He was there six months ago when I got married. My adored uncle and almost-father, he was. In Lucknow, he perished. How? The family continues to query. Girish Chandra Tripathi, my uncle, is a master of self-neglect. He was appreciative of life positive aspects but never of himself. He had a two-story home to himself. Early in the 1990s, his young wife Alpa passed away. His daughter stays overseas while his son attends school in Hyderabad. The four never actually got around to relocating in one place as adults for an extended period.
He closed his gates last week and left. He never came back. As she did every evening, his daughter kept calling him from the US. She was unaware that her father’s body was in the morgue of a nearby hospital. His prediction that he would quit and simply leave and you wouldn’t know & quot; had come true. Gayab ho jaunga aur aap logon ko pata nahi chalega. He was not suicidal, no. He occasionally treated us in this manner. Snippy. He had passed out on the road away from his house. He was taken to a hospital immediately after a motorist alerted the police. According to the police report, he died there. He was impossible to identify since he never carried a wallet or traveled with a cell phone. As a result, He lay undiscovered for four days. He was taken to a hospital immediately after a motorist alerted the police. According to the police report, he died there. He was impossible to identify since he never carried a wallet or traveled with a cell phone. As a result, he lay undiscovered for four days. Calls were made in a panic as his daughter, my cousin, got concerned. Delhi and Lucknow relatives were informed. By Thursday, she realized there was a serious problem. The authorities were contacted.
According to a message sent in the family WhatsApp group late on Friday night, my unclepassed away. How did they find out? The family was requested to recognize him from images of several victims who passed away in the city that week. He was standing there with a shirt and pants, his right hand resting on his chest, and his mouth slightly open, as if he were constantly sleeping. But he was already gone. The body had been cremated, and the family was informed after they had hurried to Lucknow. After an hour of mind-boggling misunderstanding, they were informed that the body had not been cremated as is customary for remains left unclaimed for four days. After his son came on Saturday night, he was cremated. Still traveling was his daughter. The dude was completely absent online. He avoided social networking sites because he was afraid of technology. He only used an iPad to make video calls to his daughter. His antiquated smartphone wouldn't allow for that. He used to have us look for his grey hair when we were younger. As each of us gave up our little haul, there was a count. A scooter ride served as the prize. Going bald was his concept of a haircut since it was simpler and quicker. He was proud of what we had accomplished. He never distinguished between his offspring and ours, those of his older brother. He had the same standards for how tough or kind he was to each of us. He pushed us to succeed even though he was known for declining promotions that required relocation to other places. He spoiled me. I once had to travel to Chennai from Delhi for a job interview at a journalism school. I was given a sleeper-class train ticket, and I was informed that it would make me more resilient in life. I resisted going. He entered and presented me with a ticket for the AC two-tier Rajdhani Express to Chennai. I didn’t get the job. He remained silent. On one of his travels to Delhi, we went to a sizable South Delhi mall where he tried on a shockingly crimson jacket with glitter. He even offered to take a picture for us. He was endearing. And ecstatic as well. I'll always remember him in that way. Toh aap Kabhi TV pe nahin aayenge (You won't be seen on TV)," he once questioned me. I said that I both write and edit. The man who left no digital traces—he had no credit cards, Gmail, social media accounts, or online ticket purchases—still wanted me to appear on the big TV. This memorial is how I’m ensuring his continued existence online. I believe he would concur.
