This has been a sad week. Three people, all 82 and all geniuses in their own artforms, joined Mother Earth. First it was P.B.Srinivas, next it was Shakuntala Devi and now Lalgudi G.Jayaraman.
I had seen him in Mysore as a young chap when he used to give concerts at the annual Sri Rama Navami music festival near our house in Chamarajapuram. Connoisseurs and even general public used to gather at the venue and overflow into the pavements and road side kerbs to listen to his violin. Lalgudi's was famous, like Mysore's own Chowdiah's. Here is the blogpost that comes 'somewhat' from the place where I saw him play the violin. See here:
The Hindu carries this beautiful slide show: [Click]. About 23 images to bring back his memories.
The Hindu reports the death news, April 23, 2013. [Click]
My Veena-playing aunt would be close to the radio when Lalgudi G.Jayaraman's violin would be broadcast. I do not know the intricacies of music but I felt there was some magic in Lalgudi's strings.
There was a little autograph book my aunt was maintaining from the 1960s and had safely kept with her. It had some rare autographs of great musicians as she was a music fan. I used to browse the little pages of this now and then as I was fond of looking at how great people scripted their signatures. The most impressive of them all was undoubtedly Lalgudi's. It was as special as his string magic. It is a mystery how this book has gone missing since the 90s. It is still untraced. But now I reproduce from memory a vague imitation of his beautiful autograph.... look at the violin he had drawn. I cannot recall if he wrote the 'G' in the middle. Like his violin, the autograph also 'sang'. How I miss the original autograph!
Sunday April 21, 2013, marked the end of a life of a mathematics genius Shakunthala Devi, who lived with the sobriquet "Human Computer". See the two links:
I have always wondered how she could do all those mental calculations accurately and in a nano-jiffy!
It must have been a Thursday evening when Rotary Club of Mysore had its weekly meeting on which day the show by Shakuntala Devi was scheduled. She was already into entertaining people with numbers and had already made a name by late 1960s. My Rotarian grandfather had taken us to witness the programme in the meeting hall.
Numbers are dreaded as a subject to many but this genius would play with them. The astonished gathering watched her write numbers on the black board and multiply them, starting with two digits by two digits and writing answers before we could even read the numbers! She then wrote a 3-digit number and multiplied it with another 3-digit number. Applause.... the audience were allowed to verify. Then she asked someone from the audience to write 10-12 digits of his/her choice to be multiplied by another set of some 10-12 digits. She kept the audience busy by narrating something as the black board was being filled with numbers by that person. She would just glance at the 'problem' for a couple of seconds and wrote the solution that stretched to 2 lines of digits in such a way the onlookers would think she wrote random numbers!
My colleague [now retired] Nagaraj enthralled us saying his family knew Shakuntala Devi and that she visited his house [1980s]. We were awe-struck when he told us about the acquaintance of great people that also included the writer Dr.Shivaram Karanth and Dr.VS Arunachalam! Another colleague had turned to Shakuntala Devi's mastery in Palmistry when he was in the midst of a very tough and tense life. He had sent the impressions of his palms [on a sheet of paper] for her analysis. It appears she had returned it reasoning that there were too many lines that indicated the very 'tough times' he was passing through. He had shown me his palm some years after his problems [from all angles] had eased out and how those 'extra lines' on the palms had disappeared!
This is a video done during her visit to Moscow, Russia. Eleven minutes.
She toured a lot spreading the beauty of numbers saying 'numbers link the world'.
She has always said her gift was 'God-given'. None could match her. May her soul rest in peace.
The music-loving public mourns the death of the ONE AND ONLY P.B.Srinivas. After having a bath and preparing to have his lunch around 1 pm on 14th April, 2013, he collapsed. Cardiac arrest. He had returned from a short hospital stay the previous week. He was 82. May his soul rest in peace.
I switched on my bedside radio to listen to AIR Mysore and prepared for my Sunday after-lunch siesta. The siesta could not take off. Reason: a song tribute to P.B.Srinivas was being aired and in between, it was announced 'from now on, they are only in voice'. It was an off-schedule item, revealing the death of my favourite singer.
