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In Memory of
Potkody Nesadurai
April 7, 1930 April 3, 2016
A Social & Spiritual Volunteer
The soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon, nor burned by fire,
nor moistened by water, nor withered by the wind." - Bhagwat Gita
Njhw;wk;: 07.04.1930
kiwT: 03.04.2016
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TRIBUTE
Nirmala Thirunesan:
Memories to remember
I was a young bride to be, meeting my mother in law for the first time in Colombo. One look at me and she said you look beautiful in person. Well, I guess, I
wasnt very photogenic. Mami made lots of fuss over me and took me to see some
of her friends. She wanted to show off how well I talk in Tamil. She even sent my
letters which I wrote to her in Tamil to Malaysia to her sister.
Mami and Mama spent many summers with my two eldest children and it was
wonderful to see the bond that they have. Nesan and Rajini were always full of
stories when they returned from Colombo and Mami always made sure that they
were very well looked after.
During my visits to India and Sri Lanka, Mami and I travelled to Jaffna, Naina
theevu, Kathirkamam, Delhi, Agra, Chennai and Puttapathi. We both enjoyed our
time together chatting and eating our favourite food. Mami loved combing my hair
so whenever I got the chance I would ask her to comb and plait my hair. These are
few things that I shared with Mami.
From
Nirmala (Daughter-in-law)
Jeganathan Visakan:
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TRIBUTE
From Grandchildren
Angela Rajanathan:
Letter to Ammama
My dearest Ammama,
As your first grandchild, I have known you for 40 years....a lifetime in itself
some would say.
Somehow, despite knowing the day would come when you would leave us - life
feels so suddenly different & filled with an empty void.
Memories come flooding back.....me as a child running after you & Appa
(grandfather) in Columbo desperately trying to be as close as I could to you both.
Whatever you were doing, I wanted to be a part of it! This would inevitably end
up with me getting a telling off from Tommie (Dog)! I remember you bustling
about in the kitchen/house in Lorenz Road with breakfast always ready whenever
we woke & there was always someone at the door visiting. Your pride as you left
smartly dressed each day to the girls college, I can remember.
You were always the person that people would come to see or seek advice
from.....your love, kindness & generosity have always been your gifts.
As I sat with you at your funeral & saw so many people come to show their
respect, pride start to swell in my chest. So many had known your love & seen your
heart in a multitude of ways which imprinted on them forever. The tears, saddened
smiles & words of grief all attested to this wonderful ladys life. Your determination
to embrace life with all its challenges showed your great strength of will & love for
others. An amazing lady. My ammama.
You taught me so much....with the most important being that giving with love is
the greatest gift of all. Your spirituality guided all of us & continues on through us.
Your kindness we continue to show & your selfless love we continue to bestow as
you always did.
Rest in peace Ammama,
Anjela
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Shamila Rajanathan:
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Rajini Nathan:
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Nesan Thirunesan:
As my late father would often travel abroad, my Appamma and Appappa would
visit me in Chennai, stay at our house and look after me. They both acted as my
mother and father in every regard. Appamma and Appappa loved and cared for
me dearly and took care of my every need. Appamma would accompany me to
school to drop me and pick me up in the evening, also attending parents/teachers
evenings, school events and functions. This is something that I being their eldest
grandson, am very fortunate to have had and experienced, thanks to my parents for
sending me to India for my studies. These are the memories I will cherish for the
rest of my life.
Whenever she visited the UK from Canada, she would give me $100 US dollars
or sometimes pounds, and being a little embarrassed, even if I resisted taking the
money, she would insist, folding the notes and placing it in my hands tightly. Appamma would do the same for her other grandchildren too. Such was her love and
adoration for all of us.
Appamma had great adoration for her son Rajee, my late father, and referred
to him as Thamby. She was heartbroken when he passed away in her presence in
Colombo in January 2005. Appamma was never the same again which also partly
explains the rapid deterioration in her health, leading to her fall and admission in a
nursing home.
