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on March 22, 2009

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The 4 Am Alarm - "Wake Up To Life!"

Papa (Papaji), your alarm rang twice today—once at 4 a.m., the hour you rose for your morning Gurugita chanting and to send your thoughtful greetings to your long list of loved ones. And again at 4 p.m., when your warm cup of tea would signal the beginning of your evening aarti and havan routine. That alarm—never once snoozed, never ignored now went on and on waiting for your attention. You surely left a clear message for all of us in self discipline. Throughout your life you guided us to abide in silence, value time and practice self-restraint. Be grateful and compassionate for all. Follow one path that leads to divinity-the path led by the guru. Even in your stillness, Papa, you continue to guide. "God took you with Him so peacefully, as if you had fallen asleep in the lap of serenity—gently, gracefully exiting the physical realm. You cared so deeply and sincerely that it left an indomitable mark on our spirits .Even in your own pain, you never failed to ask others how ...

Never, Never, Never Give Up

Life never gave you the option to be weak or vulnerable, so you became the lion of our pack — standing tall with your two cubs, now grown into lionesses, walking beside you through the most challenging five years of your journey. The day you returned from the States, we were overjoyed. Mummy was beyond happy, and the kids were thrilled to have their ever-positive, smiling grandfather back. None of us could have imagined that this homecoming would lead into the most testing phase of your life — and ours. From the severe bout of Covid that kept you in the ICU for 15 days with no contact with us… to the knee replacement surgery in Ahmedabad that went wrong, followed by multiple operations and procedures to fight the stubborn infection in your leg. Then came the amputation, the gruelling rehabilitation, and your strength in learning to walk again with a prosthetic leg. Just when we thought the worst had passed, new battles began — lung infections, kidney complications, and finally, your he...

Coma

every day a little the grey beeping walls collapsed code blue … code blue final attempt— five storms in his fragile body and as I rushed I knew it was him… papa! his best-loved doctor’s face pale brows knitted together… his words —“ call everyone !” numbed eleven days of silence his body breathing through machines his free spirit already elsewhere before his final goodbye soft wordless as if he was fading through our fingers my heart screamed into the void voiceless all battles lost or maybe he was giving us time the dilemma of tubes the cruelty of choice keep him bound to wires or let the stars take him back the heart gave way we lost him or perhaps God found him— the healer the one who grants mercy where hospitals cannot years of struggle ended a door opened he walked through and grief flows like a river ebbs and falls with the moon it denies it gnaws even in dreams grief makes me a shell and I do not know if I shall ever wake from this coma || Shivoham Shivoham Shivoham ||

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