…AND A TEAR ROLLED DOWN MY CHEEK
-A TRIBUTE
Something disturbed me. I woke up and threw a glance at the clock, it struck 4. I dozed off again. After about 5 mins. I was disturbed by a sound, this time I was sure something had wakened me up. It was the sound of cries; there was no second opinion about the reason. My grandfather sh. PARAM ANAND GIRDHER had passed away. “About a month of pain and suffering had finally ended with his last breath.” I thought, and jumped to my feet. About 2 hrs. of sleep had left me ruffled.
The sun rose and the preparations for the funerals were made. The “ANTIM YATRA” started. The last journey had begun. At the crematorium the body was surrendered to the holy fire. The body would be transformed into the 5 basic elements of which it constituted, ‘agni’, ‘prithvi’, ‘jal’, ‘aakash’, ‘pawan’.
I had to return to the college the very same day as my exams started the day after. I was all alone in the bus. With no one beside me my mind wandered into the world of super humanity, all the memories of that departed soul came to me in leaps and bounds.
A very well known figures among his family and friends sh. P.N.GIRDHER often referred to, as ‘Pradhan Ji’ by his friends was a man to look up to. Modesty, simplicity and justice came naturally to him. He was a man of principles, as every one around him knew, he always used to work for the society. Hard work was his companion and compassion was his friend.
A man made for justice, his judgments raised neither brows nor fingers just settled hearts. He was known as one of the most dedicated and adamant person around to his family and friends. These two traits of that great soul were clear to everyone who came in contact with this pleasing personality.
Work meant a lot to him. May be that’s the reason he decided to keep himself engaged in some kind of activity all his life. Sitting idle was something he would never accept.
“An idle being is attacked by diseases.”
He used to say
“I move my body so that it keeps moving”
was another of his regularly used sentenced when questioned on the physical exertion he used to impose on himself.
His planning and vision were simply too advanced for us to understand. His ability to plan huge events with minutest of detailing left everyone awestruck. A true visionary, his ways of doing things were noble.
The impressive dimension he used to add to an issue made him one of the most dynamic and enigmatic of speakers. His views towards life were revolutionary, he could have written books but he preferred to physically work towards the improvisation of society.
“KARMA KAR PHAL KI ICCHA MAT KAR”
seemed to be his motto in life. A soul so great that scaled the unscaled heights of popularity and justice. A soul so sensitive, as to be unable to tolerate a tear in an eye. A soul so humble, as to give away his everything without expecting credit. A soul so dynamic, so as to deject every single tear had left hundreds of people with millions of tears and billions of memories.
The soul had left the world for his heavenly adobe. It continued on it’s path towards ‘nirvana’, moving as step closer to the ‘moksha’.
He had led the life of a saint, experiencing happiness as a social return for service to the society. He was a delight to work with as he used to work selflessly, truly signifying his name “PARAM ANAND GIRDHER”, my grandfather.
“will we never be able to see him again?”, “will we never be able to seek his advice?” “will he never again be there to help us out?” “will he never again guide us?” “will he never again provide solace when we are sad?” “will we never again see him shed tears in times of our achievements?” all these thoughts occupied my mind, …….. and a tear rolled down my cheek.
- a berieved grandson
-A TRIBUTE
Something disturbed me. I woke up and threw a glance at the clock, it struck 4. I dozed off again. After about 5 mins. I was disturbed by a sound, this time I was sure something had wakened me up. It was the sound of cries; there was no second opinion about the reason. My grandfather sh. PARAM ANAND GIRDHER had passed away. “About a month of pain and suffering had finally ended with his last breath.” I thought, and jumped to my feet. About 2 hrs. of sleep had left me ruffled.
The sun rose and the preparations for the funerals were made. The “ANTIM YATRA” started. The last journey had begun. At the crematorium the body was surrendered to the holy fire. The body would be transformed into the 5 basic elements of which it constituted, ‘agni’, ‘prithvi’, ‘jal’, ‘aakash’, ‘pawan’.
I had to return to the college the very same day as my exams started the day after. I was all alone in the bus. With no one beside me my mind wandered into the world of super humanity, all the memories of that departed soul came to me in leaps and bounds.
A very well known figures among his family and friends sh. P.N.GIRDHER often referred to, as ‘Pradhan Ji’ by his friends was a man to look up to. Modesty, simplicity and justice came naturally to him. He was a man of principles, as every one around him knew, he always used to work for the society. Hard work was his companion and compassion was his friend.
A man made for justice, his judgments raised neither brows nor fingers just settled hearts. He was known as one of the most dedicated and adamant person around to his family and friends. These two traits of that great soul were clear to everyone who came in contact with this pleasing personality.
Work meant a lot to him. May be that’s the reason he decided to keep himself engaged in some kind of activity all his life. Sitting idle was something he would never accept.
“An idle being is attacked by diseases.”
He used to say
“I move my body so that it keeps moving”
was another of his regularly used sentenced when questioned on the physical exertion he used to impose on himself.
His planning and vision were simply too advanced for us to understand. His ability to plan huge events with minutest of detailing left everyone awestruck. A true visionary, his ways of doing things were noble.
The impressive dimension he used to add to an issue made him one of the most dynamic and enigmatic of speakers. His views towards life were revolutionary, he could have written books but he preferred to physically work towards the improvisation of society.
“KARMA KAR PHAL KI ICCHA MAT KAR”
seemed to be his motto in life. A soul so great that scaled the unscaled heights of popularity and justice. A soul so sensitive, as to be unable to tolerate a tear in an eye. A soul so humble, as to give away his everything without expecting credit. A soul so dynamic, so as to deject every single tear had left hundreds of people with millions of tears and billions of memories.
The soul had left the world for his heavenly adobe. It continued on it’s path towards ‘nirvana’, moving as step closer to the ‘moksha’.
He had led the life of a saint, experiencing happiness as a social return for service to the society. He was a delight to work with as he used to work selflessly, truly signifying his name “PARAM ANAND GIRDHER”, my grandfather.
“will we never be able to see him again?”, “will we never be able to seek his advice?” “will he never again be there to help us out?” “will he never again guide us?” “will he never again provide solace when we are sad?” “will we never again see him shed tears in times of our achievements?” all these thoughts occupied my mind, …….. and a tear rolled down my cheek.
- a berieved grandson