I was fortunate to have visited Appamma at her nursing home in the summer
of 2014. On my second visit to see her I recall she was fast asleep in her room
when I visited to say my goodbyes. I remember stroking her hair gently, touching
her feet and seeking her blessings.
Now she has joined my father and Appappa. They will be watching their children, grandchildren and extended relatives from heaven now. I know she is at peace
and she is happy.
I will remember my Appamma as being a very independent, driven, well-spoken, smartly dressed, caring and loving grandmother to all of us.
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The morning and evening prayers were given by Sathya Sai Baba in his
discourse on 27 July 1961. He said,
Adopt these as your daily prayers. The best thing is to have your own
Self as the source of Light, as the guru. The Inner Intelligence, the Inner
Guru will reveal the Truth. This prayerful attitude will so educate your impulses that the Inner Intelligence will be fully revealed
Morning Prayer
Know that waking from sleep is but birth and going into sleep is death.
On waking, pray every morning of your life,
Oh Lord, I am born now from the womb of sleep.
I am determined to carry out all tasks this day as offerings to Thee, with
Thee ever present before my minds eye.
Make my words, thoughts, and deeds sacred and pure.
Let me not inflict pain on anyone; let no one inflict pain on me.
Direct me, guide me, this day.
Evening Prayer
And when you enter the portals of sleep at night, pray,
Oh Lord! the tasks of this day, whose burden I placed
on you this morning, are over.
It was You who made me walk and talk and think and act.
I therefore place at Thy Feet all my words, thoughts, and deeds.
My task is done.
Receive me, I am coming back to you.
Love is God
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Niranjani Thirunesan:
Childhood Experience
I was very unfortunate to not be around Appama when I was growing up.
Though Appa made good effort to tell me about her and made sure I could see her
whenever possible, I did not get to form a stable relationship with her. However,
this did not deter my affection towards her. I heard many good things about her,
one that particularly widen my eyes and imagination was about how she was an
excellent cook! My sister would often describe her food to me and I could not wait
for the day when I could try her food myself. I do owe Appama a huge thank you.
When I was three years-old, I lived with Appa in India for a year. This is my earliest
ever memory of Appama. She woke me up one day and told me she was going to
shave all of my hair off! I had short hair at the time, what she would call a boy
cut, but I couldnt fathom not having hair at all. I cried all the way to the barbers
and cried all the way back. Even though she tried to cheer me up with Indian
sweets and rose milk, nothing worked. I recall her telling me that I would appreciate
it when I grew up, but I never believed her. How wrong was I? Time never allowed
me to convey all the feelings I had within me to her. When she was in the nursing
home, she was not in the right frame of mind for me to take her on a trip down
memory lane. Though I trust that one day we will meet again, I hope she knows
that I regard her as an amazing mother and grandmother. I guess Appa knew that
our relationship was not as stable as he would have liked it to be, but that never
stopped him telling me stories about her. I have kept each letter and birthday card
she sent me and I will keep every memory I have of her close to my heart.
The last words she spoke to me, before her ill-health, are words I will keep with
me forever. It was when I visited her with my family, when she was staying at Jeya
Mamis house. As I was about to leave, I asked for her blessings. She lifted me up
by the shoulders and took my hands and said, You will always have my blessings.
In that moment, I could tell we were both taken back, but the short silence between
us spoke volumes. Thinking about it now, though we couldnt spend too much time
together, all a granddaughter needs from her grandmother is her love and blessings.
I believe Appama made it very clear to me that I have both of those from her, for
as long as I shall live.
I will always love you, Appama.
Until we meet again,
Niranjini
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Rajeev Sivanesan:
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Sinduja Sivanesan:
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Meera Visakan:
Shiyam Loganathan:
Ammama was now alone and blessed we were, as our family grew from 4 to 5.
Ammama is an integral part of the Loganathan family, she raised both Krishni and
myself as much a mother would. My grandfathers passing brought Ammama back
into my mothers life and gave my mothers children the blessing of a Grandmother
we could touch, a grandmother who taught us, prayed with us, looked after us, fed
us, and of course tattled tale on us.
