cruel and unfair life!

life can be horridly cruel at times....
i am someone who firmly believes that whatever happens happens for a reason...
this time though i find myself wanting for an answer, a reason - dammit something to justify the act...
there was this train tragedy that happened recently in the month of august- an apparent sabotage; accident nobody knows what and how...
all i know is that two people i know were on that ill fated train - more precisely in that ill fated bogey.
hari- a brother of my closest friend and someone i admired, roshni- his recently wedded wife.
both avid wildlife enthusiasts- a hobby and passion that spelled doom.
they were in the missing list of people-and as normal human tendency goes- we all hoped and believed they were alive and will get back soon...[despite the result being out somewhere i still hope it is not true...]
just three days ago the dna results were out and hari and roshni were among the few who were identified- [a dna test that took frickin 3 months long to declare the results. governmental apathy is so clearly evident- human life has no value in my country!]
i, personally am upset with the news- so are the members of my family...
i share an association of 15 years with my friend and her family... which translates into 15 years of knowing hari.for him i obviously am his sister's friend and for me my friend's brother- but it does not end there.. he is someone i truly admire! someone i think is genuinely good.
there are so many instances where he helped me- his sister's friend. and honestly there was no real need to be so helpful- but he did cos thats the way he is!
for instance there was no need for him to come to my college and play the guitar to give us carol singers a sense of direction in our singing- but he did! he would come to college carryin his guitar and giving us the necessary background score. for an entire week if i remember right- to the point where i felt so bad that he was insulted in a way cos they did not provide him with a mike-yet he continued and dint say a word.
or another time when he helped me with accountancy both in terms of teaching me the relevant chapters[personally i think he is very good at the subject] and giving me some books which are authority on the subject.[how many do that???]
or when as always when i went to their house and i was fidgeting with my floaters cos something was pricking me... he just took the floater in his hands and came back holding a nail that came out of it....
i dont remember anyone doing that ever!
or the time when he was the only one who found my decision to quit an mba course within a trimester, as being gutsy![ many thought i was being a quitter of sorts and the like...]this btw came very spontaneously and therefore genuine.
this and more... am sure all his friends and people he associated with, have the same thing to say about him- it was[i actually believe so!] his second skin.
about roshni, well i barely know her, but the little i know of her is that she too is a very genuine person.she and i have barely interacted but the few times- like where she asked me to come over to her flat to have some irish cream, or the time when she asked me whether or not i am coming to her reception in a saree...few statements but true ones...
life can be horridly cruel- like it has with hari and roshni.
they certainly did not deserve to live this short a life and it certainly did not have to be cut short so terribly!
the only solace is that they were together- in life and in death...

P.S.visit nerdybirders.com for breathtaking pictures taken by people who created
it: ashok, hari and roshni.