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In Rememberance...


DEAR Abhishek,
                     Every day I look at your room, after performing my Pooja,in hope that we both will see each other while offering our prayers to Surya,from our respective hostel room balconies but I find a locked door...the smile which we passed on after seeing was the basic message that the day will be fine for us, and I will always remember that on the fateful day when you left us and this physical abode, we had a discussion on breakfast table regarding Sunderkaand paath with Néeraj Chanchal and Pavitra in temple at hostel premises.
...Then you were running beside me and the last glimpse which is imprinted in my mind is how you were running behind in 100 mt. heats in yellow t-shirt and white shorts and just overtook me and I was looking at you...
...We had few interactions but as it is said in Academy that trek brings best out of you and from the time of selecting you as unanimous choice of our group leader for trek to its end, we subscribed to it. Everything apart from it, the discussions in Dormitory with the group on every topic under the sun and perhaps above it also, we became good friends. The visits to NYPFC outlet and relishing on Pizza’s and burger's and coffee, your participation in adventure sports are going to hurt us forever. 
...And now as I see your Watsapp status, which I make sure do once everyday, it says,
"ACCEPT THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW...KNOWLEDGE WILL FOLLOW." 
What more I can say that still I don't know why this happened and am not sure that any knowledge which is going to come will ever convince me for it. Staying in same dorm and having Pooja in chilling climate of Manali, we often had discussion on faith, religion and spirituality and at the end we had common point that the faith in Shiva was non-negotiable and non-debatable. Our visit to Vasistha kund, Manali where I and Chandulal literally dragged you in Auto and had a memorable time there. How will I forget those moments...?
...Clearing Civil services Exam, in my perception, is a dream of  almost every parent in India and in-spite of all bottlenecks you cleared it. The elated faces at oath-taking ceremony on Commencement of Foundation course was such a proud moment where we all felt like achieving a long-cherished dream and a sense of accomplishment and achievement. We made plans and discussed how to get best of your training at NIFM, Faridabad.
...But see what has happened, accompanying you to Jaipur with your family on 24th November with Neelabh, Jayaram and Saurabh was toughest journey of mine till date where I had to pray to God for giving me courage so that I do not break-down in front of your family. We can’t compensate for the loss which they have to bear but I rest assure you that we will do our best for your family at times needed. 
...Tomorrow we are ready for our Valedictory Ceremony as we have successfully completed our first part of our training process. You were roll no. 1 so you should be there to receive it first from our batch, but you will not be there physically, but I know from somewhere you will be watching us, you will be with us. Your soul may have transmigrated to some different physical appearance as often we had discussion on Punarjanm theory in Hinduism, but I and whole batch in Bhopal is missing you badly.
Please give your blessings to us so that we could do some good to society, to the people.
WE ALL MISS YOU MUCH...PLEASE FORGIVE US...WE LOVED YOU ALOT...

YOUR LOVED ONES FROM,
88TH F.C.



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  1. since childhood you have faced tragedies so much that i had the perception that you are immune to pain and sorrow.. i was wrong ... i pray for abhishek's soul and his family ..time heals wounds but if people like u are in vicinity the healing is quick ..karma and birth-death cycle seem false when one loses ones dear one but at last we hav to accept the destiny...may almighty give the much needed strength to loved ones .

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