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The Last Rite

Hello readers my name is Arjun Singh, today when I'm writing this, the time is 11:19 PM
19/Dec/2021.
Last day, on 18th December 2021, I wake up at 8:30 AM, and reminded myself that I had to go for a meeting by 01:00PM, meeting was scheduled at 02:15PM, as I've canceled the meeting earlier so I had to go there at the scheduled time to get the project. I'm a Content writer and an eligible aspirant of CGL
The project was about fashion and apparel, It was an Indian start-up e-commerce company and they got linked to me via LinkedIn, my meeting was of around 2 hours, there I observed a studio a meeting hall and the huge hall with multiple recks and triple-takers with different attires spread across on it. I slept late last night as I've been chatting with few of my friends and after wishing them "good night" I read a brief report of "Country Reports on Terrorism" and watched other doubt solving sessions and eventually ended it up with music as I've settled only one song on Playlist so I've been listening "Naina da kya kasoor" from the movie Andhadhun and went to deep sleep.
These all actions led me to the lazy day, I took a power-nap while waiting for the director there, my meeting resulted a good conclusion. During the meeting I observed around 7 vibrations in my pocket as I kept my phone in the vibration.
My meeting got to end at 4:25PM, I checked my phone while walking down to the stairs, there were 3 missed call displaying on the screen, one missed call of my mother and other two missed call of my friend. I dialed the number of my mother, but the phone was switched off. I was starving to have food as I have had only a breakfast, while going back to the room I've seen a Biryani Shop, so I went there and ordered a half plate of Moradabadi-Biryani. While eating Biryani I watched the "importance of highest honor awards" as Bhutan has earlier announced his highest honor to Prime Minister Modi, as I finished watching it I redial the number of mother and heard the news of demise of my Tauji (Uncle/Elder brother of my father). I felt really bad as he was one of the strongest members of my family, I felt like life is so cruel, no one is here for permanent, I was really sad, I've never said them, but I respected him alot. My mind was recalling all his memories which I have shared with him (since childhood incidents to his recent phone call to me) all the memories was popping out.
I decided to attend his last rite, I went to my room wraped-up my warm clothes and booked my seat in a very recent bus, I moved to the station in the shared cab, where I took up a long power nap, as cab driver woke me up at the station. I had 2 bags in luggage and very light in weight. I reached there half an hour earlier than the reporting time, I was very tired and I sitted on the near chair, I order a tea from the tea-stall near me, I had a sip of tea, it was very bad at taste. I was feeling down so I bought a cigarette as I highly needed it at the time. "I'm an occasional smoker"
Smoke of that cigarette increased my headache at its highest level, I threw it to dustbin along with that tasteless tea. Then to decrease the headache and laziness of the body, I bought "nimbooz" cold-drink. After drinking it I got some relief, then my bus entered and I boarded into it, my mobile phone's battery was very low so I put it on the charger. I got the notification of Facebook that my brother (whose father died) posted something, so I directly clicked on it in order to see and read what he posted, he had posted the Facebook status to inform all the people in his knowing, I mistakenly clicked on laughing emoji and it got sent to him. What the fuck I have done, shit, what he will think, how he will react, what kind of blunder I did...?
Then spontaneously I covered that mistake by sending him a heart on a same post, however it was not required, my brother is intelligent enough to understand such kind of mistakes. At around 10:45 PM, I was playing quiz when bus started moving. I adjusted my seating-chair to behind and started listening song in a very low volume to sleep. A same song again Naina da kya kasoor.
It's around 2:30AM when I fell to sleep, and then I wake up at 05:30AM after bus operator announced that we reached.
I departed from the bus and searched for taxi to go my hometown, one of the taxi driver in crowd was announcing my hometown's name, I went to him and he took up my bag and kept it in the car, I asked him "what time you will go?"
He said "after half an hour"
I bought a toothbrush and toothpaste and went to near paid bathroom, I freshed myself over there, and came outside and had a cup of tea. It had been around 25 minutes no other than me were sitting in the car. I was completely covered with many layers of clothes as there were too cold outside. Then after taxi driver came with 2 more passengers and we left. At 8:26 I reached to my Tauji's place, there was many people outside his home and too near to road surrounding the coal-heater. They all were my relatives I went to the room and kept my luggage in, then I joined them. Few minutes after one of my closest brothers called me to see Tauji, I followed my brother and I've seen the dead-body, he was my Tauji, I felt very sad. Two small round pieces of cotton was placed in their nose. Other part of body was covered by bedsheet. There were so rush there in the room near Tauji, everybody wanted to see him for the last time. After priest entered in, rituals gets started, around 3 round circle of some flour has been prepared by the eldest son of my Tauji, they called it pind. A bucket of mix of milk-water was near Tauji and a few packets of ghee. Bedsheet which was covering Tauji got removed and his clothes got teared by my brothers under priest assistance. They have made a langot to cover his middle part, and then his sons started bathing him with the mix of milk and water and lastly with ghee. I have also got a chance to bath him I took some mixture and sprinkled it on his body I touched his feet and rubbed ghee on his feet. I was very numb at thought, I was not thinking anything at the time. Now one-by-one everybody came inside and completed the rituals. My Tauji's daughter-in-law, daughter, and sister started crying and many of people were weeping. My eyes got filled with water. After all the man who died left the emptiness behind. His power, knowledge and our roof of strength has left us today
After the bathing rituals his(Tauji's) elder son took Pithiya (a coloured spot or mark worn by Hindus) and interpolated on his head, chest, and arms. Then we covered Tauji with white cloth and took him to the bamboo doom, there we cover with more white cloth and then after covered him with multiple red clothes, after fixing the body in the doom, they took up the doom up and one of my uncles chanted "Ram Nam Satya Hai" and as I heard, we all responded with "Satya Bol Gatya hai"
It's been 02:25AM of 20 Dec 2020 and I'm continuously writing this, the sound of Raam Nam Satya hovering around me.
(What is the mean of "Ram Nam Satya Hai , Satya Bol Gatya Hai"- In different holy books it has its different definitions and all definition indicates to one core value and that is- "Only Ram (Supreme Power) is real truth in life and after life".)

