"Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23:4 . She filled our lives with so much love and compassion, that her spirit will live on through each of us. Thomas Thekkethala
My first memories of mum was how strong she was as a woman. She made her presence known when in a crowd or one to one. During our family meet she planned all these well planned meals for us to enjoy. I am so glad and happy that I got to know her during her stays with us when she visited us in States. Her evenings drinks with John with the warm nuts was very sweet. Mum is in peace now and always in our hearts. - Mina Thekkethala
At the moment my grandmother departed this world in Bangalore, a thunderstorm raged in Austin, Texas. I awoke late at night to cracks of lightning, and a clattering downpour. When I learned of her passing the next morning, I couldn't help but wonder, had she created the storm?
Those who knew her know exactly what I mean. Rosamma Varghese was a firebrand, unafraid to speak her mind, and a tireless advocate for friends, neighbors, and family. Her bespectacled gaze was piercing; she could see right through you. Ever the mathematician, she was rarely intimidated by life's hardships. Each one was a problem with a logical, feasible solution.
Yes, my grandmother was a monsoon. But when I ventured outside the next morning, I also recognized her in the damp quiet, the dewy grass, the soft earth, the serenity after a storm. Ammama was warmhearted, and loved so tenderly. She enjoyed taking naps with her grandchildren, and reading us fables from the Panchatantra. She took me to church in the mornings, to Cubbon Park in the afternoons, and to the doctor, one night, when a mosquito bit my eyelid.
She was there before any of us had memories, and was present for the most formative ones.
Our world lost a matriarch. A tough cookie. An Auntie. Thunder and lightning. Beloved by all.
Rosammai was and is and will always be my stylish grandaunt who was much ahead of her times. As a little child I would gaze at her in awe when she came to stay at Rajapen Chittapen’s house. She spoke so well. With such authority, confidence and walked too with poise. Another thing that amazed me Was her determination as she swam Blre Club pool to maintain her health. Growing up, when we kept meeting up at the Neroth girls meet I could see how much of her had rubbed into me. Often when our grand aunts and aunts would share incidents and experiences we the younger gen could see shades of them in us. When my daughter delivered she was one of my 1st visitors. And with great pride she held her 5th gen. Rosammai is not a person we can ever forget. She was an integral part of the Neroth girls. With her voice at the right pitch she has shaken up many avalanches. That’s her-fearless and bold as she Expresses herself. And what I admired most was when she listened when I would at the same voice express my views which at times would be opposing hers. When I last heard that she was refusing to eat saying it was time To go I knew from Deep within she will go gracefully. Coz she always has the last say. I’m sure she is already having a meeting up there where she is presiding and giving her opinions on where things can be made better. Rosammai I am sure you have left traces of your indomitable spirit in us. And every time I assertively say something I’m sure I’ll think of you coz I know you will be smiling at me from up there saying,” That’s my Neroth girl!”
My earliest memories of Ammai might seem like a common tale of a young child reminiscing about a cherished toy. Yet, how could one forget when that toy happened to be a handheld video game, a rarity in India during those days? Its value was beyond measure, not just in terms of monetary worth but in the sheer delight it brought. It was not meant for me but for all of us 5 siblings of her youngest brother -Appu
Ammai and Achen embraced their role as "godparents" with utmost dedication. By the time I came into the picture, they had already amassed incredible experience raising four boys who had established themselves in enviable destinations. It was truly a masterpiece of parenting.
I was incredibly fortunate to have them as my godparents, especially during a time when Google hadn't even been invented!
Through our meetings over the years, they would recount their children's experiences and illuminate the practical routes to "freedom" from India, a quest I was eagerly pursuing. While obtaining the coveted US Visa was a formidable challenge, they also spoke of alternative paths. Yet, impatient as I was, I envisioned a more direct route for myself. Ultimately landing back in India for a short while…
At our next gathering, I found myself seated at Achen and Ammai's dining table. Achen reached for a handbook, revealing a plethora of alternatives: Canada, Australia, New Zealand! And there we go again on a new adventure !
I was incredibly fortunate to have received guidance from giants who bestowed upon me such profound wisdom, requiring little contemplation.
Writing this brings a deep sense of sadness... Ammai and Achen will forever reside in my cherished memories.
Johnichen and I will not be attending Ammai's funeral but memories of Ammai and Achen are very vivid . Johnichen grew up in the Neroth Tharavadu with his beloved aunts. I've heard the 'tomato, tomato' story very often.😁. As Sheeba said Bangalore will be a very different place without Ammai - from the HAL days, to Koramangala to Krishna Lilac - we all enjoyed their hospitality and sound advice.Her visits to Alleppey were also special.She raised a lovely family with all her sons successful in their own right. Ammai's intelligence, confidence and organising abilities stand out at a time when women typically played a less significant role. Ammai - you will be missed.
Remembering my dearest Rosamma Aunty with a lot of love and a treasure trove of memories.
When I was young, I remember every Christmas Rosamma Aunty used to come to Alleppey with her 4 boys. We all waited with excitement. Once they arrived, Neroth house would be filled with fun and laughter.
Everyone looked at Aunty with awe because she was fashionable and well-spoken. We spent so much time together and every moment was so precious.
Rosamma Aunty was always an inspiration to many of us cousins. She took us all under her wings and gave us support and guidance as well as scoldings, which we lovingly called HUT and POTH. Tommy always says, "Mom shoots first and then asks questions"!
Throughout her life, she took care of so many of her nieces and nephews. I stayed with her and Perappan for 3 months after my studies while attending classes with Aunty Vera. I can proudly say that Rosamma Aunty gave me training on how to run a fiscally responsible household. I used to go with her everywhere, including selling ice cream and grocery shopping. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
There is much to say about this extraordinary woman who has inspired so many of us. She will always be remembered with love and affection. She was a strong woman who lived and died on her own terms. I imagine the heavens have been busy preparing to welcome this formidable lady. While, she will be deeply missed, we can rest assured she is watching over all of us.
