There is only one true finish line in this world, and there is only one which deserves to called by that name – it is death. It is called by different names around the world, but the function remains the same in every case. The rest of the finish lines are all created or imagined ones, and their existence can be questioned by people. But it is not the case of death, because it is the line which marks the finish for many people, and still stays there to do the same for more, with no need for re-marking or any kind of adjustments.
You need to have no video cameras or documents to certify the same, as people know this line, and it has been part of their belief system. It is the oldest finish line in the world, and deserves a museum dedicated in the honour in every continent. There is the immortality factor which we can relate to, as our mortality is directly related to immortality of death as there is the belief about something everlasting on the other side of this line.
You travel through all kinds of troubles to reach that finish line.
As it is said in the Holy Bible, “I have finished my course, I have kept the faith” – death is that finish line which everyone needs to reach. The best thing about it is that everyone knows that you have finished. When you have finished life, it is really an achievement. People pay tribute to this achievement with the funeral function. Your body gets the reward in the name of a coffin or the fire which you have left behind for the people.
Death also provides the trophies for everyone after the run has finished, and there is also some unofficial information that there is tea and cookies too. Some might be roasted in hell and a few others in puragator, but that comes as part of the side-effects. The trophies can’t all be good, right? There has to be the rewards for the bad performances too. The crowd consisting of the angels and the demons are going to be excited about the available reward options.
Nothing stops us from reaching that finish line – no force on green Earth.
The results are to be announced with equality, and there are absolutely no reservations there. There will be the fair judgment for announcing the results. The absence of the separation based on wealth, religion, status, community, caste, race and language is rather so interesting that more people will be willing to cross that line soon. At some parts of the world, there are longer queues than those very long queues which we see in front of the beverages stores.
There will be no cheating to the finish line, because death knows whose time is up and when. Even those who try to send someone there or go there early should know that the final decision is taken by death himself, who serves as the umpire and the referee in this case. His multiple roles include that of the third as well as the fourth umpire as there are replays in the case of some finish line touches. After all, death has to be fair to all, and it is a tough task.
You don’t need to know where to stop because the line decides for you here. It is like a boundary which separates two nations, of this world and the other. There are no judgments on the other side, as whatever those terrible judges in the form of relatives say stop right on the line. There is no more stopping you from chasing your dreams, because after that line, you are free. This finish line is the end which is the beginning to the other, even though no man ever exactly knew what awaited on the other side from experience.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
***The images used in this blog post were taken by me on my Sony Cybershot Camera.