Carlos Perez-Stable
This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved husband, father, grandfather, brother, teacher, friend, and mentor Parmender P. Mehta.
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Our deepest sympathy to Manju, Pankaj, Pooja and family. So many memories going as back as nearly thirty years. Were those the memories of dinner parties that we had or the game of carrom or the discussions that we had about politics. Were those the memories when talked about experiments in the hallways of Rosensteil building in Miami or the reagents that we borrowed as all of us were starting out? Were those the memories of prostate cancer group where we could discuss any crazy ideas among friends, or was it the memory of all us getting together in Desh and Lata’s house, anxiously awaiting the arrival of 21st century? Memories of Gazals, and old movie songs, of Rajama and Bhaturas, of God and after life, of being peaceful about any and everything that life brings. Memories of your gentle and kind nature, admiration and not jealousy about your peer’s success and a peaceful contented smile. Paramender you will live in our memories…. Taal Pe Taal Mila, Aaja Mil Ne Ki Aas Hai….Ek Baar Wapas Aaja
Miss you Sir, and Rest in peace!
I had met you and Manjuji only once when we visited Omaha to celebrate Janak Uncle's (Bhavna's dad) 90th birthday - but you and Manjuji left lasting impression on me -- Your harmonica play and a short talk I had with you and Manjuji was enough to reflect your inner self -- My deepest condolence to Manjuji and family
With Pranam Asha Bhavsar
Today if I look back and think about you,
I see a self made man and yes that’s true!!!
A man of his words, his thoughts and his principles,
How can I forgot whatever talks which we had were so sensible.
Every word which you shared had a deep meaning,
All your thoughts had a spiritual weaning.
I still remember your face, always calm and composed,
The aura you carried had positivity enclosed.
You were the most self contended person I know;
It’s your kindness and love which we all owed.
It was too early for you to be invisible,
What to do, God plans are always invincible!!!
But you will always stay alive in our hearts,
Your presence within us will never get apart!!!
Love you Uncle and miss you always
Mitu
Remember you with love always.
Both myself, Shikhar Saxena, and my wife, Kristin Saxena, had you as a teacher at UNMC. What I will most remember about you is not your lectures, but how kind and warm you were as a person. Your smile was infectious.
May you rest in peace and condolences to your family.
Leave a Tribute
Carlos Perez-Stable
Our deepest sympathy to Manju, Pankaj, Pooja and family. So many memories going as back as nearly thirty years. Were those the memories of dinner parties that we had or the game of carrom or the discussions that we had about politics. Were those the memories when talked about experiments in the hallways of Rosensteil building in Miami or the reagents that we borrowed as all of us were starting out? Were those the memories of prostate cancer group where we could discuss any crazy ideas among friends, or was it the memory of all us getting together in Desh and Lata’s house, anxiously awaiting the arrival of 21st century? Memories of Gazals, and old movie songs, of Rajama and Bhaturas, of God and after life, of being peaceful about any and everything that life brings. Memories of your gentle and kind nature, admiration and not jealousy about your peer’s success and a peaceful contented smile. Paramender you will live in our memories…. Taal Pe Taal Mila, Aaja Mil Ne Ki Aas Hai….Ek Baar Wapas Aaja









Abode of humbleness
Looking back, two decades ago I met with Dr. Mehta at the University of Miami Medical School. He was one of the few faculties, who cared to talk to a postdoc. Since that first chance meeting, we spent countless, but never enough, hours discussing everything under the sun. I may never know, why, but, he took me under his wings and showed that life exists beyond the lab.
“Autobiography of a Yogi” by Paramahansa Yogananda is the greatest physical gifts, I ever received from him. Oh boy, this book has positively affected my life in countless ways. Two decades later, still this is my coffee table book. Dr. Mehta, thank you for being such a caring person. We miss you dearly. RIP!
“For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity”. - Kahlil Gibran
We love you very much.
Like many of you, I am still not able to accept that my beloved brother and friend Parmender ji is not here. A pure soul on his journey to detachment with self realization. His favorite Bhajan was a stuti by Adi Shankaracharya - ChidanandroopShivohumshivohum, truly reflects who he was and It means “I am Shiva”. It reminds us of our oneness with the absolute, the transcendent, the ultimate reality - the truth.
The nature of Shiva is acceptance, we may believe whatever we want, do whatever we like but so long as we have devotion and love in our heart we will merge, when the time is ripe into oneness, that is free from suffering and pain. My brother truly represented this Mantra in his life.
He was kind, caring, full of positivity, and alwaysready to serve. His biggest quality was that he made everyone feel good about themselves. There is no better wealth greater than contentment, no victory greater than controlling a turbulent mind, no power greater than universal love, and no attainment greater than self realization.
I am having difficulty to explain my feelings for a great soul, my brother, a close friend. My dear brother, you personified serenity and contentment. On personal note, he always made me feel special, supported me throughout professionally and personally. All I can say that he may have gone from sight, but never from our hearts.
I miss you
You were always there when i needed advise; an elder brother willing to give time no matter how busy you were. kindest person i have ever met. Yes we were the ‘pahadiya’ from the Himalayas. I am stunned don’t know what to do- just the kind of time i would come to you.