According to Ralph Emerson “Life is a succession of lessons, which must be lived to be understood.”
I never thought I would write a blog in my lifetime. I am happy that I could present an incident or accident (whatever you may call it) which taught me the life’s hardest lesson as a debut post. Though I am happy about this new venture of mine, I contradict myself saying that it makes me feel sad to present death as a subject to start with.
I can’t help but mention that I haven’t witnessed a death until I was 20. I was in my third year of Under graduation. It was one bright Tuesday afternoon. It was the last day of my mid semester examinations. I was pretty tired after a few sleepless nights (busy preparing for exams), spent burning the midnight oil. I have no regrets to say that I still continue to burn the same …You could very well imagine the feelings of a person (a daydreamer .absent minded....refer to my blog URL) like me immediately after the exams. I was lost in thought. I had a mixture of feelings then, feeling of joy that I could enjoy that evening without studying, a feel of contentment that the toil is over and of course a feel of fear about the results. I was busy preparing the schedule of sleep during my travel from college to home. I was happy that I can be free at least for the next few weeks before the next exams crop up. Exams, I would say is the nightmare of most students (I plan to write one about exams in the near future).Yours truly (An exceptionally good average scorerJ ) is no exception.
Getting out of the bus I walked straight towards the pedestrian walk. As it was not a busy hour, the G.S.T road was then as silent as a grave. I then cursed myself for describing the road with the adjective “grave” because it turned out to be one. I have learnt that accidents happen on busy roads. But I was wrong. It happens in not much busy roads too. I was merrily walking without giving any damn serious thought about life, about worldly events .( I live in my own world with custom built definitions of life, exclusively created list of principles.) A passer-by who looked like a peasant in looks was also walking, say a few yards before me.
The worst part comes now. A bus which was speeding towards Trichy suddenly lost control and changed its direction towards the pavement where I was walking. It took a zigzag motion and everything was over in a matter of a few seconds. The bus didn’t come to a halt even after The inevitable happened. Death. Yes, it eroded the life of the person who was just a few yards ahead of me. I stood there motionless. The reflex action did not take its normal course. All the science theories proved wrong. I stood there, still, witnessing the aftermath of a collision. By aftermath, I mean all the unpleasant and horrible things that accompany a road accident.
I came home with a sort of bewilderment. It took me a month’s time to recover from the shock. You could imagine the plight of a girl who was happily daydreaming being stopped only by the witness of a death. The incident helped me to give a serious thought about life and its value. The deceased would have least imagined that he would become the victim of the accident. What if he wasn’t there walking before me. I felt myself very fortunate for having survived the accident. The days that followed were a bliss thinking of the life’s countless blessings and it still continues to be. I feel dejected for variety of reasons but immediately the thought of a sudden death without achieving anything in life would help regain my spirits. I started feeling fortunate for all the physical and mental faculties still vibrant in me to enjoy the life that God has given, to enjoy the pleasures of the mother earth. God has put me into this earth for a purpose and I am in search of it. Sometimes the search is also like a never ending melody. Hope this blog stands as a testimony to my favourite tagline “Life is Beautiful”.
