Density of Destiny

Warning: I had argued a lot in this article and it might affect your religious and spiritual sentiments. Please do not read this article and then blame me for interfering with your beliefs. You can very well not read this article. 

  

I always felt that poets often jot down poems to confuse people and wear that smirk on the face. “See, I write some lines with rhyming syllables and you end up taking so many versions from it”, would be the thought that should have gone through the poet’s brain. To put it in my own words, poems were used by people who do not want to say things directly, like its counterpart, classical dance and music. If you could see Bharatanaatyam dance, the girl or guy reproduces steps taught by their teachers. Very few invent steps, but it had to fall within a framework. Apart from the creative aspect, they keep on repeating the same lines in the background song. Mostly, it will be an episode from the fake mythical stories, like some random dude meeting up with random girl over a utopian garden, where her friends have their profession of giggling and making irritating expressions for even miniscule masculine entity roaming around. Usually, women themselves play the men role. The reverse happens in stage dramas that are staged in village fairs. There, men play the role of women, and to emphasize that they are women, they dip themselves in turmeric paste. So, women are yellow skinned and men dance with their hips arched.

Poems and dance were made to force people to respect those who orchestrate it. If not, how would that section of people earn money then? Professions were created to earn money and by forcing an authoritative stance, people in art took an unjustified position making non-artistic people to celebrate them in a godly manner. Anyone who creates must be god, because, god is their ultimate creator. If you could say what you want to say directly, without confusing the person reading it, without confusing yourself whether it is understandable for the receiver, why don’t you say it directly? Why do you fancy yourself deviating from the communication protocol, as though it makes you one step above the receiver? If poems were meant to be riddles or puzzles, then they need not be in literature section, they should have ended up in mathematics section of the library. When you want to convey something to a group of people, say it directly. Poems and dance forms were created by people to keep themselves comfy in the elite category.

Another arena that constrains people under specific ‘compressions & rarefactions’ is the classical music. A classical singer should not deviate from the rules and regulations framed by some guy in the past. He happened to be Telugu guy and so he sang few lines in Telugu. Ok, it is always cool to sing few lines for hours in a language people will not understand. Stretch a line for ten minutes, while shouting at different frequencies and then go for next line. Have a person who beat animal’s skins (mridangam), who blow holes while opening and closing it (flute), and another one, who runs the horse’s hair with four strings of stretched sheep gut (violin). And then, the person with tambura, who sits there, doing nothing. He can be bravely questioned with “what were you plucking?” kind of derogatory question. He cannot escape with any excuse. All he can say is, “I was plucking the strings”.

Western dance and music were no less stupid. You have to put the same steps. You have to stand stiff like a person trying to control his boner. Yes, stand stiff, not you, dick, but you, head. Then, the music, with an old aged women letting out circles of sounds that will force you to take a gun and pop it off her mouth. Or, the music that slowly starts from almost silence to something fast, then slows, then die down. Like a train approaching a platform and then leaving it. Almost, all of the forms of art were created by people in those areas, not only to earn money, but to show themselves that they are not like the illiterate, no-brainer, unintelligent, working masses. Or they thought that doing the same kind of work is not intelligent and does not involve usage of brain. Of course not, you need to be mentally active even in a bored monotonous job.  These artists try to attach themselves to kings and noble people and cheat them by saying simple things in complex manner. And the usually foolish king and the ministers would have good time pass in decoding those encrypted arts.

The reason why I took Poetry, Dance and Music is, people usually attach Arts to be their destiny.

She/he was destined to be a poet, an actor, a dancer, a musician. That is gift of god.

You need to be a prodigy to excel in arts. It should be written in your fate to be an artist.

This was the destiny that was attached to people for long ages. Destiny in the field of science came very much later, as it was considered a blasphemy to practice science in dark ages. Yes, you can practice religious science. How was the world created? goddidit. That was an excellent scientific theory that ruled the entire intelligent beings for around thousands of years and even now. Nobody is destined to be an artist, or to be a musician, or to be singer, not an actor. But, everybody is destined to die. You can never contradict that. But the way in which a living being would die or lose its indication of life is not destined.

