Am very much alive..and kicking.. and probably will for another 20 yrs or so..but I am not the first Mr.Navasothy! That name belongs to my late father Kanapathipillai Navasothy!! And this was the morning of his unexpected and accidental demise.. way back on 3rd January 1990.
A day after New Year 1990, he returned to work.. to the Government Office in Elephant & Castle, London. And by late afternoon, he was crossing the main road, to get the bus..and never made it to the other side of the road!
I didn’t hear about it till much later in the evening.. almost night…as I was with relatives in Cambridge.. The Call came.. an uncle drove me to London.. to Guy’s Hospital.. and by the time I had arrived, my father was dying.. serious head injuries…still in Coma.. slipping to another reality.
And what I did next shocked and surprised my family members in the hospital.. mother, 2 younger sisters, uncles, and cousin from Canada!
I took the camera out of my bag and started taking photos of my father.. !
He had always liked being photographed, and I took it upon myself..to catalogue his entire final journey..from the minute of his death to the moment his body turned to ashes few weeks later in the local Crematorium! Those photos are still here somewhere.. I used to look at them once a year ..on this night.. But I stopped doing that about 10 yrs after the event.. on a day I decided to truly let go.. It was also when I let go of a tiny bit of his blood…taken from the shirt he had worn at the time..! And the minute hairs on his shaving blade..!!
What remains is his Wrist-Watch! It stopped then..I have tried winding it.. It moves for a few seconds.. and it stops..!
So it was at 1.35am, on 3rd January 1990, I became the New Mr.Navasothy.. and took my father’s first name as my last! Navasothy died.
At the inquest..months and 2 postmortem later.. they declared it as High velocity accidental death, because the Bus Driver, the Car Driver and the Motocyclist..all gave conflicting accounts. People don’t have that level of head-injury.. enough to kill a man..if they were just running for a bus and fell to the road!! Athletes running at 30-40mph perhaps..but not a middle-aged man! The truth was never uncovered. Who ever hit him got away..! Yeah, a road-kill – my father!!
What followed were years of torments, loss of faith in Gods and religions, lawless lonely years. And out of that darkness and soul searching, the new Mr.Navasothy rose.. !
Death always creates Birth..! But not the way most imagine.. Personalities of the living shift.. they take on new strands.. and new subpersonalities emerge..!
A broken Watch, a tiny stone and a small twig – bear witness to that moment of one life passing..! They’ve shaped the last 24 years of my life.. the quest for that forbidden knowledge!! What lies beyond death? Where are Gods? What are spirits and souls? Why do ghost and ghouls walk the earth? And what monsters lie within??
Maybe one day, when I am ready, I’ll hold the 3 items… and I will know who killed my father! The Watch, the stick and the stone..will tell me!! And then with all my might and magic… I will deliver my Justice!!
Why? Because..I never let go of injustices.. Not a single one..! And no one forgets the first one!! It sets all the other ones in motion..
An Elephant has a long memory.. and so do I..! My grandmother said so.. !!
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