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Tuesday, October 28, 2025

To blame or Enjoy

 


A Life of Change: An 83-Year Reflection

Life is a constant process of change, which inevitably shapes one's character and attitudes. Looking back over eighty-three years, my own path has been a testament to this truth.

Phase 1: Cultural Roots and Identity

When I moved from Pavattakkudi to Hyderabad, I was initially compelled to converse in English and Urdu. However, being distant from my native land and language fueled a strong desire to stay active in the culture of Tamil Nadu.

I founded the "Thiruvalluvar Kazhagam" and organized Tamil debates and cultural festivals, notably "Paavai Thiruvizha"—a recital competition of Thiruppaavai and Thiruvembavai among school students in Secunderabad. It was during this period that I earned the name 'Paavai Hariharan.' My name, Pa. (Pavattakkudi) Vai. (Vaidyanathan) Hariharan, reflected this cultural identity. I even published a Tamil magazine in the twin cities.

Phase 2: Professional Ascent and Shift

My promotion marked a complete change in focus. The intense engagement with Tamil language and culture faded as I began concentrating heavily on improving my English fluency and enhancing my professional banking knowledge. When I was transferred to Madras (Chennai), I was ironically speaking more English than Tamil in Tamil Nadu. I was often met with awe for my fluency, and I insisted that my juniors read and speak English, prioritizing professional advancement over cultural pursuits.

Phase 3: Entrepreneurship and Spiritual Rediscovery

Later, as an entrepreneur, my focus shifted again: I drove everyone to improve their professional skills above all else.

A serious health challenge finally initiated a spiritual and cultural return. When I developed blocks in my arteries, doctors like Dr. Balamuralikrishna and Kunnakudi Vaidyanathan advised me to start listening to Carnatic music. This became a passion.

I collected over 5,000 songs and created the blog "arvindsdad.blogspot.com," which garnered over 25 lakh (2.5 million) views and helped me develop friendships all over the world.

Phase 4: Retirement, Love, and Acceptance

Retirement and the arrival of my grandson brought yet another profound change. My life shifted entirely toward love. Having never had a daughter, I found myself longing for a daughter's affection and began loving and mentoring young girls as a father figure.


The Final Takeaway

In my experience, as your life progresses, embracing spiritual or cultural changes means you need not miss anything in life or search for anything externally.

The greatest wisdom of eighty-three years is this: Live your life happily as it happens. Accept the things that come into your life joyfully, and enjoy the present without searching for the past or regretting what we or our generation might be missing.

Do not waste time blaming figures like Macaulay or anyone else for cultural shifts.

Remember always: You are the Master of your own life.

Monday, March 25, 2024

Me and Kunnakkudi (Vaidyanathan )

Even though I had the opportunity to mingle with numerous artists and VIPs during my tenure as Founder-Secretary of Apsaras, a cultural organization, my most cherished and unforgettable relationship and friendship were with Kunnakkudi. He reciprocated my affection and respect mutually, readily acceding to all my requests.

Some time after organizing his solo violin program at the Music Academy and Raja Annamalai Hall in Parrys (under the banner of (LITTLE APSARAS), I approached him for a light music program. When he promptly agreed, I laid down a condition—it had to be exceptional and become the talk of the town. He inquired how. Knowing he also taught music to Miss Jayalalitha (not yet Chief Minister, but the leading actress in South India with limited accessibility),I wanted Miss. Jayalalitha to perform and sing in the programme. Kunnakkudi hesitated, concerned she might not favor public appearances on stage as a singer. Assuring him of her position as Vice President of Apsaras, he insisted I accompany him, as she also knew me well. We approached her, and to our delight, she consented, creating a sensation that reverberated throughout Chennai.

Me, second from left and my team with Kunnakkudi

I also presented honors to the Chief Guest, with Mr. C.V. Rajendran, a Tamil Cinema Director and another Vice President of Apsaras, observing the momentous occasion.

I am expressing our gratitude to Kunnakkudi and Miss Jayalalitha, an event that etched its place in Chennai's history.

Miss Jayalalitha's performance marked her first and last appearance in a light music program

A. L. Srinivasan (brother of Kavignar Kannadhasan and producer) graced the occasion as the Chief Guest, standing alongside Kunnakkudi and Jayalalitha.


Friday, March 11, 2011

An unsung hero

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When I was the Secretary of the cultural organisation "Apsaras", in seventies, I had the opportunity of meeting Raa. Ki (R.K. rangarajan, Kumudam ) few times. He was always kind to us, and used to talk to me and appreciate the way in which we were organising the programmes and encouraged us a lot.. Our posters were continuously published in KUMUDAM as the best poster of the week. Of course all those posters were designed by Mr. Bharani.

