Our Self-Written Obituaries – Vishwam Prakash, Noida
The 214th death.
[Text and photos sent by Vishwam Prakash]
Vishwam Prakash died yesterday when he choked on a gulab jamun. He looked fulfilled and at peace in death largely because of how good the gulab jamun was.
Mr Prakash was a lost man. He sought beauty and truth and meaning and more such words that have no measurable worth in the world. And he was obsessed with love. The dream of his life was to create a unified theory of life centered around love. Ironically he could never bring himself to believe that he wasn’t unlovable. He didn’t like to complain though and he hated confrontations. He didn’t do much because he was too lazy but also because he was skeptical of the way the world worked. He couldn’t stand being involved in anything that saddened his spirit.
Of course he wrote poetry. His poetry was his antithesis. Bold and sure-footed and utterly convinced of its need to exist. He didn’t take life too seriously and when things appeared too grim, he liked to look up and smile. He was supremely arrogant too and loved self-praise. His most cherished possession was his Kindle E-reader. He was amused by everything. We hope his death turned out to be as amusing as he had hoped.
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