An Obituary

Today is a sad day.

Dr. Shastri, my family doctor (and also Ravi Shastri's dad) is no more. He passed away this morning, after an illness.

I would be wrong in calling him my family doctor. He was more of my doctor, my sinus doctor, and his medicine took just two days to work it's magic on my unseasonal cold. The last I met him was three days back, and the reasons were the same, a bad cold that had been inflicted on me by the weather. Had a brief minute long conversation, and then proceeded on to get my magic potion. That was that.

But it was not only his medicine that I would miss. It was his larger than life persona, his ability to be cool and composed and as one says, 'bindaas' about everything in life that stood out. Cricket discussions were an obvious when we met, but if there was one person I would think of when one spoke about 'living life one's own way and allowing others to do the same', it would be him. Even without being really close, there was a kind of a trust, a respect - and if I could take the liberty - a bond that had formed over the years.

Now, it has all ended.

Miss you doc.