tAta, So Long!!!

tata.jpgtata.jpgtAtaOne more death in the family. 2007 has not turned out to be anywhere close to being an average year. tAta just passed away. He was 105. My mother, both my uncles and an aunt were at my house in Mysooru when tAta tata.jpgtata.jpgbreathed his last.

I am not exaggerating when I say that almost everyone in Mysooru knew him. He was perhaps the oldest living person in Mysooru until today. His greatest strength was his outlook on life and will to live. Until recently, he shaved and took bath on his own. Diet was never in his dictionary, he exercised regularly, and he had absolutely no diseases. This was the real natural death which everyone wishes for. He did not suffer at all, he just faded away.

From my writing abilities to the oratory skills, there is so much of him in me. I need more time for introspection. I need time to cherish the thousands of sweet moments. I will certainly write more about him later.

May his soul rest in peace!!!

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24 Comments on “tAta, So Long!!!”

  1. Aram Says:

    Truly A Remarkable Life.

    May His Soul Rest In Peace.

    His spirit lives in you and will continue in the coming generations.

    My own prayer:

    Anaayaasena Maranam
    Vinaa Dainyena Jeevanam
    Dehimey Krupayaa Deva
    Twayi Bhaktim Nirantaram

  2. BPSK Says:


    Sincere condolences. It’s really good that he lived a full, healthy life, and your family was there at the end.


  3. praneshachar Says:

    Aloss in the family if loss it is great loss
    very touched by your writing about your tata. truly a great personality and my heart felt condolences to all in your family
    may the noble soul rest in peace yes we are waiting for more writings about your tata once you get back to normal
    105 years is really the fullest of life that too with good health and activity almost till end wonderful person as heard from you

  4. some body Says:


    may your tata rest in peace. i echo bpsk’s sentiments.

    – s.b.

  5. parijata Says:

    Our deepest condolences.
    May his soul rest in peace.

  6. Vijay Says:

    DS: My condolences. Looks like he was a big influence on you as well…

  7. neelanjana Says:

    May his soul rest in peace.

  8. rads Says:

    Sorry to hear your loss. Though I’d say it’s a celebration of his life that you could hence focus on.

  9. Dear DS, my condolences to your family (especially to you and amma)….
    His life be an inspiration to everyone who knew him, directly or indirectly….
    His spirit be with you all for ever….
    He will come back into your life again, somehow….

  10. nilagriva Says:

    My condolences to you and your family.

    May Almighty grant peace to the departed soul.

    I saw this news in another blog too. From that, I gather your tAtA was like tAta to the whole of Mysore. A senior to people like Kuvempu – he must have seen Mysore at its best and worst.

    Has he written his memoirs somewhere? It would be a fitting tribute to him if they got published.

  11. rk Says:

    My deepest condolences.
    May his soul rest in peace.
    tata, RIP.

  12. Srik Says:

    Deepest condolences…

    DS, I know its like a dead end when one elder in the family is no more.. Its a feeling of having lost the link to our past, to our roots, one taken-for-granted part of our life is no more…. its really a confusing state…

    If we mourn, its a disservice to them, since they lived their lives to the fullest, and have given us whatever they had. We have to celebrate their lives, living with the values they struggled to uphold.

    RIP, tata.

  13. neela Says:

    Sorry to know about your loss.
    May his soul rest in peace.

  14. krupa Says:

    My condolences to you and your family.
    May his soul rest in peace…

  15. tarlesubba Says:

    😦 taatha walking hogthididde nenapu. yavaglu nagthidru.

  16. Shruthi Says:

    What more could one ask for – a full life, a peaceful death. I see he has had a great influence on you. Take care.

  17. Vijay Says:

    Was talking to my Dad and told him about this.. turns out he knows your granddad (and your uncles as well) from the old Mysore days…

  18. Viky Says:

    My condolences. May his coul RIP

  19. Viky Says:

    My condolences. May his soul rest in peace.

  20. chethan Says:

    My condolences to you and your family.

    saw the news here: http://mysorepost.wordpress.com/

  21. mouna Says:

    i’m sorry. grandparents and grandchildren have a special relation, according to me.

    if i may ask you this, can u mail me. i need info about mysuru, please 🙂

    i hope i’m not asking too much

  22. Aram Says:

    “What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly.” – Richard Bach only said what was known to our some of our sages eons ago.

    Here are some thoughts of Kailasam as revealed by his close associate, Dr. M. Shivaram (Raa.Shi.) in his autobiographical book, Kailasam and I; (Dr. M.S. has also authored “Death and Nachiketas”).

    (Kailasam) said:-

    ” “You see, Sivaram, I have always wondered why in our puranas, conquering death, or Mrithyunjaya is considered such a big attainment. Why should one be afraid of death, fight him, and win over him. What will happen then? You are left all alone in the whole of the brahmanda! Not a nice prospect by any means.

