When my friend V alerted me on IM, 'your favorite author is no more' , I was truly shocked. This is something I have always dreaded. You know you adore and respect this person and his words - and you always knew he is getting old - but you just do not want that chapter to end ever! What I am going to say more, will sound dramatic and cliched - just two days back, I imagined getting this news that writer Sujatha is no more and was thinking how would I feel to hear that. My dad and I talked about his being old - and we both did not say it in words, but shared somehow the fear of this day!
And I cannot believe that the time has come. All good things come to an end. No one can escape from death. Such words come to my mind.
Sujatha a.ka. Rangarajan, was my favorite author always. I have missed reading his recent works, but Appa keeps telling me they are so up to date. It is amazing how he kept abreast of technology and today's way of life. All his writings reflected 'today' as he sees it. It never felt to his ardent followers that he has become 'old' and his writing is not making sense for the present day. Even when he wrote about his 'old' age problems, we enjoyed his style of writing.
His books were an integral part of my childhood. Reading his stories and sharing the enjoyment has been the most integral part of my relation with dad. When there was nobody to play with, being the only child in the home, I used to pick Sujatha's book, read for nth time, reliving the story. It was like watching a great movie over and over.Knowing what will happen never lessened the enjoyment I get. The climax punching lines gave the same effect, even when I knew that this is going to come, and I waited for the line.
He was 73 and really ill. May his soul rest in peace. The contributions he has done to the world of Tamil will be alive for ever.