In January 2001, Tracy and I were touring India. On our way to Kumarakom, we spend two nights with Vareed and Rosamma Thekkethala in Bangalore. Thomas and I are good friends and he insisted that we stay with them at the family home. Rosamma meets us in the garden at the front of the house. It’s a lovely evening, balmy and clear. She has lit welcome lamps in the garden. These are little, shallow terracotta cups containing oil and a wick, and they’re hung from the trees. What a delightful touch. She takes Tracy’s hand and leads us inside. We feel instantly at home. Dinner is ready. Rosamma has prepared delicious oven-baked chicken, potatoes, and carrots. This is one of those homey meals that have amazing spiritually healing powers. Following dinner, she sits between me and Tracy on the couch and takes us through the wedding album of Jacob, Thomas’ youngest brother. Vareed is now retired, but spent his career doing ground-breaking jet engine engineering. He is, like Rosamma, approachable, articulate and thoughtful. Thomas got the brains from both sides of the family. After roughing it in Mumbai, Varanasi, and Agra, it’s good to be among friends again. In the morning, after a good night’s rest, we have breakfast together while waiting for the driver to take us to Mysore for the day. We’re getting a sampling of Southern Indian cuisine and breakfast includes dhal, the national lentil dish, which comes in various incarnations depending on the region. We also have home-grown grapes, papaya, and naan. While happily stuffing ourselves thus, and at precisely 8:08 a.m., the ground shudders under our feet. I know immediately it’s a quake and look at Vareed. He looks at me. But it’s passed. Lasted only three or four seconds. This, on the heels of the huge and devastating earthquake in Gujarat just three days ago, gives us pause. This Bangalore quake is brief and minor, but under present circumstances, it’s understandable that we’re a bit on edge. If Vareed had so much as looked at the door, I would have been out in the street before you could say “Tandoori Chicken.” When we return from Mysore, dusty and exhausted, we shower and dress for a delectable Indian dinner prepared by Rosamma. We are joined by Thomas’ brother George and his wife Rani for an excellent convivial evening together. We spend one more luxurious night under the Thekkethala roof, in the company of these wonderful people, before heading south to Kumarakom. We will always carry Rosamma and Vareed in our hearts, for their gentle warmth, their hospitality and their kindness. Also, we lived through an earthquake together.
Ammama was such a kind and poised woman. When she first met me, the partner of her grandson Matthew, she gave me beautiful white and red earrings and a matching bracelet. This truly touched my heart, especially considering we had only just met. I felt instantly accepted as a family member. I met her only a few more times but always remember her grace, kindness, poise, and quick wit. She had a keen sense of humor and loved her family fiercely, with all her heart’s devotion. Rest in power, Ammama ♥️
If you knew Ammama, you knew how skilled she was in many areas, but perhaps the most prominent in my relationship with her was her ability to continuously take my one dollar bills after countless rounds of Rummy. I remember from a young age, I would eagerly come to the table with the pen, paper, and deck of cards, ready to finally take a dollar from Ammama. She knew how much I hated to lose. Yet, this did not deter her from putting everything she had into winning. Everyday, we would play four to five full rounds of Rummy, and everyday I would find myself losing four to five dollars. She pushed me to think in creative and more strategic ways, as that was going to be the only way anyone would ever take a dollar from her playing cards. I remember when she came to the US to spend a month with us, I was able to finally win a game against her. I was ecstatic! She watched as I showed off my new dollar bill, Ammama’s dollar bill, to every member of the family. She hated to lose just as much as I did, but at that moment, she was proud of me.
Ammama pushed all of her grandchildren to exceed the expectations we had set for ourselves. I am honored to carry the middle name “Rose” after her, as a reminder of her strength, intelligence, and unwavering focus and perseverance. She lit a fire in me a long time ago to never give up, but she also taught me the value in knowing when it's time to “scoot” and take the 50 point reduction. I am grateful for all the memories and time we got to spend together, and I am comforted by the fact that she is reunited with Appapen in Heaven. Rest in peace Ammama.
I can only remember Amayi with lots of love and warmth, and today with sadness that she is no more.... I learned so much from her from the time I joined college in 1968. Her unselfish love for the family, Her patience with all the nieces and nephews who were under her care. She took such good care of each one of us She would pick up us for weekends Even remember her making soup for me when I got sick, teaching me so many things like stitching and batik, potato printing etc We even enjoyed stitching silver sequence one of her sarees which she had taken out of her wedding saree if I remember right Weekly trips to Russel market where I learned buying fish and meat etc She was so well organised and meticulous knew what to buy and not buy When I was living in Bangalore after marriage,she insisted on me going for tailoring classes, taught cooking which she did with real ease Remember when her brothers visited Bangalore would promise to go out for dinner but the drinking session would go on and on and after a while will get into the kitchen and make dinner with out a grumble After priyanka was married and moved closer to where she was staying far away from town, she would take me along when she went swimming, get dropped at the club and allowed me to go shopping or do whatever I wanted to do in town. I look upon her as as a person of great inner strength and grace who did so much for the family but never boasted about it She never missed her card sessions and enjoyed her group of lovely friends..... Business of icecream sales and shoe uppers and what not. She enjoyed gardening specially planting fruit trees,., Her guava jelly and sweet corn soup all from her garden I could go on and on Cannot imagine a Bangalore with out Amayi and Achen Love you and will miss you forever as long as I live
My earliest memories of Rosamma aunty are still etched in the memories of my mind …. When we lived at our farm in Hoskote every week the van would stop to deliver crates of eggs from our farm to the Vareed’s .Any wonder the Vareed boys grew up to be the good looking successful boys that they are today ! Rosamma aunty always had a special affection towards me growing up as a young girl in Bangalore. Never forget the batik lessons she taught me and the many conversations that followed . She gave me a lot of strength in a time in my life with assuring words when I needed it the most . She was nonjudgmental , open hearted and always had a good word for everyone ! She was so dear to my parents . When my dad passed away she would call me everyday to check up on me and was kind enough to have masses in his name for an entire year .Rosamma Aunty was not a relative by blood but certainly an Aunt in every other way ! May she rest in peace . Geramin Sebastian LaBrie
Rosamma aunty will always hold a very special place in my heart . She was a strong personality who always spoke her mind , yet was so generous and kind. The Sunday lunches at the Vareed household was one of the most of fun parts of my college life . I have no idea how she managed it . She managed to feed so many hungry nieces and nephews especially those of us who lived on hostel food and absolutely looked forward to the awesome food she provided. For me being among the younger lot of cousins it was also an opportunity to get to know a lot of the cousins. Her super efficiency was truly an inspiration and that held true right until the end . She was a strict aunt who made her views clear but loved to debate with us on almost any topic that we disagreed on. That used to be a lot of fun and I’m really going to miss that . You’ve gone on to a better place Rosamma aunty but you will be truly missed by those you have left behind . 💖
The one thing that stands out most of all about Rosamma aunty was her love for family! She was of course extremely proud of her boys. But there was all of us too - the hundreds of nephews and nieces for whom she could not do enough. Anyone who went to Bangalore would be taken under her wing and enveloped with warmth and affection. She would move heaven and earth to get things done for us. But she was tough too. She had very strong opinions and enjoyed arguing with all of us. That's something we will all miss about her! And who can forget her hospitality! Her table was always laden with amazing food and fresh fruits from her farm. I still have several of her wonderful recipes. I remember fondly how she came to Chennai with saplings of fruit trees for Shoba and me. Most of them didn't survive but I still have hope that the dragon fruit will bear fruit some day. But I love her most of all for the way she stood by my mother through good times and bad. She was her rock. She has laughed with her and cried with her and loved her fiercely! She will be missed dearly and will live in our hearts forever!
