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Odipponavan- Tamil Novel for Children by K.Navasothy.M.A

“Odipponavan” (Runaway Boy)- Children’s novel by Kanapathippillai Navasothy. pub Dec’1968, Sri Lankan.

`Odipponavan’ means  (male) who ran away!  It is a novel written for children, by my late father K.Navasothy, published back in 1968 in Sri Lanka. It has been used as part of reading lists in Tamil Schools a long time ago, in a land far far away.  The story is the sad and troubled life of a boy, and the end is tearful.

I remember reading it when I was a small boy. I don’t remember what I said to my father afterwards. I wonder what he expected?  Writers have a funny habit- they like to know what someone thought of their writing. And for a man who wrote a novel about a boy (long before he had a son), and for that to be read by his son a decade later- the comments I could have given must have been the most important one ever! And I have yet to give mine!  And I will, when I have read the novel again.

But life has already mirrored fiction, and I am aware – that I have been the boy who has been running away..  from so many things – family, friends, culture, native land,  and even religion!   As I now live through (astrology says so) my mid-life years (crisis of all sorts), and burn my self out with my own creative fires- night after night, trying to finish so much of my own  writing (fiction & non-fiction), I look back at my father’s children’s novel `Odipponavan’ and am startled.  Startled by the agonies of friendships & loyalties of the boy in the book  that at times reflect in my own life. I have  no doubt reflected my father’s own inner turmoils are in there somewhere too, for no Writers write without putting their own heart in their works!

Books & Magazines by Kanapathippillai Navasothy- (Tamil list translated into English by Mani Navasothy).

Perhaps now, I do begin to understand my late father Navasothy..and his life as an Author, Artist, Public Speaker, Radio Personality and all around Cultural Servant to Tamil. Like him, I seem to be living that kind of life..

I shall write more about his other works, in due course..

-Mani Navasothy

——————A word on my 100th blog—————–

For almost a week or so, I waited and wondered…about the 100th post. What type of blog entry can take such a special mile stone?  And then it struck me – it will be about my father, the late K.Navasothy. More specifically it is about his works.. the books he had written and magazines he had published.

Well, it is easier to make a decision, but harder to follow it through – (as you can see from my 99th post `Broken Vows to my father’).  In this case, the difficulty was in tracking own the actual books – as we have a rare copy or so, and even then some are just photocopies..  originals are somewhere in Sri Lanka, or lost for ever! Then came the difficulty of working out publication details and translating the Tamil into English – a task I could have without thought 20 years ago, but now requires remembering and even checking Tamil-English Dictionary (for exact grammatical meaning etc). Now that I have begun, I hope the path will aid me, as I walk upon it.

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other related posts (on my father, my arty & writing)

Our father who art in Heaven

Broken Vows

An Artist’s Tale

Cover for my first Children’s book

Torn pieces of my canvas (auto-bio)

Broken Vows to my father Kanapathippillai Navasothy

Navasothy Kanapathippillai. M.A (Tamil Scholar)
in Australia 1984.  (c)MNavasothy

Way back in January1990, as I stood alone in a semi-dark room in the funeral parlor – with my father’s body in an open coffin, I made a silent vow to him. A promise that I doubt I can keep, as it involved me finishing the Ph.D that he was working on, when my father – Kanapathipillai Navasothy had passed away in a sudden street accident. (yes some times people do get hit by a vehicle ..and it’s true, sometimes crossing the road is the most dangerous and last thing people do!)

His Ph.D research work still occupies shelves in a cupboard in our sitting room. But it’s all in Tamil, and is all about tamil (language) culture. Now I can speak Tamil, and write. After all, I lived in Sri Lanka till age of 15, living, breathing, speaking, studying and thinking..in Tamil. But the last 25 years have been a time when the use of Tamil language has been fading from me..  Not everyone can just pick up a Ph.D level research and finish it. People need a life time of their passions, beliefs, creativity and knowledge – to undertake such a thing.  Perhaps if I had started back in 1990, I may have got partially there by now- and perhaps if I start now, I may get there still…  But my passions, creativity and directions lie elsewhere (in the exploration of Sciences, psychology & Spirituality).

