2nd Innings

Returning to blogging after many days. Don't know why, but I am not able to visit this site from my system in office, initially I thought it's the Indian government order of banning blogspot.com for anti-national blogging by few individuals( It was of course banned for few days ), then suddenly when I tried the same in my friend's system it worked! I tried IE, opera all failed. I approached the system admin of my office but to my disappointment he could also find no clue. Assuming that my esteemed office has blocked me from blogging, or thinking that they can block my system's IP but not me, perhaps I am playing my second innings.

Many things happened during this transition. Worth mentioning would be Preeti Ranjan's death by a fatal suicide on 9th July. Preeti was never close enough to me as a friend, I just happen to know him as a colleague of Jataayu, and he was hailing from Orissa, was staying in the same apartment colony. I think, I know him as good as any other oriya jataayuan would know him. For me he was just a black box!. And he turned really black that day.

Well, it was my first encounter to see what death of a person really means. During my staying in my hometown my parents never allowed me to attend any funeral or any death related functions. This was for the first time I touched a dead body, felt its coldness; a first time experience of what Geeta says: a body is just a body, body is mortal, soul is immortal.

Preeti was not a friend of mine, but I felt as if somebody very close to my heart took heavenly rest that day.

As I understand him, he was a very introvert guy, closed in his own world, even his classmates, previous roommates know little about him. As for as my social understanding goes, people who lead a very closed life, often end up this way. Soon after I returned from his funeral, I wrote the following mail to all my university classmates:

hi all,

just returning after the funeral of one of my oriya colleague friend who committed suicide last sunday night. He was cremated in Hebbal Electric crematoriom.

Reason: some love affair. The guy was very reserved, introvert without a healthy friend circle and was staying alone..

just want to speak few words to you people..

"Speak up...." !!

We should thank God that we are in a very healthy friend circle, we communicate to each other so well, we may have differences but we express what we think.. We are too fortunate..But just to remind that there may be few people among us, whom we know them physically, but in reality we never know them internally. We dont know what they think.. what they do.. where they take their lunch.. whom they speak to. Its my appeal to them to speak up whatever they feel. Talk.. Talk.. Talk. Talk to your parents, talk to your relatives, talk to the guy next to your cubicle, talk to your servant, talk to your neighbour, talk to a customare care girl, try all toll-free numbers, talk to a salesman, talk to a shopkeeper. But talk.

Dont feel lonely, for that dont stay lonely.. Someone somewhere is made for you.. Someone somewhere wants to talk to you... find him/her. Read a book, watch a CD, join a gym, join a laughter club, go to a disco, visit a pub, date somebody.. there are hundred ways to live a life..

Life is precious...live it... live it fully..

~Swarup