1041 days without Sriram and counting,’ was the response from his wife seeing the picture below . A tip of the iceberg of the sorrow pulling her down, every moment.
That is how everyone who lost his/her dearest and nearest, feel . The remaining part of life left behind for them, is a cross they have to carry to their last day. No escape. They have to live. That is how people have been living everywhere.
Not a day passes for me without remembering Sriram and Rajesh my two nephews , whom death mercilessly snatched at the peak of their youth, when they were shining best in their profession.
How much hard work they would have put in to acquire excellence in their education and how much competition they would have faced to obtain admission, in Indian and then in foreign universities, purely on their merit, not spending a pie from their father’s pocket!
Was it all for getting wiped off from the face of earth unceremoniously when they had a long way to go?
Remember my brother in law’s struggle to take Ramu to the examination center when all the roads were blocked due to a curfew in the city. How many such hurdles the parents would have had in bringing up the children!
How many sleepless nights their mother and spouses would have spent waiting for their children’s return from their workplaces !
How exuberant the parents would have been when the kids were playing snd growing or when their exams results were declared or when they left for foreign lands for higher studies or securing jobs, or when they were married ?
Every time my nephew told me ,’ ‘mama,
my intervention was timely, a life could be saved’, I used to feel proud and bless him ,’ God bless you’ .
God carried him away! Separated him for ever, from his family! I cursed the god out of my desperation but I realize God is helpless! One has to die when he is destined to.
The torrential rains of Fate just washes off the young lives, right before the eyes of parents, spouses and children!
Death is cruel, but the fact is – it is a part of our life !
And earlier we realize this truth , good for us.
During the rocking period of romancing, the boy is not sure whether his girl friend would stick to him or go after a guy with a more stylish hair or a bullish look . But, once the wedding is over, he is certain, she is certain, they have to share a room. I overheard my wife once telling her mother, ‘don’t worry, his anger won’t last beyond dusk’!
She had no worry, as she was absolutely certain that I would be back by sunset.!
Similarly, we can be free from worries , if we have no confusion or doubt in our mind that death is inevitable and it can happen anytime , we can live a peaceful life.
‘I’m not going to be the first person to die!’
I tell myself and gladly share a peg of wine with my son or a joke with my daughter or daughter in law !
Mahakavi Ullur beautifully said:
Death is striking our life tree, merciless with his axe, throughout day and night. The heart beats are nothing but that sound ‘
കാലത്തും, അന്തിക്കും, ഉച്ചക്കും, രാവിലും,
Picture below was clicked in a forest in Vancouver, Canada, with my two nephews and their families. Ramu is to my right.