My eyes are glistening,
My mouth runs dry,
My ears are listening,
Tell me how and why,
My Dearest daddy die?

GOD was his abode. Faith was his forte. Love was his tag. Encouragement was his wagon. Anger was his arch rival. Compassion was his crown. Sympathy was his seat of power. Finances were his achilles heal. His job was his missing link. His ailments were the chinks in his armoury. Care was his treasure. Commitment was his pleasure.Humour was his tone and humility his identity. The Church was his palace. The Bible was his scepter and prayer was his powerhouse.

He mapped relationships like an able cartographer and signed deeds of love with anyone in his way.

The 11th of February 2006 is etched in my memory so deeply that it would take death itself to unsettle it from its seat. My dearest daddy passed away to be with the Lord on this day.

I wish I hadn't washed away the kisses that he last planted on my cheeks when he saw me off at the Bus station. I got so many of these precious ones which I couldn't store in any available means.

Mr.Walter Robert Jeyapaul,A man of strong will and a steely resolve, who had dreams and desires that defied imagination in its entirety. His faith faltered not, come what may-6 different kinds of sickness, life-long unemployment, a finance shrouded by debts and deficiency and an incomparable love for almost anyone that would tower higher than the tallest of Chinese Taipei of today or the Empire State Building of Yester years.

He hoped, almost endlessly and he there lay in the casket as a frozen form of his former self that carried accident victims on its shoulders and which drained its purse to feed the poor through what seemed to be his utmost farthing...................... Oh my, when can I see or hear this compassion compiler.

He had a little more than Rs.300 left in his bank account (which he had opened just a year ago).
An erudite personality with a double Masters degree, he failed to get anywhere near where he should have been. Jealous men and opportunists stripped him bare of his Governement job, his promotion and the pay hike. Circumstances stripped him off his academic and professional certificates, when he lost them all through a tragedy................. He couldn't apply for another job with anything that could substantiate his claims.

He guarded his wife and children like an Eagle. He had wellsprings of motivation through which he would ignite life even in a corpse that is at the threshold of death. He helped lots, but none heeded, when he was crying hoarsely for help.

He wanted to see his son embodying every bit of his desire, to be a ruler, to notch victories by running through the enemy's tent- routing its peg, pole,people et al. When he saw me conquering my studies and my fellow students, wearing that shining yellow golden coin for being the Best Student out of my college, he came running and hugged me and lifted me right in front of the thousands of onlookers who were on their heels to shower me with a standing ovation.

Where would I run for that hug and blessing,
When I win my next battle?

He was hounded by his own, the relatives, who were deaf to his definitions on the persisting problems. Finances fielded recurring debts and routed him through rapier like attacks through deficiency.

He was like a marauding mongoloid soldier running through discouragement and ripping apart its heart. His courage smashed sickness to smithereens. His indomitable will couldn't be bent by people who questioned his existence.

When he hardly had a bicycle of his own, he spoke of a brand new car of his own.... His last journey was in his own car, which was brand new when it was bought. When he hardly had enough to pay off his medical bills, he used to assure him of the best bike in the country................ He got his son a HONDA Unicorn almost immediately after it was launched.

He was a very angry man, who couldn't put up with a word or work out of place. Diamond like hardness and a glittering love that even forgave his worst enemies who tried to kill him, made him more precious than anything that was ever attainable.


He visited people in their sickbeds, powered by pills and potions, without which, he himself would have been in the close confines of a nursing home.

His dreams to buy atleast a cage or a kennel for his family evaporated under the heat of the real estate stakes. His plans to see his daughter's marriage was just another mirage.

He had the qualities of a compassionate Leader, but ended up as a thankless ladder.

I saw a Satellite Launch Vehicle in Him....................He carried us, launched us into the orbit but didn't travel alongside, for he burnt himself up, blew up and dissolved after overcoming all odds.

I wanted to dig his grave and kiss his face. Like Lenin's body, I want my dad's body to be preserved without blame or blemish, embalmed by the sincere flow of love and gratitude from his children and dearest wife.


Daddy, I love u so much.
Ur ever loving son