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Cremation Grounds or Burial Grounds and what not

 

Cremation Grounds or Burial Grounds and what not.

Dinesh K Kapila

Logically no one would be keen to go to a cremation ground or a burial ground for that matter.   Stories of ghosts or bhoots abound and it’s a world of its own. We avoid it as it also reminds us about loss and grief and the inevitable which awaits all of us. The supreme reality as most spiritual gurus put it. As we grow older, as I have, you see an entire gamut of emotions there, from palpable grief and immense sadness to even humour there. 

But as I notice the way we behave there at times is also somewhat bizarre or at least in an absolute contrast to the sombre atmosphere. At the parking lot – Chandigarh has a well planned area for those who have passed on -  well if the hearse or funeral van is late in bringing the body and family, the friends and relatives gather in small groups. As I can make out, the close friends and relations are normally at the house and accompanying the funeral van. Then start the jokes and guffaws amongst a few who are waiting as for many its an opportunity to get together after quite some time. Then as the funeral van enters, they turn suitably serious, the funeral over, some are seen continuing where they were interrupted. Some don’t even wait for the main party of mourners to leave.

That is us, the reality is that only the spouse or children and then the siblings may really feel the enormity of the loss, to some extent the close  friends and a few relations too will be impacted emotionally. Many others come out of a sense of duty or sympathy or at times even to mark their presence, but the emotional impact is not there. If you watch the staff at the grounds, they are totally impervious to the party of mourners as they go about their tasks. I saw once a young man mourn for his father, tears streaming down his face as he went about the rituals while ground staff attended to their tasks. It’s all the matter of the connect.

But as observed, it’s a place for the full range of emotions. My own feeling is that the grief will be there and we as human beings, if personally impacted will certainly go through the full range of emotions and the grieving process. But some are reacting maybe out of a deep emotion even if not connected. Then there are those who must turn philosophical. One relative at a funeral, still on the younger side, was evidently very much moved at a funeral. He quietly walked up to me and said “get me a better funeral than this” as I listened flabbergasted before recovering my poise and telling him we would discuss it later ! A young lady I know, rather young, walked up to me, face sombre and philosophical (try and think a philosophical cum serious look) and then said, “this is where it all ends ! Ah, why are we are so engaged all the time, this is all there is to life”. I had to tell her equally quietly, you hardly know the person whose funeral we are attending, go back to work directly when you return and get over it. And then the philosopher types, “God, this is the reality, we shall be the bag tied to a tree (the remains collected post the cremation) and we must all realise this and shape our lives accordingly”. And so on they go. One worthy was at it once. Many around him were uncomfortable, shifting uneasily. It was rich as I personally knew he was a shirker at work and played the system as such in life to stay comfortable very well. But the guy was going all out to burnish his philosophical credentials. Finally, a firm word in Hindi from me – ab bus bhi karo – now just let it be, got me a rather angry look but the spouting of philosophy stopped !           

Then the connection with wealth even at death. A well to do businessman had passed away and his circle of friend were all there. The samgari (material to facilitate the rituals and cremation) was enormous, by my estimate it was maybe even ten times more. Someone I knew asked me about so much quantity and all I could say was how else would the difference be there from the others ! And more interesting, some among the friends were murmuring about the tough days ahead for his family. Even after not knowing who were some of us standing around near them and maybe it would be better to just keep quiet. That is the world and how it is, has been and will always be, a mix.     

Last week I had to attend a funeral. I reached a little late. The funeral procession was already moving and I told my driver to quicky stop and I hurried to join the procession. I joined up somewhere  in the middle of the gathering as it slowly moved towards the cremation ground. Slowly we moved on and that is when I caught my breath and started quickly glancing around. I did not know anyone but then my mind told me it could be relations I did not know. Then we started reaching an incline where I saw a young man walking ahead of the pall bearers with a thali and a lamp. I was attending the funeral of a Sikh family but then there are a lot of inter marriages so I walked on. Rituals can be mixed t times. Then I stopped at a pillar and tried to make out if I was indeed at the funeral I ought to be. Suddenly someone tapped me gently on my shoulder and said, “Bhaisaheb, are you thinking what I am thinking” and he said it with an understanding smile. Well, I did concede also with a smile that I was trying to make out if I was a part of the funeral I should be a part off but knowing only the son I was feeling confused. Well, confessed the stranger, the same applies to us too ! Kindly look again. It’s then that I realised the funeral I was to attend, well the main mourners were delayed and this was another funeral altogether. I shared my discovery and not only the two of us, but quite a few more, who were watching us, also withdrew as unobtrusively as we could.

Then the way we say it in India, the announcement of a death, is also very urbane and couched in very formal language. I am mostly foxed and have to leave it to me wife to decipher the words and educate me ! Once a few years ago, a neighbour passed away. The attendant they had came over and said very emotionally in Hindi, “Madam Ji Poore ho gaye” (roughly respected madam is now complete) and I thought the lady had just organised a major religious ceremony and achieved a higher state of mind. I was just speaking it out when my wife jumped in aghast and firmly told me in very clear and categorical terms that she is no more! But why could he not say that directly, It could have enabled me to avoid the embarrassment I felt !  Then there is the fear of death. I was on a flight. Three of us friends were travelling together. The flight was really impacted by turbulence all the way through.  As we landed at Delhi, there was a sense of relief. Then the plane just taxied and taxied, after around fifteen minutes of it, I sort of remarked, so much time just to taxi to the aerobridge. My friend was obviously still recovering from the turbulence, he said responded so loudly that nearly everyone in the plane heard it, “look we are down on the ground, as far as I am concerned, he can keep taxing for an hour, we are on the ground and that is it'. Some fellow passengers smiled broadly and nodded in agreement too !

To come back to the cremation ground, there is a slab at the entry to the main cremation ground. The body is placed upon it for certain rituals before the funeral procession moves on. Once at a funeral, I was waiting for the main group of mourners to arrive. One man, quite distinguished, spectacles and all, was sitting on the slab and resting. He was very much at ease and was looking very comfortable. I could make out he was waiting for a members of another  funeral to return and had obviously come back earlier. Slowly the members started returning while this rather well dressed gentleman kept sitting comfortably on the slab. Suddenly, a mourner, dressed in a pathan suit, looked at him and shouted  as he walked past in chaste Punajbi “ Kapoor Ji, aye dead body di slab haigi, tusi hor pension khani hai ya upar jaan da intzaam kar rahe ho, soch lo” – roughly, Kapoor Ji, this is the slab where we place the dead bodies, do you want to enjoy your pension for more years or are you making arrangements to move to the next world, think it over quicky. Kapoor Ji jumped swiftly, very very swiftly from the slab and literally scooted out of sight as though his tail was on fire !

As I said, spooky or not, it’s a full range of emotions on display there, always !

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