Dada...........

He was born into the most affluent family in the village. He had all till he was 10. Then his family went into debt.He lost his father at 14.Suddenly, he was the head of a family of 4.And had no money. He decided to move away from the village into the city. During those days, he got entwined into the freedom struggle. School suffered. At the threat of being thrown out of school, he managed to get 58% in Std. 10. After getting 6% in his prelim exams.He got accepted into a technical college. He needed a document for it. He didn't have it. It was the weekend, and the court was closed. He would have to go to the District Magistrate for it. The DM lived far. Very far. He didn't have money, so he walked to the DM's place. 6 hours away. And back.He got a scholarship. Did his diploma in textile engineering.All the while, he worked to get his family out of debt. He put his youngest sister through medical school. His younger brother was made into a Chemical engineer.He shifted to Bombay. Started working in a textile mill.Worked his way up. Travelled to UK, Germany, Mauritius, France, US on work.Started a family.Had two sons. Didn't have money but sent one to the US on loans, knowing he wanted to go. Became " well-settled" in life. He retired as the President of the mills. Wasn't content with retirement. Went to work as honorary secretary/president/chair with a social organisation. Used to work 9 to 5 or more. For free.

He saved my life.I had fever.......107F. My mother was trying unsuccessfully to bring it down. He came home, saw me and dumped my 3 yr old burning body into a tub of ice-cold water.He taught me swimming.The trip I took with him to Panchgani was my first trip without my parents.He taught me cycling there.He taught me cricket when we were back home.He was hell-proud of me.He took me to the beach one day with him at 4am.He used to take me to the beach for breakfast parties he and his friends used to have. He was the first one to tell me how to hold a car's steering wheel when he was driving me down somewhere.He stopped eating paan when I asked him not to.Always eager to learn new things, he learned email, MS-Office and developed a love for sizzlers.

Before I left for the US, he said if health permits, we'll come visit you. And told me that it was a crime to spend money earned in India in the US.He was my role-model.He always had words of advise for me.

I spoke to him on Sunday. After 15 days. Felt good to hear him happy and cheerful. Now, I will never be able to speak to him.He breathed his last on Tuesday,October 30th. And I couldn't be there with him in his last moments because I was here, so far away.

He lived life the way it should have been lead.He rose from nothing. To something.Meant everything to so many people.And he never hurt anyone along the way.Graceful in actions and words, he was amazing in all senses of the word.

He was my grandfather.