In life we have many people whom we get attached with and share a bond, in my life that person was my grandfather Mr. Balbir Singh Sharma. I've never thought of losing him ever and felt he could've stayed a bit more with me, around me but now he is nowhere but in me. Since when i was born the only hands i was in were of grandfather, from morning to evening to night i was so chill with him and always felt so happy, if someone will ever ask me who was your real life ginnie, i will undoubtedly say "dadu" [ grandpa in my native language ]. Concluding it from the starting, dadu was from Gohana dist. Rohtak Haryana, He was graduated from University Of Punjab Ludhiana and then came here in Rawatbhata Rajasthan at the designation of "personal assistant" of the Site Director of NPCIL RAPP hence it was for me and father to have Rawatbhata as our birthplace. Coming back to me and my dadu's bond, it was phenomenally sweet and adventurous. Dadu used to leave for office in the morning and a Tempo Traveler used to come and pick him up, what i used to do was hop into his arms and did not use to let him go until i wouldn't have a circle of our colony with him in his tempo and after me getting dropped back at home in my dadi's arms, i used to wave him a bye. It all happened for several years of my life until i grew up a little older. From circling the colony to him buying me tons and lots of chips, chocolates and toys which he still used to do until i was 18, of course the toys got matured as well.
It all went so smoothly until he got retired in 2006 and shifted to Kota, Rajathan. I remember i missed his presence cause now we used to live in a different home with different stuff and vibes, he started to live in Kota and used to visit us occasionally once in two months or rather we would go and meet him. All went with the same pace until i got seriously sick and i had to visit hospital in Kota every once and then in months and the doctor i was prescribed to was kind of rushed with tons of patients that is why we needed to take the appointment very early in the morning and dadu used to go and get appointment for me at morning 5, used to stand there until we used to come mostly at 8-9 am. He did i regularly for a year until i had to change my doctor. Now when my doctor was in Mumbai guess what, he traveled with me to Mumbai further then Delhi then Bhilwara consecutively for 8 years. He was that close to me and so was i to him.
All in these years, he gifted me my first tablet in 2013, whispering secretly in my ear in the hospital that he got something for me at home, it was so joyful to feel that. Then, in 2016 my first android mobile phone. Did i forget to tell you that the first phone of my life "Sony Ericsson T610" was also gifted my dadu when i was 3 in 2005. In 2015 he gifted me a watch when we went for my treatment at barc and it is always so close to my heart. We had photographs in front of his office in Mumbai and many more lovely memories i won't be able to convey in words, those are so precious for me.
After me being completely fine and healthy in 2019 I had a trip with him to Delhi which i will have to sadly say, was our last trip, we had fun and we chilled at malls. He was the coolest of all, he can eat slices of pizza, varieties of burgers and sips of cold drinks. Donuts and Candies were our favorite, in whole of our family me and dadu are the only two people who were so fond of sweets, we tried many varieties of sweets in guwahati, delhi, mumbai, kota, rawatbhata, bhilwara. Can't really sum up how it felt everytime, he always appreciated me and loved my vlogs and photographs. He was the one to comment on every photograph i used to click on facebook and appreciate me with fellow others. I still remember my photographs were exhibited in Kota Art Gallery in 2018 and it was for a week, dadu was in delhi and as soon as he heard the news and came back to kota and visited the gallery as fast as he could. I remember and cry now why didn't i take him personally and looked at his reactions, why didn't i capture his photographs in the hall where the photographs were hanged. Why am I left with so many regrets, i didn't take a step and raised my voice "i have to so, i have to" i really regret not doing it.
He cared about me so much that he didn't even had food when i was in the Operation Theater, from morning 9 to evening 5, a person who is so fond of eating and can't spend his day without eating, did not eat for me, he must have not felt hungry as i was inside. Alright leave this, back when i was 13 we went to shop something and we had an accident on the traffic light, some hit us from the back and ran away. I'm so happy nothing happened to dadu because he was wearing a helmet and the helmet got cracked, can you imagine the impact we were banged with, I fainted due to the impact got some scratches in nose and hand. From that very day dadu never took me to the main rushed market as he couldn't take the risk with me but he himself took with his life and went for me to shop stuff i wanted, this happened until i grew up and started riding. Them, i wouldn't allow him to ride and go i will myself get what he and i wanted to have.
He was so an attention to detail person, everything top notch; followed every rule of life and didn't make a single mistake in his career, he was and is still known for his honesty and how he served the department. There is no single person in rawatbhata who wouldn't know B.S.Sharma, THE B.S.SHARMA. He was rough yet kind, treated everyone with due respect and as they had to be treated. He is still the one i think of when i'm low or i need inspiration in life, he was such a phenomenal person i will really fall short of words if i'll need to describe his majesty.
Apparently, he was gathered with a disease i would not like to disclose socially, that would be too much information. In 2019 he was diagnosed and his treatment was started, first it felt it would be easily cured but sooner we all came to realize it is not as easy as it seems. His treatment was started in mumbai and then due to covid we had to compromise with our travel and then we started our treatment in jaipur where once he witnessed heart attack and that was a tragic moment for all of us, doctors were not taking things seriously but still i would thank them with my utmost respect and dignity for serving as much as they could. Dadu made his aura everywhere he goes, so did he make his in the ward, laughing and talking with everyone and there he found a nurse who was from his hometown, so it was a bond they shared in their own language. All of it was good but the bad part was that i was not there with him in his sick time, whereas he was always with me in my sick and terrible time. I insisted many times to dad that take me i want to be with him, time is unsure i want to spend my time with him, he always replied with focus on your studies, whenever dadu used to ask me how are you and all i used to reply leave me you say how you are feeling, can you imagine a person being admitted in hospital asking me how was i, this really proves what a gem he was on this world and i'm really glad to be loved by him. I used to reply to him i'm good, he used to say " what's going on " i used to reply studies, i always found his energy and hope in his voice which made him fight the ailment he had. Later, i started to feel that there is something lacking in his voice, the energy, the jokes he used to crack, the laughs he made, at that point i knew he is not happy and is giving up. He needed us. When he was free and was told to rest at home, my birthday was approaching [ 2 sept ] and i planned to celebrate it with him, perhaps cause i had in my mind that it could be the last time i'll be able to celebrate it being around him. No one agreed and deuce, i was not able to celebrate it with him. Things started to go against every possibility i've had planned, hence i though to jot it down and write a letter to dadu, at this point it was 9 months since i've not met him, and probably the longest gap ever. I got to meet him at 15 september and had a small party where i saw his happiest face ever after looking at me, it went good and then we came back, i recorded his videos and took some photographs and handed him the letter, thinking it could be our last meet, and who knew it will really be. I had a response that dadu loved that letters and when was asked what was there in the letter he replied that it is something between him and bunny. The sweetest reaction every, i wish i was there to see him with my eyes. But was not in my fate.
After 20 days, 5 October 2021. I lost him to heart attack around morning 3. The purest and happiest soul every existed on this planet had left it. Left it with many unfulfilled dreams and wishes. Without looking at his love of lives. Without saying what he might have wanted to say.
Was i the best grandson ever, was i enough?
At the end i would like to conclude that you were the best Big B, and you still are for me, will be missed and loved in every second i live, yet before setting a voyage to your place.
From your Bunny with love and emotions.
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