Aryan Bhagat (24 Sep 2003 - 29 May 2023)

Dearest Aryan,

Remember you every single day but especially today on your birthday. We won’t get to celebrate with you, but we will always celebrate the time we spent with such an amazing person. You are forever our star, and always in our hearts.

Miss you,
Saumil mamoo, Aish mami, Ria, Neil

RIP to your dear son, Aaryan.
Om Namah Shivaya.

Dearest Aryan, we miss you, you are in front of us and in our hearts. We miss your hellooow and many more things. Be happy where ever you are. Lots of love from grand parents and family & friends

In memory of Aryan....
Our thoughts and deep condolences to your family... There are no words...may you rest in eternal peace!

Eleana Ntatsaki (Ipswich)

🌹🌹Dearest Aryan, you are in our heart and mind, as always. Missing you

Thinking of you and your family at this difficult time Mr Bhagat.
From the registrars at Ipswich (Kim, David, Jon, Beckie, Emma, Pam, Praveen, Pradyumna, Charis, Vivek and Stefan)

Aryan not only are you one of my closest friends despite the distance between us , you are my brother , there was a deeper bond to our friendship and our common interests allowed us to dream of times together that we wanted to share in the future , be it the sleepovers or the simple dinners we would have. The conversations would inspire me and I was so proud of all of your accomplishments and you never once forgot to tell me you were proud of mine like a true friend .
A time I often think back to is when I stayed over and we were “cooking” and left Armaan on his high chair and he threw both of aunty Shwetas Grand Canyon salt and pepper shakers on the floor to which they smashed and we laughed while we were getting shouted at as two cricketers not taking either catch, or when we decided to wish each other happy birthday on the midpoint of September to February due to us being born on the same day of our respective months ,
you always knew how to stay positive and laugh off any situation you were thrown in , you always gave the best advice and knew I was only a call or text away from arguing or giving my opinions about the most ridiculous things with you. I wish I'd had a chance to say goodbye, but I'll never regret the way I loved you my brother.
Uncle Shaishav, Aunty Shweta and Armaan I send you all my love and prayers and may AB rest in eternal power.

Dearest Aryan, you are in our heart and mind!! Remain true to your self, as always. Love you!!

We are absolutely heart broken to hear of Aryans passing,
You were always such a happy boy, a beautiful soul,
You will be sadly missed by many people.

Aryan: you will be in our hearts and minds forever 🤗

Esteemed DrBhagat sir, mam and d family,
I am extremely shocked to hear about extremely sad and untimely demise of dear Aryan.
I have absolutely no words to express my painful feelings.
Such cruel incidences, shakes my belief in Godly orders.
I convey my deepest and heartfelt condolences to you and the whole family.
May the almighty take Aryan in his lap and may his life work keep shining .
Aum Shanti.🙏🙏🙏

Dr Kirit kubavat, Ahmedabad.

In fond memory of Aryan, you are always with us

Dear Shaishav and Shweta,

I was informed last week by Aryan and I’s mutual friend, Shivek Sharma, of Aryan’s passing.

In this devastating time, I could only strive to add to the bliss of viewing the life that Aryan has created; so I thought I’d write about Aryan from my perspective.

I first met Aryan when we were 3 years old, when he was first childminded by my mother. By that time, I’d had recurring friendships, understood the concept of it, but they had mostly been orchestrated friendships; as many of them are at that age. When I met Aryan, immediately I knew we would become best friends - it was the commonality, and the thrill of shared experience that attracted me.

It was my first introduction to true brotherhood outside family, we did everything together: began karate together, football, playdates. One night we had finished Karate, and Shweta had driven me back to my house, where my father had experienced a concussive injury, needing paramedic attention, and to go to hospital. With my mother going with him, I was offered for either my neighbour to look after me, or to have a sleepover at Aryan’s. Within 10 minutes, we had arrived at Aryan’s house, and I can remember Shweta making the most delicious hot chocolate I had ever tasted. I stayed over, and that sleepover is still one of my fondest memories of us.

I can also remember vividly a snowy afternoon returning home from school. My mum being a childminder, she would pick us up and walk us home with many other children and their childminders. Being in the snow, we gravitated toward snowball fights, which always went too far and were stopped by the adults. Yet one child refused to stop, and continued to endlessly launch snowballs at Aryan. Being so astute, Aryan understood adults would not resolve the issue, so he turned around and pushed the boy over, who was in the year above, and punished him. This is the first time I had ever seen another boy stand up for himself, someone that wasn’t my father, and it captivated me unequivocally. I learned that true friends were your most tangible role models.

We stayed best friends throughout primary school, he pushed me further than anyone through competition, and he excelled in everything he attempted from the start. The only individual that could keep up with me on my times tables!

In Year 3, he moved out of Cambourne, and we fell out of touch. I remember seeing him once again when he visited Cambourne a couple of years later, but we had lost communication from the age of 8.

When I heard of Aryan’s passing, I felt unrestful for not being in the know of who he was and who he’d become. Yet when when I came into the knowledge that he had continued to pursue all he had started; a grade 8 in piano, a black belt in karate, and an Oxford undergraduate, to name the cherries of his amassment, a beautiful pride overcame me.

I send you all my love and strength, and may Aryan rest in eternal peace.

Jack Broderick

ૐ શાંતિ, ભગવાન સદ્દગત ના આત્માને તેમના વૈકુંઠ માં વાસ કરાવે તેવી પ્રાર્થના 🙏🏻જય શ્રી કૃષ્ણ

Dear Shaishav and Shweta,
Our prayers and thoughts are with your family during this difficult time of grieving. Although our lives intersected only for a short few years, we cherish the time and little Aryan as we fondly remember him will remain in our memories.

Om Shanti.

Vinod and Deepika

Dear Bhagat and Shah Family…. No words can heal or console you all right now… but in such toughest times, our prayers, tears and thoughts are with you..as they say God needs Gems of Earth too..Dear Aryan… is now with our maker .. in Peace🙏🏻 Please accept our sincere condolences, we are praying for strength for family 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Dear Shweta and Shaishav bhai,

I don’t have words to describe shock and sense of disbelief we had when we heard the news. May God give you and everyone close to Aryan, the strength to bear this terrible misfortune. He showed enormous promise and already achieved a lot for his relative young age.

Indukaka also sends his condolences and blessings.

Love to all,
Sanjeev kaka.

Shell shocked and deeply grieved to hear about the sad and very untimely demise of your beloved grandson at a tender age. We don't find words to express our grief. Kindly accept our heartfelt condolences on this bereavement and we pray God to give you and all your family members strength to bear this irreparable loss with fortitude. 🕉️ SHANTI 🙏🏻 Pallavi, Kamal & all family members

Thoughts are with you all...

Aruna and I a distressed at this inconsolable loss
May the creator give you all courage to face this tremendous calamity

May Aryan always shine in your lives like the unwavering Northstar
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