In Memory of Yudh V.S. Jain

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On this 10th Anniversary, our hearts continue to mourn for our friend Yudh. He was a good person with an easy and generous smile. What a terrible loss. Our prayers continue for his lovely family.

*** Posted by Mary Wiley on 2011-09-16 ***

I never knew Yudh Jain, but reading through these tributes, I see that he was so well-loved and that he gave so much love too. I am so sorry that your father/husband/friend/colleague was taken away from you. I wish you courage and strength. You were lucky to have known such a person. RIP, Yudh. From fellow Indian. 9-11-2011 - 10th anniversary.

*** Posted by MEO on 2011-09-11 ***

Good-bye, Yudh. You will be remembered.

*** Posted by Bob Bryan on 2011-09-11 ***

It is hard to believe that ten years have passed. But sometimes I think it just happend yesterday. We think about you a lot and we will never forget.

Moshe

*** Posted by Moshe Kutten on 2011-09-10 ***

Judh Jain,,,commented once to me,,,"We just need to be patient",,,Great guy,,,,never really met someone like him again,,,,our thoughts will always be with you and your family! Fred and Dina-Washington DC

*** Posted by Fred Czubba on 2011-09-08 ***

Mr Yudh Jain, also known as our beloved Chachaji, is always in our cherished memories. His effervescent smile, great humor, and such loving attitude would leave anyone loving him. Our best wishes to Sneh Jain and the daughters.

Lots of love and regards,
Sandeep and Mona

*** Posted by Sandeep Agarwal on 2011-03-10 ***

Just to say that I wanted to tell you that I talked about you today with a friend who suffered a loss at the WTC.

*** Posted by Moshe on 2011-01-28 ***

September 11 is approaching again. Another year went by, but Yudh's memory never fades.

Moshe

*** Posted by Moshe Kutten on 2010-09-01 ***

As the years go by, I still can not forget Yudh.

Mel Thor

*** Posted by Mel Thor on 2010-07-22 ***

Days are crawling on by
My wait still goes on
The world that used to reach me
Is nothing but silent
It makes me feel nothing happened

The numbing feeling again and again
Covers me and suffocates me like blanket
Sometimes it seems your smiling face and
Pure laugh and gentle touch
Left my world; all my hope disappears
Into the dark night.

Millions of tears are exploding my soul
At first you were missing
Now I have been missing
In trying to find myself

I sit down on couch and
Wait for door to open
I look out the window to
Hear the car stop
Wait for the phone to ring

But this quietness and darkness
Is not letting me have any peace.

Miss you
Sneh (Sonil)

It’s not letting me have any peace.

*** Posted by Sneh Jain on 2009-10-29 ***

I worked with Yudh at Simcon and once, at his invitation, went to see his daughter dance at a traditional Indian recital. His pride in his family made him glow.

*** Posted by Sharon Bailly on 2009-09-28 ***

I was working downtown three blocks from the WTC during 9/11. I had seen and chatted with Yudh three weeks or so before on the Path train. He was a good man and is missed by all who knew him. Wishing Yudh's family and friends well.

A co-worker from ABB Simcon

*** Posted by Stephen Zucknovich on 2009-09-15 ***

For us from Simcon, "Yudh" will never be forgotten, ... yet often remembered.

*** Posted by Fred W. Czubba on 2009-09-15 ***

Yudh was a wonderful guy to work with and a real riot! I remember one hysterical trip we had to Korea. The client wasn't expecting us, and, to be polite, sent in a group of young engineers who didn't speak any English. Keeping up with the charade, we gave our presentation at super speed. I remember Yudh just couldn't contain himself and sat down and laughed and laughed. Yudh, you were great to work with and an inspiration to all. Your memory will always live on.

Barbara Stancato
A former colleague at Simcon

*** Posted by Barbara Stancato on 2009-09-15 ***

Just dropping by to wish Mr Jain's family and friends well.

Co-worker from ABB Simcon

*** Posted by Tony Ennis on 2009-09-11 ***

Yudh,

I am vising this site often, just to add a flower on your memorial. You haven't been forgotten.

Moshe

*** Posted by Moshe Kutten on 2009-08-29 ***

I did not know that any Indians had died in the 9-11 tragedy and accidentally ran into this page. Vandna (Cheena) has written a very moving piece on her dad, and why not?! Somehow, if she sends me mail, I would like to connect with her. My ID is windiam (at) vsnl (dot) com.

*** Posted by niaj shukla on 2008-08-02 ***

You were a strong pillar of our family. Now, whenever I want to share my sorrows and joys, I don't find you. You always gave me strength and moral support whenever I needed it. It is a great loss in my life.

*** Posted by Sunita Jain (Babli), sister on 2007-09-10 ***

I know this is a long time after 9/11 - but I was searching ABB Simcon on Google and found this website. I thought I did not know anyone who was in the World Trade Center at that time, but I was wrong. I worked with Yudh during my time at ABB. It was a long time ago - I have spent many years in Georgia since then - but I remember him and he is missed.

*** Posted by Robin Schlinger on 2006-10-29 ***

I posted this on wikipedia and I guess I just figured it belonged here to.


What can I say about my Dad. He could be remembered as a 9/11 victim. Sure. But there's so much more to remember him by. I'm sitting here writing this four and some days after he was taken from us. I can describe him so that people will know who he is one day. I write down memories of his all the time. I never want to forget him. But to characterize. My father was a rock. For me, specifically, he was person that, when I knew he was there, everything felt safe. Life would be okay. He even told me that life would be okay if something happened to him. As time would move on that I would go on. I think he said that to me when I was eleven. It's hard to describe. I was his baby girl and he was my everything. It's hard to express how hard things can become when I person leaves you and also how integral one person could be to your entire existence. Everyone has a couple of people like that, whether it's family members, best friends, mentors, etc. but for me, one of those people was my dad.
I remember after the attacks, I returned to college, still seventeen feeling like I was going on forty-five, and my 2D design professor asked me where I had been. He said something like: 'Where have you been? You haven't been around to make noise in my class; fighting a cold or something?" I just said that my dad had died, in front of the whole class. He asked to see me after class. I remember we talked after class and I just poured myself out. The thing that resonates about that experience is that later on I did a project involving the loss of my father. It was a really horrific image that I had laid out, including a picture of my father holding me as a baby and my sister as a toddler hanging on to him. During my critique, my professor spoke about my work and mentioned the afternoon that I had sat and spoke with him so soon after the attack. He began to cry as he spoke about his talk with me and he said that when he thought about what I had said to him that afternoon, one thing was clear. He said 'I talked to her about her father for a while and it was so clear. Just from her words, the way she spoke about him, you could hear from her voice just how much he loved her.' That affection that my professor spoke of was not just for me, but for everyone he held dear.

To begin to comprehend who Yudh Jain was, there needs to be a comprehension of his pure and complete heart. So complete was his heart that it made mine feel whole. His love was his base. It was as though it radiated knowledge, experience, wisdom, compassion and of course all of his love. All of the love a father could give his daughters. All of the love a husband could give his wife. Pure compassion for the world. I could ask him any question and of course get a really long detailed response. If I cried, he couldn't stand to see it and he do anything to make me feel happy again. And he was my friend. I can't tell you all of the things we would say or do. There were many things.

So now you understand. My father was my rock. Sometimes I wonder if I should run into the street and shout that I'm falling. But then the sun shines or there's a warm spring rain to run around or dance around in. I just tell myself that it's his way of taking away my tears and making me happy again. He always had a knack for that

*** Posted by Vandna, the daughter of Yudh V. S. Jain on 2006-06-09 ***

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