When I finally made up my mind to sit down and write this post, I am doing that with a feeling of despair and sadness. It started with a normal morning. Who would’ve imagined that the day would turn horrific midway.
It was 2nd December 2013, when I got up for school usually, did the morning chores and went up to school. There began the collision course. Almost halfway to school, there is the National Hydrographic Office Mess and I saw a totally banged up Honda Activa lying tilted on a pole, upon which I almost instantly commented to my father, “Papa, aaj to koi bhaut ganda accident hua hai.” (Father, there must have been a really severe accident here.) I went to school and there I heard the news, Adamya, a friend of mine had an accident. I concluded that the vehicle was his which was later confirmed by a friend.
We called up his mobile which was answered by his brother who assured us that he was perfectly fine and they would get an X-ray done just in case any bones had broken. We carried on with our day. Even jokes were cracked. Nobody cared. I went to the usual tuition classes and just when the first one was about to end, I got a call. It was a friend, Shantanu who gave me the grave news. Adamya had passed. He had lost his life and this news was so sudden, surprising and heartbreaking that I found it hard to believe. Hard enough to ask him if he was playing a prank. But I could hear the sadness in the voice. It was real. A friend had been lost.
I got up, thanked my teacher before anyone could and went out. Then we went to the hospital and we were told that he had a case of internal bleeding, severe enough to be operated on and he survived the surgery. It was brave of him. He smiled to everyone before they went in for his scans and surgery, that is what I was told. But then he had heart attacks, multiple. Adamya had gone.
After a heartbroken day I came home and saw his, mine, all of us’ picture together. I cried. I was sad. We all were. All of us had lost a friend. Next day we carried out with his cremation and we said goodbye to Mr. J. Mr. Perfect.
Mr. J was his Counter-Strike gametag. It is so surprising that someone who you laughed with, someone whom you helped on a test a day back was suddenly gone. He was a perfect person. I know him since the ninth standard. I’ve always seen him as a person better than me. Actually way better. He never used the littlest of verbal abuse. He was calm, gentle, modest and basically perfect. But he’s gone. He even drove perfectly, he wore a helmet and drove sincerely. But he’s gone now and the legacy he has left is beyond what I can type here. I can never explain it but his passing was a shock and an eye-opener. Life is inevitable but so is death. Adamya will always be a friend close to me though we never hung out much but he was always a great friend and now that he isn’t there saddens me. It was a great loss and frankly, I was too young to see this. We all were. Adamya was too young. But it happened. Adamya taught us all that we could stay perfectly calm even in the harshest problems. Goodbye Adamya, you will always be remembered…