The periodic table was his bible
Kept his 12 yr old brother in check. Advised him on what to buy, how to play his stakes on lego universe. Scolded him for spending too much money. Loved and idolized him more than anything. Arjun was the only person that could put a smile on his face when he was down.
Pa had the best ears, was the best cook, best at Math. But no dancing please, he had to draw a line there.
Teachers, his agents W, Q and C were his lifeline. He looked forward to them with the need of an addict.
Books, we couldnt keep up with him. We should have moved the bookstore in our garage. His books took him places he'd rather be at.
Music, oh music was his soul. He could groove and move. His piano took him on musical journeys, the melody fed his soul.
His friends, how loyal he was to them. They were his soulmates, his brothers in arms.
His home was his safety. The sofas for cuddling with us, and concocting mischievous plans with his brother. The fireplace for reading next to. The backyard, his kingdom for sword fights and decadent BBQ's. His room was his palace where he loved sleeping with Sir Hoppy Bun Bunz and chuppering with his brother until they were scolded.
His kitchen, where he spent most of his waking hours was where he called all the shots. Arjun called him a cow, he could chew on a bite long enough to finish his Calvin & Hobbs. Arjun called him the king of change minds - I want shrimp, no quessedilla, no pasta - ofcourse he would say this after the meal was ready.
His Ma was his driver, cook, nurse, compaion, Cruella, and someone with whom he could be himself.
Our darling Amaey passed away on September 25 at 9:50pm.
His Memorial Service is on October 1, 4:00-7pm at Hakone Estate and Gardens