It would be like ''Oh Sh*t!'' when I'll come to know that today's the last day of my life (Coz other reasons apart, it would be pretty late by the time I m up; old habits die hard, even if it's the day when you're about to die.)
Anyway, no classes today. What a relief! (As if I've religiously attended each and everyone of them all through my life ). So wotsup, mate? How about a peg or two to compose myself? Not bad.
It's then the reality would start sinking in. Natural instincts would prevail and the first thought would be to drop my, ahem! I apologise, seed. Expect me to go berserk, with (pre)caution thrown to the wind! Who cares a hoot about some deadly infection which could kill you in what -- 3-4 years? Maybe you would, but not me on my last day.
Exhausted. How about another peg? This time to salvage whatever little has left of my sanity.It would be then the moment, I dread the most, would arrive. I would feel an overwhelming urge to be back with my parents - with my old parents. What better way than to die with your folks around. But would they be able to take it? For all my life, safe the day I was born, I've successfully failed to comfort them. Good-for-nothin bloke, who never redeemed their affection (not that he did not want to, just that he was preoccupied with things less important).
No, I can't see my old father crying inconsolably when his most enduring picture is of the one with a friendly smile. Mom, she's too weak to take the blow (them emotional fellas!). I would decide not to go to them. I'd call them, instead (I rarely do. They are the one to call me, always. I think I can afford to make an exception today).
I'd apologise. Apologise for the day when I had confronted my father, argued in a pitch too high for the occasion. Apologise to mother for the day I, sore about being scolded for poor marks, stole rupees from the closet and ran away. Poor she.I'd tell them how much I loved them. That they are more important to me than anyting else. That I am sorry for the other day, when I didn't took their call knowingly as I was talking to 'someone else'.
'Someone else'. Yeah 'someone else'. Lets meet for one last time. But would I be able to face her after cheating on her oh-so-frequently earlier in the morning? The guilt would be overpowering. I would prefer calling her as well, even as I play in the background, "If tomorrow never comes" from by Ronan Keating (Nice song. A perfect tribute to her).
At last I, against all my resolves, would board a bus to home. I honestly want to thank my folks for giving me this wonderful mess called life. I never cared for it until today when I m about to lose it.(Wake up mate. It's half-past ten. You shud've been in class.)
) with some favorite blazing music and "drive" the day out.
, most of us while writing for this thread and revisiting ourselves must have realised yet once again how important our folks are (ironically attachment is the cause of most of the worries in life but that itself is a topic to be discussed in length). So better be nice to them, and why wait for the last day (mind you, you wont know then on your real last day, you might not have enough time then), tell them now, express now, express your love, your affection, your gratitude. You are sure only of the current moment..NOW , who knows what happens the very next minute. Anyway, you got the message...
