The Quiet One We All Knew – A Tribute to Arun

 In a world driven by meetings,Concalls, mails, and noise,

Where names flash by and the loudest voice

Often gets the floor—we sometimes forget

That some souls lead by simply being.


Arun was one of them.

Not the one at the mic, not the one up front,

But the one who made sure things worked.

Programs ran smoother because he was there.

Behind the screens, behind the calls,

Behind the scenes—yet part of it all.


Many of us never shared a coffee with him,

Never stood beside him in office corridors.

He was at Trivandrum, some of us far Central and north,

But the region—yes, this big, sprawling region—

Had his quiet fingerprints everywhere.


We live in times where people say

“Everyone is busy in their own world.”

But when Arun fell silent,

We saw how false that is.

We felt the shift.

The whole system stumbled for a moment,

And grief didn’t just stay with his family—

It seeped through our teams,

Across districts, branches, clusters.


The prayers weren’t just for him.

They were for what we were losing in him.

The humility. The silence. The unshaken dependability.

We waited, we hoped, we held on—

Until God decided He needed Arun more.


And maybe, He did.

Maybe God, too, needed someone

Who wouldn’t complain, wouldn’t ask,

Just do what needed to be done—

Quietly, perfectly, completely.


But Arun, in leaving, you’ve taught us something.

You’ve shown us that bonds don’t always need

Selfies or celebrations or spotlight moments.

They grow quietly—

Through respect, through shared purpose,

Through the way one person can hold up

A whole piece of the puzzle

Without ever needing credit.


We’ll miss you in places

Where your name was never spoken aloud—

In the silence before a call starts,

In the smooth way a plan unfolds,

In the unseen work someone now has to do—

And can’t quite do the way you did.


You may not have been front and center, Arun,

But you were one of the reasons this whole system stood steady.

You gave us no speeches,

But you left behind a lesson—

That the quietest ones

Are often the strongest.


Rest easy now.

Your region remembers you.

Not in noise, but in reverence.

Not just today, but every day

We move forward with one less steady hand—

But with more love, more gratitude,

And more respect for all that you were.


Daya Nair 


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