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I was planning to meet him, when I was going to come to Mumbai, for the Golden Jubilee which I had to cancel due to health-reasons. He was a lovable person. I can still imagine his smiling face. I pray to the Almighty to make his soul rest in peace. Manickavelu Balasubramanian. As distressed and heartbroken as we are, we readily agreed. Your hostel mates, your classmates, your housemate from Urbana came together to write this.
Each one of us with a heavy heart, have such warm loving thoughts about you, for you, for your family; there are so many things to say The conversations we had about sports, movies, about EE coursework, about random lab mishaps, about projects, about profs, about university applications.
The all-night discussions that went nowhere. The sitting around and singing. The guitar playing. The grub discussions. Your love for life, challenges included, or shall we say challenges wanted, was time and again noticed, admired and just so contagious and inspiring.
Your energy, warmth and humor always inviting us to be enthu and willing to push ourselves to limits past our own awareness. And you of course, constantly pushing yourself too! Like, in Urbana, trudging happily together Kapil and you , hauling the laundry basket by foot, to the laundromat, some feet of snow all around, in the dead of winter! Fun times :-D. In Massachusetts, the big Patriots fan that you were showing the same gusto for those games that you bring to all things you love.
Often jumping piggyback on Pani whenever they scored a touchdown! Eventually Pani took to running away from the TV at the possibility of a touchdown to save his back! Pani remembers your golfing outings together so well too. Walking all day - yup! And thank you, Velu, for all the trips! Your enthusiasm, infectious positivity for all things you touched especially useful for the group travel some of us got to do with you.
It never mattered how much money we had! Students or just graduated that we all were. Within budget and yeah usually you were the one that managed the money! Joy, curiosity and fun, mixed with a lot of hard work, lots of friendly love for the people you cared for and of course tons and tons of enthusiasm!
He remembers your crazy boisterous laughter when someone no mystery who ;- pulled a prank just outside your room. You two inside trying to study for exams and BOOM! Bomb outside the door goes off. You two come out laughing and mock shouting, till the entire thing one big laugh fest! Pani too shared stories that made us smile and laugh, involving a toota karela toyota corolla and the ultimate driving machine bmw.
Another about buying your first home in Worcester MA by winning a tennis match over Ray, who seemed to have been a superior tennis player! The stories especially heartwarming because all of them are so easy to imagine. So much charm and confidence. When we got to know you were doing medicine - our first reaction: of course, you would.
Some of us brimming with pride at the thought of you becoming a cardio thoracic surgeon. Oh yeah! The times together are forever etched in our minds. So many unsaid moments that were precious, fun and just full of life and joy! You brought a certain type of happiness to anything you did. Anything you pursued! Wish we had met you at the IIT reunion. You would have cried and laughed. You would have forgotten whether you were in the past or present.
The hostel is just as it was. You had this ridiculous bounce in your step as if you were going to leap a foot into the air every time.
And the absolute confidence of walking up to someone clapping them on their shoulders and making that direct eye contact, all the time laughing with your eyes.
Energy radiated out of you. Your room and music system were an exotic world. Listening to Thiruda Thiruda songs on your music system - it felt like one was in the lap of luxury.
Your guitar playing and songs for PAF were extraordinary. It was magic. Velu passed away on 19th September He is survived by his wife Anu, son Vishaak, parents, and brother. A Tribute to Linus D'Souza. Our dearest eldest brother, Linus Stanislaus Anthony D'Souza, passed away suddenly and peacefully, on He was born on He will be deeply missed and the void he has left can never be filled. Tech project in addition to the Institute's Silver Medal for topping in the category of Chemical Engineering.
When a person is par excellence, in every way and in everything, but doesn't fit into standard grooves of achievement, success, working prowess, how does one describe him?
When the power of one's brain is as vast as the power of the universe, and I'm sure all IITIANS will agree, that one DOES have that capacity, but only a percentage seek access to, hone and showcase it , can we contain describing such persons in words?
Our brother Linus was one such, a genius and more, so we celebrate, at his passing, not the success, but the MAN! And this obituary, honouring him, is written from a human angle Tall, fair, handsome, our Linus had a deep baritone voice Our big brother was our hero, our guide, we followed his advice He loved to sing, play the mouth organ even tried to strum a guitar Was an avid reader, shy and reticent, never stepping out too far.
