“A dead man walking out from his funeral procession” this sensational news was getting wide media coverage.
The dead man stood in a queue, took a bus to Dadar and waited outside the lift of Sai Pride Apartments. It was funny to see people scared and running away from him. He was on TV, Radio and virtually everywhere, riding on people’s mind and topic of discussion in all talks.
He took lift, reached 8th floor, opened lock and rested on Bed. He can see 27 years of his age passing by just like a typical Karan Johor film. It had everything happiness, sorrow, obstacles and a happy ending.
“Stand in a Queue” instructed Mr. Bose and kids as always obliged by forming a straight line. Mr. Bose was very enigmatic and energetic athletics teacher, he taught students a way to healthy life. He was in class 5th; empty stomach wasn’t helping him in physical exercises either. It’s not that he didn’t bring breakfast or lunch, he did but other children bullied him and always ate his homemade food.
Mr. Bose told them passionately “If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? Find your passion, whatever it may be. Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen FOR you, TO you and BECAUSE of you.”
A big frame duffer looking guy was constantly kicking him on his back; he could instantly connect with his athletics teacher’s saying and found a passion. He was a lean frame guy, he knew he won’t be able to kick big frame guy ever; but standing in a queue can be avoided. He has his own passion now “AVOID QUEUE”. Now, he hated standing in a line, forming a queue. This hatred also came from his being last one of triplets to touch the earth; at that time it was suffocating, he wanted to come out first but other two bullied him in.
Some of his friends told him “Master Ji never stands in a queue so once you get older, you can do things your way; no queue”
It brought him immense pleasure; he was closure to his passion and hopeful of getting rid of long serpentine queuing exercise.
He was getting older and life taught him, older he gets, more lines he has to fall in. Only difference was the motives behind the queue; previously it was to get in the school, now is to get in the bus to go to work. Wherever he goes, he could saw people forming a queue. He took a pledge; tomorrow no queue whatsoever.
Now the day of decision; he left from home, took staircase to avoid the lift queue and smile score was one. Now, he has to avoid the queue at bus stop; he tried taking auto or cab but road was full of vehicles queued up. He couldn’t walk to work as it was nearly 10 kms away; but he wasn’t the one, who goes down without putting up a fight. He removed all his cloths, removed a gutter cap and entered into it. He walked towards office but it was dark and smelly and after a while some strange smells forced him to come out of another open gutter; he was unconscious in no time and he died instantly besides the road.
A Gentleman standing in a nearby hair cut queue took him to hospital; he was declared dead on arrival. For getting their medical dues cleared, pretty nurse called up his family and gave them the bad news.
He could clearly remember being with Yamdoots and standing in a queue for people, who died unnaturally, outside the Heaven door. The air was so polluted, it smelled horrible. Road was full of potholes; which humans refer as black hole (Ozone layer depletion). I called God; he told me there is waiting period of 365 days for heaven so they have a special offer, whoever wants to go back shall be allowed. There was one condition; your corpse has to be there on earth in one piece. I still remembered; I hated queue. I relented out of the queue; came down after forming a small queue. Fortunately there was long queue at Funeral House so I could find my corpse intact with my near and dear ones worried. My friendly Yamdoot taught me to be alive again and I walked out of my funeral procession.
If I have to join a queue even in heaven then why not to enjoy the life at earth and go to heaven without waiting period.
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