F for... ...

6th Day, 6th Alphabet and there goes the first week of A to Z April Challenge. :)

Today it's

F for "Fancying my Funeral".

Ok! Why am I talking about my funeral at this age? Actually I thought of writing about the Unpredictability of life… and the most unpredictable event is the death of a person. You talk to a person today, and tomorrow you hear him dead. You plan for your future, but you may not be able to see even your present. We know death is certain, but we are clueless when it's gonna empower us.

I have attended six funerals so far. Actually I hate the ambience of the funeral places. I hate the sober, solemn and sad model I see there. And I don’t attend funerals unless I know that person very well. Coz if I didn’t knew the person, what’s the point in saying a bye?

Out of the six, two was of my grand-dads, who lived a really good life, and surrendered to old age peacefully. The atmosphere was not that dark, coz everyone was expecting and they did live their life and was ready to give up.

And two was close friends of mine, who was forced to surrender to the unpredictability of life during their younger days itself. And I can still hear those cries I heard that day. Visualize the faces of their family and feel the coldness of their life-less human body on my skin. And that is not a vision you wanna carry along with you till the end.

When I lost the first one, I just wouldn't accept the fact, and just stared at his face for long, for which I regret even now. Not coz I didn't want to see him, but now, when I remember the happy moments we had, the lifeless face creeps into my mind, and destroys that happiness and gives me tears, nightmares and more agony. So the second time, who was like a younger brother to me, I was there at the premises throughout, but I didn't even glance to his side. I just didn't want that memory of him. I and his sister kept talking about him, his pranks and we actually did smile that day through our sadness. So till date, as i have just good memories of him, I can picture him smiling, happy and cheerful.

Losing a person is painful. But it is more painful, to see them as a lifeless pale cold body.

We love a person, we care for them and we have so much of happiness with them. But when they die, a single glimpse of their cold face could just suppress all those memories. We see them smile, cry, eat, laugh, talk endlessly and all of a sudden... a huge Silence. That silence is one thing I found hard to accept. So when we are learning to live without them, why make it more difficult by having a saddest ceremony at the last day of their life in this earth?

So I want my funeral to be happy one.

A family and friends get together. I want my favorite music to be played.  The place should be decorated with flowers and actually I want people to smile. I want my people to celebrate the life I lived. I want them to cut a cake (chocolate, please) for my days in this world. I want them to talk how stubborn and adamant I was, and yet lovable (I suppose). About the days I have been with them. The memories I gave them.  And I don’t mind them letting a tear or two down, but not more than that. I want a happy farewell. I want it to be a celebration. So, No regrets, No guilt and No long faces. I want everyone to have a happy party, wearing bright colors and also good food, chocolates  and ice creams too.

So my dear ones, at the age of 23, I declare I want a HAPPY funeral, may it be this week, next year or in 50 years! Party Hard! You have my permission.  ;)

P.S. Live life each moment, so you don’t mind even if it’s your last.

God Blez.