Death ... out of my reach

Maut, tu ek kavita hai - Death, you are a poem, exclaimed Dr. Bhaskar while reading a few excerpts from his award winning piece of literature. It's been thirty six years since then. This work was penned in memory of Anand, Bhaskar's dear friend who died of a certain illness at a vibrant period of his youth. All this, well conceptualized by the reknowned Bollywood Director Hrishikesh Mukherjee in one of my all time favourite Hindi movie Anand.
This movie still can fetch packed audiences if put up in theatres even today (I hope so, considering the many of my father's age who'd make a sizeable audience). I was however just hooked to these unforgettable words. I would say Scientists, many a times, sound less boring than Poets as they come up with short and simple definitions than those nerve-wrecking verses. Poems are written on subjects which cannot be given a standard definition. Hence these so called poets colour it with their own words, their own imagination. People like me keep reading them without questioning a single word. And therefore I'd say these words uttered by Bhaskar is apt by all means. When you love someone and there comes a time you've lost him or her, there's this melancholy lingering in you but on a long term there is only this inquisition pinching you within "what's death, where's (s)he now?, if not body what's the form like..". On the other hand it's a profitable business for some Rudaalis, a group of women who're hired to cry, before a person's final rites take place(now I suppose they rarely make it into this profession except for some old helpless ladies from parts of Northwest India), and those coffin makers who are universally present.
Then there is something like transmigration wherein it is believed that a dead person's soul interacts with dear ones through some one else's body. There are researchers who spend half of time reading and writing on Life and Death. Instant fame this topic gives, you see (me winks!) There are artists who give up their art on losing a sweetheart, another breed sharpen their artistic skills to portray the pain, the unending love for the departed soul. Such contradictory effects on living beings! It doesnt end here .... procrastination has now gripped me. I have some office chores pending before I leave home. But here's a candid one about Death - it's simply out of my reaches - for coming up with a convincing talk about.