
Reading about an obituary in Star of Mysore on Sunday, 19th July 2020, about the passing away of an old friend and well-wisher of mine, popularly known as Santhepete Srikantaiah, I felt deeply saddened. To learn that towards the end he was hospitalised for some time further disturbed me because he was a man always on the move, active and also talkative. I used to pull his legs often calling him ‘talkative Srikantaiah’ (mathina malla in Kannada) asking him to allow me also to talk. He was 85.






