अच्छेद्योऽयमदाह्योऽयमक्लेद्योऽशोष्य एव च |
नित्य: सर्वगत: स्थाणुरचलोऽयं सनातन: ||
The soul is unbreakable and insoluble, and can be neither burned nor dried. He is everlasting, all-pervading, unchangeable, immovable and eternally the same.
Bhagvad Gita|| 2.24||
Yash landed in this world on the bright morning of 29th October 1968 to enliven and beautify so many lives including mine.
His energy always shined like a beacon of positivity and his persona exuded deep warmth. One can never forget his eyes dancing with mischief and the corners of his eye crinkling up when he laughed, which he did often.
His witty one-liners were sure to crack up the ones who knew him well and fox the new entrants whom he loved to baffle. He was the perfect gentleman. Ever graceful and thoughtful of others, he had the rare ability to see the other side of the coin very well. His capacity to always see the silver lining in every situation, effervescent sprit and his never say never attitude is stuff legends are made of. He often used to say his attitude towards life was inspired by his blood group (B+) BE POSITIVE.
He was a foodie to core. He always maintained you never really travelled well until you savored every food specialty there was to try in that destination. In his own words, he lived to eat and relishing good food was akin to attaining nirvana.
He always knew what he wanted from life and chased it with enviable focus and conviction. That’s how he found me, his soulmate. He loved to recall that moment when he saw me across the room and asked Ally, “who is that girl in yellow?” When Ally asked him why he responded “she is my soulmate and I am going to marry her!” Ally laughed and said boy you don’t even know her name to which he responded “that’s the only thing I don’t know about her.“
He loved his “band of brothers” as he called them, his brothers-in-law, Manu and Shailesh, deeply. He was extremely close to his elder sister, Vanita didi. They were each other’s rocks. His special relationship with Deepu, his sis-in-law was remarkable. Zaina was his little princess, his special slice of heaven as he called her. She changed his life forever, made him stop and smell the flowers so to say. Aryaman was his pride and joy, someone he confessed he learnt from too. He was his son, his buddy and his confidant. Yash was Yaaron da Yaar, Laale de Jaan, Burfi, Jaanu and Methai Lal and much more to his buddies. He always found love and joy in his deep connect with his huge list of friends.
He had and has and will always have, so much love to give that it cannot be espoused in a life time.
A very dear friend wrote this for me the night Yashu told me, “Till we meet again………”