After having watched PBS being interviewed on cable TV some years ago, there was a rather wild thought that I should some day visit him at his house. That TV interview was shot at his house in Chennai and I was imagining I was there as he spoke! It must be within a couple of years of having seen that, I got a chance to visit Chennai. My friend Gopi was hosting my visit for a couple of days. He was taking me in his car to meet someone connected to his business at a house not far from his house.
He finished his work and returned to his car and told me that P.B.Srinivas lives in the same street... "See, that house!" It was right opposite! "Gopi, come, let us try our luck!", I said. Gopi said "I had taken his autograph last time I was here and he was in he midst of his shaving programme, yet he obliged." Realizing that dream of meeting an icon was so close!
It was around half an hour to noon that day. There I was, feeling great, looking at the ordinary board nailed to one of the pillars at the gate reading "P.B.Srinivas, Playback Singer". The wide, simple iron gate lay latched. Some open space separated the gate and the house, presenting the typical 1960s look and asking for paint, defying to reflect the immense stature of the dweller. His old Fiat car with the old registration number lay parked outside the shed which was slightly beyond. We entered the premise with a grand hope of meeting the great legend, whose voice and melodies in thousands had enthralled millions especially in the 1950-70 decades. He was a playback singer and person par excellence and had the wonderful reputation as a noble human being.
The yard space around the house had no garden. In the open veranda lay a pile of newspapers and magazines on a small table while some lay haphazardly on the 'diwan', presenting an appearance that he was around. His reclining chair and pillows were 'telling' that he had just got up from there. The location of his house [CIT Nagar] appeared a calm one, suitable for some 'voracious reading'. The main door was closed, but windows were open. We called a few times 'Sir, sir...' and paused to hear if somebody heard the calls. But since things were silent, we peeped in through the window beside the door and doubted the presence of anyone at home. I saw a 'zero watt' bulb hung on the row of numerous framed and garlanded images of Gods and Goddesses, being kept on. There were some simple furniture in the old-fashioned living room into which the main door would open. Again, we called 'Sir, sir..' louder this time. I also did the 'tap, tap' with the knuckles on the door. But more silence answered from inside.
There was still some imagination left as we prepared to leave. I imagined him returning from a short errand, walking towards us and as a last hope, looked at both sides of the street if we could spot the popular singer! We decided to turn back in disappointment as there was no appointment!! My hope of meeting the great man was shattered. Neither of us had a camera to capture the visit.
Picture from Deccan Herald [15th April, 2013] is to the right. See, that is his house and he is walking towards that gate. The open veranda and the reclining chair is visible. That is where I was standing in hope!
My friend Gopi's favourite joint is Woodlands Hotel where also PBS was spending many evening hours [esp.] with friends over cups of filter coffee. He was also fond of Masala Dosas. Once when Gopi took me [on another visit to Chennai] to Woodlands, he showed PBS leaving in his old car, at a short distance. So I had a glimpse of the person, the second time. The first time was in an orchestra in Mysore around 1980.
His fondness for displaying huge pens in the shirt pocket was his 'signature', so was also wearing caps. In recent years it appears he had grown fondness for the Mysore Peta.
His unique 'unimitatable' voice was gentle and its melody, soft and soothing. Never a harsh note. Man is mortal but achievements, immortal. Seldom are greatness and simplicity intertwine. They did, with PBS. He used to often lament in interviews that melody was absent in the songs made after the 1980s and nobody defies his view and many other playback singers of the earlier times were of the same opinion.
With his passing I have to be content with the fond privilege of at least visiting his house. Had luck favoured us with the physical presence of the great man, this post would have taken a different shape!
