Speaking about the Dead.

          The roads were filled with vehicles on the Sunday evening, the horns of vehicles echoing all around the ears and the signal turned red making the traffic to stand still. The traffic signal board was displaying 140, 139, 138…….

           There was a weird kind of model that was made, something like a tableau of a decorated boat! Of course there was a banner hanging with a picture of a man in it and the band played the local music with few people dancing around the tableau.
 

            There were people around talking and praising some person, naming the good deed done by him and few others’ eyes were filled with tears.

        It took me a while to understand that they actually were carrying a dead man for cremation.

       Death is quite a thing for us the humans, at times during death we start to say good things about dead, that too only when he is no longer able to hear them. And for whole of the life when he is present, not a single word of praise is done for the good deeds of that person!

Why is that it’s always too late to say anything significant to the person that would make him happy or a better person?

            It always made me think why is that we only say the most important thing to be said to the person only when he or she is no longer there to hear them? What’s actually the use of saying good things at that point of time?

Making a little change in our routine lifestyle how about we say those things we feel to that person the moment we feel it? 

              Of course it’s quite complicated! Obviously you may get your nerves chilled but at least the person to whom you want to convey what you felt is surely conveyed.

There would always be that kind of satisfaction inside you and less regrets of not able to say the things that you always wanted to say.

         Speaking the thoughts of the receiver, he would obviously be happy if anything good is said about him, and if anything said for him to be a better person, he would be very much satisfied to hear that at least there’s someone who’s been caring about him and wants him to be someone better.

       The horns were honking when I came back from my thoughts, the traffic signal showed 2 green arrows and I resumed my journey to the destination.