Remembering Jagada

In reply to Ammani:

She was born in 1940. The second of five children born to Vedaranyam Seshadri and Rajalakshmi ammal. She passed away after a brief illness in November 2006. How will Jagada be remembered?

Vedaranyam Sheshadri was a veteran freedom fighter, much respected in and around Srirangam. He and Rajalakshmi lived a comfortable if not luxurious life with his pension. Now Jagada was not a very normal kid in her times, she reverently read about the long struggle her father had been part of, and gave speeches on how she was going to change the course of the nation when she was 14!

But things changed when she was married away after her 19^th birthday. Her marriage was important as three other sisters were next in line for marriage in quick succession.
She accepted the decision, which also meant she had to move to Mayiladudurai and the end of any hopes of a political career.

And then one day, she created Sunanda the social activist in her story for Ananda Vikatan. The thread of sequels became her schizophrenic reality, as she penned on through languid afternoons. Jagada’s husband proof-read her stories, took notes, and added his two cents worth.

Sudandira Naadu- the youth group of political activists prided themselves with the mission of restoring freedom to ‘Free India. They mobilized public opinion, held political awareness forums and led demonstrations. Megha the founder was a well known spokesperson and devout socialist. When Megha returned one day to find a courier from her source in a local magazine, she immediately opened it. They must have sent it a month ago, but her All India tour had kept her busy.

When Megha reached Jagada’s house, there was chaotic activity everywhere. Jagada’s husband walked her to a far veranda as his grandchildren were creating a ruckus in the backyard and there was bickering in the kitchen. It was nothing like a house in mourning.

“I am looking for Mani, the writer.” Megha said after she was asked for coffee.
That would be Jagada, my wife. No one knew her real name, I am surprised you have come this far seeking Mani. But Jagada is no more.”
“Oh", she paused."I have read Sunanda’s story, infact grew up with it.”
They sat in silence for a while. The two people who would remember our Jagada, and find their courage in Sunanda’s courage.