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Tapan Pradhan

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Jul 12, 2009, 4:03:34 AM7/12/09
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Just to updat all of you :

My father has expired on last Thursday (9th July'09) after suffering a prolonged illness.  He was completely on bed for the last 1yr. since his body parts were paralised due to neurological issue.

My mother expired in 1st Mar'03.  So there are no more "pichutun" except some of the best memories..

tapan


Narendra Sarkar

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Jul 12, 2009, 12:11:16 PM7/12/09
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Dear Tapan,
It is hurt to hear that your father is no more. I know it is a great loss, and I do not know how to condole you. I pray to god may his soul rest in peace.
With love,
Naren

Swarup Pal

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Jul 14, 2009, 11:42:31 AM7/14/09
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Tapan,
 
I am sorry. tor ei update ta pore monta kharap lageche. baba make harano is a great loss in life.
 
I pray to god for peace of his sole.
 
bhalo thakis.
 
Swarup


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chittresh coomer

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Jul 15, 2009, 1:05:55 AM7/15/09
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Dear Tapan,
I feel so sorry about the incident! It's an irrepairable loss and there was. is and will be no one ever like baba-ma..
luv,
chittresh

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Narendra Sarkar

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Jul 17, 2009, 1:33:37 PM7/17/09
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Hi all,
You guys might like the poem below.


Autumn leaves are falling all around

And more of them there are than can be numbered

A thousand times lovers die

The fire leaves their lips

And so many loves go with the treacherous flow time

So many partings there are that we can never count

Even as we meet

We have already parted

Even as I die Ananda

I hear the sprouting buds of early spring

Like the raining leaves beyond our numbering

Are the truths that lie under the sky

I bring only a few

By which I feel we can understand our suffering.

So mournful you are, Ananda that you see not

That death is only a part of all that lives

And what I speak may soon be all forgotten

So go and preach what you believe

And gather all your mind can grasp

From the truths raining down like leaves from the silent heavens

And remember that which all my teachings lead towards

Be you lamps unto yourselves.

---A Poem by Mahmood Jamal

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