Funeral Diaries
"We understand death only after it has placed it's hands on someone we love." So well has the author Anne L. De Stael understood this abstract yet real phenomenon. Maybe I too find a reflection in it after I lost a dear one to the poisonous pangs of death. The loss left me cold and clammy like the beveled body. BODY that's what we call when a walking, talking mortal becomes immortal. He may be my friend, my neighbor, my father, my nobody and sometimes my everybody yet the moment breath becomes air he is just a BODY. People assembled in grieving moods inquire, "When will the BODY arrive? When will the last rites be performed? Are there any prayer meets later?" Whose convinence is sort where? "Not today dear, please die on the weekend. There is a new client coming to close the deal. Your deal closure will be celebrated on a Sunday." Can't we make such requests? Can't we just have a pre-scheduled appointment with death? Why can't we pla...