April 28, 2009
And then there were none
Four months ago, almost to the date, I had two grand-fathers.
Today, all of a sudden, I'm left with none. It's not like it's a big deal, considering there're a lot of folks who're abandoned by parent(s) or whose grandparents weren't alive when they were born or ... you get the drift.
But it is a little unnerving to think of it.
The toughest part in reconciling with death is when you think of the good times.
I'd attribute most of my interest in reading and drawing to my maternal grandfather who passed away around a couple of hours ago. In fact, I'd probably attribute most of what I learnt during my childhood to him, especially when it came to inculcating a spirit of inquisitiveness and keenness to explore further. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be as interested in etymology, astronomy, evolution or paleontology (among others).
To think of it, I saw him just 2 days ago. He wasn't exactly hale and hearty. We all knew the end was near.
But that's the deal with death - it always is sudden. Taxes are most often not!
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February 03, 2009
On Nagesh's death
Less than a month after I wrote about Apoorva Sahodarargal, the superb actor Nagesh died a couple of days ago.
I can never forget his ability to have the audience in so many moods perhaps in the same scene. He could make you laugh (several!), cry (Edhir Neechal), enjoy (his dancing) and reflect ('Server' Sundaram).
I guess an indication of how enthralling I found him is that he's one of the few actors in Indian cinema whose scenes I stop & watch, dropping just about anything I'm doing. This, mind you, is even if I've seen the same scene dozens or hundreds of times before!
There are probably around a dozen other Indian movie actors who make me stop & watch them in action (listed in ascending order of first name) - Aamir Khan, Amitabh Bachchan (1970s-1980s), Kamal Haasan, Manorama, Mohanlal, MR Radha, Naseeruddin Shah, Om Puri, Paresh Rawal, Savitri, Sivaji Ganesan, Smita Patil & Utpal Dutt.
I'd say Nagesh is no less than any of the other names on that list!
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January 04, 2009
Reacting to death
On Monday, my paternal grandfather passed away in Chennai. He was 88 and had been ailing for a while. While I felt really sad for my grandmother and their children (i.e. my father and his 6 brothers & 1 sister), I actually didn't get emotional about the death per se. Maybe it was because I'd been expecting it subconsciously for a while. Maybe it was because of my two grandfathers, I'd always had a much stronger bonding with my maternal grandfather.
Essentially whether I feel extremely emotional about someone's death depends on 3 questions: Was I close to the person who died? Could I have done anything about it? Was it unexpected? If the answer to any of these 3 questions is 'yes', I'd feel terribly bad about the death for sure.
The timing was quite ironic. Bed-time reading for Jaagruthi the week before my grandfather died was a book that had a section on family trees, ancestors, etc. and she recollected she had two great-grandfathers and four great-grandmothers. Last Saturday (I think), I even drew up a family tree for Jaagruthi. It was tough to explain to her that he's dead. Actually, she'll figure it out eventually. There's really no point in explaining to a 4.5 year old about the fact that she won't see that great-grandfather again.
My birthday was the day after he died. I had no qualms about celebrating it, in whatever manner we chose to. To me, a death and a birthday celebration are, to use probability terms, mutually exclusive and independent events. Yet, hardly anyone else, including my parents and Krithi's parents seemed to think so. I'm fairly sure they were devastated as well and I'd have most certainly empathized with them forgetting about the birthday, or remembering it but not talking about it at all, given their state of mind. Yet, they hadn't actually forgotten. Since they were "in mourning", they kept talking to others about my birthday but didn't wish me. That actually made me very angry. It wasn't about being wished - that was secondary. But if you're anyway going to talk about my birthday what stops you from wishing me?
We (Krithi, Jaagruthi, Nandhitha & I) ended up making a rushed 1-day trip to Madras on 1 Jan mainly because I'd exhausted whatever little leave I had. Folks there were actually aghast I was returning that night, since they'd expected us to stay on until all the ceremonies were over. Why is turning up an indicator of whether we share their grief or not? If anyone told me they're feeling really down and they'd love to have me around, I'll most certainly make it. But I hate turning up just because the scriptures or family traditions demand it.
As it turns out, I'm now being forced to make a 1-day trip (this time only me) this Saturday for the 'grekiyam' ceremony held on the 13th day after his death, which indicates the end of the mourning period.
There're so many things farcical about this.
- Who decides when someone is done with their mourning? My grandmother and her children will take years to get over his death. My grandmother had been married to him for 72 years, from the time she was maybe 12. It has literally been a lifetime's journey.
Will 13 days of mourning be enough for her to move on when there are so many existential questions that she will need to find answers to? She'd have concerns about where she'd live, if she will be dependent on her children, if she will be treated with the same respect that was accorded to her before her husband died, etc. She'd have concerns and doubts over her own mortality.
My eldest uncle is 65 and the youngest is 51. They have lost a huge part of their lives. Can they move on after 13 days? Shouldn't the end of the mourning period be an individual decision rather than one imposed by scriptures?
True, you cant be in mourning (at least not consistently in the same manner) forever. But really, the day when you say "Ok, I think I've got around to accepting the absence. I'll still miss him/her though" is when your mourning period really ends. Hence, by extension, since it differs from person to person, there can't be a concept of a 'grekiyam'!
