Aaya hai to jayega...

Hello all. It’s been a long time since we had a talk. Today I was totally drenched in the juice of ambivalency. It was the time when I happily went to board my train. I was overjoyed as usual. But due to the cyclone ‘Laila’, my train was cancelled. I was planning to go for next available train for Varanasi when I learnt that I have no time. My Grandfather had expired a few days ago and I have to reach there as soon as possible for his ‘Daswa’. My parents didn’t tell me this because they had a thought that I might lose concentration from studies and final exams. Now when I am writing this, the memories of my Baba (Yes that is what we use to call him with love) are just unfolding in a random fashion. The only solace is that his death wasn’t painful and neither his life was depended upon others. He was on his own till his last breath. It was past the midnight when he got a heart attack. He was immediately taken to a hospital where after a few hours, he said goodbye to this mortal land.
My Grandfather was raised in a middle class family where he was biggest among all his siblings. Naturally, he took the responsibility of all his brothers and sister. He had immense love for acting and he also did theatre for fun. He will be always a source of inspiration for me in time management. He was always used to outclass the young brigade of our family with his agility and quickness even in his sixty’s and seventy’s. He was in the habit of washing his own clothes and did every bit of his own work (irrespective of its genre). Although we have had several bashing and ass whipping sessions organised by him, but all that will now perish in the dunes of time and will leave behind its memories. Memories of love and him.
And one more thing happened. My semester exams were started on tenth of May. That day I told my friends a special style in which my Grandfather used to recite my name. It’s like ‘Binaaay’. (Vinayak was turned to Binayak in the first place and eventually ‘k’ went silent). So, they all started imitating it. Every time that special notation was used to call my name and it actually reminded me of him. It also continued today till we were unaware of the fact that he had left his holy body on Fourteenth. I felt like in whatever manner he was close to me in his last days.
Also my brother told me that he (Baba) said once that fifteenth May would be his last day. He died at four o’ clock on fifteenth. Intuition or what? Don’t know.
Anyway, this is the ultimate truth, You have to die some day. All that matter is how useful you can make your life.
In Kabir Ji's words:
आया है तो जायेगा राजा, रंक, फ़कीर |
एक सिंघासन चढ़ी चले, एक बंधे जात जंजीर | |

                                                            REST IN PEACE BABA.