My grandma recently passed away…. and finally, we have the kind of stereotypes that you can meet at the funeral. My day was sad, I was depressed since I was very close to my grandmother as I spent my childhood days in her home. I saw the people, not caring about the death and just playing their usual roles.. starting from a woman, who pretended that she is going to cry, and then the other second she did not.. she stopped asked for directions, and that’s it… she is fine.. that’s more awkward as it gets … the real-life actors are distressing because they are trying to act sad and they are not so they leave holes in the plot. I saw people coming, and pretending, coming and pretending that they are actually sad, but no one cried because they don’t have a place in their hearts for humanity. I am talking about the closely related relatives, obviously, my mother cried, her sisters cried, but their cousins. None of them, no one was feeling sad, they were as fine as it could get.
I saw the kind of guy, who was not religious when I saw him young, and even today I know that he is not religious, but the whole day, the very day he was summoning people like a religious scholar. He sat with few guys, and never literally stood from the chair the whole day, just jibber-jabbering the religious complications. Anyways, this is the kind of the guy, you will always find at a funeral, I call him the, “wanna be religious guy”. I saw married perverts, I know a pervert when I look at him, they have no respect for women in their eyes. You just need to look at their eyes, and their secrets will be unlocked. Trying to stare at women, even at a sad funeral day.
Then you will meet those aunties, after the big sad morning, I finally sat on a bench, with a fan over my head and one of my aunt came and literally said to me, that you have found a good spot because there is a fan over your head. This is the last thing, that you can say to a person when he is trying to mourn the death of his grand mother. Because I don’t act, like you guys, I didn’t say the same line, that people say to each other on the funeral to my mother’s brother, my only uncle. The famous line is, ” It was meant to happen, you did what you could, so you don’t have to worry, it was meant to be.. so don’t worry, you took care of your mother, don’t worry”.
I was basically hating all these people, because that looked like they were performing this funeral act, making a sad face, imitating their lonely sad character, that was never even present in that situation. So don’t do it, don’t play it, just hug the guy who lost his mother, and that’s it. Because obviously, you don’t have any memories to recall about the person, so what you can do is, just to play it normally. Obviously, you are not sad, so be that as it may. Then I met the youngest cousin of my mother, and I had memories of him watching the Lord of the rings at his home with a small TV. So, I had a conversation with him, and I realised he might not be educated, but back in the day, I used to think that he was educated. Since he didn’t even know what is GPA. Huh!!! Anyways, when I told him this memory in my head, at first I thought he remembered. But then, I realised that he doesn’t remember. Since he said that he watched it in my grand mother’s house, I never saw him there, I saw him in his home watching the movie. I never even saw him once visiting my grand mother’s house. Anyways, he was trying to make conversation, so he tried his best…. then again, he was a lost man..
When I was in the graveyard, there were only two men who were crying, me and my uncle ..who lost his mother… no one… no one else even tried to shed a tear. I don’t want your to shed a tear, but no one even wanted to come near to the grave. This makes me sick, people were awkward, people were acting, and people were not sad at all, again not even the close relatives. That leads us to our last funeral guy, the guy who comes and he wants to talk about him and himself only. He wants an audience, so he starts talking about things like, he was given a seat in the election, he saw this 10 million deal happening in front of him… and then he goes blah blah … and i had enough of him and left the scene … with him talking to his foolish audience, who were listening to him like bunch of nobodies…. we can call this guy, ” A wolf in sheep clothing”, yeah because he looked like a sheep but when he started talking he was talking like a wolf…
Finally ended my day… and i have realised why i hate the funerals, not because its a sad day but because you meet a bunch of actors playing their respective roles…
