:'( :'( The tale of KALYAN finally ends :'( :'(

Couldn't believe that a fortnight has passed since Kalyan departed his worldly abode. That is how i called him. My mentor, my idol, my deity, my preacher, my well wisher, my teacher, my counselor, my guide, my icon, my hero, my grad-dad and above all the best friend that god could have lent me for 20 odd years. He was the greatest treasure that i always cherished like heaven, which i knew i cannot keep with me for ever, yet failed to come in terms with the reality when it was stolen... rather taken from me with all due respects.

There were no barriers set between us, we conversed on all topics that any two best friends would like to talk about. Yet there was that perfect boundary that each of us knew. Most of the time we journeyed on his memories, which sowed strong virtues and morals in me. He always defended me and brought out the best in me, even when i was guilty of my mistakes :):). That was he, always backing me for what ever i was worthy of :):)

HERO MAJESTIC mopped was the vehicle that carried him to all corners of the city. True to its name, it carried him majestically. Unlike my cousins, I was blessed to spend most part of my childhood under his supervision. He advises very rarely and when he does that, i know, i have done something seriously wrong. He always chuckled for all my mistakes and a comical one liner gushed out of his mouth which made me realise my mistake.

He preached what he practised. I was told not to expect anything from anyone at any point of time, even from the dearest of the dear. True to that, he demonstrated the same till his last breath.

"என்ன கல்யான்", that is how i always addressed him, that was a privilege he lent me which no one could snatch from me, a privilage that was envied even by his kids, a phrase eagerly looked forward by him always...even in his last days, he just looked up and smiled at me the second the words came out dancing from my mouth. A smile that adored his beautiful face which showed all signs of pain that he was living with. Even at the age of 95 he never complained about his inability or his pain, he tolerated them all with his supreme will power. A will power that will be hard to find in the generations to come.

"எப்படி டா இருக்க?", this was always the question that was put before me in the last seven years, whenever we met. "பரமசொவ்க்கியம்", was the answer expected from me. Anything other than that, will bring in a concerned look to his face. That is how he gauges me, my mood and my mind. Whenever i said that, he will let out a huge laugh and adored me for my precise selection of words....

A high tide of thoughts is flooding my mind, paralysing me from writing any further...I will always miss him, for what he was, for what he has given me...he is the first architect for whatever i am today and for whatever i maybe in the future. He is responsible for all the virtues vested in me and he is entitled for all the praises that is showered on me....

No longer i can cheerfully call "Kalyan".....i cannot contain reminiscence in a blog....a hero whom i always adored....

RIP