31st August 1997: Although a mere child of 7, I vividly remember being dumb-struck as my mother broke the news to me; Princess Diana, the Princess of Wales had passed away. The sole memory I have of the Princess, is an image of her on BBC News, in a helmet and flak jacket visiting the minefield in Angola. I have never had the honour of meeting Her Royal Highness, but the news of her death seemed to chip off a part of my heart. I had come across death before. But at the tender age of 7, I was under the impression that life was a cycle – you age and turn wrinkly and old, and die. I could not comprehend how someone so young and graceful is no longer with us. I realised although life was a cycle, the Almighty sometimes takes away a handful of shining stars from the Earth to keep him company in Heaven. As I listened to the magical voice of Elton John sing ’Candle in the Wind’, a single drop of tear trickled down. Death seemed cruel.
9th October 2006: Almost a decade on, death no longer filled my heart with sorrow. With age, I had mastered the art of ’letting go’. Or so I thought.
Snooker has always been a sport that I admire, and in Paul Hunter, I had found myself a snooker god. A multiple Master champion, Paul was gifted with magnificent skills, stunning looks and a charming personality. If ever snooker needed an ambassador, you need not look beyond Paul Hunter. His Masters win against Ronnie O Sullivan, despite trailing almost all throughout the match, was simply scintillating. Paul had the ability to generate an aura, and was adored by everyone in the world of snooker. On the 6th of April 2005, Paul Hunter announced that he was suffering from a rare form of cancer, and was undergoing chemotherapy. After battling for a year with his condition, he bravely returned to the snooker circuit. It seemed that all was well. But on the 9th of October 2006, Paul Hunter, the ’Man with the Golden Cue’ lost the battle. And a decade on, the hollow feeling of loss felt like dejavu.
I have no doubts that Paul Hunter would have gone onto be a world champion at some stage of his career. But aged just 27, death had yet again robbed the world of a true champion.
23rd July 2011: I was never a huge fan of Amy Winehouse. I admired her song writing talent and loved her powerful vocals. If Death had to wrestle to seize the souls of Lady Diana and Paul Hunter, Amy Winehouse had invited Death for a ‘cuppa‘. However, it has made me realise that no matter how talented you are and how large your fan base may be, your life is not certain. And from time to time death will prevent stars from turning into legends, just as if to remind us that ‘you are not in control of your destiny‘.
“ Since the day of my birth, Death began its walk. He is walking towards me, without hurrying” – Jean Cocteau
Omer Chowdhury
26.07.2011