Thoughts on Death

Ernst Y passed away on the 4th. Funernal on the next day, at Saudi Church. Saudi, or Saude, as some spell it, is a small fishing village close to Fort Kochi, very close to the sea. Real sea not back waters here.
a band called St. Jude's Bank played music, apt for mourning family. Bands are no more vogue, but this gentleman was a traditionalist, and always admired bands. What is the current situation at funeral processions in Saudi Area? Well, they play a casette or recorded prayer.
At the house of the dead gentleman, a pandal is erected. Plastic sheets on the top, with a slope, just in case it rains. Under the plastic sheet, there is whte sheets sewn together, like a temporary false ceiling, with borders of black, like an inverse skirting, that is found around floors. Several wreaths were placed, on the leg side of coffin, there were one after another, could not read who were the senders. Individuals using their firms names. Firms include political parties. So , there was one from a Bombay firm, one from a bank, another from Communist Party Marxist, yet another from Communist Party Marxist. That floral offering from Communist Party shows that some member in the house of the dead gentleman has Communit connection (Currently, Communists rule the state).

At the church, the priest who said mass, mentioned the name of Ernst, plus a wrong surname. Not very nice. After a while, some one sent in a slip, and then, the name was revised.
Way back, we returned via the Fort Kochi, Vypeen ferry. The roads are bad, one cannot drive, just roll in and out of pot holes, the shakes and jerks almost did every one in. The aches and pains are awful. Had no energy to go for the evening walk.