LONDON’S TAMIL CRICKETERS HAVE LOST THEIR FAVOURITE “ UNCLE RAJAN” A VERY CONSIDERATE AND FRIENDLY UMPIRE LONDON’S MUSIC GROUPS HAVE LOST A TALENTED BASS GUITARIST THE FAMILY HAS LOST THEIR LEADER, DAD, BROTHER,AND GUIDE UNCLE RAJAN IS SAFE AT THE FEET OF HIS CREATOR “ DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE & WEEP; I AM NOT THERE, I DONOT SLEEP. I AM A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW. I AM THE DIAMOND GLINTS ON SNOW. I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENED GRAIN. I AM THE GENTLE AUTUMN RAIN. WHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNINGS HUSH I AM THE SWIFT UPLIFTING RUSH OF QUIET BIRDS IN CIRCLED FLIGHT. I AM THE SOFT STARS THAT SHINE AT NIGHT. DONOT STAND AT MY GRAVE & CRY; I AM NOT THERE. I DID NOT DIE. WIMAL SOCKANATHAN - a family friend