Pervez and I first met Achen and Ammai in Bangalore at their HAL home. We had experienced our first real estate dilemma and turned to them for advice. Needless to say they were most helpful and that was the start of a memorable relationship that blossomed over many occasions shared at Jacob’s home when they visited. Her affection and warmth each time we met drew me to her - and the more I got to know her I left feeling I had been in the presence of a formidable but gentle I admired her intelligencer, curiosity, her opinions, style and grace . She was a role model for people from every age group and all walks of life. We are privileged to have known her. Last year when we called on her at Blore she was not home and when we called, her sprightly voice told us she was in Alleppey - I’m sure she is at peace now and will be both remembered and missed - may you rest in peace Ammai 🙏🏻🌷
I just want to add a few words to what Vimala has already expressed on our behalf. Achen and Ammai came into our lives at a crucial time. We were blessed that they took this young couple under their wings. Besides their love & affection, we were witness to and benefitted from their hugely powerful combined IQs and sane advice. And through that Bangalore encounter we became close to the Thekketala brothers and their families, a relationship that blossomed and got strengthened each time Achen and Ammai visited. They will not visit any more, but, all of you children of Achen and Ammai will remain close in our hearts. May the Almighty bless you all, and, Rest in Peace , Ammai and Achen. You are reunited!
It was something we used to look forward to every year, around Christmas time. The invitation to join Uncle and Aunty for their family get-together at the Koramangala house. The thoughts flowed freely on all types of topics, as did the fantastic variety of drinks and the great range of snacks and food organized by Aunty. We used to love these occasions, and came to admire Uncle and Aunty, both very strong and distinct personalities- yet rooted in sound values of hard work and ethics, while staying grounded and available to all of us.
As the years rolled by, we used to visit Uncle and Aunty around Christmas time every year at their apartment off Sarjapur road, catching up on the news of the family spread globally at that time. After Uncle passed, we could not but help admire how Aunty led such an independent life, managing everything quite well. Her penchant for regular exercise and farming kept her busy and also a role model for all of us on how to lead an active life always. Her guidance on matters was always very practical and sensible.
In October end 2022, Aunty drove a great distance on a wintery, dark evening to attend our daughter Tia’s engagement function, a baby she came to see as one of the first visitors when she was born. When Tinu was receiving her First Holy Communion almost four decades ago, she can still remember that Aunty was the first to come up to the car and bless her in the Church compound. Tinu can also remember gorging on the wonderful cone ice creams that Aunty’s entrepreneurial drive brought to Frank Anthonys and Sacred Hearts Schools where Tinu studied.
Aunty was a force to reckon with. She could call a spade a spade. She was always true to herself and the ethos she followed. Her broadminded and forward-thinking mentality blended modernity and tradition. We always considered Uncle and Aunty an exemplary couple to emulate. On the few occasions she visited Tinu at her clinic, she always brought with her the precious organic treasures from her farm – including jackfruit, pomelo, marmalade, and pickles.
Our last visit to Aunty in December 2023, was a bit different. We spent almost a couple of hours with her, and she spoke about many topics including her latest adorable great-granddaughter, and the news of all her children and grandchildren we were updated on. Amid all this conversation, in between managing some matters related to her beloved farm, she referred to her illness here and there. There was a steely determination in her voice and manner, that demonstrated to us she would face whatever she had to. One could expect nothing less from Rosamma Aunty.
This year as Christmas rolls around, we will have one less house to visit. A tradition of over two decades comes to an end for us. The golden memories of the past conversations with Uncle and Aunty we will always cherish.
Thank you Rosamma Aunty for showing us how to live a full life in all respects. Requiescat in pace.
I am truly grateful that Leelama and I had the opportunity to spend the past week with Rosama aunty. It was a spur of the moment choice, prompted by an inner calling, especially since I hadn’t seen her in over a year. Although she was physically weak and spoke only occasionally, her indomitable spirit, determination, and will power were palpably present. She was undoubtedly one of my favorite aunts, enriched by her vast experiences from living abroad before settling in Bangalore with Chittappan. She was the epitome of elegance- an educated homemaker who knew how to drive a car and was an entrepreneur who launched her own small business. These qualities set her a notch above her four sisters. She was fiercely independent and among the few in our family who could articulate her thoughts with clarity and strength. Even in disagreements, she was gracious enough to concede when necessary, though she wasn’t one to back down easily. I relished our conversations together . I have clear memories of the annual gatherings where the five sisters , along with their husbands and children , would meet at one of their homes to discuss everything under the sun, often with spirited debates. I would sit and watch in admiration as my mother and aunts engaged in lively discussions , but Rosama aunty always stood out as the most engaging and insightful of them all She was a staunch advocate for women’s empowerment , insisting that we girls acquire the necessary qualifications to stand independently of the situation ever demanded. In our family she was the trailblazer for woman empowerment . Whether by direct intention or through subtle influence, I’ve absorbed and learned much from her. Her independent thinking and self -reliance were qualities that I deeply admired. Rosama aunty, your absence will deeply be felt, and our engaging conversations will be sorely missed. I salute you as a valiant warrior who led a fulfilling life. You, a pillar of strength, an exemplary mother, sister , aunt, and advisor, will forever be cherished. Those of us who looked up to you with awe and admiration will hold your memory dear. May you rest peacefully in the embrace of our Lord
As iconic as corner house is to Bangalore… Ammai was iconic to so many of us … who studied and settled in blr…. To nieces and nephews and grand nieces and grand nephews…
She will be missed sooo much.
A woman of fortitude and formidability (you feel slightly frightened by them because they are very great or impressive). A woman who lived life on her terms. An ever curious mind that made her want to learn always…( I remember when I joined college in JNC there was a new computer learning lab that had opened and there she was enrolling for classes in her sixties). A woman who spoke her mind - In couple of my toughest moments in life - where I was forced to take some decisions- she would call me and check with me on how I was coping - and wud make me run by her my plans. Conversations only she and I knew - filled with so much love and unwavering support. Grand Aunt to Grand Niece …. Strength to strength….
SHE WAS AND WILL ALWAYS BE SUCH AND INSPIRATION… she is known in my friends circle as my “Rocking Grand Aunt”
Ammai you LIVED LIFE WELL …. Now it’s time to Rest in Peace💕
PS- Blr cousins - we still got to meet - the glue that held the family together watches us from above….✨💫
Thinking back on the times I spent with my grandma, Ammama, I feel incredibly lucky. Even though we lived miles apart, we always managed to catch up during her visits to the US or my trips to India.
The memories that really stand out are all about her love for family and how she genuinely cared about us grandkids.
