I have been particularly upset over the news doing rounds for the Malaysian flight. Disappeared for over a week, no scientific inventions were able to track down the flight’s location. Somehow people found solace in assuming that it had been highjacked because the pilot was of a particular caste. Even jokes did circulate on WhatsApp and other social media making fun of the lost Boeing 777. Seriously people! Get a life.
My heart goes out to the family members of the ones traveling in the fateful flight. Uncertainty and helplessness is worse than a bad news. Nonetheless, they held on to the hope while the world continued its search. Finally their week long hopes were shattered, when as per a statement issued last night said that the flight crashed into some remote area of the Indian ocean. How did it reach there only God knows!! Such a painful and oblivious death. My condolences with relatives of the deceased.
Another piece of untimely death that has disturbed me was the one that happened very close to where I live. And the deceased were two kids aged 7 and 9. Apparently they were distant relatives of my aunt and I know the nuances of the accident better than the one published in the news. Crashing of the marble swing that they were playing on was the reason for their deaths. Such a cruel death wherein one of the kids was rushed to the hospital by the father of the other one, unaware of the fact that his own son lay dead under the marble pillar that crashed! He died on the spot and was found contorted under the marble debris which took 8 people to lift it! The family was in a state of shock. And plight of their moms! Undescribable!! One of them wasn’t able to accept it and was hell bent on buying a cricket kit for his son and was awaiting his arrival. All this when his father was making arrangements for his last rites! Both the deceased had sisters older to them by a couple of years. They were made to understand with great difficulty that their brothers would never return back. They tied rakhis for the last time on their wrists and mounted heaps of their saved chocolates beside their dead bodies. I get goosebumps even to think of the pain endured by their family.
Seriously what explanation does life have for these cruel instances. Accidents so bad that make you lose hope in goodness. Scars that leave a mark for a lifetime. How does one heal itself from such wounds? It is beyond my thinking. The week long I have been traumatized with such instances and each time a thought crosses my head a prayer escapes my lips to God for giving them strength that cannot be put in words!
Rest in peace!