Over the past many weeks the entire world was gripped with the untimely disappearance of the Malaysian Airlines MH370. Couple of weeks ago, the Malaysian government has declared that the flight has crashed into the Indian Ocean in an area far far away from the destination. What happened during the course of the ‘ill-dated’ flight would never be known. Our sympathies go out for those grieving families of the 227 passengers and the 12 crew members.
Tragedy is something that we all detest, but it is something that can never be avoided. I remember a story when I was in India. It was the time when I started to learn driving. My driving instructor’s father-in-law was bedridden for years and years. So one day, my instructor came for the morning class and informed us that due to a death in the family (of his father-in-law’s), the classes for the day has been suspended. The next time I met my instructor was after a few days. I asked him how did the funeral and all associated ceremonies went about. He was visibly upset and he narrated a tragic story as to how while the ambulance was bringing the dead body from the hospital to his wife’s home for viewing, it inadvertently hit a motorbike driven by a young man who had been just married for only 3 weeks. The young man died on the spot. Both the funerals were conducted on the same day. As he narrated the story, I wondered how does this even make sense. On one side you have an old man, who has lived his entire life and died after suffering for a long time being bedridden. And on the other side, you had an young man, just starting to live his life. It was a tragic story I would never forget.
Tragedy comes unseen and mostly unwarranted. It makes us realize how meaningless this whole sojourn of life is. It also gives us the urgency to make life meaningful. It shudders me to think about the ordeal that the families of the passengers who travelled in MH370 might be going through now.