FullStops

There is something eternally transient about life. And that is its defining characteristic. Life wouldn't be as it is unless it ends. And because someday we all must die every moment is invested with eternal drama, intrigue and wonder.

Each day is special and unique. Each experience to be treasured because it may never occur again. Each romance is remembered, each kiss is relived and cherished because it can occur only a finite number of times.

There is a limit to the number of times you will see your girlfriend smile, an upper cutoff to the number of trips home to see your parents, there is an end to all of this magic and that's what makes it worthwhile.

We know this and yet none of us are really prepared for death are we?

A classmate of mine died today. In a road accident with a lorry.
A few weeks back our HoD (Head of Dept) passed away while on a pilgrimage to Kasi.

At our first reunion the class of 2005 is a few people short.

Prof Soundarajan was loved by our class. He knew all of us by our names and took a keen interest in what we were doing and where we were headed. I remember he spoke to me for close to an hour discussing B schools and his son's experience there etc. He will be sorely missed.

As will Vishwant. We moved in different circles in college and I only know him as a good friend of a good friend. But he will be remembered as a rather soft, mildly shy guy who was always a good sport.

May they both rest in peace.

There is a poignant lesson hidden here somewhere about how life is short.
But right now i'm just praying that every one on the road gets back home safely.

And if you're reading this, please drive carefully...