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A Tribute to Baba

"To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."

- Thomas Campbell

Every new joy, sorrow, triumph and disappointment reminds me that my father is no longer with me to share it. So I begin my journal by thanking my father, who was a gifted sculptor, a clever designer and devoted teacher. People who have met him even once remember him for his kindness, generosity, selflessness and helpfulness. But to me he was a loving father who strove to support every crazy wish I had - be it a specific kite I wanted to experiment with, or a chemistry lab I wanted to establish in our house, or a gas sensor I wanted to make. He, along with my mother, made many sacrifices to make it possible for me to pursue my dreams. The pain of suddenly losing him in a devastatingly painful way will never fade.

My father, K. N. Ram

The first job offer Baba received after he graduated from Visva-Bharati University, Shantiniketan, was from the University of Kerala. He did not take the offer. Life has come a full circle, and I now work in Kerala. I would like to commemorate him here by sharing a picture of one of the sculptures he made. Pictures of some more of his creations are here. Below is "Shakuntala" with a deer, made with clay, by my father, Late Shri Kashi Nath Ram.

Shakuntala, by K.N. Ram, Hardoi

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