Studious to the nth degree, he was never known to take a break Keenly ambitious to retain first place in all he'd undertake So it was no surprise that he topped in Chemical Engineering of the IITs Though he missed the first rank in the collective engineering categories.
Silver Medalist, securing a scholarship to the prestigious Institute of Caltech, US He travelled overseas to obtain his PhD and return to native shores, to us.
But when he displayed his genius, scoring high, in that foreign land, He became target and was pressurized by an envious, merciless band. This lad of delicate constitution, could not withstand the battering tortures Falling prey to a mental breakdown, yet obtaining his Masters.
He returned and fought his way to regaining his mind's equilibrium Set out to find a position he could do justice to, and that would do justice to him. Why put up these details in this obituary I am penning?
That's LIFE, it's not made only of success and doesn't always have a happy ending For our brother, suffering became the mainstay, the bane of his existence He went through humiliation, contempt, his frail mind putting up brave resistance. He worked and held posts in Standard Alkali, Gharda Chemicals, with zest And in Larsen and Toubro, a company considered among the best For a few years, was actively involved with the IITB Alumni Association, But his mind relentlessly bore him down, halting him at every station.
Age and a quickly evolving world put end to his aspiration Through the years that followed he would have erratic bursts of inspiration He stepped back, but kept track of friends, colleagues, striving hard to keep in touch There were a few loyal friends, to the end, and he loved them very much! This charming, engaging, charismatic personality, never any could ignore He made us laugh, he made us cry, he made us love him all the more Though a loner, when he entered a room, he was the cynosure of every eye Our central figure has departed to higher realms, leaving it hard to say goodbye.
Be free, soar high and achieve the heights you were denied in a cruel world Misunderstood, sidelined, lonely, yearning to be loved and held In God's Kingdom, you'll find your rightful place, beloved brother Linus. It's au revoir, not adieu, or goodbye, for assuredly, you're gonna meet us! Having lived in Hostel 4 at IIT Powai for five years while pursuing a degree in Chemical Engineering as a classmate of Linus, I knew him as a brilliant student, simple, gentle, hardworking, intelligent, and a noble and kind-hearted soul.
Humility and modesty were some of the virtues which made him a friend of several of his classmates and hostel mates. On his return to India, he did try to pursue a career in engineering with some leading Mumbai-based companies, but it did not work out for him. His work included visiting companies in Mumbai which employed IITB engineers and enrolling them as members of the Association.
He met me often at my workplace in Andheri East and I would help him by giving him contact data of alumni based in Mumbai. In the s, he started to call me on my landline, and I would update him on the happenings at IITB as well as on our classmates. He mentioned his health issues and that he had restricted his travel to within Bandra West where he lived. At that time, he was also in touch with other classmates such as Subhash Tawde, Leja and others. He developed a habit of writing to me on postcards.
He had a good handwriting but would use almost every inch of available space. He would quote from the Bible while describing some incident. He then started to send me newspaper cuttings with news on IIT, international events etc. I kept him abreast of Alumni matters by gifting him a subscription to Fundamatics. Since Linus did not have email facility, he would post his worksheets to me which I would scan and email to Urban. One day he told me he felt he was on to something big and wanted copies of some articles published in a few technical journals.
For the last few decades, Linus was in touch with me, initially on my landline and later on my mobile. Sometimes, he would repeat the same talk he had with me the previous day.
But he had a phenomenal memory of the distant past and would never forget my birthday. He was the one who told me about our classmate Percy Fernandes passing away in Mangalore. I had met Percy in Mangalore around a year or so prior to his sudden demise. I would then send an email to Urban in Michigan.
Linus would specify a particular day and time when Urban should call. I can understand it was not always possible for Urban to do this and tried to explain to Linus but his calls continued with the same request which I conveyed to Urban. That was the last time I heard his voice. Ramesh Punjabi and I had planned to visit Linus at the Vasai Home which permitted visitors only on weekends in the last weekend of September.
But alas, Fate decided otherwise. Oh, how I miss dear Linus. I pray to the Almighty God for his blessed soul to rest in eternal peace. RIP, my dear friend. Very sorry to hear about the sad demise of Linus D'Souza. I remember him very well. He was a very bright student. I expected him to excel in his profession. My recollection is that he had gone abroad for higher studies. Later I came to know that he had come back. Unfortunately, I did not get a chance to interact with him much all these years.
