In Memoriam March 2024
A dear, retired Cavalry friend of truly generous heart and ‘Blistering Barnacles’ outlook in thet (unvarnished) Punjabi who laughed at himself (I’m re-tyred hence prone to unpredictable bursting sir, he’d chortle), Major Rajbir Brar not just outranked Tintin’s Cap’n Haddock but out-cursed him by leagues; Punjabi being rather more expressive than all other languages. Raji was an enigma; a paradox beyond conventional understanding. Quixotic, prickly, an officer who also spoke the Queen’s English expected from a Sherwodian, he cared deeply yet postured otherwise. Ridden with crippling co-morbidities that lacerated his oft-incised body, Raji disregarded poet Dylan Thomas’ angry, flailing remonstration to his dying father to ‘rage, rage against the dying of the light’. Instead, Raji went gentle into that good night. Traumatised in mind and body he stoically fore-suffered all till the bell tolled for him.
That last dinner, exceptionally gifted foodie Raji had
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