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In Memory of a Cat


Ok so Yesterday I killed a cat. Not intentionally mind you. It happened on the road. It came at me suddenly out of nowhere and was under my car wheels in the flash of a second, even before I could slam the brakes……
It was just smashed and I could do nothing to help it. I got out of the car and tried to see if I could help it, but the matter was out of my hands and it was just plastered all over the road. And all the people who had seen it happen were looking at me as if I was a criminal and indeed I felt like one. Shaking and trembling I got back in the car parked on the side of the road and gave way to my tears….. Then I called my Bhabhi and told her about it and she was so concerned for me and immediately offered to come and get me. She consoled me and made sure that I had quietened down and showered me with TLC. In contrast, when I also told my brother about it- his first question was…. Was the car damaged? J
Other than these two I also got hilarious reactions from my other well-wishers….
Like a friend immediately suggested that I should atone by adopting a cat, fair enough.. But bear with me the hilarity is coming.
Another one texted me the number of a priest and said, “Call him. He will tell you what puja is needed!”
Yet another, a male wanted all the gory details and wanted to know whether the head was smashed and did other vehicles also drive over the poor soul. Seriously dude! You need help, urgently!
One person told me “Look this is serious, had you killed a dog it wouldn’t have mattered. But a cat…..Well you need to consult someone” and then she offered to call her Mom and ask what pious measures need to be undertaken. By this time I was fairly over my trauma and controlling my mirth politely refused.
One friend was more specific and said to me, “Was the cat black in colour? If not don’t worry!” I really like you, coz the cat was tawny.
A practical friend wanted to know if I had washed away the gore from my tyres. Shades of OCD? :-)
Yet another bit of philosophy that came my way was that maybe you killed it coz in a past life it had killed you. Aha, the revenge theory…. You are now my best friend forever….
All I can say to end this soliloquy is thanks for all the suggestions. But the bottom line is that I killed another living being, albeit unintentionally and I feel terrible about it. It shall take some time, but the grief shall go away. In the meantime thanks for being there folks! Muah!




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