In memory of

Rajasundrum Balasubramaniam

July 17, 1936 -  May 3, 2021

Dearest Dad,

My earliest memory of you was singing nursery rhymes when putting me to bed, and taking photograph after photograph, usually with a cigarette in one hand. 😊. Who can forget your math or card playing skills! You always advised me on how to raise my children. Life wasn't always easy for you, however you took it in stride. You were always willing to help, expecting nothing in return. I will forever miss you. You will always be fondly remembered by many.
With love, your daughter, Anu

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R Sivasubramaniam (eider brother)

Entered May 7, 2021 from Singapore

In 1935, when mother was pregnant again, father took mother to Chulipuram) along with the 3 year old Sivasubramaniam, who was very keen to attend school and play with his new friends. He was so keen that he would wake up early and drag his grandmother.
All this changed on July 18, when I was told that I complained to my grandmother that I was having ‘stomach ache’, which of course disappeared mysteriously a few minutes later and I was playing with my brother!
Grandmother knew what was happening, and dragged me off to school the next day, but climbing up the guava tree and staying up there long enough until school started and other tricks that were employed to stay behind and play with my baby brother (who was aptly named Balasubramaniam). Apparently grandmother was shrewd enough to make a deal with me to go to school on the condition that I could come home and spend the rest of the time playing with my brother – the deal apparently worked, until my father came in Nov/Dec 1936 and took us back to Sabak Bernam.
Those were idyllic days – no school and the two brothers having a great time. We made our own toys from coconut shells, used cotton reels became wheels, old cycle wheels, became cars which we drove around the house with improvised sounds imitating the few cars that we heard!
All good things come to an end, and by 1938, father began to realise that I had to go to school got a transfer to Kuala Lumpur.
May His Soul rest at the Holy Feet of His beloved Murugan

Sivarajasingam Mahendran (Nephew)

Entered May 8, 2021 from Singapore

May uncle’s soul Rest In Peace, reach Moksha and be with the Lord hence. May his soul stay blessed for eternity!
OM NAMA SIVAYA!

Sarojini Devi Kathiravelu (Cousin)

Entered May 8, 2021 from Auckland, New Zealand

You will be forever missed. Rest in Peace my dear Annae.

Shanmuganantha Kathiravelu (Cousin brother)

Entered May 8, 2021 from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

I will miss him very much. We were close when I was young.
Chinnannai, I will miss you.
Thamby

Thambipillai Arulnayagam (Causin)

Entered May 8, 2021 from Shirley, Croydon

We all pray God for his soul rest in peace. Last time when I went on holidays to Canada visited his place and had good chat with him, will always think of that.

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Sivasubramaniam (Brother)

Entered May 7, 2021 from Singapore

In 1935, when mother was pregnant again, father took mother to Chulipuram) along with the 3 year old Sivasubramaniam, who was very keen to attend school and play with his new friends. He was so keen that he would wake up early and drag his grandmother.

All this changed on July 18, (Balan was born on 17th July, after I had gone for school) when I was told that I complained to my grandmother that I was having ‘stomach ache’, which of course disappeared mysteriously a few minutes later and I was playing with my brother!

Grandmother knew what was happening, and dragged me off to school the next day, but climbing up the guava tree and staying up there long enough until school started and other tricks that were employed to stay behind and play with my baby brother (who was aptly named Balasubramaniam). Apparently, grandmother was shrewd enough to make a deal with me to go to school on the condition that I could come home and spend the rest of the time playing with my brother – the deal apparently worked, until my father came in Nov/Dec 1936 and took us back to Sabak Bernam.

Those were idyllic days – no school and the two brothers having a great time. We made our own toys from coconut shells, used cotton reels became wheels, old cycle wheels, became cars which we drove around the house with improvised sounds imitating the few cars that we heard!

All good things come to an end, and by 1938, father began to realise that I had to go to school got a transfer to Kuala Lumpur.

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