Remembering Dileep!

MYSORE – Dileep Mouleesha, aged 24, died unexpectedly, yesterday afternoon at 1500hrs local time. He leaves behind sorrowing parents and a grief-stricken sister.

It is said that an obituary is the best place to write the truth about a dead man. Hence, this write up is a tribute to the inflexible teetotaler who got intoxicated by life itself.

Born to unsuspecting parents in the year of the rooster, he was always racing with time as if he had a premonition that his end was close.

Being the perfectionist he was, he judged himself way too hard. He complained occasionally that he failed to reach his goals. He stopped short of playing professional tennis, gave up 2 levels below a coveted black belt in taekwondo and had a stab at being a movie maker and a photographer.

He defended himself that the basis of his endless talking was to make up for the years he had lost because he started speaking late. Though he was told he had a way with words, more often than ever his words gave way. He used to say that running was the only time when his restless mind could not think of any thing. Thus was obsessed with running and was planning to run the full marathon.

A conservative at heart, he had tasted failure in love and academics and everything that lies between them. He flaunted that he had failed so often that now he was actually took pride in his failures and said it was time for him to succeed.

An eternal optimist, he always sought to try out something new. His wish list reveals that he wanted to work for an NGO, write a book on women’s equality in the modern society, take part in a triathlon and adopt an animal in a zoo among other aspirations.

His passion for intellectual discussions was fuelled by the fact that he loved interpretation more than plain facts. He loved to laugh, brought merriment, excitement, wit, camaraderie and the joy of living.

He was never a believer in the supreme and always displayed his long life line. He always believed you could fight your fate. It is true that god mocks the mocking. In his last days, staying away from home he missed home and now more than ever.

According to his wishes his body would be donated to a hospital for research purposes.
A picture of him wearing denims, blue kurta, sporting a five o clock shadow, standing in front of his car, him arms folded, with a smile on his face will remain fresh in my mind forever. A memorial service will be announced shortly. At least now may his soul rest in peace.