Then we reached to the bridge over the river, we landed the doom down, here priest pronounced some mantras and my brother dispersed one of the round pind in the river. I went ahead from the rush and gave my shoulder to lift the doom, I was very numb at thought. But what I have been feeling was completely selfless, everyone who was there were selflessly attend his last rite to say him final good bye. Nothing can be pure feeling than this, but people will act selflessly but for that you will have to die, this is the irony of our society and shows that how much we human get involved in the illusion.

When we reached to the ghat, Quintons of wood we bought and then we stabilized the stone and pillars on the river, to set the wood for cremation. We had set-up the wooden-funeral ready, we took the body of Tauji, and revolted multiple times around the cremation stretcher. One of my Tauji's son came up with a firelight and they again revolted multiple times around the body, he had 2 son, one of them lighted the fire from head side and second from the leg side.
Death is the ultimate truth, people who dies lefts emptiness behind, the conclusion I've came into is- life is the biggest lie which we live, it's an illusion, what we do, what we did, eventually it all ends with us. I'm remembering the lines what Saheed Bhagat Singh wrote on his book "Why I'm an Atheist"--

"What more consolation can there be! A God-believing Hindu may expect to be re-born a king; a Muslim or a Christian might dream of the luxuries he hopes to enjoy in paradise as a reward for his sufferings and sacrifices. What hope should I entertain? I know that will be the end when the rope is tightened round my neck and the rafters move from under my feet. To use more precise religious terminology, that will be the moment of utter annihilation (complete destruction). My soul will come to nothing. If I take the courage to take the matter in the light of ‘Reward’, I see that a short life of struggle with no such magnificent end shall itself be my ‘Reward.’ That is all."

Now it's been 3:24AM and finished writing this, I'm leaving you with the decision that what life you want life? How you want to die? What legacy you will left behind? And how would you like to die with memories or with grudges?

