Today on 4th of April 2012 Tuesday afternoon not only we the friends, professional colleagues, nears and dears, family members of you are mourning your permanent departure from this mortal planet but ironically the Sun hides behind thick layers of gloomy clouds, tonight I think moon too will do the same.
Already your fatal sickness had made us mentally prepare for this moment of grief even though we were expecting a miracle in shape of your recovery. But that did not happen and you left us once for all. Tears of grief and sorrow are rolling down from our swelled eyelids but these drops of saline water are of no use for you dear. But what else we can do? Sorry Yaar, our scientists can recycle anything but not any living thing, not even an ant. Your existence was full of life in every way so who can even think to make it again.
And you Izhar, Initially a solitary traveler in the field of Mass Communication and journalism, you made others to live in galaxy of unity and integrity. You used to call your every senior “BOSS” but as a matter of fact no one matched your sincerity and openheartedness. Your 1st senior at AFP office Mr. Surender Singh Oberio alias Lovely Singh was always proud of you and often used to call you a versatile and humble subordinate. In your absence he often used to tell me that Izhar is future asset of journalism in Kashmir.
Izhar Dear, You always gave us happiness and joy; you never ever hurt anyone .Media circles are in a state of shock. Death is ultimate reality we know and you hugged the angel of death too with humble attitude, but we the media community of Kashmir lost you and that is what which can never be compensated.
Allah bless your soul and shower patience to your parents, spouse and little kids.
Izhar, You will remain always smiling in our hearts and minds.
Your Own Bro
(Alif Meem Azad)
Already your fatal sickness had made us mentally prepare for this moment of grief even though we were expecting a miracle in shape of your recovery. But that did not happen and you left us once for all. Tears of grief and sorrow are rolling down from our swelled eyelids but these drops of saline water are of no use for you dear. But what else we can do? Sorry Yaar, our scientists can recycle anything but not any living thing, not even an ant. Your existence was full of life in every way so who can even think to make it again.
And you Izhar, Initially a solitary traveler in the field of Mass Communication and journalism, you made others to live in galaxy of unity and integrity. You used to call your every senior “BOSS” but as a matter of fact no one matched your sincerity and openheartedness. Your 1st senior at AFP office Mr. Surender Singh Oberio alias Lovely Singh was always proud of you and often used to call you a versatile and humble subordinate. In your absence he often used to tell me that Izhar is future asset of journalism in Kashmir.
Izhar Dear, You always gave us happiness and joy; you never ever hurt anyone .Media circles are in a state of shock. Death is ultimate reality we know and you hugged the angel of death too with humble attitude, but we the media community of Kashmir lost you and that is what which can never be compensated.
Allah bless your soul and shower patience to your parents, spouse and little kids.
Izhar, You will remain always smiling in our hearts and minds.
Your Own Bro
(Alif Meem Azad)