- Lunch at my grandparents' home now (during the mourning period) is pretty much a 3-course meal with 2-3 vegetables and a sweet as well. How ridiculous is that? Aren't folks supposed to be sad? Then what's the big deal about the 13th day function to "Declare the mourning period closed"? During the grekiyam, family members will be given return gifts (clothes or other household items, for e.g.). Is this some garden party?
- I asked my father why there was a feast on the 13th day as though we were all rejoicing. He said that the sastrigal who performs the daily ceremonies gave some fundas that every act of ours helps my grandfather reach the 'pitru' status. That's when I put it all together - Post-death ceremonies are meant to benefit only the sastrigals and the caterers.
Since I'm away from the scene of action, I'm not in a position to actually influence happenings in Madras. I'd really love to call the bluff on so much of the nonsense that's going on in the name of religious traditions. But I know that things will take at least another 20-25 yrs (a generation) to change. There need to be more agents of change, but what scares me is that there are actually quite a few from our generation who're more than happy to abide by 'traditions' blindly!
In passing (pun intended), here's the last picture I took of my grandfather, 15 days before he died.

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February 16, 2005
The grim reaper strikes again
Typically when a cricket commentator exclaims that "the finger of death has gone up!" or that "umpire Slow Death [Steve Bucknor] has nodded", you dont really look at the statement as being too odd. Yet, the grim reaper has struck a couple of times, at people near and dear to me, in the past couple of months.
Last month, Raju mama passed away due to a heart attack. December's tsunami carried away a couple of young relatives.
Yesterday evening, my chitti paati (Appa's paternal aunt) passed away all of a sudden. She has been a cardiac patient for a while now but her frail body stood up quite well, until yesterday. Five minutes before Satish called up and told me, I'd been looking through the telephone bill for the last couple of months and found the amount was rather high. On peering more closely, I realized it was because of the calls we made following mama's death!
Two things were ironic about it. Yesterday she had gone to the doctor for a precautionary check-up since she had been feeling a little weak and there're some family functions coming up over the next couple of weeks. After some checks, she was advised to get admitted and regain her strength so she could return home after a couple of days. She suddenly collapsed in the evening and returned home, as a corpse.
The second irony was that a couple of weeks ago, chinna thatha (her husband) was the one who had been admitted with cardiac problems and he gave everyone a scare for a couple of days. Chitti paati, who must have been obviously more scared than the rest of us, lived through the ordeal ... but not long enough after it.
I feel very sad for Chinna thatha now. They dont have any children and while he obviously will not live alone now, life will be very lonely.
This has thrown our Madras plans haywire. Things will become clearer over the next couple of days.
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January 10, 2005
And then he was gone
Three weeks ago, Raju mama and Asha mami visited us at our Bangalore home for a weekend. We had a good time, with them regaling us with stories of days gone by. He particularly enjoyed the rasam he had in addition to playing with Jaagruthi, who seemed to have taken a liking for him especially since he looked a bit like Appa. Last Saturday, mama passed away after suffering a heart-attack. He'd been in hospital since the start of the year and was due to have a bypass operation on Saturday, which got postponed by the doctors of Apollo Hospital, Hyderabad, for some bizarre reason, to Monday. He didn't get past Saturday. Apparently, in spite of his condition, he was moved out of the ICU and there was no doctor available on the floor in the morning when he suddenly began sweating. It was all over before a doctor could be found.
Given the circumstances, and going by what my parents told me, it seems a classic case of death due to neglect. And yet, the doctors cannot be charged with being responsible for a criminal offence in such situations. Apollo Hospital, Delhi, had been pulled up by a consumer court last month for negligence.
It was extremely painful when I heard that that his body would be taken to Madras. Mama was now a body! I still am unable to come to terms with it. The pain that my other relatives are going through will become completely obvious and visible to us when we go there this weekend. The trip was originally meant to be a Pongal trip. Obviously 'Pongal' will be furthest from everyone's minds.
Mama's laugh is was a real whole-hearted one. So its very ironic that it was the heart which gave way in the first place. It is ridiculous that he is now spoken of in the past tense. I sincerely hope that mami, Lakshmi and Raja find the strength to get on with their lives. I also hope that Thatha and Paati manage to be convinced that there is still a reason for them to live, having lost a 60 year old son when they are alive. I hope all - amma, appa, Satish, my mamas, mamis, chittis, chitappas, cousins who lost a brother, a brother-in-law, a mama, a perippa will find it possible to console themselves and move on. Its easy for me to say it. I am not sure when I will be able to. I am certainly not sure how we'll face upto them this weekend.
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December 29, 2004
In one of my more philosophical moods a couple of days ago, after the terrible events of Sunday, I was contemplating on how death is such a great leveller.
Those who died on the Marina beach included fishermen, vagabonds, rag-pickers etc. who either had no home to go to or were out doing their bit to earn enough for one proper meal a day. Starvation was pretty much a daily affair.
Among the others who died were well-to-do Madras-vaasis who had nice homes, were clearly overfed and had to get exercise. Starvation was furthest from their lives. They were at the beach for leisure. The former category was at the beach because there was no other place to go to. Yet death didnt discriminate. It picked on them all.
I heard on Monday that a couple of relatives on my paternal grandmother's side were among those who died. It made me wonder about, in a sense, how close we all are to death!
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