He was a very quiet and disciplined person. Convey my condolences to his bereaved family. I have fond memories of Linus. I first met him when i was working on a catalytic converter environmental research project under the guidance of Prof TRR Mohan in He was fascinated with the possibilities around the Ivanenko's Group Method of Data Handling algorithm, and he kept encouraging me to write programs to utilize the algorithm.
He was a very positive person and encouraged me to ask questions in technical seminars. In fact, we attended many IIT Bombay seminars where he would stand up boldly to ask questions or clarifications.
Linus also met my family in Mumbai and my mother had a high regard for him. He also tried to discourage me from indulging in smoking marijuana and taking drugs and I remember his advice. When I left for the USA for my educational and working career, he reconnected with me through his buddy Niranjan Bhat who was writing in between and enabled me to communicate with him.
I will miss him and his positivity and will keep him and his family sisters and brothers in my prayers. Rest in peace, dear friend Linus. Urban De Souza, Metallurgical, Hostel 6. Linus was the eldest of 6 siblings of a middle-class family living at Belgaum. He and I were roommates from the second year onwards. Apart from excelling at academics, he had a number of hobbies, one of which was singing popular songs of the time.
He and I would sing occasionally at Hostel 4 social gatherings. Linus amazed me by completing examination papers ahead of time and walking off, while most of us watched the clock anxiously as we struggled to complete the paper. However, he found the pace and pressure of life too challenging and suffered a breakdown, which resulted in his return to India after a year. He briefly held a number of jobs for prestigious companies but was under medication and could not handle the stress entailed.
Linus lived in Bandra with his two unmarried sisters. My sporadic conversations with him revealed that he had a phenomenal memory and could reel off detailed information about his family history, of his experiences in IIT.
From June this year his health began to decline. He had a convulsion, slipped into a coma and was admitted to hospital. When he recovered and was discharged, he had difficulty in walking. He was admitted to a Home for Senior Citizens in Vasai, where he was undergoing physiotherapy until his final days. Farewell dear Linus, till we meet again, someday somewhere. I am very much saddened to understand from your email message that Linus expired today a few minutes back.
Kindly convey my condolences to his sister and other family members. My prayers are to God for the heavenly peace for the departed soul of our beloved classmate and my personal friend of many years. Linus was in touch with me personally since , even worked in my office for a few months in engineering design. Even a couple of times I had invited him for lunch at my Thane home while he was working with me.
He enjoyed fish curry and rice prepared by my wife Surekha. He used to praise my family a lot. He became friendly with daughters, and he used to enquire about their academic careers in schools and colleges and also after they went to USA for further studies. Even after my two daughters got married and settled in USA, Linus used to enquire with me on his landline about them and their kids and husbands.
Linus used to know my grandkids by their names. Linus did not have a mobile smart phone; hence I could not exchange day to day messages with him. He served as our Hon. Secretary for nearly 2 years helping the fledgling body to develop. I was in H3, and he was in H4.
My interaction with him started in when he requested my help in assisting with his B. Tech project. Those days we had to work with Minsk computers in IIT. He wanted me to collate voluminous data and translate them into meaningful graphs. I was happy to oblige him. After graduation he told me he was joining Caltech for further studies. If I remember correctly that was the only school that offered him financial assistance.
He left for the US in and just as I was thinking everything was hunky dory with him, his life fell apart. He went through a tragic and painful experience in the US. After he completed his MTech course, Caltech sent him back to India at their own cost. A promising career had been cut short. When he came back to India his life was in shambles.
To help him cope with his life was a Herculean task for his family and friends. Strangely, he could communicate much better with me than with his family members. His mother knew this and at times requested me to talk to him. Once he became better, much better we both often would go for long walks, particularly to Union Park,16th Road Bandra.
I was glad to know he was slowly returning to normalcy. I became his confidant, and he would tell me about his childhood in Belgaum.
He was brought up under the care of his grandmother. Linus was a thorough gentleman. His knowledge of the Bible was phenomenal. He would quote full verses from the Bible, both the New Testament as well as the Old. Somewhere along the way, his disconnect with the world he lived in became apparent. He constructed a world of his own which had little to do with reality.
These are my impressions of what transpired nearly fifty years back. I was glad to do whatever little I could do for him. But many who came across him would go out of their way to help him. Such was his personality. I know how much IIT Bombay tried to help him. There were some positive qualities in Linus which I want to highlight. He was conspicuous because of rare qualities I find in human beings. In my interactions with him -- I knew him for many years -- I never saw him displaying malice towards anyone.
In this dog-eat-dog world this is rare. He was ambitious. I understand he narrowly missed topping his class in B. He was given the Institute's Silver Medal in Chemical Engineering which disappointed him and many of his batchmates who expected him to get the President of India's Gold Medal.
In my many conversations with him he would often quote biblical passages to buttress his view points. His worldview was coloured by a strong religious upbringing.
His child-like quality is something rare we see these days. Fifty years' gap has not dimmed my memories of Linus. Dear Linus, RIP.
I just woke up in Canada to the sad news. A few days ago, Ranju had informed us about his moving from Bandra to a nursing home in Vasai. He did say that Linus was unwell but never imagined this. Really shocking. My deepest condolences. May his soul rest in eternal peace. Click here to condolence messages sent by other IITB friends.
A Shraddhanjali Tribute to Nanda Khare. Tech '67 CE H5. Anant Nanda Khare passed away on July 22, at the age of 76 after a lengthy battle with seriously compromised lung functions. Nanda left behind his wife Vidyagauri, daughter Narmada, son Amitabh and three grandchildren. His quick wit at times turned into PJs which were promptly greeted with well deserved boos.
He knew exactly what his engineering interests were, and did not allow his high ranking unduly influence his career choice. He was as brilliant as unique. He liked to play chess, especially the lightning variety. He and his brainy wing-mates would finish 4 Chess games in 10 minutes after breakfast and before leaving the hostel to attend the morning classes.
He used to actually bring a book to read during lectures that were of little interest to him. He projected a quiet confidence during his discussions and debates with others. Overall Nanda was a quieter sort of a person who could easily go under the radar. During his professional career he managed numerous projects such as Dams, Bridges, Roads and Industrial Buildings in Maharashtra. Through his excellent work, he brought about a well deserved respect from public officials for the Civil Engineering Contractors.
He gradually progressed to the pinnacle of his engineering career and assumed the role of the Managing Director of the firm before retiring at the age of 55 years. All through this period, he never talked much about his engineering achievements and never had any airs about himself. His modesty always showed through and through. Although well accomplished in the Civil Engineering Construction business, his real love continued to be literature, exactly as it was apparent during his IIT days.
As it happened, the real Nanda showed up only after he retired from Engineering. He took up writing Marathi books and novels tackling many worldwide societal issues. His nature was such that many of his contacts had not realized the depth of his literary talents.
By the time of our batch-mate gathering on the campus in , he had already authored 9 books. A couple of years later, he wrote a book dealing with biological, social and economic evolution of mankind Homo Sapiens , perhaps considered to be the best scientific book authored by Nanda. His science fiction book titled "Udya" tomorrow was deemed to be the best, and won the yearly Marathi Sahitya Academy Award. Nanda declined to accept this award due to his firm view that such an award should be given to encourage and celebrate Marathi literary work by younger authors as opposed to the oldies like himself.
Having believed and lived that way, he had opened his house to many aspiring young Marathi authors to mentor them through the process of discussions and debates. In all, Nanda authored 22 Marathi books, and additionally, translated 6 English books into Marathi. The tributes that poured in Marathi newspapers after his passing, praised his writings as being well thought through and thought provoking.
We knew right then that our friend Nanda was a lot bigger and more accomplished a man than we had ever realized. Ashok Modak. Tech '68 ME H3. Ashok Modak was born on April 11, in Pune, which was then a quiet country town, and eventually his family moved to Mumbai, where he spent much of his youth. He was an only child but grew up among many family members, so boisterous company was never very far away. His father Trimbak was a civil engineer, and his mother Usha, a social worker.
A diligent student and a badminton and tennis champion, Ashok graduated from the IIT Bombay in , specializing in Mechanical Engineering.
He immediately left India for graduate studies at the University of California, Berkeley. Ashok met his wife Phyllis Birnbaum at the International House, and after that he threw himself into life in the United States, receiving his Ph. He and Phyllis moved to Boston, where Ashok worked for various research and technology companies. One of his notable projects was related to the design of heat resistant tiles for space shuttle reentry back to earth.