Your destiny shifts as you move towards it. Or, you make your own destiny, Rather, I would say, wherever you end up, that is your destiny.

Let us proceed with few examples. It was the time before the monotheistic religions gained stronghold. A farmer is working hard in the field sowing the seeds, watering it and standing guard of it against animals and fellow men who might ruin it. Now, what is his destiny? Yes, he is destined to be a farmer. Why? He was destined to be a farmer. Now will you shut up and not question the plan of destiny-maker as he works in mysterious ways. Why was he destined to be a farmer and not a hunter? Or a fighter? Or a woman? Or teacher? Or king? Why should he end up as a hardworking farmer, who has to till in the land of some other noble person and beg for money to feed his family? It was because; he thought it is his fate to be farmer. Now, there is a difference between destiny and fate. Destiny is synonymous with success, while fate is synonymous with failure. When you become a musician, you are destined to be one. When you fail to be an acclaimed artist and end up painting in roadside for few coins, then it is in your fate to suffer. So, an ever-loving destiny-maker casts you to lower economic conditions because he wants to work in mysterious ways. He wants to test you, but he does not care to test the rich people. Why should god always test the good people? Because, that is why lazy assholes who consider themselves as good do not work hard to move ahead. So, their stupid laziness becomes a test of god. And when you pray to that most merciful and most benevolent, he might think of removing the blockades from the destiny he had created. With an all knowing destiny-maker, he knew of your destiny, he knew of your desire to attain that destiny, he knew that he is going to block you; he knew that you will pray to remove those blocks and after you reach your destiny, you thank him for guiding and attribute your success to him. But, when you are blocked more and banished from reaching your destiny, he has some reason for doing it so. Because, he knew your destiny, he knew you would fail, so he did not want to listen to your prayers or acknowledge it. He might have changed it, but it would go against his plan.  Compare this with a don influencing people who are under him. He will know what he can do to you, he will keep blockades. When you kiss his hands and fall to his feet, then he will remove those blockades and guide you to your goals. All he needs is your devotion and loyalty. So, Mafia dons are in one way destiny-makers. Or they are better than that, because you see them and you are sure your prayers are heard by the don.

When your destiny is already created and when you are guided by an invisible force that knows the destiny, then what work you do to reach that destiny? Prayers. You can just pray, while your destiny is shifted to somewhere reachable. If prayers had such powers, why can’t people just stop visiting hospitals and start praying to get a cure? Is it not a naïve thought that your destiny is a pre-planned one? If your destiny is already placed, how can you know what that destiny is? Imagine that some person in car is stationed at a parking lot some thousand miles away from you. You can only reach him, when you know of him and his whereabouts beforehand. And, you should have communicated him about your scheduled meeting with him. Or you just start going in some random direction, then someone guides you to his place and keeps him stationed there till you reach. Which one of these sounds good? Destiny, as we define it, cannot be pre-fixed. It is not pre-determined. It cannot be. A pre-determined destiny reduces us to be just pawns in the hand of a non-existing destiny-maker. If he wants to play game using us, with whom is he playing? His own destiny? Her own destiny? Or its own destiny? What if the destiny-maker was an earthworm that created us with its intelligence and which sacrifices itself to become our food we eat and wine we drink. If that god wants to move you to a place which he had created, are you just his road racing PC gaming characters? What kind of fun does he derive from moving you across places? Does he need fun, when he is supposed to be epitome of happiness? When you can be placed nearer to a pre-determined destiny, why keep you far away and put blockades in–between? So that, you can learn things and understand the working of that destiny maker before reaching your destiny. If so, that destiny maker should be a self-boasting thing filled with vanity. Being proud of torturing his own creations by creating more obstacles to them?

