Today morning was perfectly normal for a monday. The journey to work seemed no different from the hundred others we take every day. Bangalore fog that dwarfed multi-storeyed buildings into looking like midgets, teeming vehicles that spewed repulsive smoke, blaring horns that drowned out any possible conversation, all added to the morning cacophony.

The normalcy came to a rude halt when our office bus traversed a fresh accident scene on Old Madras Road. The brutal and fatal fall of a two-wheeler rider shook all of us in the bus out of our reveries as heads craned to take a closer look. Some mouthed prayers with some hope for the victim to survive, though knowing any prayer would prove in vain, as others lamented the hopeless fate of the unfortunate soul. A collective gloom descended over the bus as we passed the gory moment.

The jolt must be enough to make most of us wonder about how ephemeral life is. As I digested the frame of the fallen rider, with his packed lunch scattered around, all I could remember was the list of those who would die, at least emotionally, along with that victim. Probably, the wife who had sweated out today morning to get his lunch in order; probably, the child who was awaiting him to buy her the new school bag as he had promised; probably, the mother who was looking forward to her doctor’s visit in the evening that her son had vowed to take her to – all of those dreams and hopes, gone in a second.


The lesson to take away is not to mope when disaster strikes, but to make use of every living second that we have. I am sure we have heard a million people tell us to live for the moment and to not procrastinate expressing our love to those who matter. But for me, coming across life’s cruelty today morning was the eye-opener. Let us ensure that we don’t put away the best things in life for later. We need to seize the moment, live life king-size, let our friends and loved ones know we cherish them, and thank each iota of time we get to spend with them. We need to do all this every day, every minute – all while we can.



  1. Good thoughts there. No one has control on destiny. Live your day courageously so there are no regrets.
    Life will go on, close ones will grief and will have to move on. Its not about carrying on, it is about living. As life is short and time is fleeting.

    And when one breathes his last, there should be anything but regret about something incomplete. Incompleteness may not be a young kid or an old mother, incompleteness is when the son could not be the son to his mother and the father could not be the father to the son.

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  3. Jaikank’s thoughts are deep. I agree too. But a Bangalore I saw in 1997 and then saw in 2007 were totally different from each other. The traffic is too bad out there and also the garbage management. In Delhi, once, quite some time ago, I saw an accident at 7 am. The road was empty, save two bodies, one of a man lying dead on one side of the road, while a lady lay strewn on the other. The motor bike in which they were travelling was shattered. There was no one around just these two dead bodies. And one could make out that their bike had been bashed up by a truck or some heavy vehicle that came and hit them and fled. Gruesome sight that was. It left me thinking about the couple (?) for days. Who were they? Where were they going? Where did they live? Whom did they leave behind?

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