CELEBRATING THE LIFE OF S.S. Chandran
S.S. Chandran Dutiful son and brother. Devoted husband. Loving father. Doting grandfather. Generous friend. Amazing storyteller. In the final scene of the movie The Last Samurai, upon hearing the news that his protector and mentor, Katsumoto had been slain in battle, the Emperor Meiji asks the film's main character, Captain Nathan Algren (played by Tom Cruise), \"Tell me how he died?\", to which Algren responds, \"I will tell you how he lived.\" This is our collective and loving attempt to tell you how our protector and mentor, Dep. Supt. S.S. Chandran lived. May he live on in our hearts and minds. DHARMENDRA, SHAILENDRA & AHILENDRA 2
Walking Tall WORDS BY SHAI CHANDRAN Birth His grandfather’s home was often referred to as a “halfway house” as many migrants—newly Dad was born to Selvadurai Namasivayam, and arrived to Malaya from Sri Lanka—sought refuge Nagapoosani Pillaiyanar on Friday, November 13, at his home. Unfortunately, Mr. Namasivayam lost 1931 in Tapah, Perak. He was the second in a the business when he fell ill later in life. family of six children—he had four brothers and one sister. Towards the end of Dad’s preparatory year, his father was transferred to Batu Gajah. As Dad His grandfather, Mr. Namasivayam, named him was still completing his preparatory studies in Paramasivam at birth. However, his father Ipoh, he commuted between Batu Gajah and subsequently renamed him Sukumarachandran Ipoh daily, courtesy of family friend, Dr. after the birth of his brother, Manoharachandran. Arasaratnam, who arranged for Dad to travel with his children. It was acts of kindness like this His father Mr. Selvadurai was employed as a and the goodwill of Dr. Arasaratnam and so Police Clerk in the police department, while his many others that inspired Dad’s own deep desire mother, Mrs. Nagapoosani was a housewife. to help people. Early Childhood His Career in the Police Force Dad attended Preparatory School, Anderson Dad joined the Royal Malaysian Police Force Road, Ipoh in his early years. He often recalled (PDRM) on October 6, 1952, as a Police Clerk, spending his school holidays in Taiping with his and was posted to the Police Headquarters in grandfather who owned a business supplying Ipoh, Perak. sundry goods to the Taiping General Hospital. During those holidays, he would spend many an Shortly after, Dad applied and was called for an evening at the Lake Gardens, and Taiping interview for the position of Probationary Museum. Being one of few grandchildren at the Inspector. On April 8, 1953, Dad was informed time, his grandfather pampered him with his that he had been selected for the position of favorite food and fruits. Probationary Inspector, and received his appointment letter on April 14, 1953. He reported His grandfather was quite an enterprising person. for duty on the morning of June 1, 1953 at the He had a cigar business producing hand-rolled Police Depot in Kuala Lumpur. cigars. The leaves used to produce the cigars were imported from India and Sri Lanka. 4
On completion of his training, Dad was On Jan 1, 1970, Dad was promoted to Assistant transferred to the Special Branch unit at the Superintendent of Police, and was conferred the Federal Police Headquarters in Kuala Lumpur. In Pingat Ibrahim Sultan (II) by HRH the late Sultan September 1954, Dad moved to Special Branch Sir Ismail Al Khalidi Ibni Al-Marhum Sultan Ibrahim Headquarters in Ipoh. During his early career in Al-Masyhur, KBE, CMG the same year. the Special Branch unit, Dad served in various divisions, and sections in Ipoh, Kuala Kangsar, In 1976, Dad was transferred back to Special Cameron Highlands, and Telok Anson (now known Branch in Johor, and subsequently appointed the as Teluk Intan). His time in Kuala Kangsar from Head of that unit on Nov 1, 1979. He was January to March 1957 was noteworthy, as he conferred the Pingat Ahli Mangku Negara by His was involved in major operations mounted Majesty, The Yang Di-Pertuan Agong the same against communist terrorists in the Sungai Siput, year. and Kuala Kangsar areas. Dad retired from his beloved Police Force on Shortly after getting married to Mum, Dad November 13, 1986 with the rank of Deputy requested for a transfer out of Special Branch, a Superintendent of Police, and as the Head of the request that was granted on January 2, 1962, and Special Branch unit in Johor Bahru, having served saw him posted to Johor Bahru. In September for more than 33 years in the Force. that year, Dad was appointed the OCPD in Pengerang for a period of nine months. Mum and Love for Music Dad often spoke fondly of the fun times they had in Pengerang. It is no secret that Dad loved music. Had his interview for Probationary Inspector not been Dad subsequently assumed the duties of State successful, his life might