A Tribute to Pooshie Krishnu
We met you for the first time on 26th of October 2022 when we visited you in Canada. Till then, we had only seen you in photos and videos. You stole our hearts right away with your saintly and gentle eyes. You only reinforced your sagely demeanour when without fail you would emerge from wherever, at the unearthly hour of 3 a.m when I would attend my weekly Bhagavad Gita classes while there. Hearing our Guru Parimala ji’s voice, chanting the verses, you would faithfully sit near my chair, the entire hour and a half of the class, week after week, not missing a single session. It took me a couple of weeks to notice this act of yours. It was then that you became for me, not simply, Pooshie the dear one, but the Divine Pooshie Krishna, Pooshie Krishnu as I began to call you. Not just this, Ram told me about how he was forced to abandon his Sandhya Vandanam session because you would promptly go for the water kept for the purpose!
Pooshi Papa makes himself cozy on the papasan
Tears well up and flow in a
never-ending Niagara as I pen this tribute to you dear one, who we now refer to
in the past, as we would all be spoken of when our time comes. This is indeed
the way of all flesh that makes its appearance on this mortal plane. But to us,
your maternal grandparents and family,
you were not ever a Cat as others would call you, but our adorable first grandchild,
Poosh, our wonderful grandkit. And a truly Divine being at that! What better
proof than yet another one – you slept beautifully and Divinely in our
Creator’s embrace, on the auspicious Kartika Ekadashi, the day before
yesterday, yet another 26th in our life.
Where our world of mortals
indulge in hate-mongering and insensitivity despite their sense of reasoning,
you bowled us over with your warm, unconditional love. If you had wonderful
parents in Chillu and Ram, they were more fortunate to have you with them, even
if only for four odd years, for having filled their lives with bountiful joy.
Stay safe dear child in
Krishna’s realm where only goodness, love and peace prevail, where you’ll be
free of pain and suffering that we creatures on this earthly plane experience. Though
our hearts are heavy with sadness at your departure, soon these tears will be peppered
with plenty of smiles and even laughter, recalling your various antics – your
agile hopping on to the table to join us at dinner, that regal leap to the
showcase to squeeze yourself next to the Arab idol, and your most majestic
posture as you would sit inside and look out into the portico at the world go
by, your faithfully following Chilbul and swirling your tail at her work table
or awaiting her return from outdoors near the door. Many are the ways in which
you would show your unadulterated love for Chillu and Ram – an endless list to
recall, and even words elude me to recount all that you did and were. You will
always remain our most cherished little one. It’s not Goodbye to you Beloved
Pooshie Krishnu, but a simple Bye, till I greet you when my time comes to join
you in that Paradise where you presently are. Till then, my only prayers that I
can spread that unconditional love that your humble life has taught us.
