It’s surprising how culture, traditions, festivities, languages and another innumerable aspects of life, change within a stretch of hundred kms in our country. Very recently I saw a group of people high and happy on alcohol, dancing to the tunes of portable drums (more like the dhols), bursting crackers all along the roads. Unaware of what was happening; impulsively I asked my friend and then came his reply, “They are celebrating death”.
The way the dead are carried to their burial grounds in the southern hemisphere of our country is fairly intriguing and has a set of interesting connotations linked to it. Though it is practiced only by the lower strata of the financial divide, it is a common site. Logical interpretation of as to why is it done so, are quite thought provoking.
• The close ones celebrate while carrying the dead, to let the soul liberate on a happy note. The ambience of happiness, joy and euphoria would enable the soul seeking for the same, achieve it sooner.
• As only the financially weak partake in it, they do so to celebrate the end of another man’s struggle in life. They celebrate, to pay homage to the way the dead had fought with the absurdities and birth-based biasness of life, they celebrate because no more will the dead have to loose to the inequalities of destiny.
• Another school of thought revolves around the axiom of the Satanic influences being shooed away by the crackers and the Holy angels being pleased and drawn closer by the music. Celebrating for the soul to attain Moksha, celebrating for the soul to reach the safe and worshipped hands.
However and whatever be the reason for the act, it makes perfect sense to celebrate, in DEATH.