He Was…

He would come to the class wearing a formal shirt and shorts…

He would sleep in the lectures nonstop…

He would attempt the wrong exam, without even realizing…

He would smile and say, “Chill maar yaar, kuch nhi hota” if he saw anyone sad!

He would joke around just to see a smile on his friend’s face…

He would narrate his humorous stories to everyone with charm…

He would speak Hindi in his Malyalum accent…

He would make beautiful caricatures…

He would make the most uptight people, frank…

He would hug everyone and greet them in his trademark funny way…

He was the happy-go-lucky guy, everyone was fond of…

He was a friend of friend and would make enemies forget their anger…

It’s hard to use past tense for him. This post is for the friend of mine who passed away some time back.

I cannot forget that fateful morning. It came as the news which I never wanted to believe. I prayed again and again that he should be alive; I wish that terrible road accident never happened. But the reality struck its thorns and he was gone with the wind.

He was not such a close friend of mine, but a classmate whom I know, I would have turn to for any sort of help, support, fun…

With tears all his friends, faculty, and all the people who knew him, bid farewell to him. Another trend that was of relevance in all this moment of sadness was, the way people use social media for expressing their sorrow. It again bought tears into my eyes when I saw on my profile, people posting his pictures with them, putting up statuses for him! Thank fully a friend of his, deactivated his social media account, otherwise in the attempt to mark their grief, the tagging culture would have begun!

I did not want to publicize the fact that I miss him, on any such social media. I did not post any picture of him or any emotional status for him… It was just my feelings for life and the void that he has left, compelled me to write about him, on my blog.

Maybe it’s true that god needs good people around him, he took away the happy soul around me! I pray for his soul and wherever he is, he stays happy.

It was his sudden demise that I realized how short life is to be angry, sad, disappointed, depressed! What his always smiling face and attitude taught me is, do not be angry for soo long at people, spread happiness, be cheerful, let people remember you for positive things, forget sorrows, forgive people, help others, say sorry, appreciate people, love your life for what it is;  for life is a small journey!

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.” Says, Mitch Albom, in his book Tuesdays With Morrie. He is probably correct.

Dear, now who will call me “heroine”; get up, roll his hand on his stomach and say, “Bhuuk lagiii”; tell me his drunk stories; ask me about the new hottie in college; curse the stupid projects; ask me to take a chill pill; flirt around just like that; tell me that I need to date; make funny faces; teach me slangs; make fictitious plans…?? I will miss you!

I still wait for you, my tall man, to walk into the class with your persona and spread smiles! I am falling short of words to express what your loss means!

HE WAS…

But HE IS alive in the memories!