Ammama when she first arrived, came as advertised, she was strong, independent, as I imagined through ammas stories, short in stature but she carried a big
stick, that is with utmost dignity, and the self belief that her way was THE way. Im
not exaggerating for effect, I think back and smile, why were we so careful to behave around her, she was just a little old grandma, but back then we and I dont just
include Krishni and I, it was Appa and Amma too, we had a healthy fear to disobey
or be kulappadi around her.
In our household, she instilled her values, she was a vegetarian and she had the
whole family not eating meat on Tuesdays and Fridays, she sat with me and Krishni
every single morning before school and taught us prayers and we sang slogas and
meditated before class every morning. How many of those prayers I made on Saturday mornings I prayed to score a goal in my schools hockey tournaments. Ammama brought God into my life. Her peace in her soul, her pride, her dignity, her
self worth, her strength came from her relationship with God, and I have learned
from her that my growth as a man will come from that.
But Ammama was a lot more than that. She also probably was one of those
mean Prison Wardens in a past life, for she was good, real good at catching us.
Not just finding out what we would do, but catching me in the act. Us Nesadurais
have a sweet tooth, every evening after school she would plate out our snacks, few
cookies, chewy granola bar, all that sugary kid snack stuff. Well we were on a quota,
and you wouldnt dare going for seconds. Now this wasnt Colombo and this wasnt
the Lawrence road home with a lock and key on the food cupboards, ammama had
to do some hands on undercover surveillance. Because I tried and tried, but every
time I snuck in for more she would come around the corner and catch me in the
act. She would watch us when Appa and Amma would go out and we tried to sneak
out late, but that would always end up with us getting caught and Ammama would
diplomatically scold us sparingly, while telling Amma how we misbehaved who
would then put the hammer down, so to speak.
Ammama was a great story teller, I know because I heard the stories many
times. She was proud of the fact she was the top student in her class I believe up
to 11th standard, but as fate would put it her mother fell ill and she was forced to
withdraw from school and take care of the family during that time. She told me
how hard that decision was on her, she was very proud of her accomplishments
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and her academics. She planned to go on to higher education; she planned a lot of
things. But Ammama was stubborn, at that time she couldnt bear of reenrolling
and being a year behind all of her classmates she had done better than for years.
So she took care of the family, got married and started one of the very important
Thamil families in Colombo.
I hope you will hear from people after me about the countless individuals and
families she helped coming through Colombo, whether it be young men applying
for Visas to study abroad or friends of friends, distant relatives passing through,
the home served as more of a welcoming center or hotel for those who needed a
warm meal and place to stay.
She was such a giver, not in the traditional sense, but in the over the top way,
gifting everyone and anyone all of her worldly possessions. For me, the first of
every month she would put 11 or 21 dollars in my hand. She didnt say save it or go
by something with it, but she bestowed the act of giving into me, she would be like
go take your friends out for food, or go buy them something, she took so much
pleasure on bringing happiness to others.
Ive spoken too long, I apologize.
But there is a mother Theresa quote that I want to share and I think fits Ammama well. It goes,
If we pray, we will believe; If we believe, we will love; If we love, we will serve.
I think that the reason such a smart proud woman was able to serve us all, day
in and day out was her love in the good in all of us.
Again I would like to thank everyone for paying their respects tonight, for allowing me to share some of my experiences with my Ammama.
Thank you. God bless you all.
Shiyam
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Krishni Narine:
I remember too, how she would hum and sing the lines of a favorite song while
walking around the house or sitting down on her couch and only knew the first 3
lines. Andavarai nan potriduven nan Because of you Ammama I now only know
those 3 lines.
There are so many other things I rememberlike the way she loved sweets so
much she would hide some in her room for a late night snack, and how she loved
to cook and talk to her friends in the park about life and politics as Shiyam and I
would pass by on our bikes.
When I first introduced her to Tash she forgot all about me. She always asked
me when Tas was coming over and how she had made him food. She loved him as
her own grandson and always would go out of her way to make sure we knew she
had a nice time.