If destiny is pre-determined, why should you worry about it? After all, it is going to happen. You can just sit and loiter across your homes and sleep all through the day. And, since you are destined, you are going to get it. John is destined to get a pizza and since it is pre-determined, he does not need to go to pizza outlet for it. So, the supernatural thing pre-planned this destiny of John, created home delivery, created so many human who are destined to deliver the pizza to John. So, for fulfilling the destiny of John, more creatures with destiny of delivering pizza to John were made. If you cannot wake that lazy bum of John to get to pizza store, you end up creating many other living beings to deliver it to him. Why? Because, I had written his destiny and I cannot rewrite it. If so, why can’t I write his destiny of going to pizza outlet, while I was creating him? It would have made my task simple. But, the most beneficial and best planner needs to put things in complex manner, such that people who want simple things to appear complex find it to be mysterious. Thus, destiny-maker should be an artist, if he had existed.

Both the terms, destiny and fate, were employed by people, who do not want to blame themselves for the result of their actions. Or the combined result of the universal action. So, the density of the destiny is zero. You do not have a destiny. You do not have fate. You do not have a purpose.

Do we have any purpose? No. Absolutely not.

We do not have any pre-determined purpose. That, a certain individual is created to suffer alone throughout his/her lifetime is not an intelligent design. If a creature is created to do sin, then why write its fate or destiny to commit that sin? If that sin is going to cast him into hell or put him into endless births to reap the sown seeds of sin, why let him do that sin in the first hand? It is because he mishandles his freewill. If a will is given to do stuffs on a person’s own intelligence and then later claiming it as deviating from a destined plan, can it be called freewill? Why give freewill in the first hand, if you do not want that creature to act free?

Hitler was not created to orchestrate the destiny of millions of Jews in Poland and Germany. Let us see how it would have been done, the destiny determination part. “Oh shit! I had created Hitler and I had destined him to kill so many Jews. So let me create millions of Jews, and let me watch them die in the concentration camps as I turn my deaf ears away from their prayers”. Sounds really intelligent. So, the purpose of Hitler was not pre-determined. It was determined by him and by the inaction of the fellow Germans who failed to control him. It is his choice and the choice of the rest of the universe.

A quarter of a million Japanese were not destined to be killed in the horrific nuclear bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. “Oh shit! I had let my creation to unlock power of nuclear bomb. But, they have to use it. Let me see. Ah aah.. There a million funny Japs. Let me blow them all.  I hereby destine those 240,000 Japanese to be killed on the same day by the dropping of an atomic bomb by my own creations. Hitman dudes!”. Employing his own toys to destroy fellow toys. Creation sounds to me like a child’s play. Or, employing hitmen to finish the pre-written job.

Billions of people were not destined to be dead in wars, famines, earthquakes, floods, massacres, thunderstorms and petty fights, at their births. They were not destined to be dead by epidemics, ethnic cleansing, cancer and diarrhea, at their births. They were not destined to be dead by accidents, at the time of their birth. They were not destined to be dead until the very moment, where their body becomes incapable of further functioning.

People are not brought to single ship called Titanic to end their life in middle of a freezing ocean. They chose to be on the ship and they chose to sink along with the ship. But, as I had already mentioned in my other article “The Dead End”, your choice is also limited by the choice of the rest of the universe. As you move along every second, your choice weaves itself with choice of the rest of universe appearing complex to you at first sight. But, as you go deeper, it is all simple. When you die, the atoms that constitute you go from one form to another.Breaks its bonds, etc etc. I do not want to enter into that area, as I am yet to research well on the atom theory.

My point here is there is no destiny or fate or purpose. The purpose of the stone that hit your head is not to kill you according to your fate. It was not created in the volcano millions of years ago to end your life created just a few years ago. The train that thrashed you to pieces was not inserted into the world to bring your life to an end. You choose to go near it and the driver chose to concentrate on some other thing than noticing you in the track. An asteroid formed millions of years ago does not have purpose to kill the thousands of people in the earth. George W Bush was not created to finish off lakhs of Iraqis in a war. All these events happen randomly and we call it Destiny or Purpose or Fate.

