Posts Tagged ‘ Dandara ’

Was It Just a Dream?!

Last night I had the worst nightmare(s) in the history of nightmares. Apparently I am not in good terms with the “fairy-of-sweet-dreams”. Why? I don’t know. My sleep was adorned with a series of four very very bad dreams. Too much for any one person on one night, right? A side bar to the fairy-of-sweet-dreams: can we take this outside?! Continue reading

Sting? A Tribute: The Finale (Part 5)

1st January 2009. Woke up ready to go to hospital and visit Dandara. We exchanged Happy New Year greetings. Little did we know what had transpired the previous night. My Dad called all of us to the sitting room. Without any decorum, he informed us that Dandara had passed on the previous night at 19.00hrs. The world stopped. That instance, the very moment he said it, I lost a part of me. Thinking someone will die, and that person dying is two completely different things. Death has such a finality to it that is more cruel than ten Hitlers. Even 1,000 Hitlers. Continue reading

Guest Post: Rising-A Poem

After he read my last post, Alffie [@Alffie]says that the word “rising” spoke volumes to him as the word came out so profoundly like it had never done before. It is out of this “epiphany” that this poem was inspired.

Alffie is a blogger, you may catch his blog here. Without
further ado, ladies and gentlemen here is it is. Enjoy 🙂

RISING

Rising,
Like the sun in the morning from the East,
to take up my place next to star you call your favorite,
to watch over you & show you the path’s that right! Continue reading

Soaring: A Tribute (Part 4)

Slightly before Chrismas Day 2008, the doctors put Dandara on about two rounds of chemotherapy to clear the cancer in his lungs. After every round of chemo the doctors would do an x-ray and each time the x-rays returned better and better results, atleast that is what they told us. So we went for our usual doctors’ briefings and the doctor informed us they would start weaning Dandara from the ventilator. Continue reading

Survivor: A Tribute (Part 3)

The following events took place between the morning of 12th December 2008 and 21st December 2008. I will be honest and tell you that I do not have the precise dates for most of the events that I narrate on this post. Sometimes I wish I kept a journal, sometimes I’m glad I did not. For human beings to survive, and remain sane the mind has a self-healing mechanism that deletes extremely painful memories, well atleast the exactitude. Hence I will share these events the way I remember them sans the dates. Continue reading

Sinking: A Tribute (Part 2)

Woke up very early. Thursday, 11th December 2008. Today was the deadline to finish that work, you know, the one I was doing for my aunt. What is that law that makes the ink catridge get finished the time you want to beat a deadline? Or power to go off, when you need to do some work? That is the law that was in effect that morning. Continue reading

Snatched: A Tribute (Part 1)

It was a normal day. Friday, 5th December 2008. Boss lady called me to her office and told me that it was time to take my leave days as the Christmas season was around the corner. The even better news was I could start on Monday, 8th December 2008. Continue reading