Dr Antony Charles
Harington Watson
Gentle, loving and caring,
Ever ready to oblige,
Sincere and serene,
Never ever in visible turmoil.
Steadfast and sure in his pursuits,
True to his work and his ethics,
Humble, modest and shy,
Rarely used the ‘me’ or ‘I’
– that was Tony Watson for all.
A scientist to the core,
Yet brusque he never was,
When he asked questions,
About the ‘how’ and ‘why’.
Virtue for him was not
A means for what lay beyond;
It was just his way of life –
A follower of Emanuel Kant.
He always listened more
And sparingly if he talked,
And quiet though he was
Endeared himself to all.
Race, religion, or colour
Mattered not to him.
When help was deserving and due
He gave it with open arms.
His tread was soft and supple,
Always proper but not prim,
He mixed easily with the crowd,
Never standing out.
Plastic surgery was
Only a part of his laudable life
But when he played that part
The act was majestic and tall.
Many an honour he got
But never did he brag;
That was not his style
Humble as he was.
His was a life from which
All of us must learn–
I, on my part, promise too
As memories will make me yearn.
Over and above all,
He was a family man,
Proud of his children,
And loyal to his Anne.
Farewell to you Tony–
We will forever remember you,
For your kindness and love,
That was heartfelt and true.
—Your old friend Ravin (Thatte)
(Please refer to detailed biography authoured by Dr Mukund Thatte in previous issue[[1]]).
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