Monday, January 3, 2011

Rest . In . Peace

Not the ideal title to start your first post of the year with but that it is how it has turned out to be. I know that my current blog design ( yellow and mustard) is atrocious but I am just checking if good writing can wash it off. Grief , pain , anguish , I feel everything.

What do you think can push an usually senseless creature like me to such extreme emotions? The 5 letter word , which comes out of your mouth easily but not off your heart. Everyone fears it , now me included .........it is the dreadful death.........







My friend Poornima was telling me her story for our English assignment.It is pretty lame ( at least when you hear it) but the moral of the story was life can change in 1 second. Little did my uncle, aunt , their parents and children knew or cared much about it till yesterday. Yes, it happened yesterday only but it already seems like decades......dark decades.




This is what happened ( which shouldn't have happened L) : 
Disclaimer : The following my (mis) interpretation of what happened yesterday

My uncle Chander ( chitha) was driving as good as ever , next to him his dad and his daughter Ankita were sitting in the front seat. I don't know the exact positions but behind them sat my aunt Priya ( peethe) , 2 year babe Drithi ( Dithu) , Dithu's grand mother and their maid. 
Then came the mad elantra which was driving over speed and out of control. There was an old man crossing the road and the intelligent driver decided to risk his life ( not to mention 6 others of the opposite car) and swerved away from the man and went too out of control and ended his life by somersaulting with the car!


That damn car also hit on my uncle's swift , actually landed on top of it. Poor swift must have fallen sideways , where the elantra's bonnet hit ankita's grand dad killing him on the spot. Let's take a minute to salute that great man , who was the best dad , Gran dad , husband to his family, a responsible citizen and a great human being....

Later in the night , even though the fact of his death hidden , his wife passed away too. Unable to survive even 1 day without him. I don't want to go into the damages that happened to her body , calling it 'gory' at the least is more than enough....

Uncle is in hospital with head injury & broken ribs , aunt with a damaged leg , Ankita of all people is in serious condition with a broken neck bone ( or upper spinal I'm not sure) from where cervical fluids and blood escape through her ears! Stop it!!! Why is god so evil?? Million tear drops come tearing through my already swollen eyes....Please pray to him the god for her! please!!
Babe escaped with a hand fracture which must surely be challenging for a 2 year old......the maid escaped with scratches. Touch wood.......I can't find my brother's head anywhere near :) ..pray ...pray....pray!

These are the occasions where the love from everyone has a chance to show itself. One call home...everyone ran to the hospital which was miles away. Me , my cousins and my grand parents were literally meditating near the phone , yes love of course sprouts and tears roll ... Unity wins during these tough times!





One disgusting thing , which surely infuriates is me that , in all the commotion , some one steals my uncle's chain. Surely people are getting heartless and like money quenching zombies nowadays! In this scene at least they didn't take his wallet ( hope not ) , then who would contact us? This is too much to take for even me!




                                                       Another aspect that comes out is - cell phones.
I cannot imagine how all the people who were having different duties - like collecting the 'bodies' of the mortuary in one place , looking after the people in the hospital , dealing with the police , providing live updates to the worried relations could have pulled it of without those magical objects. 
True cell phones carry dis advantages but listen - specially my mom! Phones are the gods during emergency don't dare  have a slight with them!



Let everyone Rest . in Peace. 


Sorry if my version of truth was too biased to my uncle , I love him too much! :)

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