04/07/2025
You were never just a grandfather to me.
You were my listener, guide, teacher, and safe space — a man who could heal wounds not with solutions, but with silence, presence, and stories.
Every other week in Bangalore, I’d find myself seated by your side, asking the questions life threw at me. You always had a way of answering them — not directly, but through values. Through Vinay, through Vivek, and through a kind of humility that I’m still trying to learn.
You called Rushina “Pari,” just like you had a nickname for everyone — a gentle way of saying “you are seen, you are loved.”
You taught not with sermons, but with discipline, routine, and Swadhyaya — your daily ritual of inner reflection and spiritual reading. That quiet corner of yours, your laughter between deep truths, your banter stitched between profound pauses — I’m grateful that they’ve all been captured in the raw footage I treasure now.
You gave your time to strangers, your wealth to the needy, and your life to dharma. You built more than businesses — you built people.
And through it all, you lived a life that was not loud, but large. Rich in meaning. Rich in love. Rich in wisdom.
Your idea of Dharma was never about rituals or idols, but about how we live each day — how we interact with the universe, with awareness.
You always said, “Awareness is the real dharma.”
Your spiritual journey was guided by the purest light — Shrimad Rajchandraji, Jain dharma, and teachings like Atmasiddhi that shaped your soul and your path.
And always — you gave Nanisa the credit.
You’d say, “Whatever I’ve achieved, wherever I’ve reached, it is because of her. She was my anchor, my blessing, my turning point.”
She was your quiet strength, your inspiration to walk the spiritual path, and you never missed a moment to say it aloud.
Thank you for showing us what a fulfilled life truly looks like.
For being our foundation. For leaving behind not just memories, but a path.
This is not goodbye.
This is a bow to a life well lived.
And a promise — to carry your light forward.
Love always, Nanaji 🤍