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Dear Bubu

 

[With inputs from Shri. Soumendra Choudhury, Scientist F (Retd.)]

Bubu or Bubu-na as we lovingly called him, left for his heavenly abode on the 9th of May 2024 after a brief but painful illness. It was the cruel hands of Cancer that took him away. Truly, the world of Western Medicine hasn't yet matured to handle a disease like Cancer yet. It is with deep grief that we mourn his untimely demise especially, that it is affecting all young hearts beyond what is common in such cases.

I take this opportunity to narrate and describe our best moments that shall be cherished forever.

We're great friends. His elder brother Raja was my colleague during his posting in Gangtok, Sikkim. I used to visit them quite often and often stayed the night enjoying with food and booze as friends do. Being constantly in touch, it is nightmarish plangencies to believe that he is no more. He was an extremely polite and affable person throughout. His health was deteriorating fast but, the doctors tried some alleviation of his distress.

Bubu-na and Nauty used to share Raja's quarter along with Ajit khota, as we used to call him. Ajit used to cook for us, do the dishes and keep the room clean while Bubu-na was a vigilant supervisor. After office, Raja and Nauty would get chicken and fish that Ajit would would cook with great care while we made merry. All cleaning used to take place the day before I used to arrive and, this was a great exercise that used to gobble up their precious after-office time as I was great admirer of cleanliness. I couldn't be less thankful to their endeavours and loved their association and company to the hilt that forms a part of discussions till this day.

The memories of his will be a sad sweet feeling in my heart, of a purer and holier sort than you have known before. I shall preserve and treasure his smiling face for ever. I have no words to express my consolation to his family. May God stretch His kind hand on you all.

Wherever you are Bubu-na, you'll be forever etched in my heart as a sombre and good friend. I convey my thoughts and prayers for his soul to rest in eternal peace!

Death is the liberator of him

whom freedom can not release,

The Physician of his

that medicine can not cure

ॐ शांति : ॐ शांति : ॐ शांति :

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  1. CpkMay 14, 2024 at 8:06 AM

    Thanks Amit for sharing your feelings. Shared with my family.

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