Dear Baba, I am glad you died when you did

My father would have been 62-years-old today if he was around but he isn’t. I am glad that he isn’t. He hasn’t been around since 11th September 2009. The only solace that my family and I had after his sudden demise was the outpouring of love we saw for him. Our humble 840 sq.ft. house was full of people, so was the entrance leading to our building, and most of the seven floors. I have no idea who all those people were and I never will but that day I was glad even in death was father was loved. The massive gathering that his death saw would a super-spreader event. There were 150+ people. But, if he was alive today then I know he would have been out volunteering and helping. I am glad that he isn’t around anymore. Because if I had to say goodbye to my father the way India is forced to right now then it would have broken me for several lifetimes.

The nation has failed us. A nation that he and I so loved. I am glad that he isn’t around anymore to see this. If he had died after volunteering with 5 people at his funeral, a non-conformist like me would have thought of violence as a legitimate option. I do not encourage harm to anyone or anything. I do not believe in hell or heaven. But the current Union Cabinet and PM deserve a fitting end in hell for their sins. The blood of 175,000 is on their hands but they seem incumbered. For them everything is an attempt to harm the image of dear leader. Fuck this shit. The country that I once loved is gone and that hurts more than my father dying.

This involuntary salty discharge might be clouding my vision but I have never seen clearer in my life.