Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Fondest Memories of Thatha
I also remember his experience with the bird pepper when he was visiting us six, seven years ago. There was this pungent pepper growing at the base of our garden. While all of us were outside, he quietly plucked the small, pebble-sized pepper from the plant, popped in his mouth, slapped his knee and exclaimed, "Good for arthiritis!" Patti was horrified. Taking no heed of Patti's protestations, Thatha calmly plucked another pepper and repeated it.
O Appa, Dear Appa
O Appa, Dear Appa
O Appa, dear Appa, your wonderful life is done,
From this day forward, a new journey begun.
The priests are here, their chants so clear, hymns vented in the air,
Friends and relatives, from near and far, grieving for you so dear.
But here you are, so rigid, so far
Lying still on the marble floor
Your body so cold to the touch,
Your faithful heart beats no more.
O Appa, dear Appa, wake up and hear us all,
Wake up just once more to give your cheerful call.
From distant lands and nearby ports, the messages keep pouring in,
They have lost their dearest friend, their kith, their kin.
Here appa, dear appa, let me hold your head
You have been my rock, my dad, my dearest friend.
I can hear your calming voice when our life was in turmoil,
I can see your joyous smile, even in pain a foil.
My father does not answer, he has no pulse, no will.
In a life to us memorable, he has had his fill.
Close family and friends at hand to share their personal due,
In their own special ways, reflecting on a memory or two.
Goodbye dear appa, I need to celebrate.
You have given me everything, you are to me truly great.
In some small measure, there is a bit of you in me,
As I learn to grow that measure, I too will be free.
O Appa, dear Appa, your wonderful life is done,
From this day forward, a new journey begun.
The priests are here, their chants so clear, hymns vented in the air,
Friends and relatives, from near and far, grieving for you so dear.
But here you are, so rigid, so far
Lying still on the marble floor
Your body so cold to the touch,
Your faithful heart beats no more.
O Appa, dear Appa, wake up and hear us all,
Wake up just once more to give your cheerful call.
From distant lands and nearby ports, the messages keep pouring in,
They have lost their dearest friend, their kith, their kin.
Here appa, dear appa, let me hold your head
You have been my rock, my dad, my dearest friend.
I can hear your calming voice when our life was in turmoil,
I can see your joyous smile, even in pain a foil.
My father does not answer, he has no pulse, no will.
In a life to us memorable, he has had his fill.
Close family and friends at hand to share their personal due,
In their own special ways, reflecting on a memory or two.
Goodbye dear appa, I need to celebrate.
You have given me everything, you are to me truly great.
In some small measure, there is a bit of you in me,
As I learn to grow that measure, I too will be free.
Nostalgia
Bhavani Nagar plot - appa's Railway plot
Our Yelahanka House - post retirement from Railways
The excellent Rajiv Gandhi Park opposite our Yelahanka House
California Gardens
Our Yelahanka House - post retirement from Railways
The excellent Rajiv Gandhi Park opposite our Yelahanka House
California Gardens
Saturday, July 7, 2012
"In Memory of an Inimitable Brother" by hexaface
In Memory of an Inimitable Brother
EIGHTY TWO YEARS AGO
After a pilgrimage to Puri
There was a good news in the family
That of the birth of a male baby
Who was given the name ‘ Jagannathan ‘ promptly !
LATER
November 14th is a day very popular
To all Indians this is a day to remember
Two great persons share this honour
Jagannathan and chacha Jawahar !
Due to a compelling family situation
In the North in Nagpur , he had his early education
No need to say that he completed it with distinction
Earning for the school a high reputation
Loyola Collage in the then Madras , embraced him instinctively
For his intermediate and B.Sc. study
To the Institution he prooved himself worthy
Due to intelligence , hard work that is praiseworthy !
Pilani in the Rajputana ,was his next destination
At that time poor living conditions in that Instituition
Did not deter him from his firm determination
To come out with flying colours – later on to serve the nation
He had a brief stint with the family firm after graduation
He then moved on to The Railways with an inspiration
To keep the wheels and axles of the Railway’s aspiration
On a suitable track , for the development of the nation!
To him patience was a habit
Mental or physical pain did not afflict him a bit
Walking long distances kept him fit
All said & done , as a human being he was a hit !
Reader’s Digest was his favorite magazine
Not reading it he considered it as a sin
Many a friend did he not win ?
By his conduct and behavior so plain!
The care he took of his parents & siblings is admirable
The days spent with him memorable
His unbeatable qualities should be etched on a marble
Persons reading it will certainly turn noble !