One of my several favourite songs - "Deena Naa Bandiruve":
Another of my and also his own favourites - "Baagilanu Teredu"
The playback voice of PBS was the perfect match for Dr.Rajkumar's on the screen. Dr. Raj himself famously quoted: "Nanna Shareerada Shareera is PBS'" [meaning, my body's voice is PBS']. PBS was made to sing all of his songs in numerous Kannada movies until he himself was forced to start singing when PBS could not arrive for the recording. Thereafter, PBS' fame waned as fans of Dr.Raj wanted him to sing his own songs as his first song was such a hit. Both legends have gone back to Mother Earth.
Since it required some serious dusting, I brought down the Bush Radio from the shelf. It had become a display model in the living room above the TV. It is in working condition but we are not in condition to work it! TV [and now internet] has pushed the radio away in spite of us having no cable TV. The FM stations are trying to revive it but the charm of shortwave and medium wave listening can never be compared.
I wanted to capture some pictures of the radio and my favourite 'magic eye' it has. I have always looked at it straight 'in the eye' ever since I can remember and thousands of times more when I pursued my hobby of shortwave listening [which is in a separate post]for many years. It is a great delight to watch the green light that danced depending on the signal and audio. What is a magic eye? See here [click].
Magic Eye. Left - output is not strong. Right - output is very good. See the difference?
With the proper electric supply of 240 volts in earlier decades, the Magic Eye was beautiful to watch with the green indicators bright and dancing. Nowadays, we are not supplied the full 240v. As such, the magic eye appears dim.
This is the best I could capture the magic eye in action. Click here.
Bush Radio, EBS 51, 8 bands. Good band spread.
Oribinal print on top of the plywood cabinet.
Control knobs.
Back cover, cracked and screws missing except one when it came back from Adam Khan's shop. Read text below.
Read!
Connected to mesh antenna.
Set serial number.
Transformer voltage options! Set to 230v.
Vacuum tubes - 5 in number - ECH 80, ECH 81 et al.
A vacuum tube.
Speaker that gives nice audio.
Close up of fine copper wire mesh antenna which is about 3 metres long.
I have heard that this Radio was bought through my grandfather's reputed client "Salar Masood Sahib and Sons" in 1958. Or was it a gift from them, I am not too sure. It appears to be a 1957 model released by Bush. I have grown up with this. Only my father or aunt was operating it. In those days radios were kept on a high shelf out of reach of children. The antenna [shown above] was erected at the top most place of the high ceiling. Higher meant better for 'catching' the radio waves for good 'reception'.
My father would summon his good friend Adam Khan when Bush cried for repair. He was an expert. For simple things he would come home and rectify. But for more complicated issues, he would ask us to send it to his shop, where he would keep for months and years. The last this happened was 35 years ago and it stayed for two years with him until he had to yield to my pestering.
Again, the vacuum tubes needed replacement. One Rajappa whom I knew, did it when the tubes were still available though with difficulty. He kept it for some months before giving me back the working radio. This was the last, 15 years ago. Touch wood, it has remained in working condition. If any of the tubes stop working, that will be the end. So far so good.
Scene from 1923 and this post is 'letterfull'. My grandfather K.M.Subba Rao had completed his B.A from Presidency College, Madras [now Chennai]. Obviously, it was University of Madras which was one of the oldest and renown schools of learning already. Subba Rao was 27. He had been married 9 years before and my father had been born in 1922. B.A. in those days had a different structure. If you see the beautiful certificate [below] that was awarded to him, the optional subjects are also mentioned. English was his Part 1, whatever it had and for Part 2 which was his optional, he had chosen Physical Science.
Click on the picture to enlarge, read and enjoy.
Wondering why I have posted this weird image? Did you read 'Physical Science' above? Wanted to show the oval shaped wooden board hung there! My grandfather often used to tell that it was the board he had made for his carpentry project during his B.A.at that time in Madras, between 1918 and 1923 It has a really perfect shape and very neatly done and was regularly used by my grandmother for rolling chapatis for my father for many decades. In my time, a new stone board arrived and this was sidelined. I found use for it in my trash-to-treasure project. I fastened some brass tumblers and hung the unit as a calling bell!!!
