The biggest question of all

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?