Aijaz Qaiser
Life’s inanities & pomposities lead us all into a state of conceit, and a willful defiance least concerned about the compatriots and their lives. Don’t know what actually has gone wrong inside us. Something missing the way humans have evolved, I mean some congenital defect or maybe we have designed ourselves like computer chips.
Aren’t we all absurd little creatures suffering of conceit and obsession with “only me” attitude. I firmly believe that this sinister intrigue is not going to take us places in life. The purpose of our incarnation is not to keep our digestive system intact and we actually belittle our existence with a thought like that.
A small wind comes and we are cut to size thereby losing our interest in the sartorial elegance & luxurious niches we feel proud of. Whatever be the faith we submit ourselves to, the concept of death is alike. Even theologists differ about the life in the hereafter but the death finds a mention everywhere, without a fail.
The thoughts feel like coming to me naturally and the words ricocheting of the sides of my skull in their eagerness to come out in the backdrop of the tragic and untimely death of a 2004 Batch Officer of our fraternity Yassir Arafat Zargar, KAS posted as Assistant Commissioner Development Kishtwar in a Road Accident few Kilometers short of Kishtwar at an age of just 36 years.
Having been born & brought up in a humble environment life wasn’t a cakewalk for him. Besides his parents, he has left behind a -91 born wife who is yet to see the beauties of life and an 8 month old daughter. They are all shell shocked and they have reasons to be. Life wouldn’t be the same for them again. Can’t believe the princess has lost her “First Hero” at such a tender age..
My association with Yassir Sb was not at all phenomenal except for few days we spent at IMPARD Jammu while attending a training session and later because of his days in Rural Development of which I am a part as of now. I don’t have much to tell about him because I take my own time before framing an opinion and don’t rush to premature conclusions usually. I have been talking to people since morning about his loss and finding people from all shades talking high of him, I am sure the loss is much bigger. People pouring in at their place will repeat the Gospels that will further stranglehold the family.
A promising bureaucrat, a responsible son, a loving father, an ideal husband and a dependable friend is how people sum him up with tears rolling down their cheeks speaking a different language. They are short of words but their feelings are pure and intense. Can’t resist sharing, a shocked friend attributing the evening down pour in Jammu to the grieving heavens up above. The pal of gloom his death has over thousands, did not leave my home untouched and I am virtually short of words in an attempt to console those back home for I believe their loss is irreparable.
“We understand death only after it placed its hands on someone we love.”
How true the words of Anne L De Stael sound, for I could fathom what actually death means after losing my nephew when he was barely two years old.
All I can do is to pray before the Cosmic master to place him in the Jannat and bless the family with peace and patience during their most turbulent times.
In between, his departure must be taken as a reminder call and let’s not mourn his death for he played his innings well, with grace.
(The author is a KAS Officer)
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