And...HE Lives On......

A frail old man, abound in misery and wretchedness; that’s the caricature I would have drawn of you if I hadn’t known you as closely as I did. This world will always remember you as a “speck in the cosmos” in all probability. Or perhaps, you will not be remembered at all after a few years from now. After all, you weren’t a mighty warrior or a great poet as long as you lived. Neither were you a famous discoverer nor a founder of some school of thought. You weren’t even someone who philanthropically donated billions in charity. Not even a penny, did you?

But you were special – very special because you were “a frail old man, abound in misery and wretchedness” who not only knew how to live in it, but also to outlive it ; to be a part of it and still be unruffled by it. You never demanded a bit more than what was offered to you and it never bothered you. You did not spend long hours in peaceful meditation trying to find the answers of life but you were unperturbed by any question that life threw at your face. You performed all your duties like a holy prayer– in an honest and dedicated manner. I cannot recollect a moment when you spoke in a high-pitched voice , not even in any extreme circumstance. Even when all those who, you had given your life to, left you and embraced the rest, you did not complain. You did not even curse the goddess of health when she withdrew her succour and sucked it all out of your mortal figure. You had only simple ground rules – DO what you are supposed to do and LOVE all. That summarized all the complexities and mysteries in the world for you.

You were a sweet heart forever and indeed more GRAND than THE FATHER himself , my dearest grandpa.

And everytime I realize that you aren’t around me, I sense a phantom limb pain.
I am not sure if people retain their eyes and ears long after they are dead, but if you are around watching me or listening to me, just hear this – You will be loved as long as I live. All that you lived for, will be preserved in essence and in spirit until I breathe.

O papaji ! You will live on !