Ashok was an avid reader and in later years studied cosmology, trying to understand the secrets of the universe and human life. Ashok was kind and gentle, happiest when able to help others.
He had a passion for life and welcomed new experiences. Six months before he died, he went swimming in an Indian river with a band of water buffalo. Ashok died in Cambridge, Massachusetts on August 31, His survivors include his wife Phyllis and cousin Anant Yardi, among many other family members.
Vrajlal Hiralal Vyas took his last breath at the age of 73, on his way to the Amarnath yatra on 13th July, During the journey, he had some health issues and was under medication for two days when he collapsed. His body was taken to Srinagar and then flown to Vadodara via New Delhi. His last rituals were conducted in Vadodara on 15 th July. He was a strong-willed man and if he set his heart on something, he would pursue it against all odds. Probably, this is why neither a lung condition nor extreme weather in the north deterred him from the eternal journey he undertook.
This sheer willpower is something he exemplified throughout his life's journey. Born in a lower middle-class family in Gujarat, he was the youngest of five brothers and a sister. He turned out to be the first amongst his family to graduate in mechanical engineering from IIT, Bombay, batch. Also, he was specially felicitated by his community in , when he was the first from among them to go abroad, when he was deputed for training at Inventa, Switzerland by GSFC. He dedicatedly served Gujarat State Fertilizers and Chemicals for over 30 years before retiring in as Addl.
General Manager. Services till June The spirit of service was always prevalent in all aspects of his life. Over the last two decades, he also taught yoga as a way of giving back to society. His spiritual pursuits took him places far and wide including Kailash Mansarovar, in the last decade.
Vrajlal Hiralal Vyas got married in and is survived by his wife, son, married daughter and two grandchildren, all living in Vadodara.
An out-and-out family man, he was always there not just for immediate family, but also extended family and friends. He taught Yoga at Yoga Niketan. He will always be remembered for his kindness, strength and eternal spirit of learning. From Kalyan Sen: In our Hostel he was room partner of Kamal Mehta initially and later moved in next to me and Lajmi moved in next to Kamal in the final year.
Right from IIT days, I noticed he was keenly interested in tinkering with any day-to-day technical problem faced by his friends. After IIT, besides being engaged in his profession, I noticed he advised his nephews who were running a factory manufacturing ball chain in Goregaon.
We travelled during weekends to Ahura Bakery Stores, Andheri to negotiate best bargains for cakes and pastries and to Joy Ice Cream office in Worli to convince them to install the first Softee Ice Cream machine in the Campus.
Softee became a big attraction, whereas the availability of cakes and pastries was a good change for those who were not satisfied with the monotonous menus of the Hostel Mess. Easy access to Cigarettes was another boon for the boys as they did not have to go outside the campus anymore to purchase them, now and then. He maintained all accounts and ensured we did not run into loss. As he stayed in Baroda, we hardly met after IIT though we were in touch on phone and mail.
Once he stayed in my house, when he came down to attend the wedding ceremony of the elder son of Pradip Mittra in He also joined us at least on two occasions in our gatherings in Mumbai, once to join our Lunch meeting with Muthu when the latter had come down for a visit to India in I had the chance to visit him when we drove thru Baroda, on our way to Rajasthan 8 years ago, but unfortunately, he had to leave suddenly and we could not meet. I met him last during our visit to IIT in I was hoping to meet him again in our reunion in December this year.
His passing away is a big shock to me as I am sure to many of us. His memory will always remain. Vinayak M Kale. With humble beginnings and no solid educational background, he went on to be the first graduate, the first engineer and also the first IITian in the entire family. His family shifted to Pune in his early childhood, where he studied in Nutan Marathi Vidyalaya and later in S.
P College until Pre-University. He completed his engineering by securing scholarships all through the 5 years! After graduating from IITB, Vinayak worked as a Project Manager to build multi-million dollar plants, fully automatic plants manufacturing detergents to pharmaceuticals. He could never sit idle and hence started his own consultancy to support SMBs.
