SHARED THOUGHTS. 12.10.2014.
Losing a very dear friend…
What are some of the feelings one might feel when a friend passes away..
from throbbing life to inert state. When someone who is special to us is
gone it can be difficult to continue living life as before.... things that
were special enough to share with your friend, suddenly begin to seem
pointless when you don’t have that special person to share it with. All of
the things you did together are reminders of the loss that you have
suffered.
It is rare to see people who are so alive every waking moment. If you know
of any such person… picture him/her … does he/she have an unending reservoir
of energy, always brimming with plans for the day and beyond, effortlessly
bringing smile on everyone around, wit from wisdom being a natural trait,
having multifaceted interests, easy conversationalist on any topic, always
cool and even tempered.. all in all, one would consider such people to be
rare indeed.
God has not made many people so perfect.
A very dear friend of mine belongs to this elite and diminishing breed. With
the pressures of modern day living it is impossible to come across so many
such positives, all rolled into one person, amidst our urban surroundings..
perhaps one may come across such noble souls, far & few.. hidden within the
rural landscapes, contented within their humble means and blissfully
ignorant to break the shackles to go further.
My friend, Veera Kerala Varma was one such individual whom God modeled to be
the perfect man. Perhaps after infusing life into a few, HE gave up thinking
this will not be workable model.
Varma.. He was so full of life, that there was simply no role for Death to
play a part in his life.... yet, Death snatched him away, the only way Death
could.. in a flash and it is all over.. and in this respect, Death did not
win.. Varma cheated Death, without even knowing the pain & ache associated
when Death wins..!!
A GOLDEN HEART STOPPED BEATING,
A BEAUTIFUL SMILE AT REST,
GOD BROKE OUR HEARTS
TO PROVE HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST.
I was literally laughing with him one weekend and the next is his funeral…
he was planning to cook some special meals for us on a day, which ended up
as his funeral. The shock still reverberates today and I constantly stumble
over the realization that he’s gone.. As I try to accept his Death, I have
an uncomfortable thought.. that I I fancy, I have a long time to live and I
have to live without him around.. this does not appear interesting.. or
rather, how much more fun filled my remaining years would have been with him
and his jolly good family around, too.
Varma and I connected first 22 years ago. The chemistry between us was
instant… we were able to process joys and heartaches over countless ‘totes’,
volumes of inside jokes conspired to form a language that was all our own.
Without him, it seems I am losing this language entirely. He could make a
joke out of every occasion just as much as every occasion can be a joke with
that twinkle in his eyes conjuring up a smile of mischief, even as he lay in
a hospital bed recently..
Varma.. you would never know, how much we miss you. You Closed your eyes on
us forever.. heart not beating, but living for ever in all of us who will
treasure our times with you..
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Have a peaceful week ahead all of you,
MOHANDAS. KP.
http://mohandas-sharedthoughts.blogspot.com/
Losing a very dear friend…
What are some of the feelings one might feel when a friend passes away..
from throbbing life to inert state. When someone who is special to us is
gone it can be difficult to continue living life as before.... things that
were special enough to share with your friend, suddenly begin to seem
pointless when you don’t have that special person to share it with. All of
the things you did together are reminders of the loss that you have
suffered.
It is rare to see people who are so alive every waking moment. If you know
of any such person… picture him/her … does he/she have an unending reservoir
of energy, always brimming with plans for the day and beyond, effortlessly
bringing smile on everyone around, wit from wisdom being a natural trait,
having multifaceted interests, easy conversationalist on any topic, always
cool and even tempered.. all in all, one would consider such people to be
rare indeed.
God has not made many people so perfect.
A very dear friend of mine belongs to this elite and diminishing breed. With
the pressures of modern day living it is impossible to come across so many
such positives, all rolled into one person, amidst our urban surroundings..
perhaps one may come across such noble souls, far & few.. hidden within the
rural landscapes, contented within their humble means and blissfully
ignorant to break the shackles to go further.
My friend, Veera Kerala Varma was one such individual whom God modeled to be
the perfect man. Perhaps after infusing life into a few, HE gave up thinking
this will not be workable model.
Varma.. He was so full of life, that there was simply no role for Death to
play a part in his life.... yet, Death snatched him away, the only way Death
could.. in a flash and it is all over.. and in this respect, Death did not
win.. Varma cheated Death, without even knowing the pain & ache associated
when Death wins..!!
A GOLDEN HEART STOPPED BEATING,
A BEAUTIFUL SMILE AT REST,
GOD BROKE OUR HEARTS
TO PROVE HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST.
I was literally laughing with him one weekend and the next is his funeral…
he was planning to cook some special meals for us on a day, which ended up
as his funeral. The shock still reverberates today and I constantly stumble
over the realization that he’s gone.. As I try to accept his Death, I have
an uncomfortable thought.. that I I fancy, I have a long time to live and I
have to live without him around.. this does not appear interesting.. or
rather, how much more fun filled my remaining years would have been with him
and his jolly good family around, too.
Varma and I connected first 22 years ago. The chemistry between us was
instant… we were able to process joys and heartaches over countless ‘totes’,
volumes of inside jokes conspired to form a language that was all our own.
Without him, it seems I am losing this language entirely. He could make a
joke out of every occasion just as much as every occasion can be a joke with
that twinkle in his eyes conjuring up a smile of mischief, even as he lay in
a hospital bed recently..
Varma.. you would never know, how much we miss you. You Closed your eyes on
us forever.. heart not beating, but living for ever in all of us who will
treasure our times with you..
=============================================================\
Have a peaceful week ahead all of you,
MOHANDAS. KP.
http://mohandas-sharedthoughts.blogspot.com/
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