ASN Murthy sir:
I was most inspired by ASN sir in my life. As his bahaviour, rules, discipline indicates he has army school background. In fact he was physics teacher in some Army school. He was our principal so was most respected person in school. His values & level of thought was always inspiring for us.
The guy in late 40s was always full of enthuse & inspiration for others. Matter of fact I too got vital experience of his strict nature 2-3 times in college era. Once I was caught for taking sugar-canes from nearby farms. Our princy gave me 2 slaps and told not to repeat such things again in life… So, I never did it in such sloppy way. I did it many times later but with great care not to get caught. There is great saying, “Do whatever u want but never get caught in crime of it if what u r doing is got goodness of anybody”. Usually “anybody” use to be myself. Later on in school days I was more sincere towards studies & discipline.
His kids Chaitanya & Siddhardh were good friends of us. They were never been like princy’s kids. Late on, we came to know princy got transferred. We were very tense on that, as we were losing one of good teacher. Being class X students, were more responsible to changes in school. I use to keep in touch with Chaitanya now a days. Princy is doing well in one of Andhapradesh JNV school. Best luck.
M S Sheikh :
Die heard fan of Biology. Bio was at his heart. He always wished every student should become doctor or medical expert. We always make sure he thinks we are also interested in Biology stuff. I still remember the day he demonstrated mice & frog dissection. He shown the testis & male reproductive system is inside body of frog. I saw, heart beat was still on. I never forget he killed a frog & mice in two practical. He was vice princy of our school.
Ashok Sali :
Last princy when I passed out the school. We nick named him as Mendeleev. Name was coined from Mendileevs’ periodic table. Guy was short & fatty, sorry to say sir. I did well in Chemistry which made my classmates to nick name me Mendileev. Sali sir‘s interest in art was discovered when he started writing painted “good thoughts” on walls of school building. I helped him a lot in the process. He was hard worker who earned for basic living & learing in his childhood. Infact he did small job related to painting & art. We shared good amount of thoughts in school. That was good pastime we had in common. I still remember his cute daughter. She was so cute & small. He had habit of saying “isn’t it?” I had counted in one of his lecture. It was 73 times in period of 1 hour, that was very good score.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
My JNV School batch till 12th Science!
I just want to name of school batch mates name with their nick name, lets see how many I remembered.
My School top view Thanks to GMap
1. Mahendra Tipale (me)
2. Balasaheb Darade (Balya)
3. Rameshwar Rakhlawe. - (No more)
4. Murlidhar Shide. (murali)
5. Gajanan Kachgunde (Pahelwan)
6. Gajanan Kamble (Chota Kamble)
7. Gajanan Bokhare. (Gajya 1)
8. Gajanan Delmade (dillan)
9. Gajendra Jogdand - Gajya
10. Satish Raut - Satya
11. Rahul Muley – Owl. As R should be silent ;)
12. Sakharam Rede – Redya
13. Jankidas Sugave – Chakkar - Unknown.
14. Tukaram Waghmare – Tukya (No more)
15. Manohar Zate
16. Shashikant Magar. - Sashi.
Only girls in our batch
16. Apeksha Dhoke
17. Sapna Rathi
18. Jyoti Kadam
19. Vinita Bhayekar
…. I might have missed some. It’s my class 12 th Science batch @ JNV, Basmathnagar
My School top view Thanks to GMap
1. Mahendra Tipale (me)
2. Balasaheb Darade (Balya)
3. Rameshwar Rakhlawe. - (No more)
4. Murlidhar Shide. (murali)
5. Gajanan Kachgunde (Pahelwan)
6. Gajanan Kamble (Chota Kamble)
7. Gajanan Bokhare. (Gajya 1)
8. Gajanan Delmade (dillan)
9. Gajendra Jogdand - Gajya
10. Satish Raut - Satya
11. Rahul Muley – Owl. As R should be silent ;)
12. Sakharam Rede – Redya
13. Jankidas Sugave – Chakkar - Unknown.
14. Tukaram Waghmare – Tukya (No more)
15. Manohar Zate
16. Shashikant Magar. - Sashi.
Only girls in our batch
16. Apeksha Dhoke
17. Sapna Rathi
18. Jyoti Kadam
19. Vinita Bhayekar
…. I might have missed some. It’s my class 12 th Science batch @ JNV, Basmathnagar
Worst day in my life !!!
