Although I never actually met him, I’ve heard stories about his determination and zeal to win. This boy didn’t play a sport nor was he a merit scholar. He was just eighteen and fighting against God, if you will, to keep on living. Crippled with cancer of the lymph nodes, he was bedridden for a majority of the last two years. He was bright, I was told. He wanted to become a computer engineer. He had already started the course through distance learning. But fate was cruel. It is incidents like these that are the reason I don’t believe in God. I don’t see anything that this boy could have possibly done to deserve this.
I will never know the pain that he went through, the pain that his parents experienced just seeing their child everyday. He knew that his end was near and he accepted it with courage. I don’t know anyone who could have still continued to want to live after knowing something like that. But he did. He passed away peacefully this evening while in a coma.
But I just know that wherever is he is, he’s happy. In a place free of pain and suffering…a place he can start afresh.
RIP Siddharth. You will always be my idol.
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