…Clueless

“What’s the point in going to Goa when our parents would keep worrying?”

That is what my sister tells me was told to her by her friend and colleague when he last spoke to her last, informing her about the trip they had planned for Christmas and New Year. Sadly, he along with two more friends drowned in the sea. Trying to avoid any possible threat of terrorists in Goa, they went to Ratnagiri which is more secluded.

Three lives lost. Three friends lost. Three sons dead. Countless hearts broken. As I sit here and go through their individual scrapbooks on Orkut and their blogs, I cannot help but wonder what they did to deserve this.

Their blogs and profiles and there for the world to see and be amazed at the uncertainity of life. You navigate to the previous page and there are scraps wishing them a merry xmas. Suddenly, the mood changes. There are no happy messages anymore. When I see my sister cry, I feel like crying myself. I have never spoken to them, never seen them. But just looking at the situation and what remains of them online and offline, moves me. I really don’t know what the policy of Google is in regard to profiles of members who passed away but I really wish Google preserves these profiles and blogs – for their friends, their families…

The day the trio drowned, Garima tells me she dreamt of herself with another friend who was present in Ratnagiri. Abhinav and Garima are laughing, laughing like crazy. Suddenly, they start wailing. Crying.

I sign off with a lump in my throat. May you three rest in peace. And may peace be upon the near and dear one’s. The void shall remain but God will give you strength.

Here’s a blog set up by one of their friends as a tribute.

1. I still remember : Well this post is for all my friends… online… offline… anywhere and everywhere. If I don’t comment on your blogs, if I don’t text you, if I don’t forward you silly emails… doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you. I still remember… I remember you all. Thanks for being there with me!!...