Post No. 6 - On the road to dead....

On 3rd May 2006, Pramod Mahajan, a local politican had died after a two week struggle in hospital. His own brother, Pravin had shot him. In more senses that one, it proved to me again, that death (and hence living to die) is a great leveller. It corrects the past, PM was accused of the death of Shivani Bhatnagar, a journalist, and all signs overwhelmingly pointed the guilty finger at PM...yet he got away (in 2002) using his political clout. It was also a fair retribution that one's own brother commits the necessary incision that starts and completes the process of death.
I was quite amused and harried by one point though. On the day of the cremation, which was to be at Dadar's Shivaji Park, the powers-that-be had blocked the whole crematorium and the roads that lead to it. This was done to 'ensure' a peaceful farewall to PM, and to 'ensure' the lives and security of other 'dignitatries'(what a crack jack fucking misnomer) who had flown down from all over the country to attend the funeral.
If I had been living in Dadar on that day, and had my loved one died, then I would have to travel all the way to Sion to have my love cremated. Is that fair? Can a crematorium which usually handles 30 bodies a day, be reserved for one larger-than-you-and-me soul.......I could not help wonder, is it fair to you and me, who cough up a 35% tax, to maintain these crematoriums, to not use it, because some politico died. Is PM's life more important than my mother's.....Not in my eyes.....should not be in your eyes......
Is my mother's death cheaper than PM's death.....Rewind, I am not sure that death is the leveller.....all deaths are equal, but some deaths are more 'equal' than others....

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