My cousin Nataraj, advocate and other Secretary of Apsaras organised the marriage of Ms. Sujatha, the leading actress of 70s with Mr. Jaikar. It was the most sensational marriage of those years, in a most dramatic way. Since I was very close to Nataraj, Raa. Ki  talked to me to write in Kumudham about the whole episode, with full details of twists and turns. Even though I was interested, since, it was a matter of great sensation at that time, I subsequently dropped it in the interest of our fiend Jaikar and also as per the advice of my cousin.. Raa. Ki would have casually talked to me and pumped out lot of information and written on his own. He fully understood our feelings and did not pressurise me. He was a thorough gentleman, and very soft spoken. I was always a fan of his writings. I also always felt that he was not properly recognised by the people in power. When I wrote about Mrs. Y. G Parthasarathy, in this blog about not recognising her services by Central Government, within few days She got "Padma" award. I only wish that sentiment works in Raa. Ki's case also.

When I read about him in THE HINDU, I wanted to share with you all, this article, since many might have missed or not read it. Here is that article. Please read it without fail to know something about an unsung hero.

He wanted to be a writer, would not settle for anything else. He achieved it and how! Ra.Ki. Rangarajan's body of work is simply amazing. Novels, short stories, translations… there is nothing that his pen has not explored. Social, mystery, period, ghost – Ra.Ki. adopts a different approach for each genre.

“You know, I wrote under at least ten pseudonyms,” chuckles Ra.Ki., who served Kumudam for over 40 years. “Those were golden years. We -- Ra.Ki., Punidhan and Ja.Ra. Sundaresan -- formed a trio that churned out whatever the editor S.A.P. Annamalai wanted for the week,” recalls the octogenarian. He repeatedly thanks SAP for everything – for making him read high-end literature, for nurturing his talent and above all for the trust he had in his writer. “He had such faith that he didn't bother to read the script before it went to press. This continued until his demise,” observes Ra.Ki. A huge portrait of the Kumudam editor occupies a prominent place in Ra.Ki.'s room at home.

“It was a close-knit family,” supplies wife Kamala. “To them, Kumudam was everything. Even family didn't matter,” she adds not without pride. “The editor's wish was their command.” In a notebook, she maintains a list of his books and contributions.
“Any good book - fiction or non-fiction - that SAP found worthy, would be on my table. The benefit was immense,” says the veteran, whose journey began as early as his sixteenth year.

“My father, R.V. Krishnamachari, was a great Sanskrit scholar, whose students included such illustrious persons as Devan, K.P. Rajagopalan and T.S. Parthasarathy. The world of letters beckoned and I responded, too young to weigh the pros and cons. I had my way after initial resistance from the elders.

Ra.Ki. joined Sakti Kariyalayam (where the Music Academy stands today) as sub-editor. Vai. Govindan, the editor, was a voracious reader, who inculcated in him the habit of reading, a trend that happily continued when he moved to Coimbatore to join Kaala Chakkaram, thanks to owner Pollachi Mahalingam, who brought books in suitcases. This stood him in good stead when he joined Kumudam. He had written short stories for Ananda Vikatan and Kalaimagal before his four-decade association with Kumudam started. ‘Avan,' a biographical work written in third person, vividly describes this phase.
Born and raised in Kumbakonam, the agraharam and the people provided ample fodder for the writer. Themes emerged endlessly, treatment fluent like the Cauvery. In fact, the river, its banks and the groves it watered make the backdrop for many of his stories. The narration, subtle humour running as a silver thread, brings alive characters -- chauvinistic men, gentle women with steel in their heart, children with their dreams, etc. ‘Kudumba-k-Kadhaigal' is a study in human psychology, the stories captivating the reader with their effortlessness.

   

Did he ever sweat it out? “Yes. For ‘Naan, Krishna Devarayan.' It was Kamal Haasan's wish that I translate ‘I, Claudius.' Instead, I chose to write a historical in first person.” Why Krishna Deva Raya? “Because not much has been written about him or the Vijayanagar Empire. He was one of  the greatest kings with many dimensions. It involved extensive research

visits to libraries, and discussions with historians and artists.”

Palace intrigue, adventure and romance make the novel racy. “I'm an admirer of Kalki and tried to emulate his style,” Ra.Ki explains.
How did translations happen? “Again it was SAP's brainwave. One day, he placed ‘Pappilon,' the English original, on my table and said, ‘This is first-rate literature. I want you to read it and translate it into Tamil. Let our readers get a taste of this marvellous account of adventure.' I was dumbstruck and my protests fell on deaf ears. Translate I did and it became a popular serial and was later published as a book.”

‘Pattampoochi' is absolutely riveting, the protagonist touching the reader with his innocence and air of intimacy. That Ra.Ki. went on to translate Sidney Sheldon and Jeffrey Archer is another story. He regrets that he did not get to translate ‘Agni Siragugal' of A.P.J. Abdul Kalam.

His occult stories? “It was SAP, who coaxed me to try the genre. I spent days at the Theosophical Society library, reading up on the subject. ‘Angumingum' is a collection of essays.

Writers who inspired him?

