And in the
end it’s all just ashes….that is what remains of a human life….and when the
noise and the clamour dies….when the wails become silent and the tears dry….when
all get re-occupied with the routine and the mundane…..then is the time when it
rises…..rises like a phoenix….taking its shape from those very ashes…..all
those memories which you never even knew that they existed…..all those moments
that you had never even registered….all of it and much more…..it all rises in
the form of that phoenix and slowly and subtly reminds you of its presence….in
between your meeting schedules…..when you are cooking in the kitchen….when you
are driving….when you are reading with a cup of tea in your hand….when you are
watching your favourite show on the television….when you are just about to hit
the bed….when you are in your shower…..and anytime when you least expect it to…..the
phoenix becomes a part of your life…..to remind you of a human life that once
existed…..and also to remind you that you will also one day be that phoenix….and
also to remind you, not how inconsequential human life is, but on the contrary,
how precious and priceless it is…..because it might just end any moment….and
you might not even know….one moment you are a human life…..and the next you are
a phoenix…..so where is the place in all this….of all the trivialities….of all
the adjectives we use to classify a human life…..and give a status to those
adjectives that is larger than life itself….the adjectives that classify and
compartmentalize a human life into male and female and the rest….into Hindu and
Muslim and the rest….into a Punjabi and a Tamil and the rest…..into a believer
and a non-believer and the rest….and into the million other categories that we
devise…..and spend all our lives doing it…..devising categories to fit people
into them….so that we could decide whether to love them or hate them or just
ignore them…..and in all this…the one single life that we have…that is our own…..just
passes by…moment by moment….second by second…..closer and closer to those ashes…..to
rise into a phoenix….a phoenix that is just a mirror of the human life that
once was….as trivial or as consequential as that human life could make it…..
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