This is my very first blog reminding my school days memories, Inspired by "Shala" - a book by Mr Milind Bokil. It’s a marathi book, the story almost applies to every mischief child of mid school days...
I was studying in standard/grade 8. Not yet understandable and matured about facts of life. My school- a residential/boarding school Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya is located in Basmathnagar tehsil, district: Parbhani, now changed to Hingoli, in states of Maharashtra, India http://www.wikimapia.org/#lat=19.3251459&lon=77.1278&z=17&l=0&m=h&v=2 . Place is located near banana, sugarcane & mango farms with beauty of nature. Grown up listening pea-cocks’ "mauuu-mauuu" along with torturing whistle in early morning. Story bangs in ears….
Our class teacher - Mr Kadole, hanged a half yearly exam timetable on notice board. It’s starting just after 15 days. Being average student in batch was barely prepared for that. Better side of this was, we‘ll not be have morning PT & more relaxation in physical exercise is boon to every student in school. I started studyinh in more deapth. I choose to start with Social science to finish first.
Time 7pm, was reading a book in eveining study hours. Suddenly, a guy Waghmare came to me. Being my class-mate, I thought it would be regular book sharing or note/note-book sharing. But that wasn’t the case.
He said, "Hey buddy, this is my pen. Where did you found this one?" I was surprised. So said, "dude, you have some misconception. It’s my & my father have given it to me."
Waghmare got bit furious "But, this pen has marking at bottom end. And I know for sure, its mine. Give me right now, or I’ll straight way complain to Principal Sir."
We were always scared to meet our Principal sir- Mr ASN Murthy. He would have given me 10 slaps & some more punishment without listening to me anymore. But I was confident on my side.
I said to Waghmare, "Do whatever you want to do. Go to hell! I don’t care, it’s my pen".
Now it became big deal. It was a precious gel pen by Luxary which was gifted to be from my father. It would have cost 25 Rs in market to buy new one. I just banged him away.
The sticky guy Waghmare, we use to call him mosquito, as he was so small in size & had very sticky, never give up attitude. He came back with 2 more common friends, asked them to have a look on pen. Even they too agreed it’s his pen.
Now, I was bit low in confidence, case started moving out of my hands. He asked me to come to come and meet Principal sir. I was blushed, bit scared of meeting Principal. But I had no choice. Study hall was full of students from grade 5th to grade 10th. Complete silence. Out of sudden, Principal came in our lane. He called us, as we were doing discussiong on the issue.
With in 2 minute of discussion and arguments, fire stuck on chicks, banging right below ear! Sound killed the silence. Everybody was looking at the scene. Slap had stuck on my face. I was blushed, eye sight down to toes, nervous. Shamed of what had happened all of sudden. Feeling was like, world ate me alive! Hell, pick me up before I become conscious of what happening!!
Sobbing, weeping with hick ups. I was staring at social science book. Chapter was same with drops of tears poring on it. Cyclone started in my brain, how this happened. I got to prove this. Who cheated me? I walked back to hotel. I didn't go my dinner. I sat alone in dark, thinking to crack the case & prove that to Principal.
Our hostel was divided in to four houses, each house had two blocks & each block had 40 students of various grades, ages and behavior. I was totally confused from where to start? I looked for other angle. Splashed a thought, Is that pen really belongs to me? I knew, that wasn’t my pen, somebody had replaced It with other one… Somebody had cheated me.
I analyzed things people lost in last few months. There was good amount of stuff robbed in a month. Somebody lost pen, wrist watch, refill, note-books and small things. I got idea, to stay at hostel in study hours to check luggage of some suspicious students. There is some thief in hostel; who is after such things. There were few minor incidences of complete robbery of money. But students never mind it. We use to contribute the money & fill up the losses. Many of issues use to resolve after minor fights & end up with complaining teacher or house master. Night was not easy to pass in such situation. I manage to get sleep in early morning.
I did inspection in morning PT hours. I figured out luggage of Balaji Awale who was my classmate. In fact, he had things more than one expect with him. I saw some of the duplicate pens & books on his bed. This was striking revelation for me. Balaji was below average student with keen interest in music & arts, although he didn’t had any special quality in music or arts. I use to have good contact with him. Being residential school student, more often we use to share books, notes & many of stationeries. He was my prime suspect. But I was looking for more detailed proofs so, he could feed guilty before ASN (Our Principal sir). I never had doubt on him; eventually I decided to keep eye on him to make him accept his mistake. My close friends always had faith in me. They proposed a plan to catch him. We planned to have common checking of house for finding some stolen things. House captain Rajesh was a good student. He accepted our proposal to go ahead with complete checking.
