Tribute from Abhishek Mehta (Senior Manager at BOA)
It is tough to write tributes…as they try vainly to immortalize memories…and I am still not convinced what we have left behind are merely memories
I am not a man of few words, yet have never been more deserted of them as I sought to string something coherent together. This is not for the faint hearted…and for once I find it tough to muster the wit necessary to make it out.
I miss him… its like the sucking sound of an imploding star pummeling to its black hole. Yet, certain in that inevitability, it still manages to let out one last hurrah…which is as radiant in its death as it was in birth. And quite extraordinarily that thought manages to brighten my day.
Almost every feeling of pain, grief, anger, befuddled astonishment is balanced with the calm realization, inane warmth and charming stupidity every experience of Neeraj brought with it. It is difficult to let any thought of him, even the worst ones, not leave without indulging a smile.
Am overwhelmed by the sheer joy of a beautiful life lived many times over each day in anecdotes, circumstantial events, crazy stories and sweet exaggerations (that he himself wove). Disappointed that will never again have an opportunity to be touched by a life more accomplished in humour, wit and intelligent absurdity that made it all ‘special’. Fortunate to have become part of a new family that is as irrepressibly charming and functional as the one each of us craves, and privileged with that association.
I have realized it is not that difficult to find common ground with everybody, no matter how disinterested the other one may be in seeking it out.
That it is natural to be as completely selfless in making a fool of oneself as it is in love.
And it is important to prioritize in life, even though it means a good bottle of hair gel is a close second to friends and family. As long as it is a close second.
A dose is a way of life, a style statement, a pair of uber tight jeans, a sincere love and an unending friendship...
...cheers to the ride he created called life, and bollocks to that sucking sound!
I am not a man of few words, yet have never been more deserted of them as I sought to string something coherent together. This is not for the faint hearted…and for once I find it tough to muster the wit necessary to make it out.
I miss him… its like the sucking sound of an imploding star pummeling to its black hole. Yet, certain in that inevitability, it still manages to let out one last hurrah…which is as radiant in its death as it was in birth. And quite extraordinarily that thought manages to brighten my day.
Almost every feeling of pain, grief, anger, befuddled astonishment is balanced with the calm realization, inane warmth and charming stupidity every experience of Neeraj brought with it. It is difficult to let any thought of him, even the worst ones, not leave without indulging a smile.
Am overwhelmed by the sheer joy of a beautiful life lived many times over each day in anecdotes, circumstantial events, crazy stories and sweet exaggerations (that he himself wove). Disappointed that will never again have an opportunity to be touched by a life more accomplished in humour, wit and intelligent absurdity that made it all ‘special’. Fortunate to have become part of a new family that is as irrepressibly charming and functional as the one each of us craves, and privileged with that association.
I have realized it is not that difficult to find common ground with everybody, no matter how disinterested the other one may be in seeking it out.
That it is natural to be as completely selfless in making a fool of oneself as it is in love.
And it is important to prioritize in life, even though it means a good bottle of hair gel is a close second to friends and family. As long as it is a close second.
A dose is a way of life, a style statement, a pair of uber tight jeans, a sincere love and an unending friendship...
...cheers to the ride he created called life, and bollocks to that sucking sound!
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