Watching the short film "Mumbai Varanasi Express" the lead actor writes a note to his children and leaves for Varanasi to await his death as his doctor had diagnosed him as having colon cancer and having the most only two months to live.
He writes, "I have not lived my life. I had only existed. Now I want to live it. Whatever time left I would like to devout to myself." A year passes by. He regains his health and heads back to Mumbai to save his failing business left in charge to his children.
Remembering the words of a co-passenger who alighted at the Surat station on his way to Varanasi back then, he decides to taste the delicacy that was said to be the best in town. Fate has it that he is knocked down and dies, not in Varanasi but in Surat.
This reminds me of a story told where on hearing a knock on his door a man who knew Lord Yama had come for him opens the door. But Lord Yama has a surprised look on his face and leaves without saying a thing. Some time later the man who is now in another country to attend to his business hears a knock on his door and opens it to find Lord Yama standing before him. His life is taken.
Do not rejoice that you have been given an extension or escaped death. It is just that you are not in the right place and time for it to happen as yet. We are a victim of time and space. The Siddhas are beyond both and live forever.