Evening hours was best time to do checking. We sealed the door for checking, so no one should be able to through stolen thing out from window. I took Rajesh & my trusted senior guys to go ahead for checking. Balaji’s bed was second in left row. So, I insist them to start from left row. My bed was in first row on left side so, I completed my checking first. We turned to Balaji’s luggage. He showed us all things with more care, so some stolen things should not come up. I asked Balaji to come down & let me do checking. I opened his box. There were many small thing placed inside box. I started picking & showing it to everybody. It was enough to break confidence of Balaji. For first 2-3 things, he keeps on saying. "I borrowed this Raj; I took it from Sandeep & so on… Sometimes he said its mine & all". I asked my friend to call Sandeep to confirm whether he had given this book to him. Here we got success to crack him. But he never cried. I called other house mates, shown all stuff present in Balaji’s box. We involved our house master in matter. He was shocked to see such thing first time. Balaji had collected almost 200 Rs things. We even had no idea about where he had stolen money before. He accepted, "I have stolen these stuff & will not do such thing again in my life". His eyes were filled with tears with fear. We had tradition to bit the robber then hand him over to principal or house master.
My friends also asked me to bit him. But that meant nothing to me. I asked Balaji, "Come with me tomorrow to meet ASN, he should know I’m not the one who stole Waghmare’s pen.". He had no choice then accepting.
Next morning, 9.00 am; it was free hour. I took Balaji to ASN’s cabin. We waited outside as ASN was not in cabin. After 15 min sir came, he was accomplished by our PT teacher Mr Mulik. So, we need to wait another 10-15 min. I turned to Balaji; confirmed whether he is ok to accept everything before principal? He already had accepted. Mulik sir came out in 10 min, he saw me; asked Tipale, what happened? What are you doing here? No class?. I replied "No sir, it’s off hour, so we had some issue to asked Principal Sir". He left us. I moved to ASN’s cabin door.
"May I come in sir?"
ASN was bit busy with reading some notice, "what happened man? Come in".
Being south India, he had habit of adding "man" in any place. I said, "Sir, I’m with Balaji. He wants to say something on thing what had happened day before yesterday"
Sir said, "Where is he? Call him inside". I called Balaji to come in.
Balaji came inside. His eyes were staring his toes. He was ashamed of what had happened. I said,"Balaji, please, share the truth?"
He started, "Sir, actually I had exchanged Mahendra’s pen with other pen, which I had stolen from Waghmare. This was actually Waghmare’s pen so Mahendra got caught because of me. He is innocent. He had no idea about these details." His eyes were filled with tears. ASN was looking in shocked. His face was saying "Sorry, I should have done more inquiry in case". I had no words to say. I was almost crying. My eyes were filled with tears. ASN couldn’t control himself to say, "Sorry my friend. Hey man, it happens many times. Forget the crap. Take this banana as gift". He gave two bananas to me. I guess, fruit supplier usually keeps two piece of banana for quality check on ASN’s desk. I took banana and came to my class. Trauma was now over. I was feeling life I’ve won battle. I was very happy. My status, my value was restored. I was feeling like a heaven. That day was once of the happiest day of my life.
I was studying in standard/grade 8. Not yet understandable and matured about facts of life. My school- a residential/boarding school Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya is located in Basmathnagar tehsil, district: Parbhani, now changed to Hingoli, in states of Maharashtra, India http://www.wikimapia.org/#lat=19.3251459&lon=77.1278&z=17&l=0&m=h&v=2 . Place is located near banana, sugarcane & mango farms with beauty of nature. Grown up listening pea-cocks’ "mauuu-mauuu" along with torturing whistle in early morning. Story bangs in ears….
Our class teacher - Mr Kadole, hanged a half yearly exam timetable on notice board. It’s starting just after 15 days. Being average student in batch was barely prepared for that. Better side of this was, we‘ll not be have morning PT & more relaxation in physical exercise is boon to every student in school. I started studyinh in more deapth. I choose to start with Social science to finish first.
