Blessed Release

We advance, He moves a step farther.

We solve, He raises the level.

We try, He shows a bright light.

We fight but finally, He calls it 'Over'.

He's the puzzle maker, the ruler, the refree.
The Hindu mythology puts it aptly, He's the Creator, the Manipulator and the Destroyer.

Mute Puppet mankind is, in His hands.

He's the one above religion, above spirituality.

Pleomorphic, Powerful and Omnipotent.

He's no 'Named God', no faith; yet the supreme authority.

For people he's called The Almighty, for me he's The Theory of Natural Selection, personified.

Everything is temporary...Life, Health, Happiness, Pain. The only thing certain is the end. The end of pain, the end of illness, the end of morbidity.


Context: One of my cousins, who had long been suffering from a progressive pulmonary disease succumbed to it, today.

We diagnosed it, symptomatically treated her, for there is no cure to the disease, yet. (As a Doctor, I feel crippled and worthless in such situations. And the very next moment, even more determined to do something to help alleviate such disability in the face of the 'unknown')

We prayed, optimized, put our faith into Gods. But, it was not in their hands too. The end was inevitable, under the control of the one who balances the universe.

For us, this is a loss, a heartbreak.
For her two sweet small primary-school going kids, this is a tsunami wreckage.
For the Nature, this is the daily routine.
And, for her soul, this is a blessed release...

R.I.P. Nidhi Didi

(12.12.11)