Slowly, they lowered his casket with ropes hanging from either side. His cold breathless body stayed still inside the dark box with the lid closed. Yet, he could see the priest in white shirt and black trousers holding a black leather-bound Holy Bible with his right index finger dug into one of the pages.
He could hear the heavenly ‘In the sweet, by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore’ being sung by his fellow friends and mates. However, he couldn’t comprehend the few, leaning on the wall of the chapel-cum-rest house, without a drop of tear or sorrow in their face. He looked around and was soon to find out that it wasn’t just ‘the few’, but ‘all’ that had gathered around the 6 feet pit, had not a tear to shed. He saw his best friend walking out through the gates.
Soon, he developed wings and began to soar. He had always wanted to soar high and away from this world and here he was soaring far out of reach for the world to catch him, yet a gloom set in his heart for he knew he might never return. He wanted to walk again!
The song that he loved a lot had stopped. The priest had started with his prayers. As he ascended further away from his casket, which was slowly disappearing in a heap of mud and sand, he saw two winged Angels accompanying him in the flight. They led him from one world into another. The peace and serenity of the new world captured him. All he could see around him was a colour, the worst description of which will be ‘white’. They passed through a pavement which, for him, seemed to be made of gold, the purity of which was unmatched. He was led through huge gates that seemed boundary-less. There was no way he wanted to go back from where he came from.
The Angels carried him past huge mansions of which there was no demarcation. And suddenly, he saw someone that made him stand and stare in front of one of these beautiful-beyond-description mansions. ‘My grandpa might have looked him when he was young,’ he thought. The person waved from inside his mansion and smiled at him. He was now sure that ‘the person’ indeed was his grandpa. A few more mansions down, he saw another familiar figure and that of his grandma! But she looked so young! How? Each person owned one mansion for himself/herself! ‘Wow! Even I might own one of these,’ he thought.
Passing a few mansions, he reached a stairway. He followed the steps with his eyes as much as it could lead him. And a bright light appeared from the stairs. He couldn’t see the Person’s face! Soon the Force opened a huge book and scanned through it and with a voice that could shake every nation told him, “YOU DON’T BELONG HERE.”
He was swept off his feet. ‘No, this can’t be right!’ he cried out loud. Soon, he found himself at a place where darkness new no boundaries. He heard moans and cries of desperation. There was fire and flames all around, yet it was so dark! He could see a few familiar faces, yet it was so dark! A sudden gush of heat hit him as he gasped for breath and air.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, forehead and hands. Looked at the blue clock on his yellow wall… 7 33 a.m. Ah! Time for the MSEB power cut! Will last for an hour… I can afford to close my eye-lids a little longer… said a little prayer… And off I went zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………..
He could hear the heavenly ‘In the sweet, by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore’ being sung by his fellow friends and mates. However, he couldn’t comprehend the few, leaning on the wall of the chapel-cum-rest house, without a drop of tear or sorrow in their face. He looked around and was soon to find out that it wasn’t just ‘the few’, but ‘all’ that had gathered around the 6 feet pit, had not a tear to shed. He saw his best friend walking out through the gates.
Soon, he developed wings and began to soar. He had always wanted to soar high and away from this world and here he was soaring far out of reach for the world to catch him, yet a gloom set in his heart for he knew he might never return. He wanted to walk again!
The song that he loved a lot had stopped. The priest had started with his prayers. As he ascended further away from his casket, which was slowly disappearing in a heap of mud and sand, he saw two winged Angels accompanying him in the flight. They led him from one world into another. The peace and serenity of the new world captured him. All he could see around him was a colour, the worst description of which will be ‘white’. They passed through a pavement which, for him, seemed to be made of gold, the purity of which was unmatched. He was led through huge gates that seemed boundary-less. There was no way he wanted to go back from where he came from.
The Angels carried him past huge mansions of which there was no demarcation. And suddenly, he saw someone that made him stand and stare in front of one of these beautiful-beyond-description mansions. ‘My grandpa might have looked him when he was young,’ he thought. The person waved from inside his mansion and smiled at him. He was now sure that ‘the person’ indeed was his grandpa. A few more mansions down, he saw another familiar figure and that of his grandma! But she looked so young! How? Each person owned one mansion for himself/herself! ‘Wow! Even I might own one of these,’ he thought.
Passing a few mansions, he reached a stairway. He followed the steps with his eyes as much as it could lead him. And a bright light appeared from the stairs. He couldn’t see the Person’s face! Soon the Force opened a huge book and scanned through it and with a voice that could shake every nation told him, “YOU DON’T BELONG HERE.”
He was swept off his feet. ‘No, this can’t be right!’ he cried out loud. Soon, he found himself at a place where darkness new no boundaries. He heard moans and cries of desperation. There was fire and flames all around, yet it was so dark! He could see a few familiar faces, yet it was so dark! A sudden gush of heat hit him as he gasped for breath and air.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, forehead and hands. Looked at the blue clock on his yellow wall… 7 33 a.m. Ah! Time for the MSEB power cut! Will last for an hour… I can afford to close my eye-lids a little longer… said a little prayer… And off I went zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………..
8 comments:
Is this your vision of heaven and hell? I'm sure you did not have this elaborate dream which makes such perfect sense! :-D
Yes it was!!! Trust me Pooja... But the sequence may not have been the same, something that I have to admit... But Maybe it's coz I know a lot about heaven and hell and lemme tell u, I was scared to death after the dream/nitemare!!!
How on earth would you know about heaven and hell??? have you visited them???
It's all there in my favourite book- The Holy Bible!
hey blessen, i said this before n i really dun mind sayin this again"Blessen u r really talented..be it in any field, u've alwyas done ur best in it.. i admire ur attitude blessy,u never give up.. i realised this during the Mumbaikar magazine time...im a big fan of ur Never say Die Attitude, specially the way u use it...blessen i pray to god to continue to bless u with this same spirit.Aim high alwyas..cheers!!!!
excellent Blessen! loved the use of words, very descriptive, it caught my attention and I had to read the entire article!! and to top it all, the end put a smile on my face!!
excellent Blessen! loved the use of words, very descriptive, it caught my attention and I had to read the entire article!! and to top it all, the end put a smile on my face!!
Greeeeat work Blessy....i have always been an ardent admirer of your writings..i have now decided to be a regular visitor on your blog...great going dude...keep the pen going..keep the ink flowing...or rather keep the (keyboard)keys clicking..tic tac tic tic tac....
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