Today, the last samskaras of three of the four people killed were done today. I am somewhat happy i didn't go. after darsh's funeral and my cousin's funeral, i do not think i could bear to watch the funeral of any young person. Funerals are sad events and even sadder is when you have to watch someone who belongs to your own age group cremated or buried. so far, i have never been to a burial ground, and i hope i do not have to attend one. it's normal for us to witness cremations. i hope their souls find peace. I did note the hour of the cremations though, and i said a prayer in my mind to Vasudev for their souls. tomorrow, they will cremate the last guy.
On saturday, my friend from High School will get married. so the celebrations started tonight. in trinidad, we call it the maticoor night. Really, it is when the respective women folk of the girl and boy's family go to dig dirt at a river or at a "stand-pipe." In trindad, we used to walk to the nearby stream that flowed down from the mountains whenever someone from our village was getting married (my home was at the foothills of the northern range). the women alone would go and they would dance amongst each other, without the men....something that me, as a little girl, did not understand. i never really understood the eggplant and the cucumber and everything else until much later on...hehehe!!!! yeah, they really do crazy things!
so tonight, we went to the maticoor. only my mom and i went from my family. it was a lot of fun, actually. everyone was happy and my friend looked pretty. the maticoor night is the night that they rub tumeric on the bride and the groom at their respective homes. it is nice to be on the groom's side if the groom is family but it is cooler to be on the bride's side if the bride is a friend. if the groom is family, you get to follow the wedding. if the bride is family, then it's sad for her family. after the pundit left, there was a group that started singing chutney and wedding songs. that was when the people started dancing. they really enjoyed themselves. i danced for a total of ten seconds for my friend. her maticoor night would be one to remember. everyone was happy there.
we came back home at 11:20pm and my mom went back to the wake to see the families of the young people who died. i guess my mom is bothered a lot by it....well so is a lot of people. it is a grave loss.
i am aware that there are two total parallels that i am writing about here but in one part, i want to smile for my friend and on the other part, i am bothered a lot about these four young people and their families. my blog represents my frame of mind here....a little bit scattered....like when you shake a snow globe and you wait for the snow to settle at the bottom of the globe...right now, my thoughts are shaking about in my head, waiting to settle down. (11:48pm)
Its almost two hours later and i think sleep has eluded me. after i finished the above part of this blog, i was going to sleep about 12:30 when my mom came back from the wake. she told me that she spoke to the mother of one of the boys who died and she said that she was able to hold her son's face and talk to him before the cremation. apparently, they were not charred beyond recognition. she said that the faces were just darker from the burns but they could be recognized. the only survivor (the husband of the girl who was driving) is talking about what happened now. his wife's funeral was also today. he said that she was try to get away from the two boys in the other car because they were trying to whistle and talk to the girls when they stopped at the traffic lights. i was tossing and turning on the bed so i decided to wake up and blog...usually, when i write, i am able to calm my thoughts. yes, i am very much bothered by this accident. terrified about driving. i wonder about going to the movies like we do on weekends and coming back in the early morning hours...i am thinking of my dad driving alone and amit driving alone. i pray for their safety.... and my thoughts keep going back to darsh. he was tired. he fell asleep at the wheel. i miss him a lot.
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