Death of my grandfather: A Great Loss

Death of my grandpa: A Great Loss

Death of my grandpa is a great loss to me. He was not only my grandfather but very near and dear to me. He loved me very much from childhood and i remain love him after his death. It is love with not a man but love to a man to human. His name is Pt. Shyama Kant Pathak. He was a renowned person in Ramnagar, Varanasi and great scholar too. He used to teach the foreigners on the subject of Hindu religion and philosophy and wrote several books and article during his teaching. He is a revolutionary man. He worked in Nagari Pracharani Sabha in Varanasi for literary enhancement. He was a literey giant. My grandpa is a candid man. I remember those days when he used to come from Varanasi and give me khajoor(sugar made item) to eat and touch on my stomach. It was a great memorable time of my life. He taught me about real life and whatever I am today, from his bless. He lived 98 years and awarded many times as a social worker in Ramnagar. 

He is a truly saint who did not show himself as a scholar. He was a good friend of Prabhu Narayan Singh, Ex Maharaj of Ramnagar fort. He used to daily visit in World renowned Ramlila of Ramnagar. He was a very simple man wearing Dhoti Kurta. Although he was 98 years old but his memory was slightly dangerous till death. The last word just before his death was..

बड़े अरमान से तारो को सिने से लगा रखा

पर एक वो दिन आता है जब तारा टूट जाता है

The tears rolls and soul weeps when i remember these lines.It was not my loss but loss of Ramnagar and a big profit to God who may recruit him as an editor for his correspondence. He led a foundation of Ramnagar Pontoon pool . He worked for society, people, literature and religion. He was such a man who was on bed for the last 6 years due to fracture on hip but never loosed his patience. I can not forget him till my death who transformed my life and give meaning. Now a days I am trying to collect his reminisces. My grandpa always uttered my name Anshu during his time of death. It looks that my soul lives in him and his soul in mine. I served him as soon as possible but failed to serve till long and whole heatedly. I tribute him. This is my desire that every grandson/daughter love his/her grandfather. He is not my grandfather but a lifetime immortal friend.