Dubai ∙ On his last birthday, in the middle of his close friends in a flat in Karama, Rametan named Atlas Ramachandran said: ‘I am 80 years old…’ Friends hesitated to accept that Ramachandran, who is bursting with youth in laughter, cheerfulness and dress, is 80. He continued to prove by word and deed that he was not old at all.
Only the face of Ramachandran, who resides in the hearts of millions of people, will be in front of his friends. He died on the night of the 2nd. Only close relatives bid farewell. There was no public viewing as per the Covid norms. Ramachandran will not return to the bosom of Thrissur. The fame, riches and pains that the world of exile gave him left behind in this land and rest in the crematorium of Jebel Ali Sonapur.
‘When one owns an empire, one’s enemies increase. I am nobody by anyone’s recommendation, I was too late to understand the deception of those who tried to cut me down. By then he was in jail. Everything has been given up’ – the tone of Ramachandran’s words, without despair or panic, is reminiscent of the title, Janakodi’s trusted institution.
Indira, who was with Ramachandran as a helper, was exhausted and cried at the separation. The death was unexpected. The departure came amid a resurgence in public activity and preparations to reopen shops. Indira and daughter Dr. Manju, her husband Arun and Ramachandran’s brother Ramaprasad were at the hospital till the last minute.
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