V. Sundaram is back to the Fighting Front after his wife's sudden demise
21st January 2012, Saturday
The readers of my blog Ennapadam Panchajanya would have been wondering as to why I have not written anything at all during the last three months. My wife Padma’s sudden demise on 28th of October 2011 was the worst death blow that I have received so far in my life. I have not yet recovered from the traumatic effects of this irretrievable personal tragedy. Yet I also know that I have no option other than to resume my public work, my Dharmik kartavya and I have no doubt that Padma would have wanted me to do just that and nothing else. I have received hundreds of heart-felt and moving condolence messages from her innumerable friends and well wishers in different parts of the world. Padma was a mighty karma yogi who dedicated herself to the sacred cause of public proclamation and propagation of Sanatana Dharma in all its aspects and manifestations. To continue her life’s mission with renewed hope, faith, courage, wisdom and enlarged vision is the best tribute that I can pay to the sacred memory of my beloved wife, Padma.
Late Srimati Padma Sundaram
Wife of Shri V Sundaram IAS
My beloved wife Padma passed away on the 28th of October 2011 at 11.15 PM at my residence in Kotturpuram. The Light of my Life – the Celestial Light – went out of my life on that very dark day in my life. My grieving heart composed the following poem on Padma on the 9th of November 2011 at Chennai. Here is that poem:
Padma was the Light of My Life
The Heart of My Heart
There was none in all the three worlds Whom I could call as my own
She was the Peace of My Mind
She was the Joy of My Heart
She was My Beauty and My Wealth
In more ways than ONE
She was the Fountain of My Wisdom and My Strength
My Scriptures and Commands
In the Field of Santayana Dharma
They Deathless Faith of My Ancestors from The Dawn of History
Came from HER
My Supreme Teacher
Padma was Indeed the Pilot
Who took me safely across the Stormy Ocean of Life
I recorded the following cry of my anguished heart and tortured soul on 10th of November 2011 at Chennai:
How can it be that in a wicked world so full at busy, the sudden loss of my very dear Padma makes a void in my Heart, So wide and deep that nothing but the width and death of VAST ITERNITY can fill it up?
Padma was pure as a crystal and truthful beyond suspicion. Her selfless life was simple, noble, dignified and gentle and the elements so mixed in her that Nature might stand up and say “This was a Woman”.
I was shattered into smithereens by the sudden and unexpected departure of my beloved wife Padma on the 28th of October 2011. The following immortal poem of W.H Auden (1907-1973), titled ‘The Wondering Minstrels’ came to my mind:
The Wondering Minstrels
by W H Auden
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 policemen 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 every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I would like my readers to note that my MATCHLESS PADMA was my NORTH, my SOUTH, my EAST and WEST.