A Homage from his Elder Sister As his elder sister I had the privilege of watching him growing up to be a gifted child an intelligent student, a sportsman, an artist, a flutist, a man of leadership and also an innovator. I still remember our grandfather (Appu) had the habit of dragging us both and produce us before our mother whenever he happened to see us playing with the other kids in our neighborhood to warn my mother “ Don’t spoil Vijayan by letting him play with the other boys, He is not ordinary child and he is the gift of God to our family”. That was his prediction of Vijayan about sixty years ago. Inevitable circumstances kept both of us apart for more than three decades. At last my elder daughter went to live in Canada and refreshed the strong bond between us, as we had been in our childhood, so he often used to share the cherished moments of his childhood with my daughter. I have also to mention the fatherly affection he showed to my daughter during her childbirth and the aftermath. My daughter would often mention his generosity with gratitude whenever we speak of him. Anywhere he went to learn he was the favorite of his teacher and was the centre of admiration wherever he went. So that