Just B.A.had no weight. Subba Rao wanted to study further. What next to pursue for his career? It appears he was in a dilemma at that stage and had written to some of his well-wishers and teachers. All the letters were in a bunch, excepting one from his brother-in-law C.Srikantia which is missing. See them:
It appears that B.B.Dey was a teacher at Presidency College. He does not recommend him joining the science/research.
One B.Narasinga Rao must have been some family friend / well-wisher. He also does not recommend him going to science.
Same with M.Sampath Iyengar. Most of them knew of the already reputed legal practice in the office of K.M.Subba Rao's uncle, another Subba Rao with the initial 'K'. This Subba Rao was a renown 'Pleader' in those times [around 1900 itself!] and the office he partnered with another respected practitioner, B.K.Ramakrishnaiah was at 'Soji Street' near Gandhi Square. It was to keep the reputation for nearly 90 years.
With this background, most of them advise/suggest Subba Rao to take up Law.
This is a reply by one D'Souza to Subba Rao's father. He must have written to him for guidance.
After gathering all the responses, Subba Rao writes to his father who was posted for his duties in another town, updating the situation. Subba Rao obviously had returned to Mysore to the house from where this blogpost is being made, 90 years later!
Subba Rao prepares to follow the guidance from those letters and went to study Bachelor of Law at Bombay the same year.
His favourite teacher Tait also wrote to him in July 1923: "I think you will find some interest in Law when you have been a little longer at it." Subba Rao studied Physical Science and he was now going for Law.
A year later Tait writes to him again and see what he has written..... he motivates him in such a beautiful manner. See page 2.
There are no photographs or any more mention of his stay in Bombay, but I have this beautiful large certificate which was awarded to him when he completed the L.L.B in 1925.
That embossed aluminum name-board became my earliest English alphabet recognition thing. Mails were delivered to him when just his name and city were on the envelope. He had become that renown and why not! He was the son of another elite and respected person, K.Mylar Rao, who retired in 1926 when he had risen to Dy. Commissioner.
Subba Rao became a very respected advocate who, as expected, continued to practice Law with his uncle in 1925 and then attended the office till the day he died in 1976, with the same ideologies which won the hearts of many people/clients. The office saw its end around 1985, thus ending its glorious run as 'Subba Rao's office'.
When I was quite young, my grandfather K.M.Subba Rao was very fond of mentioning Tait's name often but I cannot recollect the precise situations. This is how I got familiar with the name of Tait. Subba Rao died in 1976.
J.G.Tait, M.A was his teacher in two colleges between 1916 and 1922. Let me show some pictures first.
Cropped picture from 1915-16, from group picture below.
Click on all the pictures to see and read the enlarged views.
My grandfather's cousin K.S.Krishna Rao is in the picture [arrow marked]. Tait must have been a very reputed teacher already. I know not what subject he taught.
This is from the picture below, 'Senior Intermediate' class, 1916-17.
K.M.Subba Rao [marked S] and another illustrious person who was to become renown [and relative to him] in Mysore University, S.V.Ranganna [marked R] are in this picture. Central College, Bangalore.
Young Subba Rao, cropped from the group picture above was like this. He was 20 years old in 1916. He had been married in 1914. Senior Intermediate would be now equal to, I think Class XII.
Tait also taught at Madras Christian College, Madras [Chennai]. Picture above is from 1918 and shows him seated behind the huge winner's trophy and looking a wee bit older and Subba Rao is standing behind him. I am not sure what he studied at Christian College before his stint for B.A. at Presidency College, also at Madras between 1919 and 1922. The picture is with a few members of Christian College cricket team taken after it became winners. I will soon connect Tait's letter with this picture.
Tait must have retired in thereabouts of 1920 and had gone back to his home in Edinburgh and had kept in touch with his old pupil through letters for many years after his retirement.
