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HIS LAST YEARS

Around 1978 or thereabouts, Panditji, at the age of eighty, started curtailing his hours of public service owing to frail health. Pt Som Dutt decided that the only way Panditji could continue his public service would be to meet people only for a few hours by appointment, in the morning. Panditji’s day would still start quite early. Even during winters, he would have his first appointment at about 6:30 AM. Pt. Som Dutt would sit next to him and make horoscopes and varshphals and read from the Lal Kitab for Panditji. The 1952 edition of Lal Kitab continued to be the primary reference material. The daily sessions would last till about 9:30 in the morning.

During the afternoons, Panditji would alternate between taking rest and writing new material.

Three days before his death, a photographer visited him with a horoscope. Panditji asked the photographer to take a couple of his pictures. That was really strange; he had never let anyone take his picture except once or twice before.

Finally, the day before his death, an unemployed young man came to him for getting his horoscope interpreted. As was his habit, Panditji did not ask the young man who he was, where he lived etc. He looked at his horoscope and told him some specific things pertaining to the horoscope. The young man asked Panditji about his job prospectus. “According to your varshphal, wherever you are living right now, is not your parents’ house. An old man who lives exactly behind your current dwelling is about to die within a few hours. That is when you will get your letter of employment.” Coincidentally, Panditji’s grandsons, Iqbal and Rakesh were sitting with him at the time of this reading. “Babaji (Grandfather) what are you talking about? This is our neighbor’s grandson visiting from the city. We live right behind them.” “I don’t know about that. All I know is that the old man has to go whosoever he may be. If it is me, so be it that way.” The grandchildren asked Panditji if they could perform an upaya for him. “Beemari ka ilaaj to hai,, par maut ka koi ilaaj nahin,” Panditji repeated what is written as the first line in Lal Kitab. He passed away in his sleep that night. The neighbor’s grandson got a telegram in the morning from his father that he had been offered a government job.

Pandit Roop Chand spent countless hours of his life helping people through his knowledge. He was a karmayogi and a Rishi in the true sense of the term, doing his duty selflessly and relentlessly; without any desire for recognition, compensation or gain. He never called himself an “Expert of Lal Kitab” or any other honours that the various Lal Kitab practitioners have assumed these days. “He dictated to me the knowledge. My interpretation may be flawed, but there is no flaw in His words,” he used to say. He always had the good of others in his heart. Full of compassion, he never failed to help his fellow citizens. A rare individual, indeed.

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