Farewell, Gaurav Kapur.

I knew of you since you were a child. I came to know you just some years back. And day before yesterday I came to know that you are no more in this world. You died in your sleep.

Farewell, Gaurav. I pray that your soul is in peace and that you are born to parents who love you and understand you. I pray that you make something of your new life and not waste it away like this one. Hope you can rise from the dust and make towers for yourself by sheer perseverance and hard work.

You were so handsome to look at. Tall, fair and extremely intelligent. Why you couldn't come out of your rich comforts, is what I fail to understand. I wish you had persued higher studies, used the money to go abroad and learn music. You even dreamed of becoming an actor but never worked hard to get work. You were too affluent to go and 'ask' for anything.
You chose not to struggle for anything. You gave up too easily. Life presents you with many opportunities to make use of. If it didn't gift you with a loving family, it did give you intelligence and talent to get out and do something on your own. But you didn't.

The choice was all yours, Gaurav. You chose the film of your life to be a tragedy. It's finally come to an end.

He was a real Nowhere Man
Sitting in his Nowhere Land
Making all his Nowhere Plans
For Nobody.

 Nowhere Man, please listen,
You didn't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world was at your command.

He was blind as he could be
Just saw what he wanted to see
Nowhere Man didn't you see anything at all?

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