Tributes by Tehmtan R. Andhyarujina, Senior Advocate, Mr C.M. Korde, Senior Advocate, Gautam Patel, Advocate, N H Seervai, Senior Advocate at the condolence meeting of the Bombay Bar Association held on Monday, 2nd August 2010
I could write a whole book on what Atul did for the environment. It is a thousand pities that he did not write his autobiography, as I often pressed him to do.
Early that July morning, as the dawn broke over a tumultuous sea, a life faded as it had lived: without complaint or fuss, with quiet dignity. For the many of us who were privileged to be of his world, Atul Setalvad’s passing is a loss as immeasurable as the ocean, and as profound.
When Atul Setalvad passed away last week, the legal fraternity, particularly the Bombay High Court Bar, lost a giant whose contribution to the law was immense.
But what I do have is a moment suspended in time; an image in memory of an evening caught between sea and sky ..
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.
Those who worked with him will tell of his legendary grasp of the fundamentals of law, almost like a musician with perfect pitch.
But for his many friends, and his family, every Diwali from now on will be just that much less brighter.
Gautam Patel pays tribute to the memory of Mahendra Shah, Senior Advocate, who passed away on 7 May 2009
If a man’s true worth is the goodwill he leaves behind, then Anand Bhatt had wealth beyond compare.
Godspeed Milind, lawyer, colleague, friend. It’s going to be a lonelier, sadder and poorer world without you.
Nari Gursahani was, in many ways, a misfit. He carried his legal apparel lightly, without the all too often contrived gravitas that can be so forbidding to an ordinary litigant. If there is one word to describe his mien, it must be avuncular
Bhabha was the last of the Mohicans and all the Chamber-mates with tables, big and small, are all gone; and I think we, who do remember, are all the poorer for it.
Like dew on the mountain
Like foam on the river
Like a bubble on the fountain
Thou art gone, and forever
People like Cooper do not really die. They will live in the history of this Court. This will be a void difficult to fill. We will sorely miss him: his presence, his benign smile, his vast repertoire of jokes and his vast knowledge of law.
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.
TRIBUTE TO JF SETHNA, FARIDA SIKANDER, NN SURATI & , DP HEGDE
Shiraz was a man fazed by nothing -- he just simply went ahead and did what he thought was right. He was one of life’s do-ers and spent an enormous amount of time and energy in pursuing his objectives.
Champakbhai passed away on March 1, the day when devotees of Ram declared a bandh. That call could not restrain the hand of death.
A keen student of yoga and was fond of hiking and sojourning in hill-stations.