Time 7pm, was reading a book in eveining study hours. Suddenly, a guy Waghmare came to me. Being my class-mate, I thought it would be regular book sharing or note/note-book sharing. But that wasn’t the case.
He said, "Hey buddy, this is my pen. Where did you found this one?" I was surprised. So said, "dude, you have some misconception. It’s my & my father have given it to me."
Waghmare got bit furious "But, this pen has marking at bottom end. And I know for sure, its mine. Give me right now, or I’ll straight way complain to Principal Sir."
We were always scared to meet our Principal sir- Mr ASN Murthy. He would have given me 10 slaps & some more punishment without listening to me anymore. But I was confident on my side.
I said to Waghmare, "Do whatever you want to do. Go to hell! I don’t care, it’s my pen".
Now it became big deal. It was a precious gel pen by Luxary which was gifted to be from my father. It would have cost 25 Rs in market to buy new one. I just banged him away.
The sticky guy Waghmare, we use to call him mosquito, as he was so small in size & had very sticky, never give up attitude. He came back with 2 more common friends, asked them to have a look on pen. Even they too agreed it’s his pen.
Now, I was bit low in confidence, case started moving out of my hands. He asked me to come to come and meet Principal sir. I was blushed, bit scared of meeting Principal. But I had no choice. Study hall was full of students from grade 5th to grade 10th. Complete silence. Out of sudden, Principal came in our lane. He called us, as we were doing discussiong on the issue.
With in 2 minute of discussion and arguments, fire stuck on chicks, banging right below ear! Sound killed the silence. Everybody was looking at the scene. Slap had stuck on my face. I was blushed, eye sight down to toes, nervous. Shamed of what had happened all of sudden. Feeling was like, world ate me alive! Hell, pick me up before I become conscious of what happening!!
Sobbing, weeping with hick ups. I was staring at social science book. Chapter was same with drops of tears poring on it. Cyclone started in my brain, how this happened. I got to prove this. Who cheated me? I walked back to hotel. I didn't go my dinner. I sat alone in dark, thinking to crack the case & prove that to Principal.
Our hostel was divided in to four houses, each house had two blocks & each block had 40 students of various grades, ages and behavior. I was totally confused from where to start? I looked for other angle. Splashed a thought, Is that pen really belongs to me? I knew, that wasn’t my pen, somebody had replaced It with other one… Somebody had cheated me.
I analyzed things people lost in last few months. There was good amount of stuff robbed in a month. Somebody lost pen, wrist watch, refill, note-books and small things. I got idea, to stay at hostel in study hours to check luggage of some suspicious students. There is some thief in hostel; who is after such things. There were few minor incidences of complete robbery of money. But students never mind it. We use to contribute the money & fill up the losses. Many of issues use to resolve after minor fights & end up with complaining teacher or house master. Night was not easy to pass in such situation. I manage to get sleep in early morning.
I did inspection in morning PT hours. I figured out luggage of Balaji Awale who was my classmate. In fact, he had things more than one expect with him. I saw some of the duplicate pens & books on his bed. This was striking revelation for me. Balaji was below average student with keen interest in music & arts, although he didn’t had any special quality in music or arts. I use to have good contact with him. Being residential school student, more often we use to share books, notes & many of stationeries. He was my prime suspect. But I was looking for more detailed proofs so, he could feed guilty before ASN (Our Principal sir). I never had doubt on him; eventually I decided to keep eye on him to make him accept his mistake. My close friends always had faith in me. They proposed a plan to catch him. We planned to have common checking of house for finding some stolen things. House captain Rajesh was a good student. He accepted our proposal to go ahead with complete checking.
Evening hours was best time to do checking. We sealed the door for checking, so no one should be able to through stolen thing out from window. I took Rajesh & my trusted senior guys to go ahead for checking. Balaji’s bed was second in left row. So, I insist them to start from left row. My bed was in first row on left side so, I completed my checking first. We turned to Balaji’s luggage. He showed us all things with more care, so some stolen things should not come up. I asked Balaji to come down & let me do checking. I opened his box. There were many small thing placed inside box. I started picking & showing it to everybody. It was enough to break confidence of Balaji. For first 2-3 things, he keeps on saying. "I borrowed this Raj; I took it from Sandeep & so on… Sometimes he said its mine & all". I asked my friend to call Sandeep to confirm whether he had given this book to him. Here we got success to crack him. But he never cried. I called other house mates, shown all stuff present in Balaji’s box. We involved our house master in matter. He was shocked to see such thing first time. Balaji had collected almost 200 Rs things. We even had no idea about where he had stolen money before. He accepted, "I have stolen these stuff & will not do such thing again in my life". His eyes were filled with tears with fear. We had tradition to bit the robber then hand him over to principal or house master.
