Computing, Libraries, Tennis, India & other interests of Vikas Kamat
|Goruru and I|| |
| Picture Number 1 (One)|
Of the ten thousand or so pictures that we have digitized, the one that see
most often is a portrait of Kannada writer Gorur Ramaswamy Iyengar. The reason
for this is that when we started cataloging Bappa's pictures, the first color
slide I picked happened to be this one and I called it
1. Since then every time I browse our collection (by default, it sorts by name), Mr. Iyengar pops up at the top of the list!
When I Met Gorur Ramaswamy Iyengar
My dad was a great admirer of Goruru, especially his landmark book "Namma Urina
Rasikaru", and wanted to photograph him. On a sunny day in 1983 Bappa and I took a bus to the Navarag theater in Bangalore and located
his house. It was a very small and humble residence. Some of the greatest men
and women I have met are also the most simple. He was full of exaggeration and humor,
just like his writing. Mrs. Iyengar offered us warm hospitality and sugar boiled
milk. I just remember that we all laughed a lot, and for me it was a memorable
© K. L. Kamat
When I grew older I read some books by Goruru, but I must say that the man in
person was even more inspiring.
Strength of Character
Recently I read the autobiography of S.L. Bhyrappa (Bhitti) that gives a graphic description of the town of Goruru. In one incident, the author (a great writer himself) recalls attending a funeral for Goruru Ramaswamy Iyengar's son.
Excerpted from Bhitti, the autobiography of S.L.Bhyrappa
Even though India was freed on 15th of August, the satyagraha
(non-violent struggle) had continued in the Mysore province demanding a
responsible government. A number of us performed civil-disobedience and
courted arrest. A son of Goruru Ramaswamy Iyengar, who was studying in the
town of Tumkur and participating in a satyagraha, got caught in a police
shooting and died. Ramaswamy Iyengar, probably already in prison, but
temporarily released to perform the last rites of his son, led about five
hundred of us in a procession to the river. Iyengar held the ash-remains of
his dead son in both his hands, and we walked about two miles to the union
of Hemavati and Egachi rivers. He then walked chest-deep into the river,
disbursed the remains, and addressed us on the bank of the river - "My son
died an honorable death in the liberation of our nation. Such a death must
not be mourned".
All the assembled bowed to Ramaswamy Iyengar's strength of character,
at a time of such great personal loss.
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