Charles Dickens, Alexander Dumas and Jeffrey Archer in English. Kalki in Tamil. Ra.Ki. based his ‘Twist Kadhaigal' on Archer's famous short story collection.

What is this prolific writer doing at present? “Writing. But not stories. I lost that urge with the demise of SAP. Mention a theme and the story would be ready within hours. These days I contribute essays to Annanagar Times, the local weekly. And I watch cricket up to midnight.”

Recognition (even Kalaimamani has not come his way) for this prolific writer has not been commensurate with his talent or output. Ra.Ki. becomes serious. “What can I say? Sometimes I wonder whether it was a mistake to have written under so many pseudonyms. Perhaps that diluted the impact.”

In this context he has an anecdote to narrate. “Director Bhagyaraj visited me and just as he was leaving, expressed a desire to meet writer T. Duraiswamy. He was surprised when I said it was the name under which I wrote detective stories.”
The moment passes. “I enjoyed what I did. It was heady. The work was its reward, I guess,” he signs off cheerfully. A statement wife Kamala endorses with a warm smile and vigorous nod.

Brush with celebrities


Early years of journalism and writing won Rangarajan the acquaintance and friendship of many celebrities. Rajaji, C.P. Aditan, Periyasamy Thooran (remembered for his erudition, affection and soft spoken nature), Kannadasan, Valampuri Somanathan… the list is long. The late Sujatha held Ra.Ki. in high esteem, his foreword to ‘Pattampoochi' making it evident. “Kamalhaasan and I would spend hours discussing stories and scripts. He is a man with fertile imagination, only not all of it gets transferred to screen,” says Rangarajan.

G.V.
Pseudonyms
Surya, Hamsa, Duraiswamy, Krishnakumar, Malathi, Mulri, Vinodh. these are some of the names Ra.Ki. assumed.

Blogger Hemalatha said...
Dear Sir, Yes, Let us hope and pray that Ra. Ki. Sir also gets the honour that he well deserves. Thanks for bringing out the article for this generation. Regards
March 11, 2011 11:00 PM
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Friday, July 30, 2010

An autobiography of a middle class man - 14

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Kalaignar in 1970
Of late, Tamilnadu Chief Minister Mr. Karunanidhi's craze for publicity, is being discussed elaborately. in the media. People of all walks, except his "fans" feel sick of this attitude of shamelessly accepting accolades from everybody who speak in front of him and Psychologists even coined words for this phobia.

This reminds me of one of my experiences in this connection which I feel like sharing with you all. In the beginning of 1971, I accidentally became one of the founder secretary of a cultural organisation called "Apsaras" . In other words, it was a "Sabha" which was giving monthly three progrmmes to its members. It was a glorious period for Sabhas at Madras, and each one of them were competing with each other in giving the best performances in a month. All the programmes were conducted at Music academy and we had about 1500 permanent members. Our membership was going on premium and people were kept in wait list to get filled, if a member goes out of station. All the members were allotted permanent seats with numbers and if a seat becomes vacant on account of a member leaving the station, and if that seat was in the centre of the hall, people were prepared to give more money for that.

Within a short span of time "Apsaras" became the leading Sabha in the city, and it became a prestige for anybody to claim that he/she is a member of "Apsaras". Even the artist of various drama troupes and from cine field were eager to perform in our Sabha, and we were getting the dramas as second or third to be staged after they were inaugurated at Mylapore Fine arts Club, which had Mr. Rajagopal as secretary. On those days all the drama troupes from M/s. Manohar, K.Balachandar. Cho, Y.G P, Major Sundarrajan, Seshadri, Poornam Viswanathan and every body were inaugurating their dramas sentimentally at Mylapore Fine arts Club, because Mr. Rajagopal was the secretary. We used to get either second or third show, depending upon the availability of our date.

Apsaras was popular more because, we were giving innovative programmes to our members, apart from dramas and so all the cine artists were also interested in any programme we were organising. Many ministers, and politicians were regularly attending our programmes, which were novel and "something for the first time type." in the city.
Me introducing Vani Jairam
It was during this period the Hindi film " Guddi" was released and the song "Bol re pappi hara" was a big hit. The artist Ms. Vani Jayaram who rendered this song, happened to be sister in law of our Treasurer Mr. M.S. L. Narasimhan and so we jumped into the idea of presenting her and singing in Madras for the "first time". We knew the programme will be a big hit and we wanted to make that a big hit commercially also and so we organised for two days continuously: one day for our members and the other day for outsiders. The moment, we announced the programme, the response was so good; we decided to cash on the programme and get a big name for our organisation. We printed posters,designed by the then famous artist Bharani in 40x30 sizes and pasted them all over Madras City. I think this poster also got appreciation from Kumudam, the then very famous tamil weekly with a title " Indha vaara sirandha poster" (this week's best poster), which they started publishing every week, after we came with novel posters created by Bharani for all our programmes.
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Ms. Vani Jairam honouring Bharani

Mr. Rajesh Khanna, the cine actor from Bombay who happened to be at Madras just 10 days before the programme and went back to Bombay and told Vani Jairam " Vaniji, the entire Madras city walls are with your posters from the Airport and wherever I went, I saw your face".

