Sunday, July 19, 2009

This blog is to keep alive the memories of Gowri Sukanya Iyer (1986-2008).
I have been dipping into her diaries, enjoying her take on life around her and reliving the precious moments she was with us.
I am sharing bits that will be (I hope) of interest to many of you. I am collecting bits on different themes rather than keeping the original sequence. I begin with her diary for 2005 and may go back and forth later. And I hope to keep up weekly posts.
She took to her diary from 2002, surely inspired by Anne Frank. They were a well kept secret – several volumes locked in her desk. It took me a while to bring myself to read them and they have grown on me. Of course she’s Suku and not Anne Frank. I begin with her dreams about writing and wanting to be known for it. And I hope she won’t mind my sharing this…
I invite all of you to share the link to this post with others who knew her. Also, it would be great if you could also share your memories around the theme in the post.
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  1. UnknownJuly 19, 2009 at 9:42 AM

    very touching. will always remember you.

    kripa

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  2. MJuly 19, 2009 at 10:59 AM

    thanks a lot lalitha...it was nice to read this...there is an universality in her confusion over where to make a mark or just lead a satisfied life... but an uniqueness in accepting the confusion... comedy and fact both well put in a way very few can. if she were there she would have debated the uniqueness idea wid me...she believed so much in equality...

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  3. UnknownJuly 19, 2009 at 8:43 PM

    Thanks for sharing aunty, I can almost hear Gowri speaking. That poem was so Gowri. We did not know she was aspiring to be a writer, so she escaped major 'pulling leg' sessions.

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  4. UnknownJuly 23, 2009 at 10:52 PM

    hi aunty,when i saw the profile, i felt gowri by my side. its really touching and i will always feel proud nd nice to have gowri as my friend

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  5. anitaJuly 25, 2009 at 8:34 PM

    lalitha thanks for doing this!!! this made me think of one story about suku...on our outbound training at rustom farms we were all asked to go out and come back with something that we identified it....suku came back very modestly with dirt in her hands...she explained that people come and trample over her and quash her like the dirt.

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  6. Prabha NidamarthyAugust 15, 2009 at 2:20 AM

    M prabha, Sharanya's junior in college..Although i hadnt met sukanya personally, i hd heard of her.. After reading the blog i feel so proud to hve hrd of her.. She is such an amazing writer.. thank you so much for sharing the blog with us..

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  7. Chitra Amma's KitchenAugust 19, 2009 at 11:54 AM

    The child's words reflect great contemplation and philosophy.Love you Suku.

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