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Two days back this serene college faced a tragedy ............ the death of a young intelligent mind. Now this is not an obituary to the departed soul as I barely knew him. Why I ever thought to write about this loss is still not very clear to me. One thing is for sure though I felt the need to express my feelings somewhere. What's better than this blog. I'm a human and so I felt the pain but that is in no comparison to the pain being felt by the loved ones of the boy. I waited for two days because the details were not available with me and no one wants to pass an unwarranted statement/judgement based on hazy facts.
The boy died of an accident. This was the news which filtered to us that afternoon. The picture was not clear though, and the ones in our batch who knew the boy rushed to the accident site. I am plain honest here .......... I assume that I can't stand all these and so I never planned to visit the site. So there was some sorrow, chaos and gossip which was to be felt in the atmosphere. The refined news met us later ........ when we come to know that he was crushed by a bus while he lost his balance of his bike which got punctured at that very unfortunate moment. So he died without even being provided with a chance to save himself. His friend, who was accompanying him, received major injuries but by the grace of god is out of danger. So it is apparent that it was not entirely the mistake of anyone involved in this accident behind the death. So why I'm writing this. Most of you will not be concerned about an accident that cost a life ............ as it is very common. But there still is reason ............. the grief felt by the loss of a loved one is universal. It is not me this time, nor you but sometimes destiny can play tricks with us.
I write this because I faced the fear of similar death (though it was for few milli seconds only) till my dear friend who was in control of that bike got us out of the danger. And the best part of it was that he was the same who got us into this trouble. There are people who live on the edge and he is one of them. So are many other who wouldn't think twice before performing stunts to get instant recognition from friends. This is sometime called aderaline rush in their language. We people who are cautious are termed "phattu" if you know what it means. The problem is these people don't realize the fact that their life is more than their own. One wish to live his/her life to fullest ......... even I do ............ but that does not imply to put one's life in danger. The account I heard of the grieved family is too hard to ignore. Though there was apparently not a major mistake from the boy's side yet his family is destined to suffer throughout. This is as simple as that. If one loses his/her life for a noble cause there remains a reason with the family as consolation. Not in this case .......... I'm afraid.
This is not to go out lecturing about what to do. I hate that myself. It is just to give at thought at the plight of those bereaved families and then decide on our own actions.
Two days back this serene college faced a tragedy ............ the death of a young intelligent mind. Now this is not an obituary to the departed soul as I barely knew him. Why I ever thought to write about this loss is still not very clear to me. One thing is for sure though I felt the need to express my feelings somewhere. What's better than this blog. I'm a human and so I felt the pain but that is in no comparison to the pain being felt by the loved ones of the boy. I waited for two days because the details were not available with me and no one wants to pass an unwarranted statement/judgement based on hazy facts.
The boy died of an accident. This was the news which filtered to us that afternoon. The picture was not clear though, and the ones in our batch who knew the boy rushed to the accident site. I am plain honest here .......... I assume that I can't stand all these and so I never planned to visit the site. So there was some sorrow, chaos and gossip which was to be felt in the atmosphere. The refined news met us later ........ when we come to know that he was crushed by a bus while he lost his balance of his bike which got punctured at that very unfortunate moment. So he died without even being provided with a chance to save himself. His friend, who was accompanying him, received major injuries but by the grace of god is out of danger. So it is apparent that it was not entirely the mistake of anyone involved in this accident behind the death. So why I'm writing this. Most of you will not be concerned about an accident that cost a life ............ as it is very common. But there still is reason ............. the grief felt by the loss of a loved one is universal. It is not me this time, nor you but sometimes destiny can play tricks with us.
I write this because I faced the fear of similar death (though it was for few milli seconds only) till my dear friend who was in control of that bike got us out of the danger. And the best part of it was that he was the same who got us into this trouble. There are people who live on the edge and he is one of them. So are many other who wouldn't think twice before performing stunts to get instant recognition from friends. This is sometime called aderaline rush in their language. We people who are cautious are termed "phattu" if you know what it means. The problem is these people don't realize the fact that their life is more than their own. One wish to live his/her life to fullest ......... even I do ............ but that does not imply to put one's life in danger. The account I heard of the grieved family is too hard to ignore. Though there was apparently not a major mistake from the boy's side yet his family is destined to suffer throughout. This is as simple as that. If one loses his/her life for a noble cause there remains a reason with the family as consolation. Not in this case .......... I'm afraid.
This is not to go out lecturing about what to do. I hate that myself. It is just to give at thought at the plight of those bereaved families and then decide on our own actions.
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