My friends also asked me to bit him. But that meant nothing to me. I asked Balaji, "Come with me tomorrow to meet ASN, he should know I’m not the one who stole Waghmare’s pen.". He had no choice then accepting.
Next morning, 9.00 am; it was free hour. I took Balaji to ASN’s cabin. We waited outside as ASN was not in cabin. After 15 min sir came, he was accomplished by our PT teacher Mr Mulik. So, we need to wait another 10-15 min. I turned to Balaji; confirmed whether he is ok to accept everything before principal? He already had accepted. Mulik sir came out in 10 min, he saw me; asked Tipale, what happened? What are you doing here? No class?. I replied "No sir, it’s off hour, so we had some issue to asked Principal Sir". He left us. I moved to ASN’s cabin door.
"May I come in sir?"
ASN was bit busy with reading some notice, "what happened man? Come in".
Being south India, he had habit of adding "man" in any place. I said, "Sir, I’m with Balaji. He wants to say something on thing what had happened day before yesterday"
Sir said, "Where is he? Call him inside". I called Balaji to come in.
Balaji came inside. His eyes were staring his toes. He was ashamed of what had happened. I said,"Balaji, please, share the truth?"
He started, "Sir, actually I had exchanged Mahendra’s pen with other pen, which I had stolen from Waghmare. This was actually Waghmare’s pen so Mahendra got caught because of me. He is innocent. He had no idea about these details." His eyes were filled with tears. ASN was looking in shocked. His face was saying "Sorry, I should have done more inquiry in case". I had no words to say. I was almost crying. My eyes were filled with tears. ASN couldn’t control himself to say, "Sorry my friend. Hey man, it happens many times. Forget the crap. Take this banana as gift". He gave two bananas to me. I guess, fruit supplier usually keeps two piece of banana for quality check on ASN’s desk. I took banana and came to my class. Trauma was now over. I was feeling life I’ve won battle. I was very happy. My status, my value was restored. I was feeling like a heaven. That day was once of the happiest day of my life.
But Why???
This is story of my close friend Ramesh – Ramesh Pawar. Real genuine guy with average look, but extra-ordinary way of thinking. Ramesh was one of the talented student with great pro efficiency in languages, especially in English. He was worst in Mathematics, so use to mug up his mathematical calculations, proofs & formulas. He managed to do mug up like anything. We use to call him "Rattu Ramu".
One day evening, he took one A4 page of drawing book and made bold mark labeled with text "But Why?". He was always thinking something. May be about the society, nation, politics, evaluation of languages, why maths is difficult & bla bla bla. I guess, we were not enough mature to understand him or he was extra matured, God knows! My bed was across to his bed, so I just saw his board & asked him why you made this thing. What is your attitude about this message?. He explained briefly, "Its very valid answer to any answer OR question". I was surprised. But if you think for a while you 'll agree to this. It looks insane to think by "But Why?". Ultimately, you'll end up with its question whether to live or die?
Psychologically he was one one of the strong candidate in our team. But some where down the line he was distracted from bottom of heart. May be, he was not aware of fact of living. We use to lengthy discussions on philosophy & how things should be. Be it a political affair or minor natural behavior of mosquito. We always to crack the magic behind the screen. We were classmates so, seen each other growing for 7 years. Major time of transaction between young man to adult is major to make difference in your thinking and makes a vivid mark in mind. This was what had happened with him.
He lost the track of education. Eventually, he joined some teaching institude to work as assistant & minor office work. I met him in person for after 2nd year of engineering degree. He was same Ramesh, as it was before 2 year. Mingled in questions of Physics and Biology. Mathematic was never close him. He use to discuss same old questions of grade XII th. I keep on meeting him for next 2 year. He keeps on changing but in wrong direction. He was never been close to reality. He was in love with a lady 3-4 year older than him. In fact, she was a teacher in same institute. They came close & finally they got to close it. Affair was inter cast & would have never accepted by society & thier parents.