    “Take Markandeya for example. He is the only son of the great Mrikandu. One who is itching for death and release. To such a sage Markandeya is born as a son. He is a devout worshipper of Shiva. It is well-known that Shiva treats his bhakthas as his own children. And at sixteen Markandeya rushes to the Shvia temple to pray. He has been told that he is due to die and so seeks shelter in the Shiva temple. You have seen the pictures of Markandeya hugging steadfastly the Shiva-linga. Yama comes and wants to lasso Markandeya, with his Paasha.

    In sheer fright Markandeya bombdafies to Shiva, Save me from Yama. The great Shiva hearing this pathetic lament, appears in person, and ridicules Markandeya:- “You are as dear to me as a son, being a true Bhaktha. Yama is a servant in my realm. Shall a son of the realm, the King’s son, get afraid of a servant of the realm? I am ashamed of you. You are a coward, unfit to be my son and heir. So I curse you with eternal life.” After this curse Shiva vanishes and so does Yama. Markandeya is left hugging the Shiva-linga.

    He wakes up from the Vision he has had, he remembers the curse he is subject to. He walks out having conquered Death, he returns to his father’s ashram. Prostrates before his parents, and tries to live the normal life. But at the back of his mind is the disturbing curse. His zest for life is no longer ebullient. Soon the parents die, later the Ashrama as he had known disappears. He goes out on a pilgrimage. Centuries have passed. He returns and finds that the whole topography of the Ashrama has changed beyond recognition. Good old Aswatha trees under whose shade he had played and prayed, have all disappeared. He had been told that Aswatha was immortal. But now one does not see it at all. Not even the vestiges. He looks round and wants to go to the banks of the Ganga . Here at least he could find some solace. In the remembered direction he goes and does not see the Ganbga. Mother Ganga, his spiritual solace for ages has also vanished. He is now mightily depressed. Goes out on an aimless travel. Aeons of time pass. He returns. Now he finds that the Himalayas and the Bharata Varsha as he knew have also disappeared. He is now truly all alone. There is not a thing he has known or seen anywhere in the world. He realizes the intense anguish associated with the curse. He had begged Shiva for Life and now that his request had been granted in full measure, he realizes how foolish he had been. But now he is a Chiranjeevi. He cannot die. “Ayyo” is his only vocabulary hereafter,”

    The intense and extremely depressive feeling one has, when he is really and truly alone, was painted by Kailasam that evening in Kannada, English, and Tamil. Language was a means of communicating his feelings to me. And what a Panorama that was. A brilliantly stunning concept was portrayed in such a magnificent way that the picture was etched on my heart. His words I have of course forgotten. The contents alone I remember. I have tried to recapitulate it in my poor language…….. Since then I have always tried to see things from a different angle, from a slant. Things have come to such a pass, that I cannot help doing this. Seeing a thing from another man’s point of view has become such an obsession, that if somebody who owes me moneys does not return it, even after a long reasonable interval, I am unable to take severe and strong action against him. I start imagining his probable and improbable difficulties and then of course no more direct action can be taken. This type of attitude enables one to appreciate the humorous side of things; Yes, but it does not spell material success, in this competitive world….

    Death is a thing, of which every living thing, is normally afraid. So everybody tries to live as long as possible, however crippled he be, however painful his illness be. The very name YAMA unfolds a picture of pain, torture, and suffering. Markandeya was a typical example of this. Later he learnt that life was a torture, as described by Kailasam, and death was a welcome thing. In real life also, we see any number of similar examples. How often have I heard elderly men and women who have suffered grievously in life, wail when they are ill, “Oh, Doctor, can’t you let me die in peace, why do you want to prolong my miserable life?” The very many cases of successful suicides prove that some people at any rate hold life can be a torture, and death a welcome relief.

    Sage Mrikandu was itching for death, and he gets a son who is afraid of death, according to Kailasam’s concept. How true this phenomenon is in life. The proverbial Panditha Putra, showing opposite tendencies in the father and son, is a classical example. A great deal of paternal disappointment is because the sons do not fulfill the unrealized ambitions of the father. A realization of this basic biological fact would relieve a number of fathers from self-inflicted misery and the sons from needless irritation and distress. With a deep insight into this aspect of hereditary characteristic, Kailasam had emphasized on Mrikandu’s itch for death. Mrithyum Khandayathi Ithi Mrikandu was his emphasis.

    Kailasam’s portrayal of Markandeya altered my personality itself, converted me from an Ego-bound pup into a bit of a human being, made me take a look at both sides of any problem.”

  23. All,

    Thank you for all the messages!!!

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