A selective viewer of TV
Sports & News it ought to be
For him ,if it is IPL it proved to be
A joy to be shared with whoever it be !
He was never tired of extensive travel
Many a time it was on his own or official
Wherever he visited he never failed to marvel
A beach, a fort, monument or a temple
To look at his handwriting is a visual delight
Letters like beads strung tight
Even a child can read it right
For those with such a handwriting life is indeed bright!
Gone is the face we loved so dear
Silent the voice we loved to hear
We need not unneceesarily fear
As he is sure to guide us always from the rear
He has taken off on his last journey
Leaving behind a sorrowing family
Henceforth to remember him & his good deeds daily
Is our foremost and bounden duty
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जानक्यावर्धितम् लक्ष्मीकलत्रम्
वेङ्कटाचलसुतम्
रवि-श्रीधर्-शेखर्-शंकर् –पुत्रपौत्रादि संपन्नम्
सहस्रचन्द्रदर्शिनम् जगन्नाथन् नामधेयम्
आश्रित्य मुक्तिं देहीति पूरी-जगन्नाथम् प्रार्थये
( பாரத்வாஜ கோத்திரத்தில் பிறந்தவருà®®் , வேà®™்கடாசலத்தின் புத்திà®°à®°ுà®®், ஜானகியினால்
வளர்க்கப்பட்டவருà®®், லக்à®·்à®®ியை மனைவியாக அடைந்தவருà®®், ரவி-ஸ்à®°ீதர் –சேகர் – சங்கர இவர்களை புத்திà®°à®°்களாக
உடையவருà®®், மற்à®±ுà®®் பேரன்களுடன் கூடியவருà®®்,ஆயிà®°à®®் சந்திà®° பிà®±ை கண்டவருà®®் , ஜகந்நாதன் என்னுà®®்
பேà®°ுடையவரையுà®®் ஆச்ரயித்து à®®ுக்தி கொடு எனறு பூà®°ி ஜகந்நாதரை வேண்டிக்கொள்கறேன்.)
by hexaface
1 st July , 2012
Thoughts
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| A picture from that trip, summer 1998 |
In the summer of 1998 Indu and I went to Bangalore
to visit Thatha and Patti at their Yelahanka house. At the end of our stay, we
were planning to catch the Shatabdi to Chennai with Indu's sister and her
husband (Banu and Ramesh). Thatha had ordered a taxi for us to go to the train
station, but the taxi never came, forcing us to find another way there. Thatha
accompanied us there, but by the time we made it, the train had already left.
Ravi had often told me luxurious stories of him as a child and his family on
the railways so, as a six year old, I thought there were no bounds to Thatha's
powers on all matters concerning trains. I screamed to him, "Make it stop
Thatha!", and cried when I realized we had missed our train and there was
nothing he could do. I realize now that my fondness of the Indian railways
comes not from my travels on the now decrepit system, but the knowledge that
the grand railways my parents traveled on as children were under the watchful
eye of Thatha.
I would like to think I forgave Thatha quickly for
his inability to stop the train to Bangalore. As I think back on my life, I
have only the fondest memories of him. I loved the early morning beach walks we
took together (though I know he would have preferred the walk to Adayar corner)
and his general desire to make sure I was always happy. His stories always
captivated me: whether it be about him as a boy in Nagpur in pre-independence India,
his chance encounter with a Soviet Premier, or his travels to the Philippines
to aid in their new railway system. His experiences were fascinating, but more
than anything, he was a thoughtful and joyful companion. He was strong in his
beliefs, but was always easy-going (except maybe with auto drivers), and a
delight to be with.
Functional Details
A failed duty he could never brook.
So we played it by his own book.
To our limited ability, orthodox as could be,
Everything done quite satisfactorily.
So we played it by his own book.
To our limited ability, orthodox as could be,
Everything done quite satisfactorily.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Hail to the Chief
Hail to the Chief, he of eagle eye
Busy as a bee, from dawn to dusk,
Nary a complaint or lazy attitude
Positive in spirit and never for a feud.
Hail to the Chief, he of mental strength
Could withstand any earthly grief or sorrow
Took events in stride, stood like rock
Quietly brought calm to his little flock.
Busy as a bee, from dawn to dusk,
Nary a complaint or lazy attitude
Positive in spirit and never for a feud.
Hail to the Chief, he of mental strength
Could withstand any earthly grief or sorrow
Took events in stride, stood like rock
Quietly brought calm to his little flock.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
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