People die. My grandfather passed away. I am not sure if I have processed it well or not at all. A life that started in a mother's arms, in a remote village. A kid who must have been innocent, cute or naughty. A young man who decided to leave the farms and see the city life. A man who married and had to see some of his children die at a young age. A father of four sons who decided to bring his family to the city to give his children better opportunities in life. A man who saw his sons marriages. A grandfather to eight grandchildren from 2 to 28 years old. He began a family tree which started from a village. He gave his son the platform to become an engineer. His grandson studied in some of the best colleges of the country and has been to other countries too. It was all built on the base of that one man. This is not an eulogy. I don't think I can do justice to it. This is just an astonishment at how much a man achieves in his lifetime and how many stories might still be hidden in his heart when he takes his last breath.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Not an Eulogy
People die. My grandfather passed away. I am not sure if I have processed it well or not at all. A life that started in a mother's arms, in a remote village. A kid who must have been innocent, cute or naughty. A young man who decided to leave the farms and see the city life. A man who married and had to see some of his children die at a young age. A father of four sons who decided to bring his family to the city to give his children better opportunities in life. A man who saw his sons marriages. A grandfather to eight grandchildren from 2 to 28 years old. He began a family tree which started from a village. He gave his son the platform to become an engineer. His grandson studied in some of the best colleges of the country and has been to other countries too. It was all built on the base of that one man. This is not an eulogy. I don't think I can do justice to it. This is just an astonishment at how much a man achieves in his lifetime and how many stories might still be hidden in his heart when he takes his last breath.
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This is called life. We know some daring people of that generation has taken a big step which was quite different from their counterparts. Decided to leave their land, families and friends to find out a new world, At that time just to earn some extra pennies to give their families a better life. Without any huge ambitions but a dream to live differently. Which is itself was a herculean task. No doubt they compromised a lot, worked very hard and make their life a success story. I don’t know how much it matters to general world and I even don’t care but not doubt in my vision they are the real heroes.
Chacha Ji is also one of them and he has proved that a simple, humble and average man can also write a success story just with a clear vision and hard work.
May his soul rest in peace and God grant strength to all of us.
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