the most darkest time of my life , when I was deprived."
Word of Mouth :
He Was my RockStar and Still is .I Enjoyed Writing it ,I Cried too
Don't Stop Your self . We are all the pearls of his Bondage.
We know that his deeds cannot be constituted in words .
But Here is a Small Attempt to do that. My Purpose
Would fulfill when this text may give you the inspiration to
make your dream and help you in carrying goal oriented tasks.
I have no worth , to embody something like , i would
like to thank almighty to give me this opportunity.
After Completion i realized that after loosing a gem
you realized it's cost . I Promise i won't again....ram
Akash Mittal
" Hamlet in Suburb of Ghaziabad, called 'Sihani gauv' saw the birth of a legend " today i witnessed his demise , on this chilly winter on 16 jan 2003 at 23:05 admitted in the segregated ICU ,a ventilating machine trying knock the heart of 72 year old to see if some thing left - I Saw that from 6by 6 inch glass window on the rising toes .
------------LALA JI-------------
This text is Dedicated to Late Mr Dayanand aggarwal and my brother prateek bhai who was not there and handeled himself senescely
The DOOMSDAY
It was 8 pm i was snoozing, "hurry megha dede ,please come to B72 " -said Vansh.Then i came to unrest. My Pounding heart Intrigued the vibes . At 1830 hrs Lala ji Vomited. He Kept Refusing, every one Forcefully took him to the hospital. Struggling with machines he was counting his breaths. At 2305 Hrs he was declared dead. It Was Very Dark Dazy night , the Condolenced visitors and odd Indian mourning already started . Far from the haze a white van slowed, corpse was moved to "naani ji" room .
Someone said , put some turmeric , some said use crushed sugar around the body so that ants may not hover .Later Dinesh mama ji sprinkle turmeric and stuffed cotton into the ears and nose .His face was covered with blanket , still it was unbelievable to some of us .
Every thing in his room came shouting on me , i cannot forget his last match box which he ignited to smoke .His pair of shoes are now master less .His Kurta and Cap were hanging like searching for their owner .I Wont be able to forget that night.
The Farewell
Next day I woke up gargled, watered my hairs and quickly become part of "farewell committee" ."Dayanand Khatm Ho Gaya "- people were awakened by jain baba ji . At the Point I was in 12 standard as emotional I pondered -why din’t “masoori wale” or “madan baba ji” , lala ji hi kyo(Masoori wale and madan lal baba were expected to be because they were really old ) .It was 11 am when the time came , the mourning raised with the god name chant .As a ritual i shouldered him twice .I saw his van march, I was Short of Conveyance so walked back home. There i asked a 2 wheeler helmet man to drop me to hindon(Hindon is Hindus Burning Place) - i dont know who he was . Their i saw his Dung Cakes and tree Wood bad, he was moved and finally covered with sandal woods.
It was like that he would wake up say "Bun Bun Dinga na kare".b Finally the architecture was set to fire with a ghee as fuel.
At 12 Noon his youngest son ablaze , up the smoke and
he was soiled .There were about 150 people ,the wood was so efficiently burnt that there was no need for “Kapaal Kriya”(It is a process in which the Fuel is Targeted to the Head of dead so that it can be burn completely . It is Believed that if it doesn’t burnt up then the new incarnation will have old memory ) .In the dark smoke , afar i saw mystically written
"atma amar he ise na to koi shastra mita sakta
na agni jala sakti he na paanin duba sakta he " -I howled
Mr Hari Om Aggarawal (Youngest son ) was getting bald at the same time another elder person came up with a branch of Neem . Asked us to eat 2 or 3 leaves at least . “Why ”- I Asked “So the bitterness of neem keep the bad spirits away “- He Replied
Time When i missed him ....
Event :Dushehera time , Crackers , 10 rupees in pocket(First Time without him) .
He used take us for bird watching on every dushehera .We always used to prank each others ..After always we were offered little 10 rupee treat and city ramlila spots Rendezvous .
I Would say in the Gauri Shankar Temple with Little arrogance that
i am his maternal son . That's no more leaft .
There were 3 things great about him .His Furnance ,Churan and the 15 Kg Ghee he made mom purchased .The great thing about him was not flamboyant. He Helped everyone in scope, he always solutioned .I Came to Know that he left 21,000 for the temple fund for charity off course.
The noble were ever would sit , would start his own gathering .Every morning he used to sit near to the cows - I used see him while waiting for my school bus.The Holy Spirit was made for more than just the heaven , he compunctioned everyone.
Manu (Ananya ) Birthday
11Jan (5 Days Before) Mom give 2 glass box get some churan from Lala ji. I Went there , he was sitting there with gupta baba ji in lawn , warmth of Caol fire i asked "Nana ji ma ne churan or goli mangwayi he" .He Said to take it from B-72. it was Afternoon i didn’t want to go to B-72 so i came back home.Later I realized that my Otiose would forever Impoverish from many of his Unostentatious talent . He would always take a round of our home and would ask mom "Buchi kisi cheez ki jaarorat to nahin he "
Some Time in Winter
In Winter i took a pot for burning coal and warming , that didn’t worked out well. He was sitting in his room again in usual style smoking, gregariously, as always resourceful .I Asked the immortal my problem "Nana ji mujhe anghiti chaiye Ky me Uppar se le aaaon". It wasn't conditioned so asked him. He gave 3Rs ask me to bring a bundle and Assured that he will do it. By Evening he restored it himself.
Some Time in Winter (cont .... )
Once i went to him and asked for coal . That philanthropist might into his own quandary , i troubled him more with my trivial issues. He Rebuked .In Petty i Left to be televisioned .After Sometime he came to me bringing his hand to me i was gingerly a backed - misinterpreting , he pated and said "Bado ki baat ka bura nahin mana kare ". Induced by his Withered shining face and adulated touch I ululate , my throat was whorled .
He Was the great artsmen , cook, Spokesman ,architect.
Cow's Milks and Whey make the health and wealth.
What to say it was for the fact true . We were the only
family in the colony to Have the Cows and enjoying
the royality.It was by god grace . His Loyal Ramdev Bhaiya Stills work in his remembrance.
Has become old yet it cannot be adjudged.
He Was great Dad, Father , Grandfather - he manged
every relation with pride
I Still Wonder that why god made us sacrifice with good people.
He left home in early age , he learnt a lot and was the always
seeked for advice in crucial matters. I always would learning
new from him. But now he is gone. His Soul rest in Peace
Late Mr Dayanand Aggarwal
Birth Place: Sihani Gauv Last Breath:16nthJanuary
Time : 0930 Time :2330
Day : Tuesday Day: Thursday
Year : 1927 Year: 2003
