No More

Death.

In the dark early hours of the day, my sweet pet Cherry slept a deep sleep not to rise up again. I kept watch over her till 3.30 AM today. She had fever and was shivering. She was too fragile a creature to take that shiver. I couldn't take her to the vet at that time of the night. I tried all I could to revive her. And I prayed. Kept praying. But nothing could stop the inevitable from happening. Sometimes we do not understand why things happen. And in the morning, Berry keeps searching for her. He will have to wait till I get him a good friend soon.

Yesterday night, a good friend I had known from college passed away - infected with rabies. Alan is dead. It shocks the marrows out of my bones. He was fine and smiling two weeks back; but now he is no more. We have been praying for him the last 7 days. But he had to leave. It had been scripted that way - by who else - the Sovereign Lord. If only we could question Him! Yes, anger magnifies those little doubts. Pointless rage sets in. What do you think you do, God?, I want to yell at him on his face. The face, that no mortal has ever seen.

I was in 10th class. Right before the day of results, I lost my friend Sajan. His nose was hit when he bent to drink water from a tap in the night, and he fell unconscious into the water sump that was unfortunately open and soaked till morning to death. He couldn't celebrate his board results. We were best of friends. I still very vividly remember the way he lifted me on his shoulders and rounded the ground with other friends running along as we won the Kabaddi Tournament at school. Those scenes lived long long ago - bring tears even now.

There was a Gautam in 12th class, who was a vibrant kid. We were a big bunch, used to group-study - those sessions were more fun, the teasings, discussing crap and laughing our intestines out, ah - the new things we learnt about life, and as exams approached - getting more serious with studies. But right after the exams, he died trying to cross the road.

I somehow feel God should hire a scriptwriter to write the stories of our lives. All these friends of mine - had they lived - would have become renowned men. But the One who sits on the throne chose to give such pathetic ending to their beautiful stories. Look at the end of each of these sweet people. This cannot be justified at all. And what pains us more is the intolerable fact that these things come from 'the Most Just Of All'. Is it not unfair to pluck a flower when it is still a bud? Oh, if only I had the power to bring people out of their graves by just calling their names out!.. If only.. God, I only ask you this. Let there be no 'no-more' scripts written for any of my friends in this fashion anymore. If you want, take me away. I can help you write great scripts.

I am not against God. I believe in Him. I agree, our human brains cannot comprehend his ways. May be when we shed this mortal body of ours, we would understand things more clearly ourselves. I do not want to rage more and disturb those sweet ones from their sleep. Hush, hush my stupid mind. They must be resting in the other realm of life. Who knows, my own story might have a silly ending, though I hope for a fabulously blood-splashing finish. Whatever be my script - I will pass onto the other shore to take Cherry into my arms and keep kissing her beautiful rodent mouth, play Kabaddi with Sajan on my side again, read school textbooks with Gautam just for the fun of it, and see Alan say - hi da - and smile.