Times of India Media Group chairperson Indu Jain died on Thursday. She was 84 years old. He wrote a letter years ago about the Art of Dying and said that the celebration should be done, not mourning his death. It tells their different thinking about death.
This letter has been issued after his death. In this, what he thought about life and death, he has been told in very beautiful words. We are presenting the conversion here for our readers.
Dear Atmavar,
The art of death should be an extension of the art of living. I was fortunate to have a chance to live a life full of pursukun and facilities, but the untold happiness that has been in my life has been my biggest reward.
Every aspect of my life shone with peace and the reality is that every feeling of accomplishment brought me endless peace. I have never yearned for anything. Only sadness has been lacking. Even if it is lack or luck or something else, what difference does it make.
Of course there have been many opportunities and reasons to feel dissatisfied like all mortal beings, but on every such occasion I asked myself ‘Is there a need to punish myself for being unhappy?’ The answer has always led to such negative thoughts. Is overcome rapidly. For this reason, I believe that farewell to life along with happiness will also be between sound and enthusiasm around happiness.
All these years I have always been restless for new experiences. To be honest, this life has become dull. One person got the right to go there, he went there and bought a T-shirt. Now, as an adventure traveler, I want to experience that last boundary. I still believe that an unknown place where I have never been before will not disappoint me. Everyone has talked about its secret that what will happen on the other side, there will definitely be something new on that side. I am eager to find out.
Having said all this, I would like to go back to the rest. Tell death, in a very nice and gentle way, wait a bit, I fix my pillow and enter the quilt for warmth. I am not worried about settling worldly matters. The physical bonds have already opened, as I am moving towards my last stop before the last floor. No, not Banaras, it will be a quiet hermitage away from worldly worries and noise.
My friends are preparing to leave. Those who are close to me, and really know me, know that there is no need for consolation-filled noise. They know that I will embrace death with the same unending celebration, with which I have embraced life. I also have my mentor in this conscious club, who has brought me up and loved me dearly. Sometimes I laugh thinking who will grieve for me. Poor thing. They will need to pat them on the back to feel comfortable, because they do not know that I enjoy going out from their midst.
If there is a final wish, it is – no one should be informed about my departure. No one needs to ask ‘Where is Indu?’ Because wherever there is laughter, they will find it right there. Do the last rites of the dead body of the body in the same way that the Ashram residents feel best. Wherever my mentor would be, he would definitely be flying with me. Then, I will fly away, for a long-awaited union with fire, soil, water, air and space…
Always in all of you…
LAW IS SUPREME 