Can anybody show me the 'undo' death button in life?
when can we finally get a button that lets us undo?..when can have that one chance to 'undo' that moment when death came knocking at the doors of our loved ones, and we weren't even aware of the moment.
once again, death stares at me in the form of a lady's 16 year old 'fresh out of school' cool, into college teen son; a lady whom i have known for a good ten years now, a lady which whom I used to work together, a lady with whom i must have broken bread more than a hundred times in form of shared of lunches, along with whatever that was currently going on with our lives at that phase.
Nothing, nothing seems to pacify me....that it was not an uncommon death, that it was just another statistic for mumbai local trains and great indian railways are concerned, that there were millions of such deaths before, and there would be millions of such deaths since...
I feel like somebody is playing the russian roulette, and one mother has been spared at the other mother's expense.
I feel the sword hanging above the head, as we send our fresh out of school cool children to learn, and later to earn, let them loose on the platforms from churchgate to virar, and vt to whereever, in those terribly overcrowded trains, how we even gloat at times, at how we have inadvertently end up teaching them to toughen themselves at the expense of the railways, just as we learnt ours, when we were sent out by our parents to learn similar lessons.
A shiver down the spine, when the news reaches u, u wonder, why her,why her son, why at that age, when youth is finally blooming, the age when children are just about to blossom in young strong virile men and women, when u can finally sit back and graze proudly and fondly at your years of handiwork, that is your child. when he is just getting his personality, when he has almost ceased being a tiring brat, to an almost equal or even more in brains, height and compatibility....when then? why so late, does death chose to make his appearance? or rather, why so early?
At the same time, a small gleam, thanking god to have been spared the ordeal ourselves, and yet the fear of it not happening at our own homes in some future..
like i said, im tired. of the tension. of the Russian roulette....give me, please give me, that undo button...so that i can undo useless, futile painful deaths like this.
Oh great indian railways, please make that button. now right now..so that there be no more statistics in that section at least.
when can we finally get a button that lets us undo?..when can have that one chance to 'undo' that moment when death came knocking at the doors of our loved ones, and we weren't even aware of the moment.
once again, death stares at me in the form of a lady's 16 year old 'fresh out of school' cool, into college teen son; a lady whom i have known for a good ten years now, a lady which whom I used to work together, a lady with whom i must have broken bread more than a hundred times in form of shared of lunches, along with whatever that was currently going on with our lives at that phase.
Nothing, nothing seems to pacify me....that it was not an uncommon death, that it was just another statistic for mumbai local trains and great indian railways are concerned, that there were millions of such deaths before, and there would be millions of such deaths since...
I feel like somebody is playing the russian roulette, and one mother has been spared at the other mother's expense.
I feel the sword hanging above the head, as we send our fresh out of school cool children to learn, and later to earn, let them loose on the platforms from churchgate to virar, and vt to whereever, in those terribly overcrowded trains, how we even gloat at times, at how we have inadvertently end up teaching them to toughen themselves at the expense of the railways, just as we learnt ours, when we were sent out by our parents to learn similar lessons.
A shiver down the spine, when the news reaches u, u wonder, why her,why her son, why at that age, when youth is finally blooming, the age when children are just about to blossom in young strong virile men and women, when u can finally sit back and graze proudly and fondly at your years of handiwork, that is your child. when he is just getting his personality, when he has almost ceased being a tiring brat, to an almost equal or even more in brains, height and compatibility....when then? why so late, does death chose to make his appearance? or rather, why so early?
At the same time, a small gleam, thanking god to have been spared the ordeal ourselves, and yet the fear of it not happening at our own homes in some future..
like i said, im tired. of the tension. of the Russian roulette....give me, please give me, that undo button...so that i can undo useless, futile painful deaths like this.
Oh great indian railways, please make that button. now right now..so that there be no more statistics in that section at least.
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