A relative of mine died few days back. An old lady ....sick ....n a completely expected death ....
And here unfolds the drama I witnessed and have been witnessing every time .
People flocked the house . Wails of cries filled the air n echoed through the walls .
Some of them real but majority fake ....
What caught my attention were the fake ones.
The sound of the doorbell...
And all the ladies get into acting mode ....
Ready to give their vocal cords an exercise...
And lose some of the NaCl + H2O ....
And here come's another consoler...
And the actors wail at the top of their voices ...
Beating chests, and shedding more water....
And two minutes of drama, the consoler cries along .....
And then a break and rehearsal for another act...
And the show goes on ....
The actors have no ill will...
Poor people.. They are ruled by chains of traditions and norms of the society ...
And amidst this drama ...amidst this water that's shed ....
There are drops of tears as well ....
From a son , a husband and probably a brother and a sister....
And I cant control my laughter as I remember Shakespeare saying ....
Comedy emanates from tragedy...
And as the night befalls....
The daughter-in-law asks her mother...
What do i have to do tomorrow....
Mother," Oh! You have to sit in the front yard and begin the drama again .... Cry louder... Let your shrieks' be heard..... That's the norm my lv ....that will prove your worth as an ideal daughter in law"
Why shan't I laugh at this shamness....
Why shan't I mock the hypocrisy of this world...
Why shan't I ask a question....
Everyone knows its a drama , everyone plays the role so perfectly well...even without a director ...and yet everyone is a revered, learned, intelligent fool...
Whom are we fooling .... The god .... The one who died or just changed a body ... Or our own existence?????
And as Sherlock Holmes says," death is the beginning my friend".
© Athena Coelho
And here unfolds the drama I witnessed and have been witnessing every time .
People flocked the house . Wails of cries filled the air n echoed through the walls .
Some of them real but majority fake ....
What caught my attention were the fake ones.
The sound of the doorbell...
And all the ladies get into acting mode ....
Ready to give their vocal cords an exercise...
And lose some of the NaCl + H2O ....
And here come's another consoler...
And the actors wail at the top of their voices ...
Beating chests, and shedding more water....
And two minutes of drama, the consoler cries along .....
And then a break and rehearsal for another act...
And the show goes on ....
The actors have no ill will...
Poor people.. They are ruled by chains of traditions and norms of the society ...
And amidst this drama ...amidst this water that's shed ....
There are drops of tears as well ....
From a son , a husband and probably a brother and a sister....
And I cant control my laughter as I remember Shakespeare saying ....
Comedy emanates from tragedy...
And as the night befalls....
The daughter-in-law asks her mother...
What do i have to do tomorrow....
Mother," Oh! You have to sit in the front yard and begin the drama again .... Cry louder... Let your shrieks' be heard..... That's the norm my lv ....that will prove your worth as an ideal daughter in law"
Why shan't I laugh at this shamness....
Why shan't I mock the hypocrisy of this world...
Why shan't I ask a question....
Everyone knows its a drama , everyone plays the role so perfectly well...even without a director ...and yet everyone is a revered, learned, intelligent fool...
Whom are we fooling .... The god .... The one who died or just changed a body ... Or our own existence?????
And as Sherlock Holmes says," death is the beginning my friend".
© Athena Coelho
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