On Bushan’s six-month ceremony

A Tender Farewell to Our Beloved Baiji

Six months have passed since you left us, Bhushan Misri—our dear Baiji—yet the weight of your absence lingers like an unfinished melody. Today, as we gather to honor your memory in solemn ceremony, our hearts ache with the quiet sorrow of missing you, even as they swell with gratitude for the luminous legacy you left behind.

Born in April 1941, amidst the blossoms of spring, you arrived as a promise—a jewel, just as your name foretold. Bhushan: an ornament, a brilliance that adorned not only your family but all whose lives you touched. Your mother, Soma, cradled you with hope; your father, Janki, named you with a poet’s vision, foreseeing the radiance you would bring into the world. And so, you did—through your wisdom, your gentle grace, and the quiet strength of your character.

A scholar, an engineer, a visionary, you shaped the very foundations of progress in J&K; your work etched into the land you served. Yet beyond your professional triumphs, it was your kindness that defined you. The warmth of your presence, the depth of your ideas, the way you made even the simplest moments feel sacred—these are the gifts we clutch tightly now, like fragile treasures in trembling hands.

Baiji, you were our guiding star in life, and now, though parted from us, you shine still distant yet constant, a light in the vast sky of memory. We speak your name and feel the echo of your laughter, the weight of your wisdom, the love that outlives time itself.

Today, as prayers rise and tears fall, we whisper: You are missed. You are cherished. You are forever our Bhushan—our brightest ornament, our eternal adornment.

May your soul rest in peace, even as your light continues to guide us from afar.

With love and remembrance,
Your Family and All Who Hold You Dear

OM -Shanti… Shanti… Shanti

With tears in his eyes, it is your brother Sham, Bairaj, you would call me, remember.