He was the 3rd younger brothers of P.R.Ramaiya. he wqas a leading advocate of Bangalore for many decades.He wsas married to Leela . He had one daughter Choodamani(also known as jyothi) who married A.S.Prakash, a dentist . They have two children Pronothi and Vivek
Srinivasan , also known as Seena, was liked and loved by many people . Following is a small tribute written by his nephew P.R.Vishwanath
Srinivasan , also known as Seena, was liked and loved by many people . Following is a small tribute written by his nephew P.R.Vishwanath
OUR UNCLE
SEENA
Palahalli
Vishwanath
My uncle died
yesterday (2/9/13) at the ripe old age of 94. He was bedridden for
the last 9 months. We all loved him but it was time for us to part
company. He was one of the best examples of the greatness of the
disappering tradition of the joint family system. My father, the
eldest in the family, had four brothers. Uncle Seena was the third .
He was the last of his generation to have passed on.
My father had no time
for us when we were growing up. My Uncles , espescially Uncle Seena,
were the ones who looked after us. He was the one who got my first
shorts in the middle school, my first white pyjamas in the high
school and my first pants (duck?) in the college. He was also the one
to get my first wrist watch when I started work. He tried to teach
me how to ride a scooter but was never successful. He showed his
happiness and joy at whatever little I did in my work. He wrote me
more letters than anybody else in my family. He was really the Little
father ( Chikka Appa) , without the sternness which goes with the
word father.
And it is not just on
me that he showered his kindness. In fact, it was on all the members
of our joint family ( NAMMA MANE - Our Home) . He would never
forget to attend the annual memorial lectures held for my brother in
National College and Inst of world culture. Only later, I realized
that he was kidness personified not just to our families but
everybody who he came to contact with. He never forgot birthdays and
wedding anniversaries of all friends and relatives. In this age of
disappearing postal communications, we always looked forward to his
blessings which came in the from of illustrated post cards. I am sure
all of us who knew him will have his own tale to tell.
I am sure residents of
Basavangudi and Jayanagara would miss him at least for two radsons.
At first it is because he would keep his pockets stuffed with
choclolates and give them to almost everybody on his route. He would
go to the person, shake his/her hand and offer the sweets. The
second breed who will miss him are the motor drivers of the area.
Even at the age of 90 plus he would insist on walking everywhere
and would cross the streets of Bangalore with gay abandon armed
only with his walking stick. Some drivers would get impatient and
sound horn at him but some others stopped with reverence at the
sight of this swaying symbol of perseverance of mankind.
His name was
P.R.Srinivasan. He was a leading advocate of Bangalore for several
decades. He was also the legal correspondent of Deccan Herald for
many years.
