The Old Sanawarian Society

Ricky Phoolka, we met you when we were nine

We were best friends in no time

Together we were a team,

cricket, football, always mean

Massive joora, but the girls found you just fine!

Your mum’s Pinnis, delicious and so fine

Privileged we were to share that love

They will make you big and strong she said,

So we always ate some right before bed

Spirit of an explorer,

took to adventure like none, and above all

We remember your photography,

always exemplary

Bikes, trucks, cars anything went,

for you no obstacle too great to bend

Stand-up guy, ever-loyal friend,

and a proper fighter to the end

Mistakes some, but corrections quick,

led you to be a successful Rick

Free spirit like the air and sea

Mountains and deserts you conquered them all

Our times we will always cherish and remember

Seems like a second ago, memories so real,

they burn like embers

We know you’re somewhere there,

your spirit still free

And forever and always shining down on us

We think of your family and a life far too short

The grief they feel we cannot comprehend,

and we keep thinking of you our friend

Now all we can do is pray for you,

while we know you smile on us from there

So bitter to bear in the end,

for now, nothing else to say but… …..

farewell my friend! ~ Karan Bolaria, Rajdeep Sekhon, Haripal Nakai

Batch of ‘95

Obituary - Gurvinder Singh Phoolka ‘Ricky’ OS ‘95