I never imagined in my wildest dreams that i would write an obituary in my blogs. Leave alone two obituaries in a row.
Last week, an early morning mail announced to a group that my friend, Anoop was no more. His body was found in the railway tracks outside Bangalore.
Anoop was not my best friend. Nor I was his. However, i believed we shared some frienship from our engineering days. His careless, or is it carefree, looks made him stand apart from his batchmates. The ease at which he handled quizzes always amazed me.
I still remember the first saturday of December 1997. Next day was CAT for admission into IIMs. I get a call. Anoop at the other end announcing that he was at Kalamassery, 4 kms from my place. Since there was only one center at Kerala, at Kochi, Anoop has travelled the earlier day. It was a surprise - ' Sanjay, I am at kalamassery, Can you pick me up, I am going to stay at your place'. He didnt ask for my permission. His voice always had innocence. My amma was a bit upset, since we had only non-vegetarian food - the Kerala staple food - tapioca and fish (Anoop was a brahmin) and his arrival was unexpected. However Anoop told her calmly that he eats fish.
While in Chennai - 2000 - I had been to his house. We had conversations once in a while over some coffee and tea at TNagar , Pondi Bazaar and nearby areas. I have been always amazed by Anoop's knowledge on a wide variety of subjects. The way he goes deeper into topics.With some amount of envy i used to pride myself that i had him as my friend. Our conversations touched almost every topic - from Latin american authors to Oriya authors. From temples to aethism. In one of our conversations he commented - ' Sanjay, you have become sharper after your MBA'. Coming from some one like him, I will always cherish this.
He was sporadic at his emails. However we were still connected, though at some point 8 hrs of timezone separated us. I helped him with facilitating one of his musician friends' stay at Kerala. In 2005 again out of the blue, i get a call. The typical Anoop, announcing his arrival and plans to visit my place, this time at Bangalore. We rowed ourselves again into subjects - from obscure to the most common. Even after years, Anoop was himself. He told me that he has come upon a unique stream of thought which is to be developed into a novel. I wished him all the best.
Sometimes i felt, this great intellectual treaded the boundaries of sanity. Sometimes i felt, this erudite elevated himself to some higher planes of sensitivity. May be he was not able to isolate himself from some feelings.
I am still unable to come to terms with his untimely death. I know he wanted to do many things. Not sure how many he did finally. I think - may be with some amount of certainity - he probably didn't live life the way he wanted to.
Maybe I will never cross paths with such a brilliant soul ! May your soul rest in peace !
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