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Sarosh, my father, passed away on Sunday, and it would be the greatest injustice if I didn’t dedicate a blog to him. Firstly, because he was my advertising department and would tell everyone he met about my blog; and secondly, because I am as proud to be the daughter of this amazing human being as he was proud of my brother and me. Thirdly, because I want to show the world how an exceptional person is no more in it

When I told him I wanted to start ‘blogging’, he had no clue what it was, but all he said was, tell me what it is and do whatever you want to do. Then, like all snoopy fathers, he asked around and dug out the pros and cons of blogging, with obviously, more pros than cons. I did decide to start off, fixed a date, and then came the dilema of a finding a photographer, or even a friend who would use my camera to click a few pictures of mine. All of the other people I knew refused to do this for me, and my father, without hesitation and without any knowledge of how to use a DSLR, again dug around, and managed to click some of the most beautiful shots of mine, after shouting at me about how to pose ofcourse, and what was most special about his photographs was that he would click pictures right after he cracked one of his lame jokes and I would be in fits of laughter.

He never spoke too much with the people around him, and I get that gene from him; but when his favourite topic- Bikes came around, you could never stop him from talking about all the bikes in the vicinity. He could recognise every detail of the bike, including who owns it, just by listening to the passing roar of a bike.


Every time we went out, there was always someone or the other to whom he would point out to and say “That’s my friend”, and that also included any one he has met one time.

He was 23 years old when he had me, and my mom says that he picked me up and walked around with me like he was a pro at it;  and that confidence never wavered.

Never in my life have I seen him shout at or hit any one, never have I seen him jealous . Never have I seen him cry, and my goal was to see him cry at my wedding when he would see me off.

Next month is his 41st birthday, and the month after that, my 18th. It does hurt me that he won’t be there on my most important birthday, but to come to think of it, atleast he will be at peace and not suffering in a hospital. I guess believing in the afterlife is one thing I can do right now.

The best man in my life will never get a chance to threaten and nag the boys in my life. They will never get the opportunity to meet my father. But this will not stop me from telling everyone I meet about him. I was always worried about what I would tell him if I ever find someone I like, but now he will know every guy I crush on too, and I can only pity them.

The little girl I was planning on adopting once I am all grown up and stable will never see her grand-father, but that will not stop me from filling her on every little thing about him.

On the day of my college orientation, he was happier than the happiest man, and was proud like I had gotten my PhD. He had no clue what exactly I was supposed to do, but like every other time, he only asked me if I knew what to do, and went back to being the fidgity-nervous-with-happiness person.


I missed him a lot over last week, but for some reason, I never called him and told him how much I love him. I don’t remember what we spoke last, but we both knew exactly what the other was doing.

There is not one bad memory he left for any of us, and had thousands of friends. Every time someone comes to know I am his daughter, they only have the most amazing things to say about him, specially how much he touched their lives. I guess helping people around him was his hobby, and that makes me proud to be his daughter!

A friend to his children, and his wife’s best friend is what he always was. The four of us have the strongest bond, and nothing in the world will be able to break that.

I will always miss him, love him and remember his goofball craziness.

Until next time…..STAY SASSY!

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  1. SAROSH❤️.. Your being part of our lives was a blessing, your memories are our greatest treasure , you are loved beyond words and will be missed beyond measure.


  2. Sarosh was more than a friend… An inspiration for happiness and innocence… The fun times at the tracks or garage can never be replaced…


  3. Hi Jesi,
    You don’t know me but I grew up in Royapuram with your Dad. I knew the quiet Sarosh, albeit not so well. It was lovely reading your blog, to have a little peep into your life and see him from your perspective. I’m so sorry for your loss, actually losing someone like him sounds like we will all suffer with his absence. I hope you continue to do your Dad proud. – With my sympathies, Urzana Irani.


  4. Never seen a person with full of happiness , joy , funny, always with a smile face . Missing him as a biker , brother, more and more ….. Injustice to God …….