Ammama showed her love in so many ways. She always made a point to ensure my sister and I had plenty to eat, even with our dietary allergies when we visited India. She spent hours playing and teaching us the intricacies of gin rummy, even making up what seemed to be new obscure rules every time that helped her hand. Personally, on the last trip she made a point to make sure my loved ones feel extremely welcome and comfortable while hosting us for the holidays which meant the world to me.
But what really sticks with me to this day was her fondness for plants and flowers. She spent time explaining everything that was growing on the farm, even coming over to my house to replace all my artificial plants with live ones. Now, years later, my place is filled with living, breathing plants still, thanks to her.
I will miss all of the visits, games, FaceTimes (yes, she wielded the iPad better than most in the family), attention, tradition, and example that she set for me.
Reflecting on the cherished moments we've shared, I find myself transported to a time long before I officially became her daughter-in-law. It was during my youthful days as a schoolgirl, eagerly waiting in winding lines with anticipation, having saved up all week to indulge in a creamy cone from the beloved "ice cream Aunty". Little did I realize then that the kind lady behind the counter, serving up sweet delights with a radiant smile, would eventually hold such profound significance in my life. If only I had glimpsed the beautiful journey ahead, where she would evolve from a familiar face into a cherished member of my family, perhaps I would have requested an extra scoop of ice cream and cherished those moments even more! As a daughter-in-law, she welcomed me with open arms and offered unwavering support for my ambitious career. I am immensely grateful for the months she spent with us when Ria was born, providing invaluable assistance during those challenging times. I admired numerous facets of her personality. Her motto was symbolized by the quote : "Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime". Witnessing her positively impact many lives was truly inspiring. Her culinary skills were legendary. Her handwritten recipes and special curry powder are not merely culinary treasures but mementos of her love and legacy. Rest in peace, dear Mom. You will continue to serve as a beacon of inspiration, uplifting us all.
In the orchard of memories, Ammama branches wide like an abundant mango tree.
I remember that fateful summer Varun and I consumed one hundred mangoes. My tummy collapsed to the floor. Then after making a speedy recovery, Ammama fed us some more.
We baked gingerbread cookies together, she knitted matching jumpers for her grandkids and spoiled us with all the most nostalgic grandmother memories.
But Ammama was not your typical grandmother. She was a fierce independent woman who enjoyed her whiskey on the rocks. Not in excess, still enough spirit to break all the stereotypes of her time.
She was a mathematician, a swimmer and a competitive bridge player. Ammama would always call a spade a spade.
My ammamma had a softer gentle side too. More recently, she shared one of her most vulnerable stories with me. Returning from the UK, she was nervous about reconnecting with my father, after having to leave him as a baby.
Tears flooded my eyes, for the first time in her presence, when she narrated this story to me. Her story is part of the tree I came from.
I only wish that I will have the courage to pass on the ripe mangoes Ammama gifted me.
I have heard so much about the Bangalore days that all the cousins cherish.Ammai's home was the open house ,where they all bonded. Ammai was such a gracious and welcoming host.As a house warming gift at the beach house, she gave us a lemon sapling which I am happy to say is doing well. Now all the more special.Fond memories . Tina
I remember my first visit to the HAL house vividly. It was with Vellimachi. We all drove down from Alleppey. I remember it to have been a friday afternoon. Ammai had put out a big spread for us and there was ollatherchi too to my delight.Ammai told us that we could eat as we were travellers. Vellimachi was not convinced however. Ammai went on to explain that Bangalore, the parish rules were more lenient. Ammai finally convinced her mother.she had a way of dealing with situations and was very good at it.The countless meals she served her family then studying in Bangalore brings back warm memories.I admire the way she managed everything. Her heart was full of love and she had her own special way to touch each of our hearts.she will remain in our hearts.
Among four mother pillars of our Thekkethala family, Rosamma vallimma had something special rather unique. Her willpower and confidence level always attracted and inspired me from my childhood days. She was a firebrand who expressed her ideas in our discussions during her days with us in IJK. In the year 1986 myself and Asha got a chance to visit vallippan and vallimma in Koramangala house and stayed there for two weeks. She taught us how to bake Tart and Pie which were new to me those days. It was a coaching camp in many ways but in a loving family atmosphere. Last October 2023,we with Merin and Nivin visited vallimma in her Bangalore flat and spent 3 hrs with her. What was amazing that, even at the age of 86 she decorated her living room with beautiful flowers brought from her farm house and served us a sumptuous lunch.
I am sure that vallimma's strong support to vallippan definitely would have helped him to reach the top of his carrier as Chief of Engine Design Bureau at HAL.
Vallimma has consistantly been my motivation factor, clearly shown to our generation how to live life to the fullest extent possible in every moment, making others comfortable and happy while staying healthy and keeing promises and commitments done cent percent. Sorry vallimma, I will not be there to pay last respects for your final journey, but will always have a special place in my heart. We the next generation will deeply miss you and fondly remember your love and care to the whole family.
My Ammayi was a remarkable person with profound faith and her peaceful passing is a testament to the life she led and beliefs she held dear. It is truly a blessing that I was able to spend her last week together . I thank God for this opportunity. Her devotion and the way she lived her life was a source of strength and inspiration for me and our family I have a deep bond with Ammayi nurtured from an early age and she was special. I was cared for by her and Lolamayi , when living with Valliyammachi. That I believe helped me to develop a deep affection for them. The opportunity to be there with Ammayi in her final days was a beautiful closure to the care and love she gave me. I hope my presence with her in her last days provided comfort to her too. Ammayi was instrumental in shaping my early adult life during the college years at Jyothi Nivas in Bangalore. Being the first from the Neroth family to venture there, having Ammayi as my local guardian provided me with security and comforting piece of home away from home. She used to bring me to her home every week end and the softie ice cream and her Guava jams are still sweet memories for me. Ammayi played a crucial role in gently pushing the boundaries of my world, introducing me to experiences beyond the sheltered life I had known. The trip to Brindavan gardens with her is still a a beautiful memory The love and life lessons received from Ammayi are treasures that profoundly impacted my life. These memories of Ammayi are precious and enduring . I am grateful for her love and affection and I admire her qualities that I hold dear- her fierce love for family, her will power and her boldness in speaking her mind. It has left a lasting imprint on me. Ammayi you are a super special NEROTH GIRL.. . I love you —-umma umma—-
She was a lovely soul always smiling, prayerful and welcoming. I always cherish her memories especially when I was a parish priest there at OLSH. May God grant her eternal life. We miss you Rosamma.
"Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23:4 .
ReplyDeleteShe filled our lives with so much love and compassion, that her spirit will live on through each of us. Thomas Thekkethala
My first memories of mum was how strong she was as a woman. She made her presence known when in a crowd or one to one. During our family meet she planned all these well planned meals for us to enjoy. I am so glad and happy that I got to know her during her stays with us when she visited us in States. Her evenings drinks with John with the warm nuts was very sweet. Mum is in peace now and always in our hearts.
