We will miss you Sai Melekar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a shock I got today, How life can come to an end all of a sudden.

I needed peace of mind and went away for a ride away from home and friends. Didnt attend calls from home, and what a mistake I did. I had my own issues to deal with, peace of mind missing. Thousand of things going in my head Thinking what to do , A day of myself , me myself and meri tanahi  u can say  A ride to nowhere but a ride to pacify my sadness, pains ,  anger.

Came back home and and un usual saw a board written in hindi, and I was like who is this 17 + young boy who lost his life at such a young age. Stopped my bike and called a small boy from our area and inquired who is this and the small boy Replied anna he was Sai who used to come to your house to meet Rishna( my younger bro).

I got a shock of my life, it was as the earth below my feet gave way . This was the same boy who loved to play football, a boy who used to joke at every instance a boy who loved to be jolly and make other laugh with his humour. A boy how used to take the shopping bag from my mom, so that she walks at ease and drop it at my house. Who used to come saying Anna Rishna hai. Cant believe he is no more.

I met him at our Area Navratri festival celebration. As the food was served , I inquired with him of his absence on the day The devi idol was bought the first day and He replied , Anna I just joined a new work. I replied very good all the best. And then we started eating our food ( Prasad) at the Bhandara . He was joking with the boys, And he asked me anna you need something And he bought a plate with the food for me as a refill.  A boy who worked with other for the Area Navratri  festival celebration. A boy who played football for Sahar Silver Stars with passion, A boy who was full of humour ( you should have seen him on the fancy dress competition during the navratri few day days back  at sahar village) A boy who helped others at just a word is no more. A boy who went tru up and downs of life in a early age. A boy who came to know reality of life at a early age A help , A humorist , A lovable boy , A  friend, a son, A brother is no more.

His friends(I included) are in shocked , the whole Area where the boys stood are empty. Some can’t accept the fact that he is no more, His Father ( His mom died long back ) his uncle, aunty and sister, are inconsolable and  cant stop crying, same with his closed friends. They  and we cant believe that Sai is no more, Even I cant believe that Sai is no more. Tears filled my eye while posting this blog. Sai has left  a void in our life which cannot be filled.

Yesterday 15 Oct 2011, Sai left to get some bank work done and didn’t come back( as said by friends  of his . Some police officers came checking and inquiring about a certain boy found fallen on the railway track ( as told by a neighborhood boy) . And it was Sai. Sai came back home for the last time. He now watches everyone from heaven above, Maybe happy to be reunited with his Mother . He was cremated today Afternoon ( 16 october 2011) watched by his family  , dear friends and Neigbours.

I came to know only in the evening thru a board , And  I am sad that I didn’t get to see him for the last time . But then I thought could I face it that a small boy loved by all his no more. A boy , who a week back was in my house watching a Football match is no more. I guess the answer I could not stand it.

Railway accident are increasing day by day. We lost our Sai to one such accident. Please be carefull and take care. We don’t want anyone else  to go thru the pain of a loss what Sai family friend and the whole neigbourhood has to go .

 REST IN PEACE SAI………… We will always miss you.

A poem by Funeral Blues by W H Auden

Dedicated to Sai Melekar = Born – 29 April 1993 – 15 October 2011

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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