And it is during this moment that I realize how in the end, what we remember
best are not really the big things, but all the small yet necessary bits of a persons
life.
While I and my family are deeply grieved by the loss of one of the pillars in our
family, we are also thankful for the chance to have had her. After all, not too many
people have had the privilege of knowing someone as remarkable as her. We may
have lost her physically now but we keep her in our minds and hearts, where her
memory will live on for as long as we do.
Although she is gone from us I know she is at peace finally reuniting with her
husband and eldest son. Our baby would have been spoiled with her love but will
hear all the wonderful stories about their great-grandmother and what an amazing
woman she was.
Ammama, you will be deeply missed but your memory will live on forever.
From your loving granddaughter,
Krishni
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Prashana Sathiyanesan:
My Grandmother
Trying to write down everything that was special about my grandmother is like
trying to catch the wind. Its impossible to put into words how loving and caring this woman was during her time on earth. I am one of thirteen grandchildren
with whom she had meaningful, individual relationships. She loved each one of us
deeply and without disparity.
Though I did not have as much time with Appama as some of my other relatives did, I can say that she was a very pure and loving person. As everyone knows,
she had a sweet tooth which I believe has been passed on through the family. I can
recall that she used to always offer us chocolates. Whenever I got in trouble with
my parents, she always came to my defense.
Grandma was unbelievably compassionate. Her heart and her generosity knew
no bounds. Her door was always open - literally. She rarely locked it. You could just
walk in and people often did. Neighbors, friends, immediate family and relatives,
cousins 6 times removed all knew they had a place to stay for a few minutes, a few
hours or for a few days, to enjoy her hospitality and her generosity. The door was
always open and the food was always plentiful.
While I am heartbroken at the thought of never having her hugs and kisses, I
am so happy that she is in heaven watching down; protecting us and guiding us by
her example and a life well lived. She was all in all, an absolutely amazing person
who I learned a lot from, and she will be missed.
Loving Granddaughter
Prashana Dharshini Sathiyanesan
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Trishana Sathiyanesan:
My Appama
I like to celebrate the life of my Appama. She was a lovely, caring and thoughtful person. Appama cooked, babysat and baked, because she loves to entertain
everybody. The stories I loved to hear were when she visited us in New Jersey for
a month or so. Like when she saw Acca and I as little babies or when she used to
rock us to sleep while singing songs. Appama conquered so many things in her life
time I cant even name them all. We may no longer see her but well always have
these special moments we shared with her. She was the most wonderful woman I
knew.
As we come to terms with her loss, which will be strongly felt in the upcoming
events, we may find solace in contemplating that she led a good life, that she left
a positive impression on our family and friends, and that she sowed the seeds of
well-being for your grandchildren and many here today.
We will hold fond memories of her time here with us. We loved you during your
life as we do now and will continue to do so. She will always have a special part in
our hearts. I know we are all grieving today for we all lost a great lady. But I know
wherever she is now shes happy, and contented with what she left us. Lets just be
thankful that we knew a special lady like my grandmother. We will try to keep making you proud grandma. May you rest in peace.
Appama, your Puppynaan
Trishana Dharshana Sathiyanesan
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As old age began to show lifes impermanency, it was so hard to watch Amma
slip away. There is always that sweet, captivating, warm smile we cannot forget. We
miss her so much but we know we can bring her back by closing our eyes for a few
seconds to see that distinctive, beautiful smile.
We thank all those who sent flowers, sent condolences from all parts of the
world, brought food and drinks, attended the viewing and funeral ceremony and
assisted us in many ways. Thank you so much for your support when we really
needed it. We will always be grateful to be surrounded by so many loving family
and friends.
Sincere thanks from Sathiyan, Geetha, Jeya, Kannan & Laloo
Shining Star
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die
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nghw;nfhb NerJiu
mtu;fspd; Qhgfhu;j;j
epidT kyu;
In Memory of
Potkody Nesadurai
April 7, 1930 April 3, 2016
A Social & Spiritual Volunteer
The soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon, nor burned by fire,
nor moistened by water, nor withered by the wind." - Bhagwat Gita