ReplyDelete- Mina Thekkethala
At the moment my grandmother departed this world in Bangalore, a thunderstorm raged in Austin, Texas. I awoke late at night to cracks of lightning, and a clattering downpour. When I learned of her passing the next morning, I couldn't help but wonder, had she created the storm?
ReplyDeleteThose who knew her know exactly what I mean. Rosamma Varghese was a firebrand, unafraid to speak her mind, and a tireless advocate for friends, neighbors, and family. Her bespectacled gaze was piercing; she could see right through you. Ever the mathematician, she was rarely intimidated by life's hardships. Each one was a problem with a logical, feasible solution.
Yes, my grandmother was a monsoon. But when I ventured outside the next morning, I also recognized her in the damp quiet, the dewy grass, the soft earth, the serenity after a storm. Ammama was warmhearted, and loved so tenderly. She enjoyed taking naps with her grandchildren, and reading us fables from the Panchatantra. She took me to church in the mornings, to Cubbon Park in the afternoons, and to the doctor, one night, when a mosquito bit my eyelid.
She was there before any of us had memories, and was present for the most formative ones.
Our world lost a matriarch. A tough cookie. An Auntie. Thunder and lightning. Beloved by all.
- Matthew Thekkethala
Rosammai was and is and will always be my stylish grandaunt who was much ahead of her times. As a little child I would gaze at her in awe when she came to stay at Rajapen Chittapen’s house. She spoke so well. With such authority, confidence and walked too with poise. Another thing that amazed me Was her determination as she swam Blre Club pool to maintain her health. Growing up, when we kept meeting up at the Neroth girls meet I could see how much of her had rubbed into me. Often when our grand aunts and aunts would share incidents and experiences we the younger gen could see shades of them in us. When my daughter delivered she was one of my 1st visitors. And with great pride she held her 5th gen.
ReplyDeleteRosammai is not a person we can ever forget. She was an integral part of the Neroth girls. With her voice at the right pitch she has shaken up many avalanches. That’s her-fearless and bold as she Expresses herself. And what I admired most was when she listened when I would at the same voice express my views which at times would be opposing hers.
When I last heard that she was refusing to eat saying it was time To go I knew from Deep within she will go gracefully. Coz she always has the last say. I’m sure she is already having a meeting up there where she is presiding and giving her opinions on where things can be made better.
Rosammai I am sure you have left traces of your indomitable spirit in us. And every time I assertively say something I’m sure I’ll think of you coz I know you will be smiling at me from up there saying,” That’s my Neroth girl!”
Rosammai - My God Mother !
ReplyDeleteMy earliest memories of Ammai might seem like a common tale of a young child reminiscing about a cherished toy. Yet, how could one forget when that toy happened to be a handheld video game, a rarity in India during those days? Its value was beyond measure, not just in terms of monetary worth but in the sheer delight it brought. It was not meant for me but for all of us 5 siblings of her youngest brother -Appu
Ammai and Achen embraced their role as "godparents" with utmost dedication. By the time I came into the picture, they had already amassed incredible experience raising four boys who had established themselves in enviable destinations. It was truly a masterpiece of parenting.
I was incredibly fortunate to have them as my godparents, especially during a time when Google hadn't even been invented!
Through our meetings over the years, they would recount their children's experiences and illuminate the practical routes to "freedom" from India, a quest I was eagerly pursuing. While obtaining the coveted US Visa was a formidable challenge, they also spoke of alternative paths. Yet, impatient as I was, I envisioned a more direct route for myself. Ultimately landing back in India for a short while…
At our next gathering, I found myself seated at Achen and Ammai's dining table. Achen reached for a handbook, revealing a plethora of alternatives: Canada, Australia, New Zealand! And there we go again on a new adventure !
I was incredibly fortunate to have received guidance from giants who bestowed upon me such profound wisdom, requiring little contemplation.
Writing this brings a deep sense of sadness... Ammai and Achen will forever reside in my cherished memories.
Ammai’s godson,
Mathew Job Neroth
Johnichen and I will not be attending Ammai's funeral but memories of Ammai and Achen are very vivid . Johnichen grew up in the Neroth Tharavadu with his beloved aunts. I've heard the 'tomato, tomato' story very often.😁. As Sheeba said Bangalore will be a very different place without Ammai - from the HAL days, to Koramangala to Krishna Lilac - we all enjoyed their hospitality and sound advice.Her visits to Alleppey were also special.She raised a lovely family with all her sons successful in their own right. Ammai's intelligence, confidence and organising abilities stand out at a time when women typically played a less significant role.
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Remembering my dearest Rosamma Aunty with a lot of love and a treasure trove of memories.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young, I remember every Christmas Rosamma Aunty used to come to Alleppey with her 4 boys. We all waited with excitement. Once they arrived, Neroth house would be filled with fun and laughter.
Everyone looked at Aunty with awe because she was fashionable and well-spoken. We spent so much time together and every moment was so precious.
Rosamma Aunty was always an inspiration to many of us cousins. She took us all under her wings and gave us support and guidance as well as scoldings, which we lovingly called HUT and POTH. Tommy always says, "Mom shoots first and then asks questions"!
Throughout her life, she took care of so many of her nieces and nephews. I stayed with her and Perappan for 3 months after my studies while attending classes with Aunty Vera. I can proudly say that Rosamma Aunty gave me training on how to run a fiscally responsible household. I used to go with her everywhere, including selling ice cream and grocery shopping. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
There is much to say about this extraordinary woman who has inspired so many of us. She will always be remembered with love and affection. She was a strong woman who lived and died on her own terms. I imagine the heavens have been busy preparing to welcome this formidable lady. While, she will be deeply missed, we can rest assured she is watching over all of us.
Rest in peace, dear Rosamma Aunty.
In January 2001, Tracy and I were touring India. On our way to Kumarakom, we spend two nights with Vareed and Rosamma Thekkethala in Bangalore. Thomas and I are good friends and he insisted that we stay with them at the family home.
ReplyDeleteRosamma meets us in the garden at the front of the house. It’s a lovely evening, balmy and clear. She has lit welcome lamps in the garden. These are little, shallow terracotta cups containing oil and a wick, and they’re hung from the trees. What a delightful touch. She takes Tracy’s hand and leads us inside. We feel instantly at home. Dinner is ready. Rosamma has prepared delicious oven-baked chicken, potatoes, and carrots. This is one of those homey meals that have amazing spiritually healing powers. Following dinner, she sits between me and Tracy on the couch and takes us through the wedding album of Jacob, Thomas’ youngest brother. Vareed is now retired, but spent his career doing ground-breaking jet engine engineering. He is, like Rosamma, approachable, articulate and thoughtful. Thomas got the brains from both sides of the family. After roughing it in Mumbai, Varanasi, and Agra, it’s good to be among friends again. In the morning, after a good night’s rest, we have breakfast together while waiting for the driver to take us to Mysore for the day. We’re getting a sampling of Southern Indian cuisine and breakfast includes dhal, the national lentil dish, which comes in various incarnations depending on the region. We also have home-grown grapes, papaya, and naan. While happily stuffing ourselves thus, and at precisely 8:08 a.m., the ground shudders under our feet. I know immediately it’s a quake and look at Vareed. He looks at me. But it’s passed. Lasted only three or four seconds. This, on the heels of the huge and devastating earthquake in Gujarat just three days ago, gives us pause. This Bangalore quake is brief and minor, but under present circumstances, it’s understandable that we’re a bit on edge. If Vareed had so much as looked at the door, I would have been out in the street before you could say “Tandoori Chicken.”
