A Few Words By W.H. Auden which I feel would do justice to our feelings for our departed buddies!!!

A Few Words By W.H. Auden which I feel would do justice to our feelings for our departed buddies!!!

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my(Our) North, my(Our) South, my(Our) East, and West. My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good."

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Umesh Umrani


I had a friend, while under training called Umrani... His unique feature was his almost omnipresent smile... it wasn't a half smile or partial smirk.... it was a happy full of joy 32 teeth smile ...... he always had the same joyful smiling disposition, whether he had just returned from a strenuous training session or was heading out for P.T. or was fighting to control the television remote....

He was a fantastic artist... I remember him coming to my room to see a pencil sketch of Marilyn Monroe done by my sweetheart.... He was sketching the same but in colour....
While training, we were almost 40 odd guys together, through thick and thin.. We came really diverse backgrounds and religions but were united by purpose and were a really happy band... One evening we came to know that there had been an accident and Umrani was involved.... The remaining 39 odd guys from couldn't have been more focused in our prayers and united in our fears for the well being of our buddy....
By early morning our darkest fears had been confirmed... He was no more... The sketch he was doing wouldn't be completed by him.... it was for most of us the first brush with death, each of us dealing with the loss, alone in our cabins, in our own confused fashion, each one of us totally alone shattered, scared and traumatised, wondering if our life would ever be the same again... I know most of us went to the temple quietly in one and twos to say a fervent prayer for our friend.... we were however soon to realise that, however frequently one might encounter death, it still never ceases to shake the very foundation ones beliefs... All one learns is, to cover ones shock, camouflage one disbelief of how frail our existence really is.... Umrani was a real good guy.... May he RIP......

P.S. That sketch he had left partially completed was eventually finished by Upendra and gifted by us in memory of our buddy....