Those were the last words from an ex-colleague,an endearing personality who did not look handsome but was refined ,a good listener..Kannan was his name.If at all there was something despicable in his appearance...his ever erupting pimples and well-oiled hair.He kept towing my footsteps during lunch time or sometimes barged into any restaurant where he knew he would find me in the company of my friends or even when with my husband.But my husband never felt offended.Kannan was like a lost soul in a big city like Mumbai.Then one fine day......latter half..looked morose and handed a piece of paper, a copy of his resignation letter."I'm leaving Reshmi.."Tears welled up his eyes."Oh So where do you go" I quipped. "to Trichy... to marry & work for my to-be-wife's father in his supermarket".I was quite overjoyed to hear that but Kannan didn't seem excited.He left after we in the office gave him a farewell party.Three months later Kannan returned to Mumbai...guess why?
A thin line that surfaces between ‘inevitability’ and ‘death’ is sometimes bright and visible to the pragmatic or brave. But one cannot justify it by sounding logical. It does give a jerk to the senses but somehow the emotional binding keeps tugging at the conscience. Yet that fluke decision is quick and necessary. We nowadays call it ‘passive’ death that permits the body cells to die a natural death. If imposed on oneself it is called suicide –Not a brave act though. A few such cases of ‘passive ‘deaths were witnessed by me does call for a debate from both the medical side and the layman’s. Views on life differ. Life’s ‘inevitable’ connect with death is mysterious . A recent news item when parents opined, almost implored to the authorities to allow ‘passive’ death for their eight month old baby who suffers from a liver disorder almost incurable. Not so long ago the natural death of a nurse who unfortunately was brutally raped, fell into a coma for almost two decades or more ma...
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