When we return from Mysore, dusty and exhausted, we shower and dress for a delectable Indian dinner prepared by Rosamma. We are joined by Thomas’ brother George and his wife Rani for an excellent convivial evening together. We spend one more luxurious night under the Thekkethala roof, in the company of these wonderful people, before heading south to Kumarakom.
We will always carry Rosamma and Vareed in our hearts, for their gentle warmth, their hospitality and their kindness. Also, we lived through an earthquake together.
Ammama was such a kind and poised woman. When she first met me, the partner of her grandson Matthew, she gave me beautiful white and red earrings and a matching bracelet. This truly touched my heart, especially considering we had only just met. I felt instantly accepted as a family member. I met her only a few more times but always remember her grace, kindness, poise, and quick wit. She had a keen sense of humor and loved her family fiercely, with all her heart’s devotion. Rest in power, Ammama ♥️
ReplyDeleteIf you knew Ammama, you knew how skilled she was in many areas, but perhaps the most prominent in my relationship with her was her ability to continuously take my one dollar bills after countless rounds of Rummy. I remember from a young age, I would eagerly come to the table with the pen, paper, and deck of cards, ready to finally take a dollar from Ammama. She knew how much I hated to lose. Yet, this did not deter her from putting everything she had into winning. Everyday, we would play four to five full rounds of Rummy, and everyday I would find myself losing four to five dollars. She pushed me to think in creative and more strategic ways, as that was going to be the only way anyone would ever take a dollar from her playing cards. I remember when she came to the US to spend a month with us, I was able to finally win a game against her. I was ecstatic! She watched as I showed off my new dollar bill, Ammama’s dollar bill, to every member of the family. She hated to lose just as much as I did, but at that moment, she was proud of me.
ReplyDeleteAmmama pushed all of her grandchildren to exceed the expectations we had set for ourselves. I am honored to carry the middle name “Rose” after her, as a reminder of her strength, intelligence, and unwavering focus and perseverance. She lit a fire in me a long time ago to never give up, but she also taught me the value in knowing when it's time to “scoot” and take the 50 point reduction. I am grateful for all the memories and time we got to spend together, and I am comforted by the fact that she is reunited with Appapen in Heaven. Rest in peace Ammama.
I can only remember Amayi with lots of love and warmth, and today with sadness that she is no more....
ReplyDeleteI learned so much from her from the time I joined college in 1968.
Her unselfish love for the family,
Her patience with all the nieces and nephews who were under her care.
She took such good care of each one of us
She would pick up us for weekends
Even remember her making soup for me when I got sick, teaching me so many things like stitching and batik, potato printing etc
We even enjoyed stitching silver sequence one of her sarees which she had taken out of her wedding saree if I remember right
Weekly trips to Russel market where I learned buying fish and meat etc
She was so well organised and meticulous
knew what to buy and not buy
When I was living in Bangalore after marriage,she insisted on me going for tailoring classes, taught cooking which she did with real ease
Remember when her brothers visited Bangalore would promise to go out for dinner but the drinking
session would go on and on and after a while will get into the kitchen and make dinner with out a grumble
After priyanka was married and moved closer to where she was staying far away from town, she would take me along when she went swimming, get dropped at the club and allowed me to go shopping or do whatever I wanted to do in town.
I look upon her as as a person of great inner strength and grace who did so much for the family but never boasted about it
She never missed her card sessions and enjoyed her group of lovely friends.....
Business of icecream sales and shoe uppers and what not.
She enjoyed gardening specially planting fruit trees,.,
Her guava jelly and sweet corn soup all from her garden
I could go on and on
Cannot imagine a Bangalore with out Amayi and Achen
Love you and will miss you forever as long as I live
A
My earliest memories of Rosamma aunty are still etched in the memories of my mind ….
ReplyDeleteWhen we lived at our farm in Hoskote every week the van would stop to deliver crates of eggs from our farm to the Vareed’s .Any wonder the Vareed boys grew up to be the good looking successful boys that they are today !
Rosamma aunty always had a special affection towards me growing up as a young girl in Bangalore. Never forget the batik lessons she taught me and the many conversations that followed . She gave me a lot of strength in a time in my life with assuring words when I needed it the most . She was nonjudgmental , open hearted and always had a good word for everyone ! She was so dear to my parents . When my dad passed away she would call me everyday to check up on me and was kind enough to have masses in his name for an entire year .Rosamma Aunty was not a relative by blood but certainly an Aunt in every other way !
May she rest in peace .
Geramin Sebastian LaBrie
Rosamma aunty will always hold a very special place in my heart . She was a strong personality who always spoke her mind , yet was so generous and kind. The Sunday lunches at the Vareed household was one of the most of fun parts of my college life . I have no idea how she managed it . She managed to feed so many hungry nieces and nephews especially those of us who lived on hostel food and absolutely looked forward to the awesome food she provided. For me being among the younger lot of cousins it was also an opportunity to get to know a lot of the cousins. Her super efficiency was truly an inspiration and that held true right until the end . She was a strict aunt who made her views clear but loved to debate with us on almost any topic that we disagreed on. That used to be a lot of fun and I’m really going to miss that .
ReplyDeleteYou’ve gone on to a better place Rosamma aunty but you will be truly missed by those you have left behind . 💖
The one thing that stands out most of all about Rosamma aunty was her love for family! She was of course extremely proud of her boys. But there was all of us too - the hundreds of nephews and nieces for whom she could not do enough. Anyone who went to Bangalore would be taken under her wing and enveloped with warmth and affection. She would move heaven and earth to get things done for us. But she was tough too. She had very strong opinions and enjoyed arguing with all of us. That's something we will all miss about her! And who can forget her hospitality! Her table was always laden with amazing food and fresh fruits from her farm. I still have several of her wonderful recipes. I remember fondly how she came to Chennai with saplings of fruit trees for Shoba and me. Most of them didn't survive but I still have hope that the dragon fruit will bear fruit some day.
