Verse fame and beauty are intense indeed, but death intenser- death is life's meed

How many of us have clapped when Ajay Devgan beats up a mafia don or when Amitabh Bachhan smashed a goonda's head in 80s......How many of us cried when cop played by Akshay Kumar dies in khakee ....Most of us have dreamt to be serving in one or the other uniformed services of the country and saluting the national flag. Most of us fancy those ambassador cars / gypsies with blue/red lights and pistols in the holsters. Some of us do get to be famous ........Some of us do get to live these fantasies.

Our job entails coming face to face with dead bodies often. Dead bodies in accidents, murders, suicides..... So often that probably death ceases to scare us . This usually happens because we separate the prospect of death from dead bodies. Our job also entails dangers of injuries and death and that too with a slightly higher probability than others in other normal jobs. But I guess we all take it as an occupational hazard and carry on.

That also is the reason why we in police identify more with death while performing duties, like those of army men, para military forces and the police men. A similar death of a young PPS officer during the discharge of his duty filled me with a lot of anguish which I am trying to decipher here. Similar was the pain and anguish when a young IPS officer lost his life in morena. Both were young officers who had come from humble backgrounds and made their parents immensely proud. They died and with them died the dreams of their families .These deaths are glorious and honourable. Most of us are not really scared of the prospects of our own deaths, what filled me with anguish is watching the families. Comprehending any loss is difficult but comprehending such deaths become even more difficult......the reason is too incredible.....not illness, not rashness and negligence , not old age ......it's the discharge of duty.....

I have faced death of someone close staring in my eyes and that's why I know the prospect of being dead might not affect me, the prospect of death of a loved one does.