Throughout the movie, I kept wondering about how the young ones who did not know much about their parents’ job profiles, who wouldn’t understand international politics and what is Jihad; react to the death of their parents with such composure! Who taught them to be proud of their father’s death? Who taught them about patriotism? Did they even understand that their father had sacrificed his life for the nation’s cause? Would they never be angry about the father choosing the nation over them?
The movie reminded me of another incident I had shared with a child about death. A few years ago, while I was playing in the park with my niece; we found a dead dog. She instantly recognised it to be her friend’s pet and took me to her mother to tell her about it. The mother immediately came out as soon as she saw the dead pet and told me and my niece to be quiet. “You know, I have not yet introduced the concept of death to my daughter. So please, don’t tell her about this. I will think of what to do.” This reminded me of many of my friends who for a long time kept saying that their grandmother had been called by the God to live with Him, because God loved her too much. Many others used to say that when somebody died, it just meant that they go to a faraway land to live because they are angry with us.
His decision had nothing to do with patriotism, jingoism of Indian Army / SF operatives. It was a clear display of how he looked at life and death in the same way. He was not out there to kill people ruthlessly and validate it saying he had a license to kill.
Is this what we need to teach our children about death? Death is everywhere, around us. Still, it is nothing at all. Everyone would end their journey called life someday. Not all of us will get a ceremonial funeral like these martyrs. Our death may not even get a mention in the Obituary columns of some newspapers. Still we will be in the memory of all who loved us. But again, that does not mean it will stop the cycle of life for others too.
I would tell my daughter about life and death the way this poet talks about it: