Date of death: 15-04-2009
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Remembering you Amma on your Birthday , still miss you very much. Wish you were here to see my beautiful grand kids and your grand kids !! Please keep a watchful eye over them and protect them !!! Remember you always...and missing you ! Love you !
Remembering you Amma, still miss you very much. Wish you were here to see my beautiful grand kids and your grand kids !! Please keep a watchful eye over them and protect them !!! Remember you always...and missing you ! Love you !
2 years, 8 months
Looking at our grand daughter Tara, we see you...her walking style, mannerisms, and many many more clues !! Please protect our family !! Love you
It has been almost 2-1/2 years since you passed but you are still missed very much !! Remember you everyday and miss you everyday !! Love you very much..
Hallo! All you Pangal Nayaks (and especially my friend Pangal Gopalkrishna Nayak who, I think, is the seniormost of the family) : Greetings! I was delighted to find this site dedicated to the grand old lady when idly browsing the internet.
I am V.. Narayan Swami who was posted in Mangalore in 1973 as a 22 year old. Was introduced to Mr Gopalkrishna Nayak through bird watching friends at the Bombay Natural History Society and wrote him a post card. The next day, there was a trunk call to the bank where I was working (this was before the intro of STD) and there was Mr Nayak at the other end of the line, inviting me to spend Sunday with him, birding at Katapady!
Thereafter, I spent practically every week end at your family home in Katapady. Mornings would be spent birdins on the grounds and the bank of the river, then a little tea and a chat in the thatch shed on the river bank, followed by lunch in your house. I remember the delicious food Mr Nayak's mother served, it was in your house that I first tasted raw cashew sabji (something new in my Tamil brahmin experience but delicious) with generous portions repeatedly ladled on by the lady, encouragung me to eat more! We had a language barrier of course but she always had a kindly and welcomng smile for the young visitor.
I could see that Mr Gopal Nayak and the rest of the family (some of whom were there, the kids, in vacation time) thought the world of her.
The afternoons would be spent in more birding on the river, either in the dug out canoe or in the boat with the Evinrude Johnson motor (the choice depending on whether the tide was in or out!). Followed more tea, a look at the astro lense Mr Nayak was grinding, his social work for the fishermen and, especially, discussions on Hindustani music (of which Mr Nayak was an afficionado and I an an ignorant). I have since developed a taste for this music and always remember Mr Nayak, his and his mom's kindnesses to em and your lovely home in Katapady almost every day.
When in Bombay in the 80's I was in touch with Gaitonde, a grandson in law I think and with Mr Nayak occasinally.
Would like to get in touch with Gopalakrishna Nayak. MY mail ID is : firstname.lastname@example.org. I am sure, knowing him, he is on e-mail and can drive a PC. But just in case I am wrong would one of you put me in touch with him? Many thanks (and I will yet visit Katapady soon!!). V.Narayan Swami (Madras).
Amba mai was a calm and loving person. she was an epitome of love and cheerfulness.She treated all of us so well. She is one of the most wonderful ladies I have ever known. May God bless her noble soul. may her soul rest in eternal peace.
vinanthi Acharya on behalf of Radha Acharya, Vikram Acharya and Nayana
I will miss my bappama dearly. It was such sad news but she lived a great long life. I have fond memories of my trips to Katapadi. Bappama was so protective of me, even when I came there as an adult. She always wanted the best for me, warm showers, lots of food, comfort at night. I particularly remember how she used to chase me to the bathroom whenever I threatened to take a cold shower. She couldn't catch me but she tried. The Katapadi house won't be the same without her.
My Mamama was one of the strongest woman I have ever known. She had a quiet strength about her which made us feel safe and secure everytime we went to Katapadi in the absence of our parents. My cousin Shubha and I have wonderful childhood memories in Katapadi and she is responsible for most of them. The day the summer vacations would begin, our parents would pack us off to Katapadi ( we were ever willing) in a Ghatge-Patil bus which would take a whole of 22 hours to reach. We could never contain our excitement the minute we would open our eyes in the morning and see the Udyawar bridge fast approaching. Mamama would be watching out for us from the little window in the malli and Gopmam would be waiting at the door-step. Mamama was never demonstrative in her actions but still all the affection in her eyes would reach us all at once. Her cooking was something we never ever ate anywhere else as it was prepared with so much love and patience. She was more broad-minded than my mother and was unusually modern in her thoughts for her times. The fact that she spent half her life without a husband but still continued to manage her life with so much dignity and respect is amazing!!!! I am proud to be a grand-child of my Mamama and Ajja. I miss you terribly Mamama. Katapadi is nothing without you!!!
We all will miss our Ambamama and it is quite difficult to sink in. During our childhood ( 70's and 80's) visting Katpady to meet up with Ambamama was always wellcome and even today whenever had been to South Canara, Katpady was always on the agenda just to spend a couple of hours with Ambamama.
My mother ( Shakuntala, elder daughter of Kitti - Ambamama's younger sister) is still not able to come to terms since for her Ambamama was nothing less than her own mother. That's the influence Ambamama had on her life.
May her soul rest in peace.
The Deepest feelings and emotions are those that are left unsaid and cannot be totally described. As a tribute to my Mamama I feel I should try now.
Distance, absence or passing away cannot take away or diminish my feelings for her. The feelings go as far back in time as my conscious memory is available and can be recalled.She lives with me ---in my memory.
When I was a child and with my dad and mom in Delhi, the one thing that I used to long for was to holidays when mom would ( Naturally) go to Katapadi. Although at that time I loved the place, it was only when I grew up that I realised that it was not about the place but my grandparents,uncles and Aunts and at the very centre of it all would be my Mamama who would literally take me over from my mom for the rest of the stay, and being her first grandchild she made me feel very special.she would remember every little bit about my likes and dislikes, would be extra protective. There was Ajja too at that time who was equally doting.
Being under her care felt so good that I used to hate it every time I had to leave Katapadi. The "Suno Suno Re kishan Kala" that she used to mutter everytime still rings pleasantly in my ears everytime I think of her. That is how I got my nickname--Kishen- from her. So much was the doting by Mamama that my parents used to fear that I would be a spoilt child --Ajji Sakida Magu.
The more I try to describe my feelings the more I feel that I am at a loss for words and the more I feel the moistness in my eyes developing into a tear.
I prey to god to rest her soul in peace
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