ATUL SETALVAD: THE PIL LAWYER
THAT OCEANIC FEELING: ATUL M SETALVAD
RAISING THE BAR
BETWEEN SEA AND SKY: IN MEMORIAM SHEKHAR SHETYE
BUT THE MOUNTAINS WILL REMAIN: IN MEMORIAM, LALIT CHARI
A good man left us last Sunday, dying as he lived, quietly and with dignity.
Farewell my friend. I am glad I was privileged to have known you. Go softly now to that palace in the mountains that awaits, and know that in your time among us you bettered many lives, but marred none.
And yes, the mountains will remain.
REMEMBERING KHATU: A PERSONAL MEMOIR
TRIBUTE TO LATE ABHAY ABHYANKAR
A CAPTAIN’S KNOCK OF 82: IN MEMORIAM, MAHENDRA SHAH
A WAY TO GRIEVE: IN MEMORIAM ANAND BHATT
GODSPEED MR VASUDEO
TRIBUTE TO LATE NARI GURSAHANI
TRIBUTE TO KHARSHEDJI HORMASJI BHABHA
TRIBUTE TO LATE DILEEP DALAL
TRIBUTE TO LATE KHATU COOPER
TRIBUTE TO LATE NANI PALKHIWALA
When we are born, we come here with a return ticket. Life is one of the only products in which there is always an expiry date. The only difference is that there is no law which requires the expiry date to be printed on the product. Therefore when we are born, the day on which we will go is embedded on our forehead. Unfortunately, we cannot read that date. People around us cannot read that date. It is God who decides when he takes you away.