ReplyDeleteBut I love her most of all for the way she stood by my mother through good times and bad. She was her rock. She has laughed with her and cried with her and loved her fiercely! She will be missed dearly and will live in our hearts forever!
Pervez and I first met Achen and Ammai in Bangalore at their HAL home. We had experienced our first real estate dilemma and turned to them for advice. Needless to say they were most helpful and that was the start of a memorable relationship that blossomed over many occasions shared at Jacob’s home when they visited. Her affection and warmth each time we met drew me to her - and the more I got to know her I left feeling I had been in the presence of a formidable but gentle I admired her intelligencer, curiosity, her opinions, style and grace . She was a role model for people from every age group and all walks of life. We are privileged to have known her. Last year when we called on her at Blore she was not home and when we called, her sprightly voice told us she was in Alleppey - I’m sure she is at peace now and will be both remembered and missed - may you rest in peace Ammai 🙏🏻🌷
ReplyDeleteI just want to add a few words to what Vimala has already expressed on our behalf. Achen and Ammai came into our lives at a crucial time. We were blessed that they took this young couple under their wings. Besides their love & affection, we were witness to and benefitted from their hugely powerful combined IQs and sane advice. And through that Bangalore encounter we became close to the Thekketala brothers and their families, a relationship that blossomed and got strengthened each time Achen and Ammai visited. They will not visit any more, but, all of you children of Achen and Ammai will remain close in our hearts. May the Almighty bless you all, and, Rest in Peace , Ammai and Achen. You are reunited!
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ReplyDeleteIt was something we used to look forward to every year, around Christmas time. The invitation to join Uncle and Aunty for their family get-together at the Koramangala house. The thoughts flowed freely on all types of topics, as did the fantastic variety of drinks and the great range of snacks and food organized by Aunty. We used to love these occasions, and came to admire Uncle and Aunty, both very strong and distinct personalities- yet rooted in sound values of hard work and ethics, while staying grounded and available to all of us.
As the years rolled by, we used to visit Uncle and Aunty around Christmas time every year at their apartment off Sarjapur road, catching up on the news of the family spread globally at that time. After Uncle passed, we could not but help admire how Aunty led such an independent life, managing everything quite well. Her penchant for regular exercise and farming kept her busy and also a role model for all of us on how to lead an active life always. Her guidance on matters was always very practical and sensible.
In October end 2022, Aunty drove a great distance on a wintery, dark evening to attend our daughter Tia’s engagement function, a baby she came to see as one of the first visitors when she was born. When Tinu was receiving her First Holy Communion almost four decades ago, she can still remember that Aunty was the first to come up to the car and bless her in the Church compound. Tinu can also remember gorging on the wonderful cone ice creams that Aunty’s entrepreneurial drive brought to Frank Anthonys and Sacred Hearts Schools where Tinu studied.
Aunty was a force to reckon with. She could call a spade a spade. She was always true to herself and the ethos she followed. Her broadminded and forward-thinking mentality blended modernity and tradition. We always considered Uncle and Aunty an exemplary couple to emulate. On the few occasions she visited Tinu at her clinic, she always brought with her the precious organic treasures from her farm – including jackfruit, pomelo, marmalade, and pickles.
Our last visit to Aunty in December 2023, was a bit different. We spent almost a couple of hours with her, and she spoke about many topics including her latest adorable great-granddaughter, and the news of all her children and grandchildren we were updated on. Amid all this conversation, in between managing some matters related to her beloved farm, she referred to her illness here and there. There was a steely determination in her voice and manner, that demonstrated to us she would face whatever she had to. One could expect nothing less from Rosamma Aunty.
This year as Christmas rolls around, we will have one less house to visit. A tradition of over two decades comes to an end for us. The golden memories of the past conversations with Uncle and Aunty we will always cherish.
Thank you Rosamma Aunty for showing us how to live a full life in all respects.
Requiescat in pace.
Tinu and Tom Thomas
I am truly grateful that Leelama and I had the opportunity to spend the past week with Rosama aunty. It was a spur of the moment choice, prompted by an inner calling, especially since I hadn’t seen her in over a year. Although she was physically weak and spoke only occasionally, her indomitable spirit, determination, and will power were palpably present.
ReplyDeleteShe was undoubtedly one of my favorite aunts, enriched by her vast experiences from living abroad before settling in Bangalore with Chittappan. She was the epitome of elegance- an educated homemaker who knew how to drive a car and was an entrepreneur who launched her own small business. These qualities set her a notch above her four sisters. She was fiercely independent and among the few in our family who could articulate her thoughts with clarity and strength. Even in disagreements, she was gracious enough to concede when necessary, though she wasn’t one to back down easily. I relished our conversations together .
I have clear memories of the annual gatherings where the five sisters , along with their husbands and children , would meet at one of their homes to discuss everything under the sun, often with spirited debates. I would sit and watch in admiration as my mother and aunts engaged in lively discussions , but Rosama aunty always stood out as the most engaging and insightful of them all
She was a staunch advocate for women’s empowerment , insisting that we girls acquire the necessary qualifications to stand independently of the situation ever demanded. In our family she was the trailblazer for woman empowerment . Whether by direct intention or through subtle influence, I’ve absorbed and learned much from her. Her independent thinking and self -reliance were qualities that I deeply admired.
Rosama aunty, your absence will deeply be felt, and our engaging conversations will be sorely missed. I salute you as a valiant warrior who led a fulfilling life. You, a pillar of strength, an exemplary mother, sister , aunt, and advisor, will forever be cherished. Those of us who looked up to you with awe and admiration will hold your memory dear. May you rest peacefully in the embrace of our Lord
Liza
ReplyDeleteAs iconic as corner house is to Bangalore… Ammai was iconic to so many of us … who studied and settled in blr…. To nieces and nephews and grand nieces and grand nephews…
She will be missed sooo much.
A woman of fortitude and formidability (you feel slightly frightened by them because they are very great or impressive). A woman who lived life on her terms. An ever curious mind that made her want to learn always…( I remember when I joined college in JNC there was a new computer learning lab that had opened and there she was enrolling for classes in her sixties). A woman who spoke her mind - In couple of my toughest moments in life - where I was forced to take some decisions- she would call me and check with me on how I was coping - and wud make me run by her my plans. Conversations only she and I knew - filled with so much love and unwavering support. Grand Aunt to Grand Niece …. Strength to strength….
SHE WAS AND WILL ALWAYS BE SUCH AND INSPIRATION… she is known in my friends circle as my “Rocking Grand Aunt”
Ammai you LIVED LIFE WELL …. Now it’s time to Rest in Peace💕
PS- Blr cousins - we still got to meet - the glue that held the family together watches us from above….✨💫
Thinking back on the times I spent with my grandma, Ammama, I feel incredibly lucky. Even though we lived miles apart, we always managed to catch up during her visits to the US or my trips to India.
