The Playground of Heaven Awaits my Friend

Vedobrato Chatterjee on Tuesday, April 24, 2012 at 2:29am

He was born with a certain defect
He was forced to take to the chair
He had to be helped around
By his parents everywhere

This young lad, when he was only eight
Was brought to my class one day
I remember his dad talking to the teacher
And we could not help but stare

Little did we know who he is
Little did we know his pain
Little did I know that one day
I would want to see him again

We tried to help him when possible
We somehow felt pity for him
But he started seeming less different
And slowly began to fit in

We almost forgot there was more to his smile
We almost forgot he could not run
All we can remember now are his jokes
With his last goodbye to everyone

Sometimes he would remain absent for few days
And we would overhear something about an operation
But each set of stitches his body welcomed
Could only make his smile widen

Pity and sympathy were words
That never existed for this little brat
He would proudly use his crutches
Like something we others didn’t have

Brilliant in academics
Naughtier than most of us
His sense of humour was what
Always came forth first

And the years passed for all of us
With the usual shit of school
And he was the popular celebrity
With his wittiness and cool

He excelled in engineering
Then got a decent job somewhere
But he kept in touch with all his friends
Even till his last day

Harsh, My friend, the last time we met
We were all downing beers
Now we are left with empty glasses
To fill with drowning tears

But now you will play my friend
For all those years on the chair
Only the pastures of heaven deserve you
For which we all shall pray

I wonder how many you will seduce
With your enchanting smile
I wonder how many will know your spirit
That still makes you survive

For a person like you eternally survives
In the hearts of each one
The fight you fought each day of life
You have now finally won

R.I.P.

Harshavardhan Pande. (7 January 1988 – 23 April 2012)

You will always be remembered and respected by each person whose life you have ever touched.
You have shown the greatest spirit and still remain the biggest inspiration I have ever personally experienced.
I feel privileged to have been a part of your life. And I am sure we all feel the same way

‘One has to experience life before one can express it’ – Harsh Pande

“Harsh Pande, author of our latest bestselling novel, Hiccups” – Jaico Publications


Harsh Pande was born and brought up in the amazing city of Pune. He completed his education at St. Vincent’s High School and College Pune, where he was a topper in both the SSC and HSC Examinations and also featured in the popular TV Show Bournvita Quiz Contest representing the West Zone. After that he aced his Computer Science B Tech Degree at the prestigious College of Engineering Pune (COEP). He was then campus-selected by a leading consulting firm.


Harsh displayed exceptionally admirable spirit and intelligence which helped him achieve excellent results in academics and other endeavors, despite suffering from complicated orthopedic disorder by birth which entailed a separate battle for rehabilitation through several surgeries. However, his resilient spirit and lust for life were indefatigable.
Those who came in contact with him were fascinated by his wit and indomitable cheerful attitude towards life.


Through all his years from St. Vincent’s to COEP and then the crazy world of Consulting, writing had remained a consistent passion : from writing actively for the school and college magazines to publishing a post on his blog to launching Project Breakup on Facebook. After completing HICCUPS, he was simultaneously working on a book of quotes penned by him and outlining the theme of his next novel.


His entrepreneurship and sagacity is evident from his literary effort so vividly put forth in his first novel HICCUPS inspired after experiencing an “epiphany” while holidaying in Goa.


Harsh Pande passed away after a cardiac arrest on 23rd April 2012.
He was 24 years, 3 months and 16 days old.
Hiccups is his first novel with approximately 1,20,000 words