That you were one of the most Towering Thinkers of our times, the most effective Manager at work – are facts that made me proud of being related to with you thru blood.
But that’s nothing!
The fact that you were “there” whenever we faced the toughest challenges of life and helped us tide over what even God could not – is something that makes me feel totally powerless today.
Did you really have to go? So young? Were you so badly needed there?
Its normal for all of us now to say that we must uphold your values and that will be the best tribute to you and all the blah… but that doesn’t answer my question… Where do I call next time – I am in deep trouble?
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nowhere, u have to live with the reality that, yes, you have lost a friend – who has always been a call away. We can just pray – peace be upon his soul.
if ever there will be one like him i will tell u but for now there is not even a shoulder to put my head and cry…. to share my sorrow and greif.
Each one of us leave footprints and he sure left his. I dont know if he was a good manager but for sure i know he was a great human being. All i can say to his family is no words can wipe your pain or undo the loss but the truth that he acheived it all in such a short span of time is remarkable.
I can never forget the moment that during my loss how he cleaned up just tirelessly picked up all the water, cleaned up the apartment and all and without a word…silently….not that it was expected of him…just the fact that he wanted to be there and do his bit of being a wonderful humanbeing. The loss is immense and in this time of grief all we can do is pray for his soul to be in peace.
Rajaji…as we called him was truly a King. A king is known by his magnanimity, than by what he possesses. A man of not-so-few words, this is probably the quality which endeared me to him effortlessly. Willing to discuss anything under the roof from Banking to Oil to Management to the Ambani brothers squabble, he was an Oracle on current affairs.
When papa moved on to the other world, he was one of the few who was there to provide whatever assistance he could…..
Truly as sahabji mentioned, he was always available a phone call away whenever there was a problem.
….while i assimilate my memories, i will write another one so that i can pen a fitter ode to King….
Monga saab, as I affectionately called him, is now in his Heavely abode and the news itself is a shock but then it was meant to be.
He must be most probably remincing about what he accomplished and shared during the time of his journey through the Human world, we all know as LIFE.
I have steadily lost the most important people and in my journey, Grandaddy, Ammaji, Amaji, Bhaisahab Mama and God only knows how many more such losses I have to bear during my journey.
Each time, one feels distraught and the will to live seems to disappear.
Each day of my journey, I feel, is reducing my time here in this world and making me more fearful of the approaching deadline to pass on to the other world.
Each passing day is making me ponder and think, how and where would all my lost loved ones be in the next world.
Each passing day is telling me how little a time do I have to share happiness, spread cheer and look after everyone I adore and love.
Each passing day is telling me how less a time, do I have to make up to those I have offended or fought with.
Each passing day is telling me how less I have in terms of both experiences and knowledge to share with the more fortunate.
Each passing day is letting me know how little I have earned to share among the lesser fortunate.
Each day passing day is telling me how much more Love, I need to recieve from those who love me.
Each passing day is reminding me about how lathargic we have been with all the people, who depend on us and those who we depend upon, to not have grabbed each one of them and hugged them and not let go.
Each passing night gives me a resolve to stay as alive as possible for as many dawns as possible to keep the legacy of every lost one alive and leave a legacy in this world.
Monga saab, sure has left behind a legacy worth emulating.
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Baiji, as we called him. He always wished good for people he knew and went out of his way to help who ever came to him.
I will always remember his advices and his concern for all the kids in our clan.
One important pillar of our family is gone and is gone unnecessarily at such young age. He longed and wished to have our family together and tried his best till his last breath.
I hope and pray we achieve what he believed in.
Peace be upon his soul.
‘Handsome is what handsome does’.
There is no better phrase to describe my dearest mamaji. A man who knew what it was to be a real man.
He played multiple roles all his life and I have never seen anyone play all these roles with as much panache as he did. He was the ideal son, father, husband, brother, friend, boss, manager, subordinate and many more. This is not a loss just to his family, but to the millions of people whose life he touched in small as well as big ways. I always remember him as the man who told me, ” Dont let your talent go wasted. I have great faith in you and I know some day you will be the most coveted poet in the world”. Alas!!! He had more faith in my dreams than I did. I still fondly remember the good old days when every year on my birthday he would never fail to visit with a birthday cake in his hands, even if it meant a three hour journey in the rain from Bombay to Pune. I will never forget the man who was the first to come and last to go when mamma was unwell. I will never forget the man who supported me and my decisions even if they were wrong. I will never forget the man who called me ‘Maharaniji’ and really treated me like one. I will always remain indebted to him for all he did for my parents, even when he wasnt expected to do it. If there ever was a man who lived a useful, helpful and selfless life, it was my dearest mamaji. An honest confession……Of all the losses I have borne so far, this is one loss which pained my heart the most. Dad, you are absolutely right….whom will we call when we are in trouble. May his soul rest in peace.
Jewel in the Crown, was, and shall remain BHAI JI, as I addressed my elder brother Late Sh.R.N.Monga.The Jewel accomplished its wordly mission and respnsibility with utmost perfection.In doing so he rendered selfless advice and service least bothering about any praise,reward and appreciation.He did so not to impress but he considered it as his duty.Continuing from where he has left is the best tribute to him.GOD bless his soul may it rest under lotus feet of SRI NARAYAN