have taken a different Traffic Chief in Johor on October 1, 1963. path. His mother had plans to send him to Between 1963, and 1970, he held several Annamalai University in India to study music. responsibilities, among them was making all Later in life, he confided that given a choice necessary traffic arrangements for the Johor back then between the Police Force and music, Grand Prix in 1967 and 1968. he would most certainly have chosen music. He had many favourites—too many to list here. During the same period, Dad participated actively in several social committees. Among them was heading the newly formed Police Cadet Corp in Johor, Honorary Secretary of the Johor Police Officers’ Mess, representative of the Johor Chief Police Officer on the Board of Governors of the Jubilee Home for Children, Vice-President of the Johor Bahru District Amateur Athletic Association, Honorary Treasurer of the Johor Hockey Association, Chairman of the Johor Government Services for Hockey, and member of the Johor Government Services Finance Committee. 6
Marriage and the Three Musketeers Dad even sacrificed his progression in the Police Force so he could remain in Johor Bahru so as not During the car ride to meet Mum for the first to disrupt our formative schooling years. time, my grandmother asked Dad how he would react if Mum refused his proposal. Mum had Dad and Mum continued to make personal already received and refused several proposals before this. Dad simply responded that he had a sacrifices when it came time for us to further our feeling that Mum would not refuse him—and he was right! Mum took one look at him and said education. All three of us were sent to complete yes. She said it was his dimples when he smiled that she fell for. our undergraduate studies in Australia. All this was done, unconditionally, and without expecting anything in return. Dad and Mum were registered on September 15, Dad taught us not to be judgmental but above 1960, and married on March 22, 1961. The all to live modestly, be humble, honest, helpful, wedding had more than 2,000 guests in benevolent, and love everyone. He loved his attendance, including HRH the late Al- daughters-in-law, Ruth, and Jacqueline as if they Mutawakkil Alallah Sultan Iskandar Al-Haj ibni were his own daughters, and looked on all his Almarhum Sultan Ismail, then the Tunku Mahkota grandchildren—Danielle, Ryan, and Marc—with of Johor. pride. Dad’s “Three Musketeers” were born shortly after His bond with my late cousin Shanti was that: Dharmendra (Dharma) on March 16, 1964, unbreakable. Even in death, she was always in Shailendra (Shai) on August 1, 1967, and his heart, and I am sure he has wasted no time in Ahilendra (Al) on July 24, 1968. He was a doting reuniting with her. father, and always told us that he wanted not only to be our father but our friend and Once retired, Dad spent many an evening with confidant. True to his word, he was that and Mum watching Tamil language television shows. more. Half the time, you would find both yelling abuses at characters on the shows much to our Dad and Mum’s lives revolved around us three amusement. boys, almost to a fault. 7
Family and Friends Farewell Dad always had a profound sense of duty, When Mum passed away on February 13, 2020, it especially to his parents and siblings. As soon as left a deep void in his life, one that was he was gainfully employed, he contributed his irreplaceable. In his ode to Mum, Dad wrote entire salary to his mother, keeping only a small “with love, and humble salutations, till we meet sum for his personal expenses. This continued again, my one and only Duchess of Tembusu”. even after marriage until his Three Musketeers arrived. Well Dad, you are together now. He was also thankful for his in-laws that loved \"God saw you were getting tired, him like a son and brother, their beloved “Athan”. And a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around you, Just like his grandfather before him, Dad was all And whispered, “Come to Me.” about connecting people, be it marriage proposals or creating social connections. His With tearful eyes we watched you, circle of friends ranged from people in their 30s And saw you pass away. to 90s. No matter what the ask was, “Chandran the Great” would make every effort to help Although we loved dearly, anyone in need. It was no surprise then when so We would not make you stay. many of his friends rallied to his side after Mum’s passing, be it a nightly drive around JB town, A golden heart stopped beating, Sunday thosai, and shots of whisky, or a healthy Hardworking hands at rest. meal delivered to him. Dad always reminded us that money and material possessions, if lost can God broke our hearts to prove to us, always be regained; but family and friends can He only takes the best.\" never be replaced.