Of course, there is a purpose or destiny and that is fully determined by you. The purpose of my life is to question things that are told not to be questioned. It was not pre-written. I made it as my purpose. I could have made many other purposes like marrying and having a child, being an army man, a doctor, a pilot or my wish of being an astronomer. I had the liberty to choose them. But, I did not do so because of my laziness in holding on to my chosen purpose.

In a cinema, the purpose of villains was to show how good the hero is. The purpose of hero is to finish off the villain. The purpose of female protagonist is to act as an agent to enable hero finish off the villain. But, in the real world, there are no such pre-determined purposes. A man with the purpose of killing anyone for the other person not falling within his moral strata does not make him a hero. A hero is not born or made; rather he is celebrated as one. That is why, a hero of a particular population is villain of another population. In mythology, the creator wants to prove himself to his creations. So, instead of just deploying himself in all the minds of his creations with a single button click, he creates a person to do sin, thereby destroying few of his creations and then he appears to finish off the demon that he had himself created. Why waste so much of time to prove, if he had the power to do it by just make his creations realize his presence?  Why appear to only certain person and make him as messenger? Why not contact everyone? Why create a messenger to contact his very own creations? Why create them and destine them to make sin and disconnect them from your network, and then send a messenger to contact them? Why not write their destiny such that they can be contacted anytime? What is the need for a messenger? Does that mean the omnipotent superpower could not contact himself? If so, how can he judge people and record their sins? There are such endless questions.

There are two principles that is related to the purpose word. They are the strong anthropic principle and theweak anthropic principle. Strong principle says that the purpose of the universe is to present itself to the human observer to be researched. Weak principle says that universe which chose to help create life and intellectual life forms had the opportunity to be analysed by those life forms. In my view, both are wrong. I am not a scientist, but I can argue against them both. First of all, the creation of all these matters around us is not for life forms. If so, every other planets and every other star system and every oher galaxy would end up having life. We have not communicated with any such life forms. Although there are faults in the mode with which we approach earth-like forms in other extraterrestrial locations. And I will discuss about them in a separate article. In my view, the universe was not created, nor did it stay for eternity. But until I find something out of my analysis, I will stay and agree with the Big bang and Steady state theory. Both sounds perfect and both have experimental backings. Big bang is more universally approved because of the Cosmic Microwave Background which proved to be true. Yet, steady state scores in certain other areas too. I can easily disprove the Strong principle that we are made for analyzing the universe. Of course not, we are not made; it is our cells that group itself. If so, do the cells have intelligence? The problem with human beings is that we measure intelligence in our own terms. We have to remove the human lens and try to approach the world in various angles. The dogs might think of us as less intelligent to understand its communication and its view of the universe. Dogs might even have principle and observations about the universe. Maybe, every other living forms have a higher intellectual understanding than us about the universe, having been born before us in the earth. Maybe, they have understood that there is no purpose of life and hence do not form families and works and machines and computers. Their thoughts might not be in human perspective, but might be in their own perspective. Like how we get irritated by foreign tongues, they too get irritated by our words. If animals could communicate among themselves better than us and handle situations better than us, does it mean they are advanced animals than human beings? If you talk of age, then tortoise are more evolved than humans to live? Their cells are more sustainable than our cells. If you talk of speed, then cheetahs are more evolved than humans? If so, the purpose of such animals is getting defeated.

Chickens are not meant to end up in our plates and goats are not meant to be sacrificed. Chicken lays egg not for us to eat. Cows do not secrete milk for us to drink. Water does not flow for us to drink. It does not rain for our crops to grow. Sun was not created for light. Stars were not formed to decorate our night skies. Moon was not formed to be poetically praised. You were not created to relish this world. We do not have any purpose, we create them. We do not have any pre-written destiny, we make them. We are not bound by fate, we bind ourselves.

But, a life without a purpose is boring. Boredom is also a choice. You choose to be bored, when you have so many things to do. You can go ahead and run for days. You can choose to sleep and pass your time. It is your choice to be bored or not. Your brain can never be bored as it keeps on working even when you are sleeping.

