Every day of our life begins with some ambitions, some desires, some goals and some disappointments. We run, run and run to fulfill those goals and desires. And then every day ends with certain unfinished tasks, some unfulfilled dreams and some sort of incompleteness. The cycle goes on and on and on. And finally, in a turn of events, we all reach the same final destination. We meet death. All the goals, desires, dreams, and disappointments become meaningless at that point. Everyone looks similar in that state. Be it a chief minister of the state or a maid working under her. Everyone become a loaf of mass. Everyone lies naked. All anger, frustration, hatred toward oneself or others or the society members become meaningless. I had this intense realization yesterday.
I was traveling back from Old Rajinder Nagar after taking my class. I got down at metro and took a cab for home. The cab arrived after few minutes wait. I got in the cab and the journey began. The google maps lady suggested a very lengthy route to the driver. I was little cautious so in a span of 5 minutes, I asked me three times about why is he taking this lengthier route? He was also clueless. But as always, everything happens for a reason. A motorcyclist was traveling in front of us with a child and a middle-aged lady. Suddenly a pit on the road came. The roads were dimly lighted. The pillion rider could not reduce his speed and bike had a jerk. The ladies do not sit tightly on the two wheeler. I have noticed that they do not take any support or do not hold the bike tightly. The lady fell down with a thud. The trajectory of fall was such that her upper part of the body happens to hit first and the whole flattened on the road without any movement. We were just behind them. I asked the cab driver to immediately stop the cab and got down to check if she was OK. She was just lying there, without any movement. I checked her. She was breathing but blood was oozing out of her nose. We immediately packed her in the cab and set off for the hospital.
Her male relative who was riding the bike was coming on the bike. The child came with me in the cab. I was asking the lady to speak something. But she wasn't. She was trying to breathe from her mouth but the whole body was motionless. The child was crying and I was surprised to see the instinctive reaction of the child. She was begging her mother "don't leave, don't leave". Maybe the child had witnessed some other deaths also and possibly she was behaving in a similar manner or may be her instinct were telling her that something serious has happened to her mother. I kept asking the daily to remain conscious and speak something but she was just lying in my lap. The tears were rolling out from her eyes onto her cheeks. She was not able to speak, neither able to move her legs or body parts. Suddenly her effortful breathing stopped while we were on the way to the hospital. But the child kept begging her to no go. For a while, I just thought that she is gone. But then suddenly she took a deep gasp of air. As if something infused life in her. Maybe she just went for a while and touched the death but only to return for her child. She started breathing again. We reached the hospital, took her to the emergency. The doctor received her immediately. I was told that she has slipped in the comma and she needs to be put on the ventilator of life support system. Doctor was little rude and straightforward in his conversation but possibly that is the nature of his job.
After a while, I left the hospital but the episode kept looming over my head. I was thinking about the fragility of the human body. The reality of death and futility of doing great things and suffering from anger, frustration, and pain in everyday life. Even the emotions of love, joy seemed nonsense for a moment. When I was in the cab, I was looking at the face of the lady. It made me think that life is too short to think of anything. Just live it. joyfully happily. Do whatever you feel. Do whatever you like. Do not regret anything. And just chill. You never know when you may also die.
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