I am sad.

I dont know the exact reason for it. Maybe its because of Bob Woolmer’s ‘death’. Maybe its more because of death, rather than Woolmer’s death. There may be a million reasons to it and a million other different classifications which could be carried out to find and justify the true reason of my sorrow. But what remains after that is something from which I want to run away – sorrow.

All I knew about Bob was that he was Pakistan’s coach. Honestly, I did not know he was English (I always thought he was South African). I had no clue about his Indian connection, and in all probability Bob Woolmer never prompted me to do a wikipedia on him. But thats what I did the first thing in the morning. What can it be which makes me so anxious about him?

As I said, maybe its because of the death. I’ve been more close to seeing and experiencing death than any of the people I know. I am not a paranormal human or anything that should ignite the slightest hint of interest in anybody. But I have felt death. I have survived an accident which, some say, is paranormal. I was literally thrown out of a moving train in a tunnel and there’s no way one could have possibly survived it. Luckily I was pulled back just before I lost it.

But these incidents have never given me sleepless nights. I was quite unconscious on the night of accident; and I really didnt want to make an issue out of the train incident. It was intended to be kept in closed walls and the only way for me to do that was by forgetting it, which I did.

They say riding a bike at 130 wont make you as nervous as you would be if you were the pillion. That’s the difference between feeling death and seeing it. You’d have an idea if you’ve ever received a death call at the most ironic hour. If you dont have an idea, be glad.

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You’re free at last.

Rest in Peace, Bob.