Observing the overwhelming response, we wanted to boost the image of our Sabha, by inviting Mr. Karunanidhi, who was the Chief minister then also, to preside over the function. Mr. M.A.M. Ramaswamy who was our President, who was also close to Kalaignar, talked to him and convinced him to preside over the function. Mr. Karunanidhi readily accepted to preside over "a function which is organised to felicitate a Tamil lady who took Bombay by storm and made Bombay to go mad with her fantastic voice."

Since the publicity for the programme started a fortnight before, we released two posters. one fifteen days before the programme and the second in 30 x 20 size, just before five days of the programme with added information that the Chief Minister will preside over the function. In our enthusiam and in anticipation of the success of the programme, we forgot one most important thing, specifically, because it did not strike to us.

On the early morning of the previous day of the programme, I received a call from Mr. M.A. M. Ramaswamy. "Hari ! What is this blunder you have done?" His tone was very annoyed and angry. I was surprised at his call at that early hour with such hurt and  asked him "What happened sir?" I also became nervous that something has gone wrong  and the whole programme is going to be affected.

He said, "There is no photo of Kalaignar in the posters pasted all over the city and only Ms. Vani Jairam's photo is there. Kalaignar is very upset and he refuses to come to the programme tomorrow."  I became terribly nervous, and my legs started shivering and I could not stand. I fumbled, " Oh ! I am terribly sorry. It did not strike to me. What can I do now sir?"

" I do not know what you will do ! By tonight posters with his photo should be pasted in the important points of the city."

"Oh ! I should design the posters and print it before 2.00 P.M and pay the fees in the corporation and get their seals on the posters. It is very difficult sir."

 " I do not know all these things. Do it immediately !" he banged the phone.

Artist Bharani who designs the posters, works through out the nights and goes to bed only after  4.00 A.M. He will never get up before 12.30 P.M. And he will never work on pressure. He does not care for any body, however big they are in cine field.  He used to dictate terms even to Mr. M.G.R. about the designs he make in the poster and once when he designed a long poster with matters on the top and in the bottom with vacant space in between, M.G.R asked him what should be done in the blank space. Bharani simply retorted " You lie down there !". Since M.G.R knows Bharani's talent and as he was indispensable in the field of designing, simply smiled and went away.

I rushed to Bharani's place, and he was in sound sleep. To wake him up is an ordeal and stupendous task, since he would have consumed six to ten bottles of beer the previous night. Any amount of shaking and calling "Bharani, Bharani" did not yield any result and there was not even a slightest movement. I was also afraid, if he gets irritated, it will be very difficult to make him work. Even though he was our best friend, he was a true artist. Nothing can force him. I was in my thirties then, and was about to break down. With great difficulty, whether Bharani opened his eyes or not, I told him the predicament I am in and in a broken voice told him that the future of Apsaras and mine is in danger. There was no movement from him. I was sitting by his side in the cot and go on repeating the same matter again and again. Nearly after two hours, he got up and that gave some relief to me. Still making him to work, was not in my hand. Bharani can never work, if you pressurise him, nor he will accept any suggestion. You will have to simply tell him the matter for design, and sit with him talking all the other subjects in the world, until he finishes the design on his own sweet time.

To be short, I got the design by 11.00 and rushed to the press, simultaneously instructing the poster pasting man to go to Corporation and pay the fees, and moving with every staff of the Litho press and got the posters printed. With all my tension and anxiety, I printed the poster in 12 x 10 size, and proceeded on my other works. On the night I saw the posters pasted every where, and got more than 100 posters pasted in Gopalapuram alone.

Next day morning I went to Chettinad palace proudly announced to Mr. M.A. M. Ramaswamy about successful execution of my job. He patted me and said "good" with a smile. Evening, we were waiting at the entrance of Music Academy, to receive the Chief Minister. As the clock was ticking, no sign of C.M and even the police were only usual without extra strength. As the programme was scheduled to start at 6.30. and seeing my anxiety, my President came near me, and put his hand around my shoulder, and said, " Hari ! you go inside and start the programme. C. M. will not come."
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Me and Mr. M.A.M Ramaswamy waiting at the entrance of Music academy for C.M. The poster designed by Bharani is in the background


I looked at his face with a shock and said "Why? I did the job and got the posters pasted everywhere?"

Mr. M.A. M. Ramaswamy smiled and softly said, " but, the size of the poster was small !!!!!"
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It is another story that the same Chief Minister came to  another programme of Apsaras, without a poster with his name, and spent three hours with us, which I will narrate later.