-Arjun SinghHello readers my name is Arjun today when I'm writing this, the time is 11:19 PM
19/Dec/2021.
Last day, on 18th December 2021, I wake up at 8:30 AM, and reminded myself that I had to go for a meeting by 01:00PM, meeting was scheduled at 02:15PM, as I've canceled the meeting earlier so I had to go there at the scheduled time to get the project. I'm a Content writer and an eligible aspirant of CGL
The project was about fashion and apparel, It was an Indian start-up e-commerce company and they got linked to me via LinkedIn, my meeting was of around 2 hours, there I observed a studio a meeting hall and the huge hall with multiple recks and triple-takers with different attires spread across on it. I slept late last night as I've been chatting with few of my friends and after wishing them "good night" I read a brief report of "Country Reports on Terrorism" and watched other doubt solving sessions and eventually ended it up with music as I've settled only one song on Playlist so I've been listening "Naina da kya kasoor" from the movie Andhadhun and went to deep sleep.
These all actions led me to the lazy day, I took a power-nap while waiting for the director there, my meeting resulted a good conclusion. During the meeting I observed around 7 vibrations in my pocket as I kept my phone in the vibration.
My meeting got to end at 4:25PM, I checked my phone while walking down to the stairs, there were 3 missed call displaying on the screen, one missed call of my mother and other two missed call of my friend. I dialed the number of my mother, but the phone was switched off. I was starving to have food as I have had only a breakfast, while going back to the room I've seen a Biryani Shop, so I went there and ordered a half plate of Moradabadi-Biryani. While eating Biryani I watched the "importance of highest honor awards" as Bhutan has earlier announced his highest honor to Prime Minister Modi, as I finished watching it I redial the number of mother and heard the news of demise of my Tauji (Uncle/Elder brother of my father). I felt really bad as he was one of the strongest members of my family, I felt like life is so cruel, no one is here for permanent, I was really sad, I've never said them, but I respected him alot. My mind was recalling all his memories which I have shared with him (since childhood incidents to his recent phone call to me) all the memories was popping out.
I decided to attend his last rite, I went to my room wraped-up my warm clothes and booked my seat in a very recent bus, I moved to the station in the shared cab, where I took up a long power nap, as cab driver woke me up at the station. I had 2 bags in luggage and very light in weight. I reached there half an hour earlier than the reporting time, I was very tired and I sitted on the near chair, I order a tea from the tea-stall near me, I had a sip of tea, it was very bad at taste. I was feeling down so I bought a cigarette as I highly needed it at the time. "I'm an occasional smoker"
Smoke of that cigarette increased my headache at its highest level, I threw it to dustbin along with that tasteless tea. Then to decrease the headache and laziness of the body, I bought "nimbooz" cold-drink. After drinking it I got some relief, then my bus entered and I boarded into it, my mobile phone's battery was very low so I put it on the charger. I got the notification of Facebook that my brother (whose father died) posted something, so I directly clicked on it in order to see and read what he posted, he had posted the Facebook status to inform all the people in his knowing, I mistakenly clicked on laughing emoji and it got sent to him. What the fuck I have done, shit, what he will think, how he will react, what kind of blunder I did...?
Then spontaneously I covered that mistake by sending him a heart on a same post, however it was not required, my brother is intelligent enough to understand such kind of mistakes. At around 10:45 PM, I was playing quiz when bus started moving. I adjusted my seating-chair to behind and started listening song in a very low volume to sleep. A same song again Naina da kya kasoor.
It's around 2:30AM when I fell to sleep, and then I wake up at 05:30AM after bus operator announced that we reached.
I departed from the bus and searched for taxi to go my hometown, one of the taxi driver in crowd was announcing my hometown's name, I went to him and he took up my bag and kept it in the car, I asked him "what time you will go?"
He said "after half an hour"
I bought a toothbrush and toothpaste and went to near paid bathroom, I freshed myself over there, and came outside and had a cup of tea. It had been around 25 minutes no other than me were sitting in the car. I was completely covered with many layers of clothes as there were too cold outside. Then after taxi driver came with 2 more passengers and we left. At 8:26 I reached to my Tauji's place, there was many people outside his home and too near to road surrounding the coal-heater. They all were my relatives I went to the room and kept my luggage in, then I joined them. Few minutes after one of my closest brothers called me to see Tauji, I followed my brother and I've seen the dead-body, he was my Tauji, I felt very sad. Two small round pieces of cotton was placed in their nose. Other part of body was covered by bedsheet. There were so rush there in the room near Tauji, everybody wanted to see him for the last time. After priest entered in, rituals gets started, around 3 round circle of some flour has been prepared by the eldest son of my Tauji, they called it pind. A bucket of mix of milk-water was near Tauji and a few packets of ghee. Bedsheet which was covering Tauji got removed and his clothes got teared by my brothers under priest assistance. They have made a langot to cover his middle part, and then his sons started bathing him with the mix of milk and water and lastly with ghee. I have also got a chance to bath him I took some mixture and sprinkled it on his body I touched his feet and rubbed ghee on his feet. I was very numb at thought, I was not thinking anything at the time. Now one-by-one everybody came inside and completed the rituals. My Tauji's daughter-in-law, daughter, and sister started crying and many of people were weeping. My eyes got filled with water. After all the man who died left the emptiness behind. His power, knowledge and our roof of strength has left us today
After the bathing rituals his(Tauji's) elder son took Pithiya (a coloured spot or mark worn by Hindus) and interpolated on his head, chest, and arms. Then we covered Tauji with white cloth and took him to the bamboo doom, there we cover with more white cloth and then after covered him with multiple red clothes, after fixing the body in the doom, they took up the doom up and one of my uncles chanted "Ram Nam Satya Hai" and as I heard, we all responded with "Satya Bol Gatya hai"
It's been 02:25AM of 20 Dec 2020 and I'm continuously writing this, the sound of Raam Nam Satya hovering around me.
(What is the mean of "Ram Nam Satya Hai , Satya Bol Gatya Hai"- In different holy books it has its different definitions and all definition indicates to one core value and that is- "Only Ram (Supreme Power) is real truth in life and after life".)

