Stephen William Hawking : Celebrating 27824 Days (Approximately) on Planet Earth
Stephen Hawking Died, Probably Went Away to Wish Albert on His Birthday.
I woke up today, forgetting the birthday of my favorite physicist of all time, Albert Einstein. As soon as I remembered, I was celebrating Albert’s birthday with full enthusiasm, writing things about him, talking about him, and suddenly, a friend tells me, HE died. It was as if a doom filled cloud was waiting to set itself up above my head and stay for a very long time.
The man who survived in the most incredible ways over decades, defying all of human logic and biological understanding, just died. He died at 76, when I thought that the man possessed the elixir of life, and nothing could kill him for at least a few upcoming decades. I remember watching movies made on him, reading about him, wondering how magical he must be, to pull off that sort of unbelievably amazing drama.
Diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) at the age of 21, described as ‘very ill’ and ‘undergoing tests’ at the hospital, the man was predicted to be dead decades ago. But he did not seem like a man who would bow to something as absurd as death, did he?
From his explicit contributions to the fields of cosmology, general relativity and quantum gravity, to his unimaginable resilience as a life form, he has been an inspiration for many. As I write about this great scientist today, who wanted to unify everything (which is quite apparent from his work), I cannot stop but shed tears with every sentence that finds its way from my hands onto the computer screen.
People keep saying that death is inevitable. But when you see such a miraculous being working his way into the universe, maybe you expect more. I cannot help but think, maybe he will be back with a bang, maybe he will cheat death again, as is his custom. Maybe he will live till the discovery of some another grand theory which might satiate his thirst of exploration, if not completely, at least a bit?
I can’t stop but believe that he was sad and sick of the world. That he gave up his will to keep striving to live,because, how else could he die, if not his own resolve to do so? This might be stupid, and maybe illusive, but it is more convincing than stating that he died. He chose to die, sounds better.
His passing away is so heartbreaking, that it can’t be put into words, yet many people, including me, are trying to express themselves the best. I found this picture (the picture above), that made my heart bounce a little. Stephen Hawking is an embodiment of hope and resilience.
His legacy continues with The Stephen Hawking Foundation, which was established by him to facilitate research into Cosmology, Astrophysics and Fundamental Particle Physics at school level.
It also continues in the various scientific and mathematical equations of the theories he proposed over time; in the brilliant books; in the hope he generated in the hearts of people across the planet earth, and a lot more.
He once wrote in his book, The Brief History of Time,
“Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set of rules and equations. What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe? The usual approach of science of constructing a mathematical model cannot answer the questions of why there should be a universe for the model to describe. Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?”
This one extract made me contemplate on the very idea for a good amount of time. He made life and death sound so small, yet so prolific. He did his magic through words too.
He made us all ponder through his amazing writings. All he had was one brain, not even the complete human body, maybe because he was a lot more than just human.
All across the social media, I see love for him in the hearts of people. They are trying to express the pain casted on them by this heart-aching event in best ways possible. I have come across many witty posts regarding the same. My most favourite post was by this guy named Kaushal Piruka :
It is a brilliant attempt at making a humorous remark at this extraordinary coincidence. The birthday of a legend becomes the death anniversary of another. 14th March certainly shall count as one of the most important days in human history. 14th March is legend day.