The day i felt like attending a funeral.

I was getting back home in a bus after my work, as I was sitting by the window I see a funeral procession on the neighboring lane. I see this young girl sitting on the steps of the funeral wagon, the way she was sitting in that entire scheme caught my interest, I thought I should attend it. After a quick discussion with my saner part I decided to join the march, with an added intention of getting ideas for a film story, a picture or at least the mood which can put me in a creative trip.  

I joined the march, I started to track the procession by taking pictures. My other dimension started to protest my actions; it raised questions against my sensitivity, my humanity index. I continued, unaffected by the questions posed by my sensitive dimension.

We all reached the burial ground, to my amazement the burial ground was very much present within the living society, peaceful, Camouflaged like a park clad with an immodest silence. Speaking metaphysically, for me the cemetery looked like an enlightened hermit sitting there, and all the dead men go to him seeking peace and knowledge about their identity. I was now constantly prodded by my guilt nerve for not reciprocating with respect for the dear departed. 

When I took this picture, the  funeral conductor(foreground- left) was about to perform a ritual for the deceased, he instructed the girl to light few camphors for the idol and dictated a verse  for her to repeat after him. The funeral conductor's formidable intent was new to me, his instruction hits you like a dart.

As the ritual went by, a mourner with extreme contempt asked me to put away my phone. 

"A friend asked, was my intention of getting into a creative pursuit satisfied after the funeral?? 

I think, i taught myself to detach from emotions, it'll help me to bring out the reality mixed up with intense human emotions, thus aiming for a  greater good. "