Then we reached to the bridge over the river, we landed the doom down, here priest pronounced some mantras and my brother dispersed one of the round pind in the river. I went ahead from the rush and gave my shoulder to lift the doom, I was very numb at thought. But what I have been feeling was completely selfless, everyone who was there were selflessly attend his last rite to say him final good bye. Nothing can be pure feeling than this, but people will act selflessly but for that you will have to die, this is the irony of our society and shows that how much we human get involved in the illusion.

When we reached to the ghat, Quintons of wood we bought and then we stabilized the stone and pillars on the river, to set the wood for cremation. We had set-up the wooden-funeral ready, we took the body of Tauji, and revolted multiple times around the cremation stretcher. One of my Tauji's son came up with a firelight and they again revolted multiple times around the body, he had 2 son, one of them lighted the fire from head side and second from the leg side.
Death is the ultimate truth, people who dies lefts emptiness behind, the conclusion I've came into is- life is the biggest lie which we live, it's an illusion, what we do, what we did, eventually it all ends with us. I'm remembering the lines what Saheed Bhagat Singh wrote on his book "Why I'm an Atheist"--

"What more consolation can there be! A God-believing Hindu may expect to be re-born a king; a Muslim or a Christian might dream of the luxuries he hopes to enjoy in paradise as a reward for his sufferings and sacrifices. What hope should I entertain? I know that will be the end when the rope is tightened round my neck and the rafters move from under my feet. To use more precise religious terminology, that will be the moment of utter annihilation (complete destruction). My soul will come to nothing. If I take the courage to take the matter in the light of ‘Reward’, I see that a short life of struggle with no such magnificent end shall itself be my ‘Reward.’ That is all."

Now it's been 3:24AM and finished writing this, I'm leaving you with the decision that what life you want life? How you want to die? What legacy you will left behind? And how would you like to die with memories or with grudges?

-Arjun Singh

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