| ISSUE 1 AN ODE TO OUR FATHER by Dharma Chandran My father was a middle child and like our My father could be a hot-head with a middle brother Shai, he was committed short fuse and a quick temper (which I and loyal to his parents—the glue that rarely provoked but my brothers made up kept his own family connected and my for in spades! ). His anger never lasted mother's family too. long and he never bore a grudge. My father was a police officer, My father was a devout Hindu who taught resplendent in his uniform but never more me the proverbs: \"our parents are our comfortable than at home in his sarong. primary Gods\" and \"there is no power When we were young, my brothers and I stronger than a father's word\". I spent the thought he was uber cool because he was better part of half a century trying to the head of the local Special Branch of prove him wrong, only to realise he was the police force and wielded a Walther right. PPK—just like 007, James Bond! We reasoned his initials \"S.S.\" must have My father loved children and showered stood for Secret Service. his nephews and nieces (by blood and by marriage) with so much affection that I My father was an extrovert who loved a was jealous on occasion but now I beverage, some banter, good stories and realise, his heart was so big that he had great company, always with a twinkle in room for hundreds not just three. his eye and especially with my many \"uncles and aunts\" (only some of whom My mother might have described her were actually related to us). He taught husband as \"a work in progress\" but if me these things so if there is any warmth she saw how my father wept for her last and generosity in me, it comes from him. year, she would know her work was done, which is good because he is back with her now. ODDBALL POST, DECEMBER 2020 | ISSUE 1
My father was the kind of parent for My father was the head of our family but whom sacrifice was second nature and a reluctant leader who frequently pleasure was derived from watching his abdicated his role in my favour. Did he children consume their favourite know he was and always will be the King Malaysian meals—especially if they had of my heart? travelled home from afar. My father, the old bull-elephant of my My father and I were so different, or so I herd, the Titan of my youth, has passed thought. My brother Shai always but we his sons are the antidote to his appeared to be a truer reflection of him. mortality. We loved cricket and had travelled the world together to watch it but did we have Love you always, Dad. much else in common? It turns out this chip on my shoulder was from the old block. When I look in the mirror now, I am pleased to report his image returns my gaze.
A DEDICATION FROM AL LIFE LESSONS by Joanna Fuchs You may have thought I didn’t see, Or that I hadn’t heard, Life lessons that you taught to me, But I got every word. Perhaps you thought I missed it all, And that we’d grow apart, But Dad, I picked up everything, It’s written on my heart. Without you, Dad, I wouldn’t be The person I am today; You built a strong foundation No one can take away. I’ve grown up with your values, And I’m very glad I did; So here’s to you, dear father, From your forever grateful kid.
A DEDICATION FROM SHAI DISTANCE by Wolfgang Van Halen I’m so happy You found a place That’s better for you Than this rock we’re living on I’m so nervous Don’t know my place A life without you I’m not ready to move on No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is you’ll be OK I’m so tired Can’t see your face My memory of you Slowly fades when I go on I’m still crying Don’t want this place A world without you I don’t think I’ll ever move on No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is you’ll be OK No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is you’ll be OK No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is you’ll be OK No matter what the distance is I will be with you No matter what the distance is you’ll be OK No matter what the distance is you’ll be OK No matter what the distance is you’ll be OK I’m so happy, you found a place
MY BROTHER, CHINANNAI From Manon & Family My brother, Chinannai, was an extraordinary man, a votary of strength, love truth, humanity, humility, and humour. Ready to lend a helping hand to one and all who needed help, his boundless acts of charity, magnanimity, love and sacrifice endeared him to many who still recall his acts of compassion. It was indeed a heart-rending moment when he left this mortal world to reach God heavenly abode. His departure has left a void in our hearts, and we will miss him greatly. Our love and prayers are for his devoted sons whom he was proud of and cherished immensely. To his family, relatives and numerous friends, his absence will always be felt. However, to quote, “The sound of the waves does not end on the shore, but in the hearts of those who hear!” Our love and blessings to my brother’s family and friends.
