This in essence is what Ramesh Korappath is! It was nearly two decades ago that I first encountered this remarkable soul while writing a feature on him for Mint, where I was then employed. Since that moment, a bond has flourished, deepening with countless conversations that drift across topics – from agricultural practices and literature to philosophy. These talks often stretch late into the night, either under the quiet glow of embers at the crematorium or at his office. Yet, the stillness is frequently broken by the relentless calls announcing departures from this world, to which Ramesh, unwavering and compassionate, responds offering all the necessary services.

In an age of modern nuclear families, the passing of a loved one is both a sorrowful and bewildering experience, bewildering because many find themselves unfamiliar with the sacred rites of farewell. Here, Ramesh Korappath’s calm and comforting guidance becomes a balm to the grieving, providing clarity and peace in a time of need.

Ramesh was the trusted local lieutenant of the all-time great writer VKN – a role that has gifted him with countless stories about the author, tales that are as rich and vivid and sarcastic as the works of the great writer himself.

His presence at Ivormadom – a sanctuary revered as the temple of spiritual wisdom – is itself a beacon for those who seek solace when they reach there. Deeply respected, even adored by countless souls, Ramesh stands as the very embodiment of selfless dedication. Among his many quiet deeds is his unwavering commitment to conserving a native cow breed, a passion pursued without thought of reward. In the midst of a crisis at the crematorium over a decade ago, the image of a calm, unshaken Ramesh tending to his staff and his cows remains vividly etched in my memory. It stands tall like him like a testament to his enduring grace and compassion.

To me, Ramesh is a friend, a philosopher, a guide, a caretaker, a cowherd, an agriculturist, a lover of percussion, a voracious reader, and, above all, a profound humanist – all harmoniously woven into a single soul.

May he continue to offer solace to the loved ones of those who have departed, for, they need his comforting presence the most.”

Ajay Menon’s (A journalist for the last 40 years. Presently, Consultant Editor with Metro Vaartha) Reflection on Ramesh Korappath