RAVI GANESAN

How fast a year passes and how much stronger some memories are over time. I knew Ravi when we were in middle school and my school years ended 1982 and I think we lost tough some three years later or so. Part of why saw lot of Usha and Ravi was they lived close by in days New Delhi still had blue skies , real winter fog and walking was a pleasure. There is memory of bird counts, of long debates on the subjects as diverse as the population bomb and appropriate technology, on how best to save...

My dear dear Ravi ....a picture from Miramar lake ....I know you are there somewhere in the rippling waters, the blue skies, the songs of the ducks, the golden hills, the rustling breeze.... May your soul always be filled with peace, laughter and wit! Miss you so very much dear brother.

Ravi my brother, I'm not offering condolences or sharing sorrow, because you have been with me every day since you left us on this plane a year ago. Thank you for watching over me and guiding my steps and smacking me on the head every once in a while. See you at the Jangpura pipe, bring your guitar.

We were all saddened to hear of Ravi's early departure from this world. The final page in the book of his life seems to have come much too early, before his story had properly drawn to a close.

Ravi was a brilliant man, a man of sincere and strong convictions, and generous of spirit. He would often volunteer his time to help arrange and support local spiritual and charitable organizations and programs.

I found in Ravi a sincere spiritual seeker - someone who followed...

Ravi- what can I say.
Your amazing achievments have made us all proud of you. Even though after school we almost never had the chance to interact I clutched at the opportunity to say to myself, if not to others - he was my friend and almost a brother.
I remember the days we studied for exams together. Where you got me into the habit of writing things down again and again. You made me buy those huge jute bound journals and scribble everything again and again, from cover to cover. I...

At once, Ravi was my mentor, my father, my brother and my inspiration. We were his Irish family. Together, we shared blessings, stories and a wonderful sense of fun. Through thick and thin, he looked out for us always. Thanks for everything, my dear friend. Imithe ró luath. In ár gcroíthe go deo.

I can't believe he's gone.
He was like an elder brother to me, when we met back in '85. Taught me how to shave and drive properly, introduced me to The Rolling Stones, Led Zep, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath. And John Updike. And Graham Greene. And that insane trip to Katpadi.
It was great knowing you, Ravi. I cherish the memories.

My darling uncle,

It seems so impossible that I’ll never again yell “Ravi!” in mock outrage at a prank you cleverly devised, or hear you chuckle gleefully as you discover a prank I carefully laid out for you. The last time you visited, I “book bombed” you by laying out the most dense reads I could find, open to their most engaging paragraph, taking advantage of your curiosity so you just had to read all of themincluding the ones too boring for me to read. A few years ago, I...