Sri P.R.Srinivasan ( 1919-2013)

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

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.