R.I.P

It is a little difficult for me to write this post. Because it is about somebody I never knew personally. Not at all. He is my friend's late father, who died fighting cancer most of his life. When I heard the news, I was not taken aback because I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to tell him. I could see my room-mate crying uncontrollably after the news was dropped before us. Maybe I felt tears come up to my eyes but somehow I didn't let them fall. I only stared out of the window, knowing no matter how bad I feel, I could never empathize the loss of a parent.


Reflecting philosophically, it's true that in life there are many separations, many deaths. Moreover, who belonged to whom in this world! Even though there is no need to part, there is no explanation as to why separations have to be an ultimate end. 


I know I don't know you enough Sir but I have a daddy too. I know how important daddy is for me. And now I know how hard your son must be trying to cope up with everything. I am sure you must have been a great man, a wonderful husband and an awesome father. May you remain happy wherever you are. 


"Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.

Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

~Rabindranath Tagore  

The Debater

I don’t know what happened today. I think I got bamboozled by the judges. Or maybe they stared at me way too much. Or I guess I got tongue-tied. Whatever the reason was, I still cannot console myself as to why I went down from a rank 1 to a rank 42 in the internal debate competition that was held in my university today.

It was a terrible feeling that I experienced when I walked out of the classroom, after having completed my debate. My heart ached badly as I realised that there is a lot of chance that I won’t be able to debate this year. One of my friends found me crying and hugged me hard, as a result of which a lot of students came to know that I had screwed up big time. I went up to my room and locked myself up. I called up my sister, a couple of friends and even checked my horoscope for the day. I just couldn’t believe that I had fared so poorly.

One of my friends told me that such things happen in life. He said that we fail to succeed again. Yes last time I was indeed the best debater in the university and maybe this year things didn’t work out. When I checked the rank list, I saw that there were a lot of good speakers who didn’t make it through. Some of them were depressed while the rest gave too hoots and pushed the thing aside. Yeah! A bad rank doesn’t make you a bad speaker or a bad debater. It only shows that you should have put in more effort.

Hence I use this forum to tell all the participants who didn’t get selected in the IUDC- Do not be discouraged. You are still the best.

To Tanuj. In Remembrance.

“Yeah, I am a very good dancer. I think I am going to put a lot of kajal and dance to ‘Alvida’. What do you say, Sag?”

Tanuj Gautam. As I close my eyes now and think of who you were, my mind envisages itself around a good dancer or a good swimmer or the guy who never gave me his birthday treat or maybe the guy who loved being happy.

You said goodbye to all of us almost two years back. And now your birthday is just a few minutes away. But there are no cakes or presents here today; just love from friends who want to say “Happy Birthday”.  I hope that somehow you can see and know that we have not forgotten you. I hope you see that we still remember you.

May you keep doing all the things that you love to do.

NLUO remembers the boy who continues to live. Because friendship will always be the same as it was..

With love, as always

Dear Jeet,

I am sorry for not being the best sister in the world. I have been busy or not available or sleeping when you have been crying late into the night. I hope you forgive me for all those times when I turned away my face and ignored you. I am sorry for denying you the scooty rides, the ice-creams, the last piece of chicken, your favorite song,TV channel or even the remote control. 

I just want you to know that you are my favourite person in this world. You never forgot to cheer me up when I was sad. You even shared your five-star with me when I was ill. You had the strength to call me up, when I was away and say 'I miss you'.

Please be my best friend till the end. 

Love,

Isha-nani