There's no such thing as chance;in which case Mr. Jagdish Narayan Arora-for all his age and servility-was nothing less than a time bomb,ticking softly away until his appointed time,in which case...we should either-optimistically-get up and cheer,because if everything is planned in advance then we all have a meaning, and are spared the terror of knowing ourselves to be random,without a why;or else,of course,we might as-pessimists give up right here and now,understanding the futility of thought decision action,since nothing we think makes any difference anyway;things will be as they will.Where,then,is optimism?In fate or in chaos???. . .Was me being opti-or pessi-mistic when my father told me the news, and I replied with,"it was only a matter of time,chalo mukti mili". My Grandfather's death,it seems,was fated.
Today is a very unusual day to start my blog.But I have no doubt whatsoever that it is the most appropriate one.Today I lost the man ,who not wholly but partially,is responsible for my very existence: "My Grandfather".But my heart is not full with grief and sorrow about this loss. I am, in a way, happy for him.Because for six years I have seen him longing to meet the love of his life,his better half:"My Grandmother".I hope he meets her in heaven.
I got this news today morning from my father,who also sounded relieved. Since morning I had been thinking about death and life . I feel this vacuum being created in our lives. I asked myself was he really dead today or the day when he first showed signs of Alzheimer's disease.Yes its true that in his last days with us, he could barely remember anything about his life.....about us.I met him ten days before and he could vaguely recognize me.It was all very painful.Also this sudden loss made me think that when someone leaves this world.Is it the loss of one person only? I think when we loose someone we loose a part of history.We loose a whole unique way of looking at the world.I believe that the understanding of this world varies for each individual and is unique.I don't know how many untold stories about his childhood,the story about his college ,his first crush, his hour of greatness and that of failure, his untold secrets are lost into the oblivion.Yes we lost a small part of history today.
Life is an open road. . . . . .the best story never told.. . . . .