Drowning in sorrows of his death, it was emotive of me to have made a promise to my father to finish his lief time’s work. Though that is not possible, my sister Vathani & I still plan to remember our father Navasothy (for that is his actual first name..which by some quirk in filling forms at Immigration back in 1985 has become our surname. So his `name’ lives on already every time someone calls me, reads  or writes my name!). We may one day build a memorial of some sort. But with the advancement of internet and online worlds that are now possible, we have new possibilities – and my private work continues to create a website for my father, and put important works by him online.

My research shows that Amazon/e-books have not yet started publishing in Tamil.  (Now there’s an entrepreneurial idea!). So I’ll wait and then upload my father’s books in e-format, for the world to read it once more.

But for now, this blog entry is my first attempt to honour a promise I made to my father K.Navasothy- Tamil Scholar (`Navalar Navasothy’ they honoured him in his later years in London, for the power of poetic words he possessed).. that his works will live again.

-Manivannan Navasothy

Other related post:   K.navasothy – Our father who art in Heaven

Torn Canvas: Pieces of my life

Having started to talk about the Art works,  I’d like to share some of my personal history- key events that shaped the way my life has evolved.  I’ve used some of the art work to illustrate the mood.

Racial Violence in Sri Lanka (my Country of origin)

This has played a major role in shaping not just mine, but several hundred thousand Tamil people!  It’s an age old issue of seeking more independence hat stems from 1979 to modern day, where Tamil people have been so persecuted by Sinhalese people and the government army, that Tamils have had to take up arms and fight a guerilla war! (You may have heard of the `Tamil Tigers’ ).  Our family was one that got caught up in all that, and we eventually came to the Uk in fear of our lives.  We were the lucky ones, for many thousand Tamils have been killed since 1985.

Racial Violence in Sri Lanka – Tamil being beaten up by Army!  (c) Mani Navasothy

A personal attack on me -(the personal disability begins).

A day light mugging after school, at the age of 17yrs colored the way I began to see the world around me in London- something I had thought was going to be better than Sri Lanka. The attack on me broke my right shoulder, and though it healed, it has become a recurring physical problem (not to mention getting mugged again few years ago in a bus and getting my right shoulder dislocated for the 4th time!). It prevents me from doing contact sports, but has squeezed me into other paths- such as aerobics, fitness, walking, exploring the country, mind-powers (when the body fails) and so on.

Wingless Flyers (c) Mani Navasothy.

Death of my father ( Scars that go deep..)

Few days after the new year of 1990 also changed my life in a big way. It is in one sense equivalent to a naive crown prince being thrust onto the throne and expected to rule the kingdom (family & cultural responsibilities of asian male!) But on the other hand, it was also very much a door of darkness opening beneath my feet and falling into a chasm of delayed psychological trauma! I believe it took a few years before the full force of his sudden death hit me- which spun me into an exploration of death, brain, mind, and transformation. It saw me become faith-less, and rise again with pagan spirituality empowering me and enlightening me with some mysteries.

Earth Healers (c) Mani Navasothy


Paganism & Ritual Magic
(From darkness into Light, and from weakness to power)

This is a spiritual path of empowerment that includes nature worship. No middleman is needed between me and the god  or goddess! This spirituality is nothing new to me- as it has highly similar facets to Hinduism that I was brought up with (which after all is an eastern form of paganism). However there are differences- the lack of physically built temples, the strong emphasis on lunar & solar cycles, the exploration of natural land and features all around us as a place of divine- all help very much to empower me! Not just that, even the Stars out there, and galaxies, and exploding Supernovae and black holes.. are all of the mysteries.. that I am fascinated by as a Scientist, admire as an artist, and worship and honor as a Pagan!

-Mani

Artist-Writer-Magician-Scientist