Vinayak passed away peacefully on June16 at his Pune residence. He will always be remembered as a pleasing personality, hardworking, humble and a true gentleman at heart! His family is very proud of his personal and professional journey. He is survived by his wife and 2 sons, who are settled in Australia and Bengaluru. Vivek Gopal Bhandari. Vivek Gopal Bhandari passed away on May 14, in Mumbai. After graduating, he joined his father's company Troika that specialises in technology and equipment for the vegetable oil industry, and took it to new heights and a global presence.
In all the five years at IIT nobody knows of him having had a conflict with anyone. A veritable Bhandar of virtues - humble, generous, and down to earth, who believed in forgiving mistakes. Enjoyed treasure hunts, crosswords, quizzes. He had read the complete works of Dickens in IIT. Enjoyed photography and gardening, and blogged stories written with brilliant humour.
Yogendra Surajmal Kanodia. Yogi, as he was known to his friends and family, very regretfully passed away on April 30, after a brief but brave fight with cancer.
In he joined the Datamatics Group as a Director, taking over Datamatics Financial Services Ltd which later grew into Datamatics Business Solutions Ltd, now a leader in solutions for demand generation and sales acceleration processes for corporate entities.
A keen Billiards player, he could be found playing the game at the club opposite his Shivaji Park home every evening in his younger days. In corporate life, Yogi was known for his problem-solving skills and creative solutions. He is survived by Rashmi, his wife, and two sons, Nishant and Siddharth. Ravish Kumar Tiwari. Dual Degree '05 Mett. Ravish Kumar Tiwari a.
Tech and M. His brother fondly remembers that as a kid Ravish wanted to become PM of India, and in school he had made plans to achieve that position in Even at IIT, his friends knew him with the same ambition, and often found Ravish hostel lounge devouring one newspaper after another. His passion for questions that go to the heart of politics and society made him switch to social sciences. He went to Oxford University in as one of the six Rhodes Scholars that year; his field was social justice in education.
He has come from Rhodes to roads. Ravish loved politicians, every aspect of them — their ideological commitments both in public and private , rhetoric, bombast, ambitions, jealousy, conspiracies, et al.
He enjoyed it because he was never judgmental. He just loved the art and science of politics and reported it irreverently. Tiwari had the opportunity like many of us to setup companies and become multi-millionaires. He was proud of his friends who had chosen to do it but he took no less pride in what he had chosen to become — a pavement-thumping journalist.
He made a name for himself for his brilliant grasp of politics and policies, a wide network of sources across sectors and, above all, his objectivity and fearlessness.
In a media ecosystem where self-promotion is almost a credo, Tiwari let his stories do the talking. Ravish Tiwari was a brilliant journalist, but still better as an individual, someone who found virtue in everyone and spoke ill about none. The immense respect he gained for his objective, irreverent journalism got reflected in the form of tributes and condolences.
In my career till then, I was yet to come across a student so certain about what he wants to do. I believe by politics he essentially meant that he wants to ultimately bring certain changes in the society, administration and governance.
That is where the idea of becoming a journalist germinated in his mind. We from the Techfest team, came to know this gem of a person when he Managed Infrastructure in Ravish was a true star, and stars don't just shine, they burn. No mention of Tiwari can be complete without the name of Pujya, his very brave wife, who was his constant companion.
Seeing her proved to us that soulmates are not born for each other, they are made here on this earth. His last rites were performed by his father in the presence of his family, friends and colleagues at a crematorium in Gurgaon.
JN Godbole B. Godbole passed away on January 4, He was a thorough gentleman and very humble. Managing Director in He was in charge of IDBI till the new incumbent joined.
He retired on Mar 3, He will be missed by family and friends. Shankarnarayan R Rao B. At a close family lunch earlier this year our conversation moved to cricket, the cricket of our times, especially recalling the performance of my brother that led our school team to reach the semi-finals of Harris Shield, beating teams with players such as Gattani, Kundaran, Solkar, Amroliwalla, Rege and of course Gavaskar, who all went on to play for State or India teams.
Joining in the conversation subtly, Shankar simply said that in the inter-class cricket matches, he has had a few long innings with Sunil Gavaskar. That he played cricket seriously and that too partnered Sunnybhai was news to us. Never ever mentioned it on any occasion over the years.
Shankar was also a great follower of sports events. All these years that we have had known Shankar, the impression we had carried was, a great intellectual solving crossword puzzles and a person who read a lot.