ReplyDeleteThe memories that really stand out are all about her love for family and how she genuinely cared about us grandkids.
Ammama showed her love in so many ways. She always made a point to ensure my sister and I had plenty to eat, even with our dietary allergies when we visited India. She spent hours playing and teaching us the intricacies of gin rummy, even making up what seemed to be new obscure rules every time that helped her hand. Personally, on the last trip she made a point to make sure my loved ones feel extremely welcome and comfortable while hosting us for the holidays which meant the world to me.
But what really sticks with me to this day was her fondness for plants and flowers. She spent time explaining everything that was growing on the farm, even coming over to my house to replace all my artificial plants with live ones. Now, years later, my place is filled with living, breathing plants still, thanks to her.
I will miss all of the visits, games, FaceTimes (yes, she wielded the iPad better than most in the family), attention, tradition, and example that she set for me.
We'll miss you, Ammama. Rest in power,
Mark
Reflecting on the cherished moments we've shared, I find myself transported to a time long before I officially became her daughter-in-law. It was during my youthful days as a schoolgirl, eagerly waiting in winding lines with anticipation, having saved up all week to indulge in a creamy cone from the beloved "ice cream Aunty". Little did I realize then that the kind lady behind the counter, serving up sweet delights with a radiant smile, would eventually hold such profound significance in my life. If only I had glimpsed the beautiful journey ahead, where she would evolve from a familiar face into a cherished member of my family, perhaps I would have requested an extra scoop of ice cream and cherished those moments even more!
ReplyDeleteAs a daughter-in-law, she welcomed me with open arms and offered unwavering support for my ambitious career. I am immensely grateful for the months she spent with us when Ria was born, providing invaluable assistance during those challenging times.
I admired numerous facets of her personality. Her motto was symbolized by the quote : "Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime". Witnessing her positively impact many lives was truly inspiring.
Her culinary skills were legendary. Her handwritten recipes and special curry powder are not merely culinary treasures but mementos of her love and legacy.
Rest in peace, dear Mom. You will continue to serve as a beacon of inspiration, uplifting us all.
In the orchard of memories, Ammama branches wide like an abundant mango tree.
ReplyDeleteI remember that fateful summer Varun and I consumed one hundred mangoes. My tummy collapsed to the floor. Then after making a speedy recovery, Ammama fed us some more.
We baked gingerbread cookies together, she knitted matching jumpers for her grandkids and spoiled us with all the most nostalgic grandmother memories.
But Ammama was not your typical grandmother. She was a fierce independent woman who enjoyed her whiskey on the rocks. Not in excess, still enough spirit to break all the stereotypes of her time.
She was a mathematician, a swimmer and a competitive bridge player. Ammama would always call a spade a spade.
My ammamma had a softer gentle side too. More recently, she shared one of her most vulnerable stories with me. Returning from the UK, she was nervous about reconnecting with my father, after having to leave him as a baby.
Tears flooded my eyes, for the first time in her presence, when she narrated this story to me. Her story is part of the tree I came from.
I only wish that I will have the courage to pass on the ripe mangoes Ammama gifted me.
I have heard so much about the Bangalore days that all the cousins cherish.Ammai's home was the open house ,where they all bonded. Ammai was such a gracious and welcoming host.As a house warming gift at the beach house, she gave us a lemon sapling which I am happy to say is doing well. Now all the more special.Fond memories .
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I remember my first visit to the HAL house vividly. It was with Vellimachi. We all drove down from Alleppey. I remember it to have been a friday afternoon. Ammai had put out a big spread for us and there was ollatherchi too to my delight.Ammai told us that we could eat as we were travellers.
ReplyDeleteVellimachi was not convinced however. Ammai went on to explain that Bangalore, the parish rules were more lenient. Ammai finally convinced her mother.she had a way of dealing with situations and was very good at it.The countless meals she served her family then studying in Bangalore brings back warm memories.I admire the way she managed everything.
Her heart was full of love and she had her own special way to touch each of our hearts.she will remain in our hearts.
ReplyDeleteAmong four mother pillars of our Thekkethala family, Rosamma vallimma had something special rather unique. Her willpower and confidence level always attracted and inspired me from my childhood days. She was a firebrand who expressed her ideas in our discussions during her days with us in IJK.
In the year 1986 myself and Asha got a chance to visit vallippan and vallimma in Koramangala house and stayed there for two weeks. She taught us how to bake Tart and Pie which were new to me those days. It was a coaching camp in many ways but in a loving family atmosphere.
Last October 2023,we with Merin and Nivin visited vallimma in her Bangalore flat and spent 3 hrs with her. What was amazing that, even at the age of 86 she decorated her living room with beautiful flowers brought from her farm house and served us a sumptuous lunch.
I am sure that vallimma's strong support to vallippan definitely would have helped him to reach the top of his carrier as Chief of Engine Design Bureau at HAL.
Vallimma has consistantly been my motivation factor, clearly shown to our generation how to live life to the fullest extent possible in every moment, making others comfortable and happy while staying healthy and keeing promises and commitments done cent percent.
Sorry vallimma, I will not be there to pay last respects for your final journey, but will always have a special place in my heart. We the next generation will deeply miss you and fondly remember your love and care to the whole family.
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ReplyDeleteMy Ammayi was a remarkable person with profound faith and her peaceful passing is a testament to the life she led and beliefs she held dear. It is truly a blessing that I was able to spend her last week together . I thank God for this opportunity. Her devotion and the way she lived her life was a source of strength and inspiration for me and our family
ReplyDeleteI have a deep bond with Ammayi nurtured from an early age and she was special. I was cared for by her and Lolamayi , when living with Valliyammachi. That I believe helped me to develop a deep affection for them. The opportunity to be there with Ammayi in her final days was a beautiful closure to the care and love she gave me. I hope my presence with her in her last days provided comfort to her too.
Ammayi was instrumental in shaping my early adult life during the college years at Jyothi Nivas in Bangalore. Being the first from the Neroth family to venture there, having Ammayi as my local guardian provided me with security and comforting piece of home away from home. She used to bring me to her home every week end and the softie ice cream and her Guava jams are still sweet memories for me.
Ammayi played a crucial role in gently pushing the boundaries of my world, introducing me to experiences beyond the sheltered life I had known. The trip to Brindavan gardens with her is still a a beautiful memory
The love and life lessons received from Ammayi are treasures that profoundly impacted my life. These memories of Ammayi are precious and enduring .
I am grateful for her love and affection and I admire her qualities that I hold dear- her fierce love for family, her will power and her boldness in speaking her mind. It has left a lasting imprint on me.
Ammayi you are a super special NEROTH GIRL.. . I love you —-umma umma—-
She was a lovely soul always smiling, prayerful and welcoming. I always cherish her memories especially when I was a parish priest there at OLSH. May God grant her eternal life. We miss you Rosamma.
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