Journalist Ravish Kumar’s mother passed away, emotional post from Belgium, Bihar CM Nitish Kumar expressed grief

A big news is coming out on Tuesday. Senior journalist Ravish Kumar’s mother Yashoda Pandey has passed away. She was walking ill for many days. Giving information, Bihar’s senior journalist Santosh Singh said that Ravish Kumar’s mother is no more in this world. This is sad news for all of us. On the other hand, after the news came to the fore, people are expressing condolences towards Ravish Kumar in the social media. Paying tribute to his mother. Let us inform that Ravish Kumar is on a foreign trip these days. Only yesterday, on the occasion of May Day, he had uploaded the video in the YouTube channel. In this he told that he is in Brussels, the capital of Belgium. Ravish Kumar is originally from Motihari district of Bihar.

Bihar CM Nitish Kumar expressed condolence Bihar Chief Minister Nitish Kumar expressed deep sorrow over the demise of Ravish Kumar’s mother. He tweeted that the death of Yashoda Pandey, mother of senior journalist Shri Ravish Kumar, is saddened. She was a social and pious lady. I pray to God for the eternal peace of the departed soul.

वरिष्ठ पत्रकार श्री रवीश कुमार जी की माता जी यशोदा पाण्डेय जी का निधन दुःखद। वे एक सामाजिक और धर्मपरायण महिला थीं। दिवंगत आत्मा की चिर शांति के लिए ईश्वर से प्रार्थना है।

— Nitish Kumar (@NitishKumar) May 2, 2023

Ravish Kumar posted an emotional post Ravish Kumar posted an emotional post on social media after the information about his mother’s death. In this, he informed about the mother. At the same time expressed the thoughts rising in his heart. He wrote that-

Mother, Thought I would see Brussels not for myself, but for my visitors. As soon as he came here, he started seeing everything from behind the camera. The mother kept thinking that she would have been happier if she had not been on the ventilator, even though speaking Brussels would have become too much for her. Living with this information is like carrying a mountain. Neither I am able to make a relation of history nor of the present with the buildings here. I’m looking but can’t see anything. I am walking but don’t know how far I went and came back. I am writing at this time so that I can be with myself. I have to write to live and while writing, his laughter is coming back again and again. The picture here would have been so special for him, but now everything seems desolate because of him.

There is no place to set foot here during the day. To see its empty compound early in the morning was like entering the void that someone had created in my life. In the squareness of this 15th century building, her motherly madness was searching. How quickly news travels a distance. Without wires and internet, his whole world was confined to me. I was looking at this building from my emptiness. Some people were taking pictures in various poses to make a lifelong connection with this building. Cameras and characters were changing. The sound of ventilators could be heard in the chilly air. It seemed that someone was pouring oxygen on the walls of these buildings. The blood pressure of an idol has decreased. Suddenly someone is coming running and everything is taking hold. In one moment this building collapses but in the next moment someone saves. How long can a person breathe without lungs? Many medicines can clean the lungs but cannot make a second lung. I hold someone’s camera, it seems to be from some other country. I am from some other country.

Never had any connection with Brussels. Among the countries I have known in my life, Belgium was never there and the house with which I have been related all my life, today my mother is not there. It seems that Dr. Prakash of Paras is running from a part of this building of Grand Palace. His team is standing on one leg. Dr. Ajit of AIIMS is running in the wide corridor of his hospital. Both these doctors and their team spared no effort. The basis of hope was getting wider due to their efforts. Dr. Ajay’s Khantipan was encouraging that she will go home immediately. You all saved me from drowning in the guilt that we could not do anything. But in the midst of broken hopes all around, someone or the other is joining the two bamboo strips. To make a roof by joining or to make a boat. Dr. Prakash and Dr. Ajit are still seen connecting the two threads.

I’m thinking Even the doctor gets frustrated. That too becomes a part of a patient’s life. How empty the doctor must have been after losing the patient. He has to work again to get another patient out of the same condition. Would he have lost? Then how would he do the next struggle? How difficult it must have been for them to make eye contact with the relatives of the patients. Today we are remembering both these doctors with reverence. The sound of an ambulance is coming from somewhere in Brussels. Looks like everyone is going to the hospital once again with the mother. have come here. But the emptiness of this place is gathering me in its arms. Bihar is far away. Brussels is even further away. Everything has stopped.

The compound of the Grand Palace looks like a courtyard behind my house. His God has become deserted today. Offering flowers at whose feet was the first task for him. No one has even plucked flowers for a long time. I was always present in that worship. She used to say that I am preparing armor for you. There will be protection. Never asked me to back down. Every award was his. With every award, she would reminisce about her days. You may not be able to say the names of these awards, but her smile used to kill me. That’s why I went to Brussels. That is gone. For many days I was in this dilemma whether I should go or not. Then went away that I will come now. She wanted to send me away, so she maintained the illusion of having everything under control.

With him went the treasure of patience in my life. He was right in every trouble which was useful. Came to the country of winter, buys warm socks, hats for you, don’t know what he sees, for next winter. Mother, this summer has been very long. Today’s prize is yours, but you are not. Even that village is no longer a village, which we used to live because of you. Used to go there. Yashoda’s Nandlala… Brij’s is the light… The whole world is from my son….. I will sing if you say it.

About Ravish Kumar

Ravish Kumar is an Indian journalist. Ravish was the editor at NDTV India, a Hindi news channel of the NDTV news network. He has been the host of the channel’s flagship programs like Hum Log and Ravish Ki Report. Ravish Kumar’s prime time show Des Ki Baat was also very popular, but he resigned from this NDTV when Adani Group took over the reins of NDTV. Now he is putting videos on burning issues of the country through YouTube channel Ravish Kumar Official. Also, he has Ravish’s page on Facebook.