  5. A very good human being . Had the opportunity to meet him twice and he made an impression . Though not in regular touch his absence leaves me speechless with a feeling of having lost someone close to me . May his soul RIP and make him proud Beti. God bless .


  6. It was my very first meet with this gentlemen i have come across in biking community. i met him when i was laying the foundation of Chennai superbikes club as one among the two founders. and have spoken to him in deep about the members and the things we will forecasting in the coming period of time as per the club was concerned. and trust me i have never met anyone so gentle and down to earth person in spite of his age. he was always like a brother for us in the biking community. as after the first meet the club got into lot of other issues where the club got renamed to Chennai superbikers club with different people as founders. and that’s the time i left most of the biker members and yes still there few members who were in still in touch and saroshji was one among them. it is such a big loss to the community of right bikers i believe. as he used to see people not with the bikes but with passion. i thought of meeting him second time when i come with superbike of course. but this gentlemen has left us so early. i will never forget a person like you. R.I.P Ride In Peace !!!!


  7. Jovial, happy go lucky, a good human being are some words I can relate with Sarosh. You will be missed by your family and friends, however they say the good always go first. May you Rest in eternal peace.


  8. Dear Jesita,
    Your Dad was one of the few people Perin and I admired for his humility and devotion to the Zoroastrian tennets of Humata Hukta and Huveresta.
    May his soul rest in peace.


  9. Hi Jes,
    Beautifully written from the heart. I have never personally interacted with Sarosh but have always heard how genuine person he was. A good soul watching over you and guiding you through life’s journey ahead.

    May his life be a lesson for us all to learn to stay humble and keep the peace with everyone we meet.

    My heartfelt sympathies to you and all at home.


  10. I meet your dad just a few few months before he passed he was telling me about your blog, I never asked him the name and could not find it ,he told me one day you’ll see it on your wall it’s that good and he was right ,stay strong keep going


  11. Really​ loved the way you’ve portrayed this blog Jesita!! I’m so sorry for your loss… You’ll always have someone guiding you from heaven, and it will be your dad! Keep blogging, keep shining!!😘


  12. Great human being….more than a friend…a big brother who guided n hope will guide me till I ride….i will never stop thinking, talking, praising him…n will only stop when I go meet him in person…RIP BROTHER


  13. Mr.sarosh was very helpful person.i lost my son meher in accident same place where sarosh met with an accident.on 1st june sarosh help us a lot for my son’s funeral arrangement.. Really God need Good people with them i am sure RIP.God give you strength for Big loss .For us also life looks like a punishment after 22 year son loss My son was charted accountant RIp Sarosh and meher


  14. Dear Jesita,
    You will be surprised- but we knew you before getting to know your parents!
    My daughters,Simonil & Spenta are your age, & used to meet you at the Parsi club,parties in Chennai & at the Kilpauk art Class.
    I am so sorry to hear of your Dad`s sudden passing.The loss of a parent is irrepairable. While time does ease the pain , memories of his presence will give you all the strength to carry on.
    I learnt about your blog from your mother. Being a writer myself, I am so touched by the beauty & sincerity in your words about your dear father.As you cross each milestone in your life,you will feel your father`s guidance ….& you will feel his pride for you,every step of the way!
    God Bless!
    Feroza Jassawala


  15. It is the most wonderful piece, I have read. I would also like to add that nobody ever leaves us, this could be a unique note, that a part of your father is living through you, and you reflect your father, for which we all look up to.. May God bless you in all your endeavors 🙂


  16. Dear Jesita,
    I got to meet Sarosh only a couple of times, having left for the US in the early 90’s. Your grandmother saw me grow up as one of her youngest cousins and as a young man, I got to see your mother grow up since she was a baby.
    Have felt very sad since I got the news. Its wonderful reading your blog and getting to know the part of Sarosh I never knew. I must have last seen you 13 years back at your grandmothers home in Poona. Hope to meet you again sometime soon.


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