Blogger Hemalatha said...
Dear Sir, Looking forward to the other story when MK came to the other programme of Apsaras without a poster ! Thanks and Regards
December 7, 2010 8:50 PM

Blogger vaishnavi said...

sir,Eagerly waiting to read the other incident ....

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Saturday, February 27, 2010

An autobiography of a middle class man - 12

One reader of my blog with a name "Aalayam Thozhuvon" has sent me the links of my village Pavattakkudi  Sivan temple. I think he is doing doing services of renovating temples which are in dilapited conditions. He has not given any details about himself but simply stated that he visited Pavattakkudi and Thalaiyur. I am posting these photos here, so that many like me, who have no connection with Pavattakkudi may see and have mixed feelings of sorrow and happy..

( He has since identified himself as Kumbakonam Lakshminarayan.He has further furnished the following information. "Thank u HariSir, for quick response! The LINGAMSWAMI is in your mother's village[THALAIYUR],on the southurnside of agraharam,Sorry to say, it is still in the open area, i took the fotos only 2 days back, if u have any contacts there, please help us, at least to put a shed there, thanks.
If u need more in formation pl. contact me,
KUMBAKONAM-LAKSHMINARAYANAN,
9443714218,THANKING U ONCE AGAIN " )
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Monday, December 14, 2009

An autobiograhy of a middle class man - chapter 11


In life, we come across many relations. But, the relationship of a sister is something always special to many.  Particularly to me, it was something very special and my sister Saroji was great in many ways as sister. In our close circle, we are called “Paasamalar” sister and brother.
Today on 14th December, both my sisters were born, and today I celebrate for one and mourn for the other. Similarly, her death anniversary falls on the day her grandson was born. Perhaps even after her death she did not want me to suffer/or feel sorry on any day.


She was four years elder to me, and in our childhood, we did not live together much.  Since, my grandmother (father’s mother) was a “real”  mother in law to my mother, who got married at the age of fifteen and conceived  and gave birth to my sister, in the very next year. Life was miserable to my mother, and she continued to stay with my maternal grandparents, after she came home for delivery of my sister.  Thalaiyur, which was hardly two kilometers away from my father’s place Pavattakkudi, was home for my sister from childhood.
She never met my father for four years, and so, she was very much attached to my grandparents, uncles and aunts. After persuasions by elders, and promises given by my father, my mother went back to Pavattakkudi and continued the life with my father.  In the process, she conceived and delivered me next, followed by a younger sister and brother to me.
I do not remember anything of my younger day’s life with my elder sister, since she continued to grow with my maternal grandparents, even after my mother went back to our home. Then she proceeded with my maternal grandmother to Mayavaram for her studies along with her cousins.  I also went to Mayavaram to continue my school education. There were about seven or eight of us living under the supervision of my grandmother, and so there were no chances for very intimate or personal moments with my elder sister, except that she was my elder sister. The relationship in the group was uniform and special attachments were not visible as all of us moved as brothers and sisters.



After, few years, since all my senior cousins completed their high schools, it was decided to close down the establishment at Mayavaram, since the number is dwindled. My sister Saroji, after completing S.S.L.C at Girls High School, Mayavaram went to Hyderbad, along with my aunt (chiththi – Mother’s sister) to go for some job, as we were not financially well off.
I vaguely remember, any intimate relationship with my elder sister, even though we were very much attached to each other, and she was very supportive of me in that big group of youngsters. I remember her learning carnatic music. Also I remember once she dressed like Lord Budhdha in a fancy dress competition in her school. That dress and she, sitting like Budhdha, is still in my memory as a photo, even today I can see that before my eyes. ( This pose was always in my memory,  and used to make me forget her agitated moods, by coming into my mind)
She went to Hyderabad, and I went to my native place to continue my high school studies at Peralam. So another five years we were separated except meeting in summer vacations. Even then, she used to come and stay at Thalaiyur only along with my aunt’s children and uncles with my grandparents, since she had an aversion for my father. She developed an animosity towards my father, since she felt that my father did not protect my mother from the ill treatments given by my paternal grandmother. There was also a great psychological impact in her mind that my mother left her with my grandparents, and did not keep her with herself and looked after her. The childhood turmoil of her life made her to be a revolting child towards my parents, and her behaviours on account of that towards others warranted punishments from my mother quite often. These incidents further alienated her from my parents and her adolescent life was not very pleasant. She did not get full attention from my parents, and she had to live always as second citizen at my grandparents as well as Chiththi’s house, and the deprival of love and affection in her childhood and living with others at the adolescent age have played a major role in the formation of her character

Realisation of this aspect came to me after I became sixteen, and at the age of 18 I wrote a “Kural” குறள் in this respect.
அருமை மக்களை அயலாரிடமனுப்புதல் அழியா
வறுமை எனினும் வேண்டற் பாற்றன்று.
( Deputing your children to others is unwarranted even if you were in most difficult poverty)
My sister Saroji, was very intelligent and industrious and she wanted to work hard and help our poor family by going for a job. She learnt comptometer ( a machine used in seventies in offices for accounting purposes) and also got a job. She was twenty one when I went to Hyderbad. She was very matured, understood the implications of our family sufferings, very much interested in helping the family to come up as she was the eldest daughter.  During the period, we lived together in Hyderabad, which was once again cut short  due to some unexpected developments, we developed an intimacy, understanding, which blossomed into a great Sister- brother relationship between us.

