Why mourn the death of former President Abdul Kalam? Why not celebrate his life and try and learn from him the distilled ability to touch the stars and still have his feet firmly planted on the ground…writes Bikram Vohra
We all have to die. We don’t get a thousand years. Just 60 or 70 or 80 and clutch of us go further. As Helen Mirren said: if it is a race then my sister got to the finish line first. But if it is a boxing match then I am the last person standing.
Why mourn the death of former President Abdul Kalam? Why not celebrate his life and try and learn from him the distilled ability to touch the stars and still have his feet firmly planted on the ground. Few who walk this earth can take success and failure and laugh at these imposters equally.
He never changed. They say a man is never so tall as when he stoops to speak to a child. This Indian President was seven feet tall every day as he so powerfully impacted upon thousands of boys and girls and shared with them the mysteries of science and the challenges of life. High office in the corridors of power or walking the village path, no difference, he took it in his stride.
If had lived through the cardiac episode he probably would have said, worry about the terror attack in Punjab, how many killed, how many injured, don’t worry about me, I am fine.
Like Bishen Singh Bedi said: he went like he lived, quietly and with little fuss.
What better epitaph for a special life than someone who spent his years on earth doing very little harm.
You really want to say goodbye and mean it, read his books, his philosophy, his brilliant grasp of nuclear science and learn something. Then put it into practice. How many of us will?
That is what he would have wanted. For mankind to aspire but not let it all turn to arrogance.