Isn’t it surprising? We spend millions on mundane things, we
spend our lives dedicated to things which are as trivial as, say, improving the
mileage of a SUV by 2 kms per litre, but do we really think of the biggest
question of them all? Which according to me is what happens after death? The
here after. The one only certain thing. Death. It will come to one and all. It
will come no matter how healthy your life style, irrespective of how much you exercise,
whether you smoke ten packs a day or none, whether you use olive oil or
coconut. It is inevitable. One who is born has to die. So who am I really? Do I
cease to exist after death? Can I feel anything? Where do our joys, our
sorrows, our memories go after that? Is there an afterlife? A rebirth? No one
knows. Even the religious texts have differing views on these. We don’t know
whether life exists on other planets but we spend billions sending out space
crafts in trying to locate it. Then isn’t it surprising that there is so little
research on this? The only inevitable fact and we don’t know anything about it.
How weird is that? There have been experiments on weighing the soul (21 gms)
and papers on near death experiences but these are sporadic and unreliable. Are
we scared of finding out? Or do we don’t like to think of the fact that we all
are going to go away one day. Many think of death as something which happens to
other people. But burying our heads in the sand won’t make this go away, will
it?
