Wednesday, February 10, 2016

A Letter TO My Dearest Dadaji - Disha



February 10,2016

To my Dearest Ratilal Dada,

Today is very special Day, special because it is the occasion of your 100th birthday and that is bitter
sweet for me. Hope you were with us today Dear Dadaji. There is so much to say to you but
words have always failed, but remembering you today takes me down to those days we spent
together.

You have demonstrated nothing but positivity to me and everyone in our Family.
Effortlessly, you have provided a sense of security and stability for us for our entire life. You
are everything that anyone could ever ask for in a grandfather and more. Grandfathers are
truly awesome. God has certainly blessed our family for giving you, Dadaji  As your
grandchild I am proud and blessed to have this opportunity to stop and reflect on a remarkable man
who I am fortunate enough to have shaped my life and my being with love and guidance. I am also
saddened that you are no longer with us but your absence is always felt in our hearts. I want to tell you
again how much I love you and respect you and Miss you and appreciate everything you’ve done for us.
Dadaji has always played a role of Hero in my Life. He was an amazing man, one that I admire and
appreciate and love. He showed me how to have fun, how to enjoy life, what family means, what
leadership and sacrifice and responsibility and joy means. He have given me the very essence of how I
perceive life and I cannot express how profoundly grateful I am for all that you have done.
I have so many memories of the kindness, and love and fun that he has brought to my life over the
years. Many of the best are the simplest. My fond memories of spending time with him are
something that I cherish now and will forever. Simple, perfect and everlasting.

I wished that I could have tell you this in person - Thank you Dadaji for all of those and many, many
memories and your love. For being my hero. I love you from the bottom of my heart. You are a great
man and I am so fortunate to be your granddaughter.

I miss you Dadaji each day and wish you could have stayed with us a little more and I could have say all
this to you in person.

With love,

DIsha

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Life is what you make out of it - Hitarth Jani

Life is what you make out of it – were the words of my grandfather when i asked him in one of the afternoon sessions i used to have with him one on one in summer vacations. 

When everybody else in household would prefer to have a nap on lazy summer afternoons, i would be awake talking to him about his views on life, philosophy, religions and his life experiences. May be i was that lucky kid who had a father figure to answer my questions full of curiosity. He too would answer all my questions with equal zeal with a glitter in his eyes that never faded till the end. I was also a stubborn soul who would never settle with an answer until it fits into my logical mind. This somehow brought the best of his sharing of life experiences and philosophy with me.

As a kid i was always fascinated how my Grandfather led his life right from his childhood when he was 5 years old till the end. I have not seen anyone yet with that will power in them to live the life on their own terms as i saw in him.

Imagine a person having lost his 10 siblings one after another within few years time, having lost his mother at age of 16, grown up doing all household chores by himself and also working simultaneously in order to keep the things moving, leaving home in order to search for a better tomorrow in such tough times – I once asked him how did you managed to do that all by yourself? He said - It is simple. When you clear out all irrelevant obstacles from your way, you become in tune and in direct touch with your life.

This above example and such numerous life experiences you don’t find anyone else in world but from your elders. Today 100 years on his teachings, philosophy and legacy remains.

RATILAL SANKALCHAND JANI – A part of you shall remain with me always. 

Below is a screenshot of a message to all Janis’ written in his own words shared with me by him in one of those afternoon sessions.