Modesty had been a hallmark of his personality right through his career and life. He passed away earlier this year on 29 May He retired from there as Executive Director in In the course of his career with Exim Bank he spent few years in Delhi and Washington. I would like to acknowledge all those who sent tributes on Shankar. Will always remember your calmness, dignity and unfailing courtesy.
A perfect gentleman, a true friend, and mature beyond age from when I knew you more than 40 years ago! I will miss you dear friend and your advice in critical situations! My heartfelt condolences to the family! Om shanthi! I had joined a new job at Tata Consulting Engineers … what caught my attention was his disarming mischievous smile. A thorough gentleman, who had no enemies, would be an apt description of him. Although a chemical engineer by qualification, he was a wizard at financial projection and analysis of projects we conceived for our clients…..
No one has seen him get angry …. He will always be remembered as a helpful colleague, a thorough gentleman and a sincere friend. Om Shanthi! He was always there lending a helping hand very gently under trying circumstances. Ayalasomayajula Kaaliprasad Rao Ph. We lost a very rare gem and my heart sinks with gloom and my eyes filled with tears while writing this piece.
AK, as he was very popularly known, is a rare breed of professionals who despite his age and accomplishments had the grace to acknowledge the young and the old alike and made everyone feel as though they were his equals in stature and achievements. He was dignity personified. A couple of years back I was co-leading a reputed executive education organization in Hyderabad and it was there that I met AK for the first time ever.
AK was on our faculty panel and was introduced to me by my colleague. AK at once made me feel comfortable and at no point in time during our first interaction did he allow his seniority or his professional accomplishments overshadow my shine, my time.
He treated me like his younger brother and never passed up an opportunity to mentor me. In a very short period, we became very thick friends, the difference in our age notwithstanding. Even after I moved on to pursue other opportunities, we interacted very frequently. He would always call and suggest that we should join hands and do business together.
He used to share everything liberally. He would often push business opportunities that came his way to me. He wanted us to partner up and work together. Let us join hands. Eventually, I started a social enterprise on my own largely inspired by his thinking process and his constant motivation. A fortnight before his demise he called me up and offered yet another big opportunity to partner and work with him.
I promised to get back to him and before I could, he left us. I am unable to get out of the shock. I cannot believe he is no more with us today. AK always preferred working from the shadow zone. He always silently did the heavy lifting and did that willingly. My win was his win. AK has worked with marquee organizations in senior leadership roles and has contributed immensely to the executive education industry.
I have first-hand experience of how dear social service was to his heart. He single-handedly raised funds to get 2 lakh units of face masks produced. Hats off to this amazing crusader of the poor and marginal sections of society! We have lost a true gem. I hope wherever he is now, AK, is busy charting out his next course of action to help the poor and needy. May his beautiful soul rest in peace! K amlesh B.
Shah B. Kamlesh B. Shah, 74, of Iselin, NJ, passed away on July 30, , peacefully at home with his wife and family by his side. A Matunga, Mumbai native, he loved to breakfast at Cafe Madras. Kamlesh fondly remembered his time at IIT and the lifelong friendships he made there in Hostel 8. In , he immigrated to the US with his family and settled in New Jersey.
Jovial, compassionate, and fun-loving, Kamlesh loved creating connections, especially with fellow Indians, to network and support each other. Kamlesh had a passion for music, good food, personal finance, travel, and doted on his grandchildren.
Mohan Patil B. My obituary for my dearest friend Mohan Patil who departed for heaven on 24th May Mohan can be described in one word - "GEM".
He was a down-to-earth and gem of a person. It is a unique situation that I do not think anyone has faced in life like mine in history! He used to live in the building just behind mine in Mumbai where I lived near Chowpatty growing up. Together we had a good time growing up at IIT, the golden years of our education. Years passed by and I met him again in person in November for the 40th reunion of our Mech 71 batch! He called his wife from the reunion venue and I talked to her.
He also invited me to visit them before I departed for the U. But due to my busy schedule, I could not visit. Less than10 years from that get-together, I cannot believe he is no more!
I went to the U. He also attended my marriage in Mohan used to help me unconditionally and with ease in every difficulty, I faced at IIT. He was the most caring person I have met in my life. My mother is 91 years old now, also knew his family very well. She is living here in Houston and still remembers Mohan and his parents. RIP in heaven Mohan Patil, my unique childhood friend.
