O B I T U A R Y

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)   

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),
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I have traveled since school!),
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