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Harpreet Singh Grewal
28th July 1947 - 18th Feb 2004
It is with profound sadness that we have to share the news of
Huppy(Bobby)'s passing away yesterday. While the country celebrated
Shivratri, Huppy breathed his last in Gangaram Hospital, New Delhi.
Fighting Leukaemia for many years he lost the battle finally to leave
his family and friends shattered.
We his classmates can never forget his cheerful face and infectious good
humour. Having been with him in school and college, I may be accused of
being biased in recalling his memories but one thing I am certain of -
he had many friends but no foes for I have yet to meet any one who spoke
ill of him. No, Mr. Verghese you were wrong about him. He did not take
up the trades you predicted for him. He became an officer and a
gentleman and, above all, a peddler of good wishes, cheerfulness and
humane values.
A tall strapping sardar, I remember him in one of his finest moments
leading the C.R.P.F. contingent on Republic day down Rajpath in the late
seventies. Yes, he joined this police force in 1971 after doing his post
graduation in history from Punjab University in 1969. Lately he had been
on deputation to Punjab police.
He passed out from B.C.S. with the class of '63(R) having done his
entire schooling there. Many a teacher would remember his pranks in the
classroom and many an O.C. would have been the butt of his practical
jokes but there was a complete absence of malice. Unfortunately, due to
ill health he had not been able to attend the class reunions, which
started about a year back, and we sorely missed him.
Let us all pray that the Almighty has now taken him in His fold and put
an end to his suffering. He leaves behind a mother, wife, a son, a
daughter and many whose lives he touched. In all their grief they should
retain the memories of his fragrance and try to emulate it. That would
be a befitting salutation to him.
B.M.Singh (C '57-'63)
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February 20, 2004
Dear Class of 63,
I remember Happy in the boxing ring. Hair strewn about. Far from
technical.
But plucky to the point of craziness. Never gave up. What a fighter. All
of
us have to go one day, but it seems so damn unfair for lives to be lost
before time.
I have been fighting the chemical industry for over 15 years now. I have
had
million dollar defamation and criminal cases filed against me. Why?
Because
I said that pesticides and chlorinated compounds cause cancer. In my
family
four people suffer from cancer. I speak to thousands of kids each year
and
in their schools I always ask, how many people have someone in their
family
suffering from cancer. 15 years ago only a few hands would be raised.
Today
more than 30 per cent of the class raises its hands.
I would urge all of us to do an audit in our own homes. Do you pay for
"pest
control"? If so you are risking cancer directly. A much
better option is to
keep kitchens super clean and use neem and other "home
remedies". Do you use
insect repellents? That's another dangerous thing to do. Equally
effective
is citronella oil rub, or just a lemon peel rub. Why pour toxic phenyl
into
the bucket when swabbing is done to clean floors? Or put lethal phenyl
tablets in urinals. All these are dangerous. Food. Its not all that
difficult to buy food from organic sources. If this is impossible, at
least
wash, rewash and then re re wash all food before cooking it.
We are also attacked when we order paints for our homes that are
contaminated with chemicals. Non-toxic paints are not easily available,
but
if you shop around you can get them.
Is this an obit for Happy? No. But it is one of the best ways to honour
his
memory because I know he would not want any of our families suffering
the
fate his family has had to suffer.
Cancer can strike any one of us. Any time. I suppose the best thing to
do is
to be happy for every new day. Be grateful for the fact that we have two
hands and legs and friends and family.
We were really lucky to school in Shimla. Those treks, the cold, the
dark
walk back from town leave. Chippus puris. And the sparkling clean air.
All
this contributed to making us who we are. What made Happy who he was.
I can't help feeling that somewhere up there Happy probably now has all
the
answers we do not.
All the best,
Bittu
Bittu Sahgal (97),
Now the Editor of Sanctuary Magazine (check out our website to see the
road
I have traveled since school!),
602, Maker Chambers V,
Nariman Point,
Mumbai 400 021 INDIA
Email: bittu@sanctuaryasia.com
www.sanctuaryasia.com
www.kidsfortigers.org
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