A couple of years after Subba Rao died, my search for old postal stamps landed me at a bunch of letters in an old dusty almirah. Among the hundreds of letters also from Subba Rao's father's time, were a few letters which were signed, "J.G.Tait", kept in their respective postal envelopes, coming from Britain. The name 'Tait' rung a bell. I read the letters and was impressed by the beautiful way they were written, in typically British style, and without missing the personal touch. I took care of them the way Subba Rao did, thereafter.
One letter Tait wrote in 1926 was of particular fondness to me also because of the mention of Subba Rao's cricket and his finger accident at cricket! Tait remembers and writes about the very match in which how Subba Rao's magnificent bowling was instrumental in bringing victory for Christian College [group picture shown above]: "I am sorry to hear of the accident that had ended your cricketing career. I shall never forget that match with Law College when you got their three best wickets clean bowled. They looked like winning when you went on, but your first over made a startling change." Read this in the second image below.
The last bone of my grandfather's little finger of the right hand was missing and I could relate the story he used to narrate us how it was damaged when he tried to take a catch during a cricket match. Also observe how Tait recallrs names of his pupils vividly, years since they were separated.
It goes to show how beautiful the relationships were between them. Tait also writes about his son Peter and his cricket, about his old mother's health and about various other things.
Keep an eye on the postmarks to see how long it took for Tait's letter to reach Subba Rao. Amazingly quick even in those days!
After his B.A, Subba Rao graduated in Law [LLB] from Bombay University, in 1924 and was a renown advocate from 1925-1976 till his death. How he chose Law is another story for another post. Subba Rao was also a true and fine sportsman having made a name for himself in many sports also, of which I have separately posted.
From the letters, I see how important Tait's impression was on Subba Rao's future career and personality and proving that a good basis is of utmost value.
I hope the title is agreed upon. Some spell this crisp dish as 'sandige' but I like to spell 'sundigay'. This is to avoid people mispronouncing 'sandige' as 'sandaij' and such! Sundigay is a nutritious traditional food typical of Karnataka, made from puffed rice, eaten deep-fat-fried.
My grandmother used to prepare this every summer almost till her death in 1978. When a sack full of puffed rice [AraLu] was bought we knew about the occasion, which was a big one! A bicycle-riding vendor sold and delivered at doorsteps this during summer months as many people of Mysore engaged themselves in preparation of Sundigay in their houses. My grandmohter prepared it in large quantities because some sun-dried pieces were happily handed to many visitors as a gift when they left.
My grandmother's culinary skills were too well known among relatives and friends. All her preparations were high class and her sundigays were no exception. She was assisted by my late aunt and my mother and sometimes we assisted in 'sensory evaluation' relating to chilli-pungency or salt balance. Any alteration was possible at the mixing statge.
Grandparents.
She would get everything ready by 9 am before mixing the ingredients. When puffed rice and ingredients were being mixed, we would gather for a palm full of this raw mix. It had its own taste due to the presence of coriander leaves, salt and green chilli. My aunt was also very fond of this.
When the sundigays were laid on the trays for drying we had to keep vigil on 'our ancestors' [monkeys] and crows which came 'from nowhere' in search of food. We had to be very alert. These two days were hectic. Since this was always done in summer [to enable drying] we had holidays, with exams finished. From time to time we also had to adjust the trays to see that the shadows of the tree did not fall on them. When the sun was hot the first day itself my grandmother would remove 2-3 and fry them before dinner time for taste-trial and distribute a small quantity for evaluation. No alteration of taste was possible anyhow.
The grandmother's sundigays puffed many times larger. Nobody knew what her secret was. It would get ten out of ten on all attributes. Such was that quality which I can clearly recall. Some of this have been passed on to my mother also. So we get to see sundigay being prepared on those lines even now. Now we have cameras to capture the images as well.
Coriander-chilli-salt mix being added to puffed rice. Some cooked sago is also added as a binder.
Ground paste of coriander-chilli-salt for the next batch. Asafoetida also is added.
Zinc trays [with a handle on either side] are very handy to sundry things.
Sundigays are shaped using a deep spoon. Fill the spoon, press the mix slightly and tap it on the tray.
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