When I reached Hyderabad, to continue my college studies, she was already employed in a small company as a comptometer assistant. We developed lot of intimacy. After coming from college, I will go to her office and wait outside, until she leaves her office, and walk down about three kilometers. We were talking for hours together in the evenings about us, our family, and our relatives and how to come up in life. She had lot of dreams,and most important one was, that she should make our parents live very comfortably with all luxuries in life. She wanted to work hard and even prepared to work overtimes to earn more money so that she can send as much as possible to our parents. She was dreaming that once I complete my graduation, we both will work and earn lot of money to make our parents happy. The poverty, the suffering of our family on account of poverty, which she came to know only after discussions with me, went very deep in her heart, and she resolved that she will sacrifice everything to make all of us very happy. Her aversion towards my father was also changing, and she repented that she hated him and she wanted to make good of the strained relation. (Mind you she never spoke to my father until then.) She even decided that she will postpone, the marriage as many years as possible, to work and earn and make us happy. This decision created problem immediately to us, and she was forced to resign her job within two months and sent to our native place.
That was a big setback to all our plans, and we were in a shock as all our dreams were shattered. Even though my mother wanted my sister to continue in the job, she was helpless as my auntie and uncle were not prepared to keep her in Hyderbad.
In that short period, I understood a lot about her. How she suffered in her life. How much she was longing for love from us, which she could not experience due to various circumstances, was well understood by me, and I decided that in rest of our life, I will have no other  business except showering my love towards her.
Her actions, which were misunderstood by people, were perfect to me, because, I could understand why she reacts in that way under the given circumstances, which is not acceptable by others. My support and love to her was well understood by her, and she believed that I am the only person who loved her without any difference of opinion on her actions and feelings. When everybody misunderstood her, I can understand, how justified her feelings were. She, in fact, loved everybody who came across in her life, and she will go all out to help them.  There are incidents; she went out of the way to help people. She appeared, to many people as miser, but she spent all her money on those she loved. She will save money by being herself restricted on spending, but she will spend on others without any restrictions. Every pie she saved, she has seen them are converted as a jewel to my mother. All the jewels my mother was wearing at the time of her death were given by my sister. She loved me more than anybody else in her life and I never wanted to live after her death. But I still exist, by suffering her absence in every moment of our life. I always wonder, Why I did not die, the moment I heard the news of her death and how could I survive so long. I always feel guilty and feel, perhaps she would have done that had the death happened to me first.
I feel that death did not come to me, because, I should give the love, what her children are missing now. That is what she would have wished.
She was great character, and her life will be interesting for many women to learn many things, particularly, loving people without getting/expecting much from them. The only curse was, she was taken away from us, when she had every chance of enjoying her life, with what she missed throughout her life. I will be writing a lot about her in this autobiography, because she played very important role in my life through out. Saroji! I am not able to mourn on your death anniversary any more, because, your grandson Ayaan is born on this day. Now, I will cherish your birthdays always, as they are one of the very important days in our life. Because this is the day a lady was born to prove to the world, to what extent one can love a brother. And I will love to live for more number of years to spread this news.

Anonymous Meenakshi Raman said...
Dear Hari Mama, Surprising to see a different dimention of saroji perima. She is really a wonderful personality. When ever i met her,I used to think that she may get angry at any time, so i must be careful when i talk to her.With this perception, probably i failed to understand her in a right way. Don't know how, Rasika used to love her too much and whenever we went to Bombay,she prefered spending time with Saroji perima only. She also read your autobiography and said, "There is a unique nature in me, my mom and saroji patti. That is.... FIGHTING AGAINST THE NATURE." With love, Meena.
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Sir, nowadays we cant find such close intimate relationship!In thosedays daughter-in-laws ,, suffered, it is a pity, Just two days back i visited both paavaatttakudi &Thalaiyur!
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uncle Hari i was thinking i know about u bot now i understand how much i don't know about u.I have seen u in my child hood days always smiling but when you r in grief due to your departed sister i have no words to console u.
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Thank you Sudhama for kind and nice words! I miss her 24x7 and nothing on earth is able to console me when I miss her; Not even your nice words. But your words did touch my heart since they are from your heart.
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

An autobiograhy of a middle class man - chapter 10


While, for thousands of people she is fondly known as "Mrs YGP," I had the privilege of calling her as "Manni" (elder brother's wife) and she used to call me with lot of affection "ennada Hari." Even though my close association with her for a short period of four to five years, there are lot of things I learned from her. Meticulous planning was the most important thing in my life.
Mrs and Mrs. YGP on my son's ( the child who is in the chair) first birthday

We used to go to their house quite often for discussion on planning and execution of various programmes which are of different nature. We will be offered always to eat something according to the time, we are there, and coffee and tea will flow in unlimited quantity, irrespective of the number we are in.

