Grandpa...

Should have written this long back.
Just needed some time...Actually needed a break..
There is never a dearth of time no matter how busy you are.
Or so I believe...All I need is the illusion that I am off.

There are some people in life who are a symbol of constancy,
an anchor which you just need to hold on to when everything
else just seems to wobble.

My grandpa was such a personality.Everything about him was just
perfect.His routine,his life style,his achievements,his hobbies
and interests...just about everything.

Even his interest in religion was so clock worked that gods must
have felt bad if they didn't respond back to his timely prayers.

But as much as he was a firm believer in the divine,he was more
concerned with what was in front of him,the life as we see it now.

And when he left this place,he made sure that he was not
cremated,and that his body would be donated to a medical
school.
To be studied,understood and above all,imparted meaning to...
Isn't this all that matters...meaning...in your actions...

Grandpa...you extended that search for meaning longer than a lot of
people could even think of...Miss you...


Saw him there,day after day,
Shaping his life,from that baby's clay.

Those walks,silent,sprinkled with a question or two,
Always about future,steered clear of past,no rue.

Days,a clockwork,but never a clocks slave,
For Time,not his enemy,no actions,a close shave.

A pole star,sure,constant,guiding through dark,
I am a little lost Grandpa,trying,treading,tracing your marks...