Yeh jeevan hai ... yahi hai EC ka rang-roop

Happened to watch a video on Facebook at Tho Dak Dak time. Maybe others like me have seen it too. I'm not interested in the facts of the video, but the way it's talked about is important. From time to time God has been warning mankind. But it proves to be the same as Smashanvairagya. Today's epidemic is also such a divine warning. It is a realization of the ephemerality of life. Even though death is in the eye of the beholder, it does not seem that man has ever learned a lesson from it. The same delusion, the same headbutt, the same lie, the same hypocrisy, the same ego. The amount may have increased a little, but it doesn't seem to have decreased.

The video is referenced by world-renowned fashion designer, blogger and author Kirjida Rodriguez. The woman, who died of cancer, says the findings of her pre-death experiences dripped into one of her notes. Perhaps he is deeply concerned that the perceived true understanding of his own life may reach other people. They die for life, transform themselves.

Kirjida says she has several expensive cars in her own garage, one by one. But today nothing works in the final stages of cancer. The car is at the car park. And he himself sits in a wheelchair and walks around the room.

She also says how much she lived in grand accommodation. What a variety of expensive furniture he had there but today it has all proved meaningless. She is currently living in a small room in her own part of the hospital. Furnishings, expensive things, shoes, slippers, perfumes, designed clothes, expensive sheets, nothing can make it work. Here, in a small room of the hospital, she is taking her last breaths by covering her body with a small sheet.

The fashion designer also writes in his note that he has amassed huge sums of money in many banks. I don't even know what that figure will be! What a pity that so much money is of no use today.

The blogger also says that her home was not just a house but a luxurious palace. Which had all the splendor. There was a gym, there was a sitting-discussion room, there was a bathhouse, there were separate rooms for friends, there were different decorated rooms for yourself to live according to the mood. Even now, his home is a hospital. She is sleeping in the same double bed.

Talking about her luxury, she also notes that she used to travel to five-star hotels in the country and abroad. She was busy with her work. But cancer - in the face of death, she began to accept that hey, this is a commotion but a different kind. There is now a rigging in the hospital to get different tests done from one lab to another. Only in laboratories is the work of kicking.

He also takes note of his one-time reputation - snobbery. It is said that those were the days - when hundreds of young men and women, middle-aged and old, lined up to get his signature, standing in line. Today the situation is very different. The doctor's prescription has become his signature!

Explaining the tragic situation, he also notes that at one time not one or two, but seven beauticians lived in his house to groom his hair. But look at the curvature of the ritual that there is not a single hair on the head in the treatment of cancer today! This is also the day.

Kirjida further acknowledges the reality of changed destiny - there was a time when she could easily reach the country she wanted in her own jet plane. Breakfast and lunch were served in different countries. But God has brought such a situation today that if he wanted to leave his room in the hospital and go to the veranda, he had to seek the help of two nurses! This is a time too!

He also says that dishes from all over the world for food and snacks were present around him at one time. The situation in the hospital today is such that there is nothing to eat except pills and a few drinks.

Finally, taking note, Kirjida concludes that home, furnishings, billions of rupees, prestige, cars or jets, fame - nothing but work - have come to work today. The real face of life is coming before him. After all, there is no such thing as happiness or comfort. All is ashes and ashes. Yes, there are faces that come to mind in a few loving men if there is anything that can comfort them in these difficult moments of cancer. The touch that was felt in the interaction with him is his thrill.

Kirjida is giving this note - writing and telling us all: take refuge in God before the death bell rings, love people, love ...