She used to take lot of liberties with us and used to encourage at our adventures. Whenever there is no drama, they both will come to our programmes without fail. They used to contribute lot of suggestions before the programme and after the programme, without any reservation, offer their comments, if there was any lacuna in our perfection, so that we do not commit such mistakes again.

Normally, they were very happy with our organising skills, and making even an ordinary drama a great occassion for the troupes as well as audience. If they think of something new, they used to call us and suggest that we should do such programmes. They gave us lot of contacts for the success of our programmes, and wherever necessary Annaa or Manni themselves will talk to the concerned artists and will instruct them to extend their fullest cooperation to us. We used to advertise as " Apsaras, not a sabha, but an experience". They both will quote this after all the programmes " Dei, you justified your advertisement."

Many executives of other Sabhas, used to envy at the intimacy they were maintaining with us and used to blame them ," Why you are always giving good ideas to Apsaras?". There are many high profile artists and people contributed a lot, for our success and to be in the top: but the role played by Mrs & Mr. YGP's was exceptional with a personal touch in it.

I was honoured when they both came to bless my son on his first birthday, and it is always in the corner of my heart, that "Manni's" blessing to him, at that age, is one of the reasons for his brilliant academic carrier.

Her contributions to the academic pride of Madras ( Chennai) city is incomparable. Starting with few students and growing as a great banyan tree with such a standard and reputation, PSBB is an example of her dedication to education. Please read this link to know more about her.

I was inspired to write about her and remembered her when I saw the news that she has been honoured with an award of The Achievement medal for leadership and commitment to excellence in education presented in Cambridge, Massachusetes by the Centre of Excellence in Education.

I regret that the Governement of India has not recognised the noble services she is rendering, which is no way inferior to Mother Theresa's services, by honouring her with highest award of the nation. Will the authorities wake up?

Monday, August 17, 2009

An autobiograhy of a middle class man - chapter 9

Kunnakkudi vaidyanathan and Valayapatti subramanian came to my memory, when I attended
Dr. Narmadha and Injikkudi Subramanian's concert on 15th August 2009 organised by www. sangeethapriya.org at Raga sudha hall, Mylapore. Kunnakkudi and myself became very close friends, after we have organised " Kunnakkudi night" under the banner of Apsaras. Apsaras was a cultural organisation started on August 17th, 1972, with me as one of the founder secretaries, the other being my cousin K.S. Natarajan, an advocate. Mr. M.A.M Ramaswamy was our president, while Ms. Jayalalitha,
(me and Ms. Jayalalitha discussing about the speech to be delivered by her)

the present General secretary of AIADMK was one of our active Vice President along with Cine Director C.V. Rajendran, T. S. Krishnan, an advocate, T.R.S ( son of Mr. Ramanujam of Shanmugananda sabha, Bombay) and Late Dr. Jagadisan as other vice presidents. Mr. M. S. L. Narasimhan was our Treasurer.

Kunnakkudi night was a light music programme with Kunnakkudi conducting the orchestra, and the special feature of that programme was Ms. Jayalalitha singing for the first time on the stage. All our programmes conducted at Music Academy and this was a full house show. Kunnakkudy was so much impressed with the arrangements of the function with stage setting, publicity etc., has treated me like a younger brother and was more or less in touch with me every alternative day.

One day, when I was talking to him, I suggested that I like to do a novel programme with him which nobody has done so far. We were discussing various aspects of this programme and finally concluded "the violin with Thavil". Kunnakkudi roped in Valiapatti Subramanian. I attended one of their rehearsals and thought this programme will be a big bang and with our press meets and publicity, I concluded that Music Academy may not be sufficient to meet the expectation of public.
Kunnakkudi, me, Music Academy Natarajan and A.
V. Meyyappan. See how Kunnakkudi is respecting AVM


So We inaugurated the programme at Raja Annamalai Hall in Parrys corner, chennai, in the morning and conducted the programme in the evening at Music academy. It was a big hit, and Kunnakkudi and Valiapatti continued to do this programme for more than 3000 times all over the Tamilnadu and other places.

I am writing this because, a similar programme, went unnoticed with hardly 100 and odd people as audience, is injustice to the artists and to this great music. It might have satisfied the ego of organisers, and few people, but it is unfair, that this excellent programme was not heard by many. Perhaps, this programme will be uploaded in www. sangeethapriya.org and few more will download and enjoy this. Yet, it will not be a justification for the efforts taken by artists, if that do not reach more number of people. Any art which is not reaching as many people as possible, is becoming a waste, and it gives immense pleasure when it is shared by more number of people, not only to the artists but also to the listeners.

