They say fame is fickle. Life is fickle too.
One second some road side romeo decides to overtake a lassie (this was me) from her right, not looking that there is some other dude trying to overtake this romeo. Result is a fatal accident. Little did the guy know that trying to get smart by overtaking would be THE DECISION of his life, the final decision.
Sickening example, but heck, its an advice for free. Just take it.
The recent incline in the cost of fuel should preclude such silly adventures guys take just for hitting on girls. I would be surprised if I read this blog after a couple of years, knowing that the cost of petrol then was 80ish buck per liter. How cheap was fuel!
Anyway, I'm digressing in my own blog.
So what made me write this tonight?
Below is a picture clicked during my college degree. We were a gang of 5 girls who stuck together through the 4 years of engineering. We all were ambitious, like everybody is while stepping out of college. We had our ideas about what we would be doing 'x' years down the line, about how we can improve factor 'y' of the society, how to prove that we are no less than guys around, and how to bring world peace. We all used to resonate at the same frequency.
Now glance at the girl in the extreme left.
Brainy, sassy and philosophical; these were her prime features. Her health started deteriorating after college. We all used to buzz her up once in a while between our new-found schedules made busy by our respective offices, and ask how things were, and visit her at times. Recently, we decided to surprise her some day. Come every weekend, someone or the other had some priority errand to be run, which canceled our visit to her place. This way we deferred this visit for 3 months, till we zeroed in on 26th of Jan 2012. Important fact: she lived 2 blocks from my place.
So as 26th was nearing, we started to make a concrete plan about what all to do, and what to do for her. On the 24th, while I was driving to office, I got the news of her sad demise. A strong mix of feelings was building up inside, which was let out when we all gathered around her body. Such a folly we had committed; I had committed. She lived at a distance reachable in 7 minutes from my house and I still didnt take a step forward. And we sat around her, seeking an answer from her cold body that why had she not informed us, asked us to hurry.
She had suffered from a mild but fatal heart attack right after her 2nd dialysis that week.
We all met up to celebrate her birthday today. Her parents have no offspring now. We went to her place, visited her parents, ate, talked, had a good time. We didn't sit and mourn over the past. We have vowed to do that every year now, as long as we can. Her death has bound us tighter in many ways.
There is a direct relation between folly and its impact on your life. Now I make it a point to visit all those who matter in my life, not withholding myself for reasons like we'll cross roads someday, or hiding behind a task whose urgency was raised to a magnitude greater than my intent of visiting this person. Take a leaf out of my book, my friends. These moments of life are fleeting past you.