Ramesh was totally out of living. I lost keeping track on him. Neven been able to call him regularly. It was 4 O'clock morning, my mobile banged; I was in deep sleep. The man calling me was Ramesh's boss. He asked me, Whether I've any idea about Ramesh? I had eloped from institute with some money & other stuff. I suggested him to call at his home. I had no idea.
After 2 year, one of friend; Purbha Zamre called me. This guy was doing his MBBS degree from last 6 year. He had great plans, but no time to accomplish them. Purbha said. "Tipale, you know; I met Ramesh last evening. He has shifted to this place. He started his own business.". I was glad to know it. Was happy to see Ramesh is going on some stable & right track. I asked Purbha to bring him on call. He accepted. They were meeting after 2-3 days. Purbha called me. I knew, I'll be able to talk with Ramesh. But, this Ramesh was not like my friend Ramesh. He was changed. More business oriented, focused on target to get money for livelihood. Thinking was very matured. I was surprised to know it. But it was just an another story to direct us on wrong way.
After six months, I got the news from my friend Gaju Bokhare. Its was shocking news, "Ramesh did suicide at his home. He hanged himself" A drop of tear came to on eyelids. I never understood this guy. Puzzle of "But Why?" was not suppose to end up in this manner. Its was too coward way to face such huge question !!!
I made a painting in Ramesh's memories. The painting only had text lable "But Why?" in bold red color !
One day evening, he took one A4 page of drawing book and made bold mark labeled with text "But Why?". He was always thinking something. May be about the society, nation, politics, evaluation of languages, why maths is difficult & bla bla bla. I guess, we were not enough mature to understand him or he was extra matured, God knows! My bed was across to his bed, so I just saw his board & asked him why you made this thing. What is your attitude about this message?. He explained briefly, "Its very valid answer to any answer OR question". I was surprised. But if you think for a while you 'll agree to this. It looks insane to think by "But Why?". Ultimately, you'll end up with its question whether to live or die?
Psychologically he was one one of the strong candidate in our team. But some where down the line he was distracted from bottom of heart. May be, he was not aware of fact of living. We use to lengthy discussions on philosophy & how things should be. Be it a political affair or minor natural behavior of mosquito. We always to crack the magic behind the screen. We were classmates so, seen each other growing for 7 years. Major time of transaction between young man to adult is major to make difference in your thinking and makes a vivid mark in mind. This was what had happened with him.
He lost the track of education. Eventually, he joined some teaching institude to work as assistant & minor office work. I met him in person for after 2nd year of engineering degree. He was same Ramesh, as it was before 2 year. Mingled in questions of Physics and Biology. Mathematic was never close him. He use to discuss same old questions of grade XII th. I keep on meeting him for next 2 year. He keeps on changing but in wrong direction. He was never been close to reality. He was in love with a lady 3-4 year older than him. In fact, she was a teacher in same institute. They came close & finally they got to close it. Affair was inter cast & would have never accepted by society & thier parents.
Ramesh was totally out of living. I lost keeping track on him. Neven been able to call him regularly. It was 4 O'clock morning, my mobile banged; I was in deep sleep. The man calling me was Ramesh's boss. He asked me, Whether I've any idea about Ramesh? I had eloped from institute with some money & other stuff. I suggested him to call at his home. I had no idea.
After 2 year, one of friend; Purbha Zamre called me. This guy was doing his MBBS degree from last 6 year. He had great plans, but no time to accomplish them. Purbha said. "Tipale, you know; I met Ramesh last evening. He has shifted to this place. He started his own business.". I was glad to know it. Was happy to see Ramesh is going on some stable & right track. I asked Purbha to bring him on call. He accepted. They were meeting after 2-3 days. Purbha called me. I knew, I'll be able to talk with Ramesh. But, this Ramesh was not like my friend Ramesh. He was changed. More business oriented, focused on target to get money for livelihood. Thinking was very matured. I was surprised to know it. But it was just an another story to direct us on wrong way.
After six months, I got the news from my friend Gaju Bokhare. Its was shocking news, "Ramesh did suicide at his home. He hanged himself" A drop of tear came to on eyelids. I never understood this guy. Puzzle of "But Why?" was not suppose to end up in this manner. Its was too coward way to face such huge question !!!
I made a painting in Ramesh's memories. The painting only had text lable "But Why?" in bold red color !
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