and to be looked at
is what those guys around are trying desperately to get for the man in the
question.Like a metaphorical symbolism of the eternal imprints of the person
passing away lie those flowers all over the place.Also some noble intention of
providing a refreshingly different breath for the passers by is unwittingly
welded with the ceremony who are otherwise left to smell rotten on their
respective routes.The sounds do not lack the rhythm.There is that
cadence and at regular intervals the bursts of fire rips the ears apart,the
occasional whistling,the ethereal dance .It looks like these people are bringing
the best out of their kitty to assuage the pain in the last lap of the
eternal ride.Is it joy, pain, a motley of emotions or sheer sense of duty that
they want to do enough justice for what they were paid to do.At one end
it seems gross mockery of the dead,on the other hand it sounds like a frivolous
set motives not of any particular importance to be analyzed or dissected to this
extent.Certainly not for us to unravel,atleast when the protagonist of the play
seems to be in a state of Sleepy Halo of beatitude and bliss!
Published: January 27, 2008   
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