Do we get to play our parts


 

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Life Goes On

 

Over the years, I stopped writing blogs because of people (including me) thinking blogs are TLTR and because of the reason, I thought my blogs are not funny anymore (at least I thought it was funny earlier). One fine day came in a news rattling me, forcing me to think about life and how all the world’s a stage.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts
  • Do we get to play all parts?
  • Do we even know all parts that are included in our character or included in the script?
  • We wait for our entrances (or so we think) but do we accept our exits?

To quote Sherlock Holmes series: “Everybody dies. It’s the one thing human beings can be relied upon to do.” Yet it comes in so surprisingly and it is so hard to accept. Is it because that it is unpredictable or is it because of the fact that we are ill-planned to overcome the loss or is it because we feel our part is still not done?

Though I wish, none of us should go through the experience of having to loose a loved one, I am sure everyone has come across the loss of a loved one. The shock when you hear/see it, the tears that automatically pile up in your eyes, the loss of words to express, the inability to comprehend the situation and even the lack of acceptance of reality!

Maybe this blog will be full of rhetorical questions, but I do know that the loss of a loved one brings all these thoughts to everyone. Again quoting Sherlock Holmes (S04E02) “Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else.” Apart from the brilliant scripting and dialogue delivery, this is so strikingly true.

  • If I know that this is the last time I am going to meet someone, this will be the last conversation, will it change?
  • What I should have told to the people I care about which I cannot tell now?
  • What I should have done before it was too late?
  • Am I afraid of death or Am I afraid of not knowing that I have no control over when it is?
  • How is my family going to manage without my paycheck next month?

Well obviously, none of the questions above are as important as the below one. I am sure the questions which are not going to let me rest in peace are:

  • Is anyone going to unlock my phone and see my chats/conversations?
  • Is anyone going to check my browsing history?
  • Is anyone going to find out about the hidden booze bottles and pack of cigarettes?
  • Is anyone going to tell my ex about this?
  • What is going to happen to my FB account?

In loving memory, of my friend. Though it is unfair that he didn’t get to play all parts, I am sure he played an Oscar-worthy performance and led a full life. To my friend, to a genuine human being and to an asshole who rushed towards his exit.

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