Speaking of the weak anthropic principle, the purpose of universe is not to create life forms. Again, the creation of life forms is not the best choice for the universe. It is best choice for us alone because we do not want to be seen as worst choice. If you could say, “What is the purpose of these things going around sun, if it could not have some spectator?”. I might answer with a question, “What is the purpose of an art, if it has no spectator?”. For people who had wondered, why did I chose arts to talk about destiny might now understand that I used arts because of the perspective that it had carried with it. That something should be exhibited for the spectators.

A mute dance to a blind audience does not have a purpose.

But you can carry it as your purpose. Because, the audience need not see your dance. What are you trying to do with that art form? Are you entertaining them or are you using a platform that had forced people to choose your art as an entertainment? Human beings who had adopted this artistic perspective searched for audience for every action occurring in the universe. So, was the universe just a waste junk before 3 billion years, because it did not had an observer back then? Does it need to create an audience to watch its performance? If so, the universe and the non-living matter should also have the same amount of intelligence as you have. Which proves that the whole universe is alive and blasting.

Next time, when you feel you do not have any purpose, read this article again with a purpose of reading it. After all, the whole universe does not have any purpose. We create purpose. Nobody is useless, nobody should be used more or less. Purpose of teacher is not to teach, he can choose to teach. Purpose of parents are not to feed kids, but they choose to take care of them. And the purpose of me is not to write this article, but I chose to write them. And the purpose of you is not to read this, but you chose to read till this. Bubye!

..And then they became a part of statistics.

Have you ever realized that you are going to be a part of the same death statistics, one day or other? Have you ever realized that future humans will be taking you as part of statistics and represent you in a chart diagram in a presentation for deaths caused by a disease? How do you feel about ending up as a pixel in that chart?

He is roaming around in the forest and it is not a forest anymore. It is now covered with snow which looked like ash. It has been a long time since he saw the sun and now he is starving. It has been a week since he ate meat and all of his companions had died now. And then, unable to pace forward due to exhaustion, he fell down on his knees and slowly went down to sleep. He was lying down there for time immaterial before he closed his eyes for the last. And then, he became a part of the statistics – the thousands of victims of Toba volcano catastrophe which nearly destroyed many homo sapiens like him.

She was sleeping outside her small hut when she heard the mild thud sound. She got scared that it might be the wrath of god or arrival of huge army. Any enemy army on its way is sure of ransacking their village and even ending all of their lives. And, soon she saw the sky becoming black with clouds. She started crying to the clouds and prayed to the angry gods that she wanted to remain alive till her infant daughter grows up to live on her own. And then, she began to flee her village due north. And as she fled with infant in her hand, she felt dizzy and fainted. She did not wake up. And then, she became a part of statistics – of “some” 1 lakh people died in Minoan Eruption.

He was standing at the first row of the battalion, flanked by elephants on either side at the end. He turned back and saw the humongous army behind him. It was an ocean of men, all with their swords and spears shining in the sunlight. But the Army of his enemies are equally formidable. He was called to this battle, when he was playing with his young son and daughter in his farm. He is not sure whether he will return back alive to his family. He is not sure whether he will live yet another day. But, he has to do this. He cannot live like a coward, while the enemies plunder his village and make their daring king to fall in his knees. With increased fervor, he grabbed the spear in his hand and aimed at the person directly opposite to him. The call to the war pinched his ear lobes and he started to sprint towards the invading Macedonian army. He would have just ran a few metres, when a arrow pierced his chest. Clutching his chest, he twitched in pain and was pushed forward by the succeeding members of his army. He fell forwards to the ground and his neck was snapped by the strong legs of some of his brethren. And, then he became a part of statistics – of the 90000 soldiers of Darius Army killed by the invading Macedonian army.

