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Sunday, April 28, 2024

An Epitaph

 

A TRIBUTE TO MY LOVELY BROTHER VIJAYA VENKATA RAMA SUBBA RAO ALIAS TAMBU

 

Tambu breathed last on the 21st April 2024 morning hours. The second sibling in the large twelve members’ family, was named by my parents after my Mother’s father. He is an embodiment of love and affection and a devout person, fully self-made. He was the first earning member of the family after completing the Pre-University Course in the pre-sixties from the Sri Venkateswara University. Well-versed in shorthand, at the behest of my father, he joined the Lederle Company (latter known as Cyanamid ) as a stenographer. While serving the Company, he graduated himself through self-learning. Post-retirement from the Cyanamid, he preferred to dedicate his life to service to humanity through yoga. He was an ardent follower of Ramana Maharshi’s writings and philosophy. He pursued his yoga learning under Yoga Acharya Raparti Rama Rao of the Centre for International Yoga Consciousness, Eizinigiri, Vizianagaram in Andhra Pradesh.

A Karma Yogi

Annually or at such intervals less than a year, he used to seek the blessing of his Yoga Guru. He did post-graduation in Yoga Sastra. Apart from teaching Yoga both at his home and at the houses of the students in the early hours and evening hours of every day, he delivered lectures on Yoga and its importance. He gave discourses on the All India Radio, Chennai on the International Yoga Day. 

He always believed that without himself being happy he would not make others happy. Whenever we brothers and sisters ring him and ask him, ‘how are you’, his response was always, I am happy. Even he was affected by Cancer and had intense suffering, he gave the same response that kept the kith and kin, near and dear, that all was well with him. This delusion distanced from early cure though all of us latter knew that the disease is by nature terminal.

The Palate:

He created a roof-garden where one can find beautiful flowers, vegetables for everyday use and built a small Yoga Room. It was only after he became less mobile and weak, did he shift to the ground floor at his lovely home in Chennai.

He treasures reading philosophical books and loves Cricket. He started admiring Hardrik Pandey for his versatility in batting and bowling. He used to give a call to me whether I was watching his test game or T-20.

The Bondage

Up to the Pre-Covid, he never missed a year to perform the customary annual ceremonies of my parents along with me, coming all the way from Chennai. He was my yoga Guru too. We used to reminisce into the past the way we moved when our parents were alive, going back six to seven decades, year after year. Unbound in affection, he never also missed to visit our sisters when he was at Hyderabad and his brother-in-law Ch. Rama Rao, a scholar, and a scientist in NGRI.

When he visited the US, he made it a point to visit Toronto to stay with my daughters and teach some basics of yoga too.

Enjoys Good Food

My Mother knew from the day he had the taste of food, he loved food and cleared the leaf. He also knew like a couple of my other brothers, cooking tasty vegetarian cuisine. His love for pickles – Avakaya, Menthikaya, and Magaya – all made of mango during the season and stored for the year, is immense. Many a time, he used to cook his own food at home as well. He loves cooking as much as his food.

Love for Music

He had very good friends of repute in the Karnataka music world. His love for Karnataka Music – vocal or instrumental, no matter, Thyagaraja Krithis, Annamaya Sankirthanas has no boundaries of region, language, and instrument,  His love for other fine arts is no less. Whenever our sisters gave music concerts, he always sent the video clippings to me to listen and enjoy. We inherited this love for music from our legendary and affectionate parents.

I had a small privilege of editing his AIR talks. A year back, I visited him at Chennai, after he got the unfortunate disease.

Etched in my memory great moments I enjoyed, I miss him, miss him a lot. He chose to go to my parents’ heavenly abode. God bless him.

B. Yerram Raju, the elder brother.