A Daunting Cemetery I Visited Lately

Yesterday night I was haunted by this daunting cemetery that has makeshift graves and portable epitaphs. The deceased are beatified and left to be feasted upon by microbes in the damp dark subsoil.The portable epitaphs do toss at times in pain, when the decomposing flesh groans  or when insects feast on it.

Who cares? Do we even truly care for our living or nearly dying mates?

After all, it's a space saving and Eco-friendly solution. The corpses are left for two years. When the flesh gets nibbled and the bones are yet to be gnawed, the smiling skeletons are dug out of the grave and dismantled to make space for the new ones.The wealthy dead who have died several times in their lifetime to save enough money to rent a  niche for Rs.5000/- per month, gets one on the walls of the graveyard.

Those who lived like a grasshopper and not like a diligent ant, the ones who cannot afford Rs.5000/- each month till eternity, their bones are dismantled as well. These common bones are tossed into a well. Considering the economic condition of India, there must be many such bones jostling for identity inside the dark cavern of the well. I wonder, if they are able to assemble their bones when they wish to rise up to dance to " Zombie Jamboree" in the middle of the night?

RIP is a misnomer in that case. But indeed it's a sustainable process of managing dead. Or we need Mars for the corpses.