The kid was playing along with others. He is soon to join a school and learn the arts of fighting and living from masters. But, since he is of age five, he can now play gleefully along with his tiny friends. And, while they were running, they heard a huge explosion that ricocheted their ears and soon, hot streams were flowing towards them. They were playing below the mountains and now, the hot reddish flood is pacing fast in their direction. He has remembered his mother talking about anger of gods, but he is seeing it now directly. He stood riveted, while the hot lava from Mount Vesuvius burnt his legs and while he languished in pain for a few seconds as it ate him up. And then, he became a part of statistics – of the thirty three thousand people who died in Pompeii when Mount Vesuvius turned into volcano.

She was getting ready for the marriage with the son of a court minister. The marriage arrangements were grand and is said to have been arranged by the king himself. Her fiancé himself is a warrior and since this is not time of war, she is confident that she will atleast enjoy her married life. As the marriage date was nearing, there were talks of plunder and pillage and rapes by cruel men in the North west areas. The armies of men from some desert region, said to be very cruel, killing the men and forcing themselves on the women. And, the day before their marriage, there was sudden cry from the castle and battle ranks assembled themselves before the town’s fortress wall. The war started and in a few hours, she heard about the death of her fiancé and her own brother. While she was crying outside her home along with female members of her family, men came in black horses and ushered them all to assemble in the centre of a nearby ground. As she walked in the crowd, she saw mounds of heads on one side and on the other side, men of her kingdom being taken in line to be beheaded by the invading men. Soon, she heard wails of cry and many of her friends were being forcefully taken into nearby houses by the invading enemies. Suddenly, one of the men grabbed her and took her by force. Whatever happened then was a terrible trauma for her, as she was thrown down into the corner of room. She realized that she was bleeding and slowly nausea overtook her consciousness. She did not wake up. And then, she became a part of statistics – of the 80 million people killed in Indian subcontinent by the invading Islamic conquerors.

The woman was being taken in a march to the stake. The fodder was heaped and it was constructed such that she can be seated in it and burnt. She was surrounded by men and women and all of them were cursing her for the plague that killed one of their son or daughter or parent or spouse. She wanted to say that she had nothing to do with this and it was the clergyman who declared her as witch to satisfy his revenge. That clergyman was eyeing her ever since she stepped out first on the streets. And when he tried to touch her, she had warned him not to. The day before this day, he entered her home and tried to force him on her, but she kicked him out and burnt his face. And here, this day, he had declared her a witch and she is being walked to the stake to be burnt alive. She is a witch who was responsible for the suffering of common people, either be disease or fire or war. And to come out of the disaster, she has to be sacrificed. And as she was seated in the stake, the people surrounded and burnt it. The fire was touching her skin and she could feel the heat. The surrounding crowd looked jubilant and there appeared some relief in the faces of the common men and women, as they believed burning her will solve the entire problem. The clergymen who accused her as witch was seen laughing at her as the fire slowly engulfed her. She felt it burn her skin; she let out cries of pain as the fire started covering her. She was twitching, she was turning, she was trying to run away, she wanted the pain to end, she was short of breath, she cried, she shouted. And then, blackness started to surround. She felt a lightness in her heart and she went to sleep forever. And then, she became a part of statistics - adding one to the 1,20,000  women killed during the witch trials that took place in Europe and America for six centuries.

The hunter was panting. He just now missed the bullet that grazed his head. He saw his own dwelling, which was thousands of steps away from where he stood, shining in the moonlight. He has to somehow stop the invading British army. The Britishers had gun with them and they shot people like how they used to hunt animals. He turned back and raised his spear. Aiming at the horse few steps away from him, he launched the spear. But, as he saw the spear raising from his hand, a bullet hit his chest. For a moment, he thought that he was unable to throttle his spear and it had pushed him back. But a shot of pain ran through his heart and he fell down clutching it. The bullet has ripped his heart and it has stopped beating now. He gasped for breath and slowly closed his eyes. And then, he became a part of statistics - adding one to the millions of Native Americans killed during the massacre of Indians that took place for 3 centuries in the North America.