FROM SASI, WITH LOVE How and where do I begin to write about a brother as caring, loving and generous as he was to me? As a child, I did not see that. Through my young eyes, he was mean, old-fashioned and controlling. He strongly objected when our father wanted to buy me a bicycle. He found my love for whistling tunes a nuisance. He thought it was inappropriate for me to attend a co-ed school. Thankfully, my parents vetoed his opinions and I had the freedom to ride a bicycle or whistle when I wanted, attend a co-ed school, and even play tennis. I now see he was just being an overprotective older brother. His softened up once I got to go abroad for studies. He was very supportive and did all the needfuls. While I was away, he saved his allowances and sent it to me so that I could tour Europe in my holidays. He treasured whatever I gave him as gifts. It was fashionable in the early 60s to carry a leather brief case to work, so I got him one and he kept it without ever using it for 40 odd years. He treasured it so much because it was a gift from me. He was always there for me whenever I got into any trouble. It was always with love, understanding, and dignity that he dealt with my problems. I was his sole concern until he got married in 1961. He rejoiced when my children were born. I couldn’t have asked more of a brother. I was in JB in Feb 2020 to see my sister-in-law, who was critically ill. I managed to see her that evening and I am quite sure she recognised me. That night she passed away. Knowing how lonely my brother would be without his wife, I told him I would come back and be with him for a few months.However, COVID happened and I couldn’t keep that promise. I had to return to Adelaide due to travel restrictions for Australian permanent residents and citizens. Before I knew it, he was fading and could not recover. I am glad to have spent two weeks with him last year and one month with him and my sister-in- law in 2018. I need to be contented with that. Their treasured memory will linger on forever. His one and only loving sister, Sasi Mahadeva
MEMORIES Memories which will never leave me…. I do not know of anyone who received so from the times when ChinannaI searched much love and respect from all the people Batu Gajah’s nooks and corners, on his he knew, and in return, he gave so much bicycle, to try and locate his “missing” joy and love to everyone who knew him. youngest brother, to the times when his mellifluous singing of Carnatic songs If our Mother was the architect, introduced me to that wondrous world of Chinannay was the foundation, the rock harmonious Indian classical vocals and on which we all have inherited, prospered instruments. and succeeded in our various ways. Bagpipe music is now part of my soul It is sad, so very very sad, to accept that thanks to the ringside seats to The Royal we were unable to be there with him when Malaysian Police Band’s numerous he would have needed us most. We live in recitals on Ipoh Padang. such chaotic and unpredictable times. He was the essence of being. Despite all the conflict and danger related to his work, to me, he hardly ever Sree wavered from the path of peaceful co- existence and righteousness. 17
Stories of Asaiappa ..and Asaiamma By Giri Selvadurai Memories of Sukumara Chandran, a beloved As part of his work in the traffic branch of the uncle affectionately known as Asaiappa— police, Asai had small bats with speed limit signs in loving or affectionate uncle—or Asai. I also his car. On many interstate trips, he would drive up include stories of Asaiamma (his dear wife to a truck or other vehicle and gauge their speed Kamala Devi) as it is not possible to write about from his speedometer. If they were going above him and not include her. They were two peas in the speed limit, he would overtake the vehicle and a pod. ask me to hand over the relevant speed bat, which he would then hold out of his window and flash it to Many of my holidays were spent with them in Johor the driver to slow down. I am sure others in the Bahru (JB). Going there was always exciting as family also assisted him in that task. Asai would take us all out for meals and movies, and there was always the added trip to Singapore. On one trip to KL for the school holidays, he made It seems a lifetime ago; these were the simple a stop at Bukit Aman Police HQ for an I’ll-be-back- things we looked forward to and enjoyed when soon amount of time. Time dragged on and the car growing up. My earliest memories of Asai when he was hot. I got fidgety. Moving to the driver’s side, I invited me to accompany him on a ride in a police started fiddling with the brake pedal and it locked. launch on the waters off JB. I remember the rain Asai’s car at that time was one of the first models was pelting down, the water was choppy, and we with power-assisted brakes. It took a while for the couldn’t see anything. I was a little nervous but brake to release; he was upset. But not long after Asai took it in stride. For a nine-year-old kid, it was we began cruising to JB, he spotted a cendol stall an exciting morning out and it gave me insight into and all was forgotten. We ‘whacked’ a cendol and what Asai did for work. pulut. He told me about many stories on the drive. Asai was a good storyteller. His stories would have Asai made many trips to Ipoh and Kuala Lumpur given life to many Lat cartoons. (KL), where he visited a multitude of family and friends. I accompanied him on many occasions; Asai also had a very good singing voice. His car there were always the compulsory stops at some radio was always tuned to the Tamil station and stall on the way. Asai was a connoisseur of good he’d sing while driving. He knew many thevaarams food, an excursion with him was always (Tamil hymns) and told me that he and Periannai accompanied by culinary delights. 18