You will be missed. You will always be in my heart. Kesav Vithal Nori B. Prof Kesav Nori has left for his heavenly abode and it has created a big vacuum in the lives many of us he touched. He was Kesav, Nori-saab, Prof. He was known to leave one unforgettable story as a shared memory for each of the people in his life. Here is mine! Kesav, I hope you like it, as you settle down in heaven. Kesav shared his ideas about compiler technology he was planning to build. But it was a tad bit early and premature.
Most academics and researchers would have resisted. But not Kesav. His enthusiasm that someone in sales trusted his research ideas even before they were fully baked was good enough.
This not only became possible but was done very well because of Kesav. We had intense arguments, different viewpoints and interesting debates.
Our basis were different but the confluence we reached was spectacular and sowed wonderful seeds for the work beyond programming languages and compiler technology at TRDDC at that time. With Kesav, even the most differing viewpoint debates were in soft in decibel but intense and loud in intellectual rigour.
Whenever we felt we needed a break from the intensity, we would take a walk to the nearby petrol pump on Bund Garden road for some chikki. There was a shop tucked inside the petrol pump. He loved sweets and got me also hooked to chikki.
Till date, I cannot eat chikki without thinking of Kesav. Serendipity was discernible in this journey. One can compare it to a giant tree where one could climb get hold of any limb and traverse the tree. Kesav enjoyed functional programming and lambda calculus but was not a fan of AI State of the Art in the late 80s. I always tried to convince him to treat it as an engineering approach rather than put it through the scrutiny of the theoretical foundation of programming.
He was deeply influenced by Prof. He was also an ardent admirer of Prof. Dijkstra and Prof. Kesav not only accepted but embraced databases, meta data, persistent data models and rule-based engines that pretty much defined AI in those times at TRDDC. He was an active participant in Adex and another data engine as much as in any other compiler tool. Kesav shifted gears from academics to serious TCS style proposal writing effortlessly.
The artist in Kesav was as classy as the computer scientist. He was an Origami expert and was excellent at calligraphy. At the breakfast table, mats were made of thick paper. And the hotel was celebrating American week and had pictures of the American eagle in the restaurant. The hotel Manager was mighty impressed. We got dinner on the house that evening! There are very few people who effortlessly amalgamate science, engineering, art and business. With Kesav, Philosophy was the fifth dimension.
Kesav combined these such that each prospered on his canvass. Besides exceptional professional achievement, here was a warm-hearted, genuine and simple person. After leaving Pune, he visited Rajani and me whenever in Pune. Rajani, my wife made bhutte ka kees that he used to like. Bhutte ka kees is a popular recipe from Indore made from grated Indian corn not the American sweet corn. We miss you Kesav. But your memories will bring eternal pleasure to all of us.
Stay safe in heaven, my dear friend. Sanjay Shamkuwar B. Sanjay Shamkuwar, B. Yograj was a fountainhead of knowledge with a passion for bringing positive change to the education system.
He was the co-founder of one of the unique life skills-oriented school in Indore. He worked hard on creating a beautiful community focused on real-life skills and natural learning.
He has left behind a lot of memories to cherish, honour and emulate. He passed away on May 8, You would be missed dear friend Yograj! Anurag Wahi B. Vipin Joshi B. Vipin Joshi passed away on December 20, Joshi was an excellent administrator and delivery manager. Dinesh Mohan B. We are deeply saddened to hear about the passing away of Prof. He was an expert in transportation engineering.
He did his B. It is a great loss to the entire IIT fraternity and India with his work which improved our lives in ways both civic and social. Milind Wakdikar B. Chhaya Dixit Ph. Prerana Rane Ph. Venkatraman Krishnan B. Venkatraman Krishnan passed away in Bengaluru on 29th April Krish was undergoing medical treatment for complications resulting from a kidney transplant done 24 years back. Unfortunately, he had two strokes in recent days.
He is survived by his wife and two married sons. He was an active volunteer with Mohan Foundation educating and lecturing on organ donation. Krish was a wonderful person loved by all. Coming from a humble background, he was simplicity personified. He was brilliant, humorous and very helpful. He also serves as a general assignment reporter. Kassraie previously covered U.
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