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OBITUARY |
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HOME PAGE SELVA'S WORDS INFORMATION ARCHIVE |
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Selva during his Nantah days(79/80). Photograph contributed by Harry Lo. |
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Selvan Annai, it has been such a long-time since I met you and it was great to have met you in 2003. My memories of you go back to my childhood when you were the very special person in our life. You have always been remembered as a special person and we always love both your company and your mother's. I shall always miss you and will always be here to care for your mother in your absence. Annai, we love you very much and I shall always remember you as the person we look up to and aspire to be.
Your cousin
Kabi |
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Click here for a picture of Selva with his grandmother. This photograph was contributed by Selva's cousin sister, Sathi. |
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We first met Selva as my brother Indren's housemate in Singapore in the eighties. He was then a civil engineer inspecting sites in the sun wearing a yellow helmet. I wish we had had the chance to know him better because by all accounts, here was a man who dared to go where few would go and who was yet personable and full of the joy of life. I would say: he lived. Why shouldn't we celebrate that?
Sivam and Uma |
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W.H. AUDEN (WYSTAN HUGH) BORN IN YORK 1907
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out everyone;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
1936 Gone but not forgotten RIP
Robin & Nikki |
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