It feels deeply personal and privileged to write about Trichur Kilimangalam P. S. Gopalakrishnan. Not because my tribute or memoir would do justice to chronicling his life any better than what has already been done by so many others, so wonderfully well. But, in writing a few words of gratitude for this magnificent human being, I'm only reliving my own childhood, which was so much fonder due to this man's cheer and compassion
It is, for me, quite easy to slip into a deep sense of nostalgia and romanticism of the past, when I think of Ooty and the times spent there, of an era that now increasingly appears to be a relic on paper than a recollection of past memories
And, what is consistently etched deep in those memories is the person of Gopalakrishnan, whom I would address deferentially as Uncle
Even back then, I saw him as somewhat of an icon, steadfastly present at all times, a beacon or a symbol of unbreaking perpetuity who remained unaffected by unkind weather or the passage of time and its vagaries
For decades, this man remained at his post, selling fried peanuts to millions. But, what was endearing was how he remembered people and their names and never failed to have a heartening conversation with everyone who came to him. And that, he did with an unfailing smile and liveliness, which would put many a youngster to shame
I will always remember this wonderful soul for his kind disposition, cheer, and the eternal sense of happiness that he imparted to others - not once discriminating on the lines of social norms and stature. What is even more important and commendable is that his life is a fitting example of how one man could be such an important part of society despite not fitting into the numerous checkboxes that we so meticulously impose on ourselves and others around us. That, to me, is the most honourable measure of a man, which 'Uncle Gopalakrishnan' came to be known and respected for - for his kindness, compassion, cheer, and for his uplifting smile, which will never be forgotten
Now, with his passing, a certain part of time comes to an end. His departure also symbolizes the end of an era of kindness and respect. Of personal intimacy partaken without condition or underlying motive. I would argue that he was a model human being who set an example of all the values of life that we were taught and expected to follow, but are not able to.
I would like to remember him with the words of Ida Lyon, who in 1910, wrote in 'The Joy of Living - The Wonders of Life' that, "Life should be to us nothing less than a joy... real, sparkling, soul-stirring joy, that sinks down to the depths of our being."
Image Courtesy: M. Sathyamoorthy, The Hindu
