Into the vastness of space

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"

Very often do I think 'What it matters the most in life?'.This thought had made me have sleepless nights and the answer was not realised until this morning.Heavenly abode or the passage to heaven is what death is considered to be for those who lecture ceremoniously about the end day.As a kid I have been told stories of "Garuda purana" and later in my adulthood I had a glimpse on the Judgement day thesis and later as I substituted logic to blind faith "Art thou dust" was my ultimate conclusion.Amidst these varied oscillation of my informed mind little did I bother about the existing life until today morning.

As I write upon this post with teary eyes,I look outside my window and miss those moments we have had a share of happiness and an impulsive exchange of world outlook.Little did my friends reading the post would know that "Thoughts-Life" as we named and serve under it to establish as a NGO to help the needy was carved out from the mind of my belated friend Kevin.And not many friends knew the relationship I shared with my friend/colleague Sesha who expired yesterday.I dedicate this post to both of you guys.

 If I  were to write a book about Life,I would say "I am still getting the pages done"until I breathe my last.That's very true as each day in life teaches a new experience.In the past two years of solitude,I had been tested at various occasions to put forth my cognitive thinking to fill in the pages of the above said book but the the attempts remain futile.With highly emotional content hidden under octane pressure,I am considered to be the least expressive person particularly when it comes to the case of mood changes.Neutrality was admonished to be my forte.But I had tears when I heard Sesha expired.We haven't been in touch for a long time and little was the scope left for our future contacts either.But I cried like I was missing a very good part of my life.

Sesha as in Seshasai is(was) my friend/colleague.I still remember the day we first met during a free jamming session for office celebrations.Dressed in tracks with an armed wrist band,I came to know that he was a kick boxer,a mridhanagm player and guitarist and a hardcore biker.We gelled in quite easily as I was an extrovert then and he assumably was the same till his last breath.The later days saw us sharing a common interest on a lot of stuff and negated partying relationship.As I moved out from office towards my ambition, the stick on relationship became "hush-hush" and later mute over an year.The last I spoke to him was on his  previous birthday,July 30 2015.Out of all this,I found the guy as a good friend full of energy and lively likely with a wish to live life to its fullest.But nature had other plans,his hardcore passion "Biking" took his life away in a thrash leaving in devastation his parents and us the friends.You will definitely be missed man.Whenever I see a bike or a biker the first face that flashes in mind is always yours.Rest in peace Sesh.

That moment when I was in the middle of the ceremonial rituals of Sesha did I realise "What it matters the most in life?"."Nothing matters in life as life in itself is a worthy possession.In the curious race of glorious achievements and glamorous attention, the silent passage of life is not embraced by many.When often asked "What's your purpose in life?"I have come out with an answer of "Not just surviving but living is the purpose of my life".And as on date,as I turn back and look upon the hard rocked path with rose petals travelled so far,I could say all that regrets doesn't matter any more as I have got the gifted opportunity to live today.As many vanishes into the vastness of space,I am thankful as I have been blessed with many beautiful friends and memories and cherished parents.In the vast expanse of the Universe, though not every death affects you, let's not forget that we are but descendants of one species and what more reason do we need to fill love  and less hatred.The post be ended with a little wish for ourselves,thankfulness for all that we have had and a prayer to  those who we miss in particular Sesha. Rest in peace...