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Remembering Baba

by Jyotsna Kamat
First Online: June 01, 2006
Page Last Updated: May 09, 2017

Ganesh Vishweshwar Burde (1906-2002) A centennial Tribute

My father, G. V. Burde would have turned 100, on June 6th of 2006. He was an uncommon man. He developed certain virtues which at times are very difficult for ordinary people to inculcate. I cannot help listing some of his traits, which were contradictory or seemed to be so.

He was a self-taught person. Sixth child among my Grandparents' nine childern, his formal education ended with matriculation. A voracious reader, he learnt English, Kannada, Sanskrit, Marathi, Hindi and Bengali out of sheer love for languages. He read Tagore's works in original Bengali when he was past seventy!

He gave up smoking after forty years of hard smoking. The reason? He could not get his brand of cigarettes, when he was in Jaipur (Rajasthan) for a few months! He did not resume it after his return to his place.

He was almost an atheist. He did not wear the sacred thread which is compulsory for Brahmins and did not believe in any of the rituals, condemning many, logically. Howevere, he was a proud Hindu and a founder member of Arya Samaj branch at Gadag. He helped some friends who willingly wanted to come back to Hindu fold.

He loved outdoor life. He was a scout-guard; he knew several body exercises, took long walks, and taught his wife and children swimming. This at a time when women were not supposed to be in wet clothes in public, in mofussil areas!

He never thought of owning a house, though he spent thousands of rupees on books. Books were his passion. The lust for learning later turned into almost obession. He could ill-afford them with his meager income.

He was a dare-devil. Thick forests, river-currents and unknown tracks did not deter him in undertaking adventures. A nationalist to the core he sheltered underground revolutionaries at his residence during Quit India Movement (1942), was an offical of the British government, a postmaster. He would have lost the job and landed in jail, if these activities came to light.

A mere matriculate or school graduate, he helped his two daughters in their doctoral theses in translating sanskrit works and correcting English language.

He did not distinguish between his son and three daughters. This is rare in the patriarchal Indian society. He bestowed his care and affection equally and allowed us all the freedom to study, work and marry as we decided.

He was a great story-teller. He composed and narrated innumerable stories with Prakash (son) and Vikas (grandson) as heroes. Full of humor and misadventures, his stories were a source of  entertainment for the whole family.

His colleagues respected him, friends adored him and we all loved him for his unconcealed love of life and quest. He was Baba (Elder, father) to each and every body who knew him closely. He willingly taught to youngsters who approached him, English and other subjects. He was called Burde master by several.

He kept active habits till the end, exercising regularly. He had no health problems and died of old age when limbs (faculties) fail one by one. He passed away at the ripe age of ninety-six on  July 20th of 2002.

I am what I am today because of the encouragement, care and affection he gave me in no small measure. The love of reading which he imbued in us, has helped in all walks of our lives. I remember Baba everyday, before writing a new article for our website. He insisted on accuracy of spelling, contents and correct usage of English language.

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