A few photographs of Srikanth, travelling, being with friends and giving his little and crucial inputs.
Some Remembrances
A true environmentalist at heart
A rare human being who did what ever he did with his heart and soul without any expectation in return from OTHERS.
A person who never complained even about his worst enemy
A great soul and a saintly person full of life, always there in the hour of need
Cooking was his forte be it Khichdi or anything it used to be great, he was an expert in making roasted almond fruit-cream
I have an angel on my shoulder.
He whispers in my ear.
His voice is soft and gentle
And no one else can hear.
When I’m tired and lonely
It’s comfort that he brings.
When I’m filled with happiness
I hear his laughter ring.
My Angel’s very close to me
I even know his name.
And though I cannot see him
I love him just the same.
He now has no more suffering
And gone is all his pain.
I believe with all my heart
We’ll someday meet again.
An Angel’s job is taxing
It’s as hard as it can be.
I hope he doesn’t get too tired
Looking after me.
Yes, my Angel’s with me
From morning till the night.
I know as long as he is here
Everything will be alright.
Selfless, an altruist to the core, perpetual smile on his face ……be it Fab India (ready to buy something or the other each time we went there) or be it Cafe coffe day(CCD), one of our favourite hangouts or our exlusive dinners
His innumerable questions abt the daily serials trying to catch up on wat he’d missed and not to forget the scrumptuous dishes he would prepare.
Once in a lifetime do u get a chance to meet an angel.
I weep as I write this, but that is just because of the finality of his departure and the snapping of corporeal relations and communication. But there is also be plenty to rejoice about. I like to think Shrikant departed happily, looking forward to joining and knowing what lies beyond.
A warm, gentle and affectionate person with principle and firm convictions. He was inquisitive by nature and always made efforts to understand things whether it was biology, other stream of science, social culture and paradigms or human relations. He was always available for all kinds of help to all people who came in his contact whether professional or personal with his warm smiley face.
He was a perfect ‘SHOLA’ as a Shola forest, always standing there without any complaint to friends or enemies and provided warmth and happiness to who ever came in the shade.
I recall his smile – very knowing and mysterious.
Full spirited as we know he always was.
A lovely person, simple in his ways and completely unpretentious to the world. Mostly quiet but forceful in debate when he felt strongly on something.
`Folks,
I came across this poem that had me thinking about Shrikant
“Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle August rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am that swift enlightening rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.”
It does not have a title and is attributed to Mary Frye.
Chau’
