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Shradhanjali to Sri Ramesh Jogin: A Call for Safer Workplaces

A sudden loss in the workplace

Today, we lost a colleague, Sri Ramesh Jogin.

A jolly soul, a believer, and a good-hearted man. He was part of our team, driving forklifts for coach movement and shifting work in the second shift starting at 14:00 hrs.

That day, he came as usual. As part of his routine, he went to jump-start the forklift. Suddenly, it began to move. In the tension of the moment, he ran behind it to stop any mishap. But fate intervened—he was caught between a pillar and the moving forklift, suffering a severe head injury. Despite rushing him to the hospital, we could not save him.

He leaves behind a wife and three sons. Though he left financial support for his family, his absence cannot be filled. A good human being is gone, and his memory will remain with us.

Questions we must ask

This incident raises difficult but necessary questions:

  1. Was this a safety lapse at the workplace?

  2. Was it carelessness born of routine familiarity?

  3. Was there a forklift fault, especially in jump-starting with another battery?

  4. Or was it his instinctive act of protection—to stop the forklift before it harmed others?

Lessons from tragedy

Accidents are rarely the result of one factor. They are chains of events: a machine not maintained, a shortcut taken, a moment of human instinct, and a system that didn’t anticipate the worst.

To honor Sri Ramesh Jogin, we must not only grieve but also act:

  • Conduct safety audits of equipment and procedures.

  • Refresh training for all staff on high-risk machinery.

  • Establish clear emergency protocols so instinct doesn’t have to fill the gap.

  • Provide support and counseling for his family and colleagues.

A pledge for tomorrow

🕯️ Sri Ramesh Jogin’s sacrifice must not be in vain. His memory should guide us toward safer workplaces, where no family has to face such sudden loss.

“It’s better to be Mr. Late than Late Mr.”
And more than anything else, hug your children tightly each day. Let them know you’ll always do your best to come back home to them. Not just for you—but for their world.

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