The old man was struggling to do his daily chores. He had been working as a robe maker for the past forty years and was tired of his back-breaking work which nearly broke his back. For the past few days, it was raining heavily and the nearby river seems to be entering the village. Just as he settled for his food, he heard a knock outside his door and people seemed to be running here and there. He got up and went outside. His neighbors were running towards one end of the road and when he turned to see the other end, the river water was flowing towards him. The flood level was rising every second. For a lapse of moment, he thought of running in the opposite direction, but he went back to his food. Just as he let the hot food enter his throat, the flood water pushed his home along with him and the food in his throat. He slowly swallowed it and opened his mouth to breath. Water gushed into his nose and mouth and he struggled for his breath. He was unable to hold anything and he slowly closed his eyes, letting the weakness takeover his body. And then, he became a part of statistics, one of 7 million men who died in 1332-33 China floods.

She was sleeping in her bed. Her body was aching and she could not even breathe properly. There were rashes over her body and she was struggling to even keep herself awake. Her husband and son told that she is affected with a black disease and it must be the work of devil. They did not give any food, nor did anyone touch her. She longed for a hug from her daughter, but she hesitated to venture near her due to fear of the devil pouncing on her. She slowly lost her consciousness. And then, she became a part of statistics, one of millions of people who died due to plague in the North Africa and Europe put together, from 14th century to 18th century.

I would have written in a single line that so many hundreds and thousands of men and women died in wars, plagues, cholera, small pox, chicken pox, AIDS, volcano explosions, earthquakes, floods, invasions, persecutions, stampedes, accidents, etc etc etc. There are a million ways to die and there are billion people who will die. The crux of this article is to remind its reader that everyone will become a part of the Death statistics. And the above mentioned stories are a stark reminder of how each one of the number in the statistic had a life, wanted to live it and yet became one of the statistics. Each life has a long story which will take the lifetime to tell, yet I shortened it to a paragraph, so that you don’t end up wasting your whole lifetime to read this messy article.

One can never know how her/his death might be. Even if it is a pre-planned suicide or an execution, events can even convert them into otherwise. Yet, we live and we think as though we are going to be here forever, by this birth and by the afterlife. The proponents of the afterlife theories are so easy about death because they live in a fantasy that they can still continue to witness the worldly events even after death, in the form of soul. Thinking of an afterlife, do we forget to contemplate that how are we going to live this life?

Each and every day, someone who was formed from a zygote similar to you and me, is becoming a part of the death statistics in one or another part of the world. Someone who inhaled and exhaled, like you and me, is unable to inhale and exhale right now. Someone who eats food, like you and me, is unable to open their eyes now. Someone who wants to play with his kids or with her parents, like you and me, is unable to move. Someone who wants to live yet another day, like you and me, is unable to live today, because they all have became a part of the statistics – the death statistics.

When I was in school, the concept of death seemed too alien to me. All I knew about death was my relatives would cry and the dead person will remain sleeping. The death statistics on the news channels did not appall me. But after I realized the power of death and after I came on terms with myself that there can be no after life, any death statistic makes me cry inside.

“3 people died in a road accident, somewhere, as a lorry and a car clashed“- And then we change the news channel to some other music channel and we forget the three people. That is it. That is the value of a life. A life that you want to cherish and live for every second; a life that you want to extend for many years, though you repent just outside to die soon; a life that you can never get it back – the three lives had been ripped away from the bodies lying there in the car and you just think of it for a second and want to overcome it.

How humane we become, when we do not care for a human being dying in some other part of world and talk about it when it occurs near our home? And we cry only when it occurs in our home.

How humane we become, when we argue with statistics over an accident, an earthquake, a war, a riot, a stampede, a flood and an epidemic?

Have you ever realized that the death statistics is not just numbers, but each and every life, which has epics to tell, which had possibility of living longer, which is snatched away from the life because of the ideas of some other person?

Have you ever realized that you are going to be a part of the same death statistics, one day or other? Have you ever realized that future humans will be taking you as part of statistics and represent you in a chart diagram in a presentation for deaths caused by a disease?How do you feel about ending up as a pixel in that chart?