When I hear or see something good, immediately, I feel like sharing with my friends and relatives and I think this is the nature of many human beings. I feel sad when my friends and relatives miss something wonderful I experienced.

Kunnakkudi was not only a great artist but was also a great human being. He never missed to mention my name when ever he had an opportunity to talk about this combination and acknowledged it even print and television media. Five months before his death he was giving a violin performance at one of my relative's family function and he was not aware that I will be present. When he saw me there he called me to the stage and introduced me to the audience as the one who initiated their combination and paid encomiums to my great embarrassment. His one unfulfilled ambition was to give programmes at USA and I promised him in July 2008 that I will organise it, before my short visit to USA. He clapped his hand like a child ( which is one of hs mannerisms when he is very happy) and said "பேஷ், பேஷ், நீங்கதான் சரியான ஆளு ஹரிஹரன். arrange பண்ணுங்க. ஓஹொண்ணு பண்ணுவோம்" " You are the right person Hariharan. Please arrange it we will do it wonderfully". He had so much confidence in me. I heard the news at Sanfransisco, that he passed away. I will also die with the disappointment of not doing this in my life. I could not even pay my last respects personally to one of my best friends.

me, M.S.L, Kunnakkudi, Dr. Jagadisan, and Valiapatti after programme

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

An autobiography of a middle class man - Chapter 8


M.S.Subbalakshmi, Sadasivam and me(1973)


The activities encouraged by my mother and to some extent by my father has developed a leadership quality in me and that has emerged in my younger days by various activities in the village. Automatically, I was the leader and organiser of many functions in my village. If it is Sivarathri ( the birthday of Lord Siva ) or Srijayanthi ( the birthday of Lord Krishna ), it was me, who organised the sleepless night. {It means no child in Agrahaaram ( the name of the street, where only brahmins lived) will sleep during the night}. We cannot think of any money being pooled to celebrate the whole night with some entertainment. So we used to go to every house to collect rice, jaggery to cook சக்கரை பொங்கல் (rice cooked with jaggery) and oil to burn the lamps. All the housewives in Agrahaaram will liberally contribute and the sleepless night will be celebrated only in my house. My parents never thought this assembly as a disturbance to them. Since these two days will not come during the school vacations, I cannot plan dramas to be enacted. So the night will be filled with songs and indoor games and elder kids teasing the younger kids who could not control their sleep. However, maximum by 1.00 or 2.00 A.M most of us will be fast asleep, and next day being school holiday (they declare holdiay because the kids will not be able to come, because of the sleepless night) we will be discussing who slept first, and who could keep himself/herself awake. The beautiful part will be that every kid will be claiming to the kid who slept early, that he or she did not sleep whole night.

My mother used to involve us very actively during Navaraathri ( Dusseraa) to arrange the toys, and making Cardboard buildings, and welcome boards etc. Big நல்வரவு (Welcome) will be written in big white papers and cut by every letter , and transparent colour sheets will be pasted in the cuttings and small oil lamps will be kept behind each letter for the letters to glow.

A tank permanently constructed in the floor, which will remain closed all the other days except these nine days, will be filled with water and my younger brother will fetch small fishes from the village tank and put them in our tank. This tank will look like a temple tank with steps in all the four sides.

A park will be constructed, by the side of the tank with toy benches placed around the park. If the relevant toys are not availble, it will be made with paper and placed.

I am writing these things, because, even though we were not having the facilities what we are having today, the imagination and enthusiasm were not curtailed. At the age of 12 or 13 I used to construct drama stage with benches borrowed from various houses, and bedsheets collected from every actor's house will be the curtains. I used to be the incharge of story, screen play, dialogue and direction apart from acting as hero. We never had any facility for records, tapes or any other modern equipments to learn the songs and we used to hear the song only once while seeing movies, and they will be rendered in the dramas at appropriate places. My mother never fails to purchase the song book of every movie we see to enable us to memorise the songs. Invariably in all the dramas, the king will ask, the minister, "மந்திரியாரே ! மாதம் மும்மாரி மழை பொழிகிறதா?" (Dear Minister! Is it raining three times in a month?).

In the whole village only one house used to have a petromax ( a lamp with air/gas filled mantle)lamp and the owner will never refuse to lent it to us. Either my father or our servant will light it filling with kerosene and later pumping it with air.

My biggest achivement in the art of drama, was to act as heroine in a drama staged by my uncle, when I was 15 years old, with full settings and make up before an audience of more than thousand villagers in and around our village. My entry to the stage was with myself singing M.L. Vasanthakumari's famous song "கொஞ்சும் புறாவே" "Konjum puraave". which I can never forget. People were anouncing money to me for my acting, (மொய் எழுதுவது)which was a habit in villages.
Even though, I could manage some wonderful shows in Madras city, in 70s with lot of facility and help from experts, these initial training, to conduct shows with constrained facilities to make it successful and appreciable was the foundation, during this period.

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