In Dehradun’s fold, where ridges dream,
And history walks by every stream,
A friendship bloomed, both firm and true
Forged in duty’s calm and journal’s hue.
I had newly joined as the city’s DM,
When Satish rode with me, one p.m.
For a thana inspection he accompanied me
But a brief stop at the Tehsil found me
So my car, with him, sped on to the thana gate,
Where they thought he bore the DM’s weight!
With salutes and files, and chairs set right
He smiled through all, not one to slight.
To this day, we share a laugh so wide,
Of that mistaken regal ride.
A tale that time has only warmed,
Of how respect and cheer are formed.
But jest aside, his work speaks plain —
With ink and courage, not with chain.
The Garhwal Post — his noble craft
Holds steady, strong, and free from draft.
Three decades now it’s stood its ground,
Where truth, not noise, is daily found.
He calls a spade just what it is,
No fog of fear, no cloak, no fizz.
And deeper still than headlines run,
Are friendships he has built, one by one.
He keeps his friends close, like pages kept
In memory’s light, where trust has slept.
So here’s to Satish — voice and flame,
To honest work and well-earned name.
With blessings full, I raise this toast —
To thirty years of The Garhwal Post.
- Shishir Priyadarshi, former IAS officer.
