It was the morning of the sanctified Navratri. The city was in the peak of its festive disposition. It was crowded at every nook and corner. Everyone had their own plans – God even had his own plans, for teaching the modern youngsters a lesson.
While whole of the school was holidaying, some were stayed back for their basketball practice. Sweating under the hot scorching sun, the guys decided to chill out with a sip of coke. Two enthusiastic ones seated themselves on the demon-like bike – with a bulky body, giant structured and had colossal tyres. It had all the faculties to thrill the pulse with its swift pace and panache. The GenX have lost their heart to it. They ignited its engine. It gave a sly smile and steered its massive self along with its proud riders ruffling their hairs. It screeched to a halt at a roadside beverage shop. They gulped the coke down their throat and chillaxed themselves!!! Their dynamic pulse urged them to race back at an expeditious pace of wildly estimated 100-120 kmph.
The innocent chaps were ignorant of their future. Who on earth did imagine that the swift scrambler would dart into an Alto Car and fade the colour off their life in their sweet sixteen? If anyone had the slightest intuition that one of them would soar high into the air and crash down while the other die instantly on spot, would not that gentleman have any courtesy to prevent them from being deprived of their lives. They exulted in the thrill, raced their pulse, lived a life of excitement in the risks, all right, but they paid an enormous sum for it and moreover left behind their parents in a very uncontrollable state which was an incalculable blunder. They made the earth-quake for their parents. How unfortunate are those parents to see their sons close eyes before they themselves left the world, to set ablaze the corpse of their sons with their own hands? What a return gift have they been given this Dussehra for handing over this monster-like bike, out of affection to accomplish their sons’ demands? If money is lost, it can be regained, if property is lost it can be regained, even if a part of the body is lost it can be repaired by updated medical technologies. But when a life is lost it cannot be regained. When accident occurs, it does not measure how much part should be lost.
“God loves those, who die young”, but this is just to console our tears; the reality is that they are no more in this world to share their space with us. They have hidden in a place where we can neither find them nor can they come out from their hideout. They have travelled off to such a place from which no return ticket is available. Every episode in nature is a latent message from the Almighty. All the Abhisheks, Johns and Hrithiks, your time is up for all your Dhooms. Realize the realities of life and stop emulating reel life practically. Get back to your senses and please do understand that rules are made for public benefit. There is no credit in not obeying them. If you think that not wearing helmets, riding at swift paces, racing in city roads rather than in racing arena, exhibiting your stunts and escaping from being messed up by the police shows your smartness you are mistaken to the power of infinity. This may someday result in the same pin drop silence when teacher calls out for the rolls of the-one-time lively students of the class and the presently residents of an imaginary world, closer to God.
I have already lost one of my childhood friends in this tragic accident and the loss is excruciating and unbearable. I do not wish to loose any more of them. They have created a pallid ambience in all our lives. I pray for the peaceful departure of these vivacious, cheerful and extremely friendly souls.
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