A close friend and a college mate Prasad, had been to an excursion organised by the college while he had no idea that it would be the last day he would see. He drowned in a water body in the mountains where the college had organised the trek to. While he was probably still alive when rescued by his friends, I fail to understand why a doctor could not reach that place when localites and police could. What he needed was simply some professional first aid. And he died struggling for life for hours together. They say it is “destiny”… the word I feel suffocated and trapped by now.
Lone child of his parents their life will never be the same again. So will be ours warped forever. While we remember every moment we shared with him… All the happy moments in our college canteen, those trips we made to different places together, times when we laughed and sang along, every moment from the past hitting back and irking us now. Don’t have the courage to go back and see his orkut profile where people wrote scraps and testimonials whishing him good luck for all his life. Where has all that gone? Do good wishes really never count? I feel like lost all faith in God and good being. Nature again teasing us with how miniscule and unimportant as humans we are.
While his body lied there in front of us, being prepared for the cremation and final goodbye a friend of mine continuously cried “Wake up… wake up… Prasad… this is your last chance… wake up…” only to realise in a few moments… that he had slept forever and never to see the light of the day again…