(my father, his elder brother) would sing regularly She always said it matter-of-factly, reminding me of at the evening poojas in temples when they were the attachment we had for each other. young. Be it at home or on the road, the radio was constantly on, and he would sing or hum along. Asaiamma also told me stories of when Asai and The late SPB (SP Balasubramanyam) was one of her first met; “He was so handsome and good his favourites. looking”. She would say this with a smile and laugh, to which he would respond with a smile— People often tell me how fond Asai was of me, both remembering a special time passed. It from the day I was born—or so I am told. My late reminded me that we sometimes forget, our elders grandmother often recalled how Asai would carry also felt the first touch and thrill of love, just as we me and take me for a short drive before going to did. work each morning. When my father was posted to Raub, Asai was upset with him for taking me away. When I moved to Australia to study, Asai often picked me up from Changi Airport on my trips back Both Asai and Asaiamma, have told me over the to Malaysia. He knew I was starved for Malaysian years, how on their wedding day I was sitting on food and would stop at a food court, and we would the floor in the middle of both, at the wedding dais. polish off hawker food before heading into JB. On I remember seeing a picture of that. one occasion, I had put orange highlights in my hair about two days before heading to Malaysia. Asaiamma affectionately revealed on many Asai was taken aback (putting it mildly) and I got a occasions that Asai had to put me to sleep first small lecture on not “going astray”. I told him it was before they could go out. just a bit of fun—I was in my early 20s after all. 19
As a child, I did not fathom the depth of his love for He was very happy to see me, and I had the me, but as I grew up, it became more apparent. As opportunity to console, comfort, and be with him at I got married and started my own family, I formed a his hour of need. It was an opportunity to newfound appreciation of the love Asai had for me. reciprocate his love for me. As I was leaving to fly He didn’t just give me love, he showered me with back, I gave him a big hug and felt within me, that it. I was his nephew, but he treated me like his son. that might be the last time I would see him. With COVID-19 spreading, the future was uncertain. With work and family commitments, travelling to Malaysia became less frequent. However, I am If I had to bottle Asai, what would it contain? He glad on the occasions we went to Malaysia, we was a person who never held grudges and always stayed in JB or made the day trip from KL, to visit spoke about bringing people together. He shared both Asai and Asaiamma. his heart, and it was a big one. He was a social person—his hand of friendship extended to all. A The daily grind of life when we returned to lot of what he was, were characteristics of Canberra made contact sporadic. It perked up Asaiamma, that he took on by osmosis. when Asai started using WhatsApp. Asai and Asaiamma opened not only their home To more recent events. I heard in early February but their hearts to everyone. Their home was the 2020 that Asaiamma was seriously ill, giant flame, and we were the moths. It was always subsequently passing away. My workplace was a place of gathering for family and friends. going through considerable change, and I was in two minds as to whether I would make the trip to Their life is reflected in this poem by Jill Wolf on Malaysia for her funeral. I am glad I listened to the following page, which I dedicate to both. instinct, dropped everything, and made the trip to be with Asai, at a time when he experienced the God Bless Asai and Asaiamma. Both of you loss of his life partner. are in our hearts forever. 20
WE ALL HAVE A CHERISHED GARDEN WE TEND – IT IS PLANTED WITH THE LOVE OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS. THE MEMORIES AND DREAMS WE TREASURE AND SHARE ARE LIKE BEAUTIFUL ROSES FOUND BLOOMING THERE. THE COMFORT AND CARE ON WHICH WE DEPEND IS GIVEN WITH LOVE BETWEEN FAMILY AND FRIENDS. THE SUNSHINE OF LAUGHTER AND RAIN OF A TEAR ONLY MAKE OUR LOVE GROW WITH EACH PASSING YEAR. WE MAY ALL BE OURSELVES WITH NO NEED TO PRETEND BECAUSE OF THE LOVE OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS. THEY NOTICE THE RAINBOWS AND WEATHER THE SHOWERS THEY OVERLOOK WEEDS AND PRAISE ALL OUR FLOWERS. THE MOST VALUABLE THING IS THE TIME THAT WE SPEND TENDING THIS GARDEN WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS. WHEN COUNTING OUR BLESSINGS, WE KNOW FROM THE START THAT FAMILY AND FRIENDS COME FIRST IN OUR HEART.