Have you ever thought that there were so many men and women, boys and girls, before you were born, who had enjoyed their life, who were angry, who had sorrow, who ran, who leapt, who crawled, who rolled, who fell, who arose and who died – becoming a part of statistics?

Have you ever thought how much they loved their life and wanted to live forever – yet fell to an invading army, to a spreading epidemic, to a religious riot, to a small brawl in a street, to old age?

Have you ever thought how your future son and daughter will tell your whole life as a two line story to his kid?

All your whole life, your whole struggle for education, your endless nights of studying, your endless days of working, your endless pursuit of earning money – all these ends up as a small 4 cm x 5cm Obituary in the nineteenth page of a paper! Have you ever thought about it?

There are times when I used to argue about the seriousness of a riot by the number of people dead in it. There were times when I said that the people who were killed started the violence and hence their death is justified. Though it is a valid ground for an argument that 'the perpetrator of violence and people who protect those perpetrators have to face the brunt'

 , yet these are human lives and lives that had desires, ideas and emotions. But in those same days, I would think of the each person in that statistic, how he/she had the desires the same as me? How she/he had the emotions the same as me? Yet they ended up as one of the statistics, which I use to prove that this riot is better than that riot. These are the times when I think of myself and my place in the universe and feel so small and so outlandish. So many billions and billions of human beings thought that it is their world and they ended up as one of the statistics.

 Yearly 2 million people die due to Diabetes is one of a statistic. Have you ever imagined what will happen if you get diabetes? You might have the essential money to counter it, but imagine about the two million people who die, a majority part of it being poor men who could not afford the medicine to fight the diabetes. Aren’t their lives a part lower than you? Maybe, you are pushing away the time until you become a part of the statistics, yet, what created a void that sucked them so faster than you? Do you get relief for not being a part of statistics right now, but you are anyways going to be a part of death statistics, not this year or next, but in a hundred years from now, you are obviously going to be a part of that statistic.

It can be any day, you might hear that I have died and I will be motionless lying on the floor of my home, having successfully turned myself into a pixel into some death statistics chart of the near future. I can never ascertain what kind of a chart presentation it might be. Rather, I might not be a part of statistics at all. Think about the people who did not even make into the statistics, who did not even get someone to think about them.

Whenever I see such statistics, I think of myself as one of that number and go through a fantasizing session putting myself as mentioned in the above paragraph and extrapolate how the person who had ended up as number in the statistics would feel if he was alive now and had chance to witness his death too. What will happen to my goals and ambition? What will happen to my ideas that I wanted to implement in the world? Can’t I just live one more day, one more month, one more year, one more century, one more millennia, one more billion year, one more trillion year? Can’t I just experience everything and nothing? Why should a sperm and ovum fuse? Why should a zygote form and why should it end up as me? Why should I develop a nervous system and why should I develop ability to think? Why should I think about death and about death statistics? Why should I write this and why should you read this? The answer is simple – there is no purpose. (For a more deeper analysis on how there is no purpose, you can refer my other note “The Density of Destiny”) We never had a purpose. We were not born to be a part of death statistics. We are not born to die. We take birth by an accident and we die by an accident too. Even the so called natural death, falls under an accident – an accidental miss of proper diagnosis, an accidental swap of medication or an accidental will to die. I did not bring the other kind of statistics that encompass the living mortals here, as everyone living still have the chance to not to be a part of the death statistic. Do I need to include the billions of other organisms that gets killed every second? That every cell functioning in this world meets its end, they very moment, that I type this sentence. It will take an aeons to desribe the life of each and every living thing and how they had vanished without a trace. But, I had restricted this to just human beings and to only a particular event of their lifetime.

The next time, you see the TV, hear the radio, read the newspaper, read in Wikipedia or retweet a fact about so many number of people died, neither you need to pray for them, nor you need to try to go to another channel, but just think, how they became a part of statistics and how you might also end up as one of the statistics – the Death statistics.