RIP Kartar Singh


Kartar Singh woke up this morning, did  his usual happy dance, broke his fast of the last 3 days, and made me very happy.

Then in the afternoon, I found him tail up, his head stuck in the pebbles, dead.

I know Kartar Singh was only a betta fish, but I feel his loss.

Time to resort to the lesson I learned the hard way : Sadness at death is proportional to the level of attachment.

Another one, a corollary, one I had forgotten: Never name a fish.

RIP, Kartar Singh. I’ll miss you.

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13 thoughts on “RIP Kartar Singh

  1. Oh, Damyanti, I’m so sorry! I know how it hurts to lose a fish, especially since so few people understand how you can become so attached to something that isn’t furry.

    I have written him a poem:
    Kartar Singh, thou warrior bold,
    In armor of bright orange-gold,
    May we all fight our fights so true
    Because we learned to fight from you.

    HUGS,
    MA

    • Marian, Thank you.

      I’ve been thinking of Kartar Singh, and this is exactly what I would have said at his funeral, if I had one. Only I may not have managed to say it as beautifully as you have done in this poem.

      Thank you once again, and hugs,
      Damyanti

  2. It’s hard not to name them, though, especially Betta fish. Mine, named Shark, lived five years before I found him fin-up after coming home from work. It’s just sad to see such vibrant creatures leave, and especially because they’re a fixture in your house.
    RIP Kartar
    Sara

  3. Thanks everyone, for your comments. I’m sure Kartar SIngh would have loved to hear you say such kind things about him!

    He certainly was an interesting little warrior. We all fight ourselves some time or the other. But few take it quite as seriously and personally as he did.

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  5. Thank you so much for your comment on Skydiaries…which, in turn, helped me find you! You are a wonderful writer–and I look forward to coming back here for a visit. Best, LynnB.

  6. Oh no! At least he’ll go down in history as a fish with one of the best names ever.

    I want to second bornstoryteller’s suggestion to give Kartar a warriors funeral. It seems only fitting.

  7. Please give him a warriors funeral, at least. Float him out on a burning raft while you pound your chest and sing songs of his fierceness!

    Farewell, Kartar. Your name goes into the annuls of Valhalla.

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