SNAPSHOTS OF LOVE Memories of SS Chandran as published at https://www.myfarewelling.com/memorial/ss-chandran#stories Farewell to Dearest Uncle and Aunty During my most difficult times, you took me in and treated me as your own. I will never forget the many invitations, which were indeed very special to me, be it just for dinner or a temple function. My deepest regret is that I could not be there on both solemn occasions to say farewell and pay my obeisance unto your lotus feet. However, I cherish the moments of joy that you both bestowed upon me with your kindness and compassion. I shall be eternally grateful to both of you. God bless you both. MURALEE DHARAN KUTTAN FAMILY FRIEND My Buddy Uncle Chandran was indeed like a buddy and a father figure to me. We could speak about stuff I think he would not have spoken to his own kids. SUBA FAMILY FRIEND \"Godfather\" In 2007, the Youths of the Ceylonese Association of South Johor organised an event called Yarl Nite. In this picture, three of the organising committee members (Kalendra, Naren and I) stayed back to take a photo with our mentor, Uncle Chandran. And from there on, we named him The \" Godfather\". SUBATHASAN FAMILY FRIEND 24
Malaysian Ceylonese Association of South Johor Committee members of the association Circa 2008 with President Mr SS Chandran Farewell Old Friend It is with great sadness that I wish to say farewell to my dear friend Selvadurai Sukumara Chandran, S. S. Chandran as he was popularly known among his official and wide circle of friends. Chandran has been my close friend from early 1950s, when I was a student at the Anderson School Ipoh. Since then, we had developed a close friendship and had remained very dear friends until the very end. As a friend Chandran was extraordinary--with his genuine qualities of humility, sincerity, generosity and loyalty. These were the rare attributes of Chandran’s inner-self. In addition to these, Chandran was blessed with a great sense of humour and he was an excellent storyteller and singer. During our many travels together, he always kept me entertained either with his singing or storytelling. My cherished friend Chandran was in every sense an extraordinary individual. Like me, I am sure all his remaining siblings, relatives and friends will cherish their memory of him. VISWANATHAN SELVARATNAM FRIEND Our Dear Uncle Chandran Always so enthusiastic and cheerful, with a twinkle in the eye. Such a great storyteller and enjoyed narrating his stories. Loved his songs. Used to call me several times in the evening to tune into Astro for a particular song. There are not many people in this world who can hold on to enthusiasm as they age. He was one of the few who could manage that. You will be missed Uncle for your special touch in friendships, your wit, and your resourcefulness. Stay blessed. With love, SUSEE ARUL FAMILY FRIEND 25
For This Is a Journey We Must All Take To My Dearest Cousins Dhar, Shai and Al, Spouses, Uncles and Aunties, and Family, I often asked myself, if Asai was sitting here what would he tell us. The words that have been ringing constantly are \"Come on-lah, get on with it\". Asai was practical. I would like to share this poem with all of you and I pray you find peace from its words. Let Me Go When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom-filled room Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not for long And not with your head bowed low Remember the love that once we shared Miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take And each must go alone. It's all part of the master plan A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart Go to the friends we know. Laugh at all the things we used to do Miss me, but let me go. - Christina Rosetti Asai (Papa and Amma) will always be in our hearts. Their indelible mark is on all of us. GIRI, SASI & SAHANA UNCLE AND GRAND UNCLE A Wonderful Man My condolences on Uncle's demise. I am so sorry. Uncle had called me when my father passed away in November. He spoke such wonderful words and relieved so much pain I had. It was so nice of uncle to take time and console me. He was such a wonderful person. I will keep him in my prayers. My sincere condolences to his family and children. GANESH CANDIAH MY DAD'S GOOD FRIEND 26
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