A 'Make Believe' game.

I went to a funeral today and saw the deceased right before it was wrapped in Kafan.

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Upon bed, the body that approximately weighed seventy kgs and stretched to a hundred and seventy eight centimeters, end to end was spread like a lump of flesh on a butcher's pedestal.

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This lump of flesh didn't end up inside stomachs but in neurons. One spark and it registered itself. Will Stay as long as the sparks of its existence run across inside someone else's brain.

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When you are gone, the spark dims slowly to vanish into the oblivion. You cease to exist after that.

You are nothing but a chemical and a few electric sparks in someone else's head. You are no one to anyone.

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So that was life and that's how you vanish, like it wasn't a big deal. I always say "Life is nothing but a big circus, and we all are jokers struggling to perform our best."

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But now tell me, do you think you are giving your best ? Half of the life we waste applying makeups on our face and body to make ourselves acceptable to the stage where all our fellow jokers meet. We know no one, yet we collectively believe that we do. This is a futile effort where end is nigh. Where the performance is just a 'make believe' game.

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It doesn't matter how your performance was, you will always end up being like a junior artist in films. Always unimportant and always replaceable. Your efforts and your silent performance, no one cares about.

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All my life I've struggled to keep myself away from this grand show called 'Life'. I prefer living offstage or backstage you can say. I am a spectator of 'Life'.

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And that's how I've become a storyteller.

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Now, Tell me what's your story?

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