Tag Archives: Navasothy

The mourning of Mr Navasothy’s Death..!

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.. !

Mr Navasothy
Mr Navasothy

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.. !!

-Manivannan Navasothy

Related Personal links

Ghosts of the past – aiding the dead

Ashes to ashes…Dust to Dust..  Light after Death 

Navasothy- our father who art in Heaven..

Cover art for my first Children’s Book

Here is a `Cover design’ for a book that I have been working on. Work stopped last year on the art work, but the narrative & story lines/ blocking of each page are all done.  It is in fact a Children’s book! 🙂   (well, my father the late Mr.K.Navasothy’s first book `Odipponavan’ (Runaway boy) was a fiction for children, that became used in Tamil Schools back in Sri Lanka all those decades ago.. long before I was even born (pre-1969!). So it seems that his creativity and derive flow in me…and it was inevitable that I was going to write children’s books..

MALH-composite_for_book (c)Mani Navasothy.2010

This is a composite graphics, using many photographs I have taken myself.   But of course the boy (when he is drawn) is going to be all art done by my hand..  He is very special..  and this book is more important than anything I will ever write.  (more another time).

No less than 8 separate photos were used in creating this `scenary’ of the little `boy’ playing hide & seek in the woods, with wild life. Key symbols relating to his `mythology’ have been placed in. Some photos were taken in Kent, Richmond park & Windsor Great Park.

Can anyone guess what it’s about? 🙂

-Mani

K.Navasothy: Our Father who art in Heaven

If there is a Father who is in Heaven, it’s most likely `our father’ (mine  & my 2 sisters’ that is!), and not some bearded deity!

That said Hindus (people who follow Hinduism) do deify their dead ancestors and relatives. Well, not just Hindus, so do a number of other religious people – like the Chinese, Japanese, Africans and so on. So I am quite okay to make such a statement.

Today is the 71st birthday of my father – Mr Kanapathippillai Navasothy – had he still been alive.  He had a road accident – way back in 1990 (4t

Kanapathippillai Navasothy. M.A
K Navasothy in Australia 1984

h January 1990) and passed away in hospital following head injuries, and being in a coma for a few hours. The accident took place, in the streets of `Elephant & Castle’ in SW London, when he was returning from his civil service work (as one the then-Poll-Tax officers!!).

He wasn’t always that of course. Educated to degrees – well, a B.A and then an M.A in Sri Lanka, he was working on his Ph.D thesis while in London when he died, so his work was never finished. We have stacks of all that research in cupboards – and at one point, both my sister Vathani & me vowed to finish his work – but life took us in different directions. It’s not our cause!. We have our own paths and works.. my sister in the direction of Psychology & Counselling (B.SC & M.Sc), and me in Physics (B.Sc) and esoteric and paganism. (We do have another sister, who went in the direction of Education, working with kids in schools, sign language etc until she got married and has now a baby boy – who incidentally is the same star-sign as my father. Magicians with soul-considerations will make what you will of this.  Well, that;’s not all. All 3 of us – me and my 2 sisters have spouses who are all Aries- the same start sign as my father!  Psychologists will have a field day on this, am sure!)

Back to my father – Navasothy – for that was his first name – meaning `Nine-lights’.  In Tamil culture, the first name of one’s father / husband becomes one’s Surname. So his name `Navasothy’ became my surname and now that we are in a western country, that has become our family surname for ever! So in some ways, my father’s name lives on!

He was a Tamil Scholar, reading and writing so much on folklore and cultural matters. He’s written and published many books – and here I am proud to say, his children’s novel `Odiponavan’ (tamil  for `(boy) who ran away’) became the first Children’s fiction book to be read in Tamil classes in schools – back in Sri Lanka. His next book was on folklore & poetry. He had attended many international Tamil conferences (last one was in Mauritius); his articles appeared almost every week on newspapers, and his voice was heard on tamil radio stations. We grew up with all that as `normal’ occurrences  (he took me to a children’s radio `story telling’ programme recording, and I got to say a few words once !)  I recall his first TV session ( a 15 min talk). And here in London, he started up one of the first Tamil Sunday Schools in Tooting Broadway, as well as a Monthly magazine.

He was hardly home, but when he was, he’d be writing, or gardening!   Those times with him (having tropical fish!), stalking lizards that ate our vegetables, or going for a walk in the forest (and trying to get me a `pet monkey’ ) are ones I still cherish – as well as the fact that he believed in my creative talents. He took my comic books to try and publish them (alas I now know they were not good or original).

I’ve been following in his footsteps for decades now- writing, art works, community events organising, public speaking, teaching..  even interests in books (he worked as a Government Archivist back in Ceylone), and archaeology (first few months in UK, he did some volunteer work in the roman town of St.Albans). Many of my writing projects have started to culminate, so I think that’s my best homage to him.

I must mention, it was his sudden death (I was just starting my Physics in University when that happened) that set me initially on an atheist path and then spun me  around topsy-turvy – and finally into Paganism & spirituality.

It is time, 22 years after his death, that a memorial is built for him – for the world has almost forgotten him. But in true modern fashion, a website and online is where I’m building his memorial.

In Tamil, I call my  father `Appa’ .. So here’s to you – `Happy Birthday Appa’. 🙂

Your son

-Manivannan