Death has this inexplicable quality about it. It's that one part of life that people say completes living and life itself, ironically. It's something we have to come to terms with and swallow down. Some of us even brace it to make the thought of leaving for good, easier. Some of us push it deep deep down and carry on with whatever we're busy with, hoping to battle this concept later. 


Death is a strange, funny thing. Funny in a weird, distorted way. Funny in a twisted way. A funny that one perhaps doesn't want to indulge in. Ever. Unless it slams itself right into your face i.e.


And as we grow and live life, we face it in one way or the other. Through sometimes impersonal and sometimes very deeply personal ways. From a distance and from such a close proximity where you find it hard to even breathe. At every age, at every stage, at every level. It's something that's all-pervasive, all-encompassing and all-consuming. It's ubiquitous, whether we like it or not, whether we accept it or not, whether we believe in it or not. 


Death, I think, is the one thing we do not have a choice about in life. And maybe that's what is so unnerving about it - because we can't control it, we can't push it away, we can't not deal with it. 


Which is why it literally feels like someone's punched all the life and air out of you when you hear of someone's death - known or unknown, close or far. And no amount of acceptance can ever change that one moment when the phone rings or when those words of someone's passing are spoken. That mute moment when all you want is to just breathe, suck the life back into yourself and understand what the hell just happened. 


RIP Raja Uncle.