The Memories – that will endure
Big Fish. A nondescript movie from long ago, very dissimilar to what we are experiencing, yet so apt for the moment. Who was this man that so many loved and admired? What were his qualities that he never spoke about, yet had so much of an impact on all around him? Have we understood all that was special about him?
The movie is about a grown up son and his dying father. The son has grown up listening to father’s stories from his eventful life - of wondrous places, brave acts and fabulous people. The son – unsure if these stories were myth or reality – comes to his father’s death bed, struggling to put everything together and understand who his father really was. The penultimate scene is a wonderful one, where everything falls in place. It is his father’s funeral, and all the protagonists from his father’s many stories have come to pay their respect. It is then that he realizes that all the surreal, the bizarre, the fantastic stories were all indeed true – and what a truly great person his father was. The many people he helped, his brave acts and the many lives he touched. When I entered the house, I was reminded of this scene. The many police officers, movie personalities, eminent citizens, old friends and grieving family members were all testimony of a larger than life person. The many lives that he touched, the countless people he helped, the numerous friends he had, all clamored loudly through the silence in the house. While we had heard a few vignettes, the thronging mourners spoke of the volumes that we never heard. Each had something to tell – of bravery, of love, of loyalty, of compassion, of devotion. So many stories, of this multi-faceted man, that he was too humble to tell and we were too busy to ask. Amazing episodes from the life of this wonderful man, whom we had all come to love, admire and respect. And now that he is not amongst us, we might never hear these wonderful chapters. He wanted to write a book to share his experiences, but now, memories is all we will have to hold on to.
In the last scene the son completes his father’s final story. By now, the son knows that his father is a unique person and he wants his father’s last act to be memorable. The son carries his father to the lake, where he – magically – morphs into a big fish and swims away happily …. cheered on by all who shared his life, as his son looks on proudly. A happy ending to a life well lived. It is said that our life must be evaluated only when we die. The emotions, respect and adulation were a testament to a life spent helping others. As we bid you goodbye, we wish you would have chosen to stay a bit longer. But as we look on, happy to have shared a small part of your life, and see you gently glide away, we know you will always be in our midst and continue to inspire us. We cannot be sad. Yours was a life to celebrate and to emulate.
“A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal”
Venky Nayar