Life is Beautiful

I am convinced that when Roberto Benigni and Vincenzo Cerami must have written Life is Beautiful, it must have been a surreal experience for both of them! I think to appreciate the beauty of life, once has to see death from close quarters. The degree of beauty you see is dependent on how close you get to death! I just finished reading “Life of Pi” a couple of days ago. And Yann Martel sums it all up for us:

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity, it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud……….

I haven’t seen an example of a more crisp treatise on life and death. But when we look around ourselves (or within ourselves, for that matter), it’s the fear of death that drives most of us. When we’re born, death is the only guarantee Gods pack with us, but still, we shy away. We cringe, run, hide………….do anything but embrace death as the only guarantee we have in life! Paradox, isn’t it? Death always comes as a blow, no matter how it comes to us, silent-footed sudden attack or slow paced expected one!

The black faced demon always scares us! We grieve, we cry…………largely for ourselves. The ones who have to go, go anyway! And probably transcend to the other world where miseries don’t hound them the way they hound us! We consider life a privilege granted to us! We love it! We cling to it! We refuse to let it go! But God has the last word, death being only his agent to remind us that life itself is a gift from Him……….

Will end the post with a poem…..

Threads of Life

As the wind blows in violent gusts
We cling on, holding on to hope
The valley stares at us, unblinking
But we cling on, slipping on the slope

The threads of life, seem firm
And look like they’ll never break
But death hits a merciless blow
Disrupts the dream, shakes us awake

We cling to the fragile threads
With the hope of living forever
As death cuts thread by thread
A cool, matter-of-factly endeavour

The only thing life promises us
Is death at the end of it all
But still we wince out aloud
When comes that final fall

The black pall of death shadows
The brightness of life’s star
A surety of life still rattles us
A definite truth, but still seems bizarre

(Thanks Ananth, for editing the post)



  1. June 28, 2008 at 8:50 am

    Richard Dawkins (and people who believe in evolution) would say that it’s all about cleaning up. Old people must go to give place to more improved, fitter gene pool. Death is nature’s way to give rise to a better life. We all are prototypes of our descendants. 🙂

    Arthur Schopenhauer would say that life is a curse, a conspiracy of will to keep us feeding its unquenchable fire. Extinction — death, not just of the man, but of a complete species — is the most beautiful ideal for him.

    People have looked at the matter in varied way. Interesting!

    Meanwhile, life goes on…

  2. laasya said,

    June 29, 2008 at 1:25 pm

    Glad you finished it :> And yes, I also found that bit very evocative. Sujit, small point- Dawkins would never talk of ‘cleaning up’! Thats the language of Eugenics, a very modern product of human manipulation. Evolution is, if you like, has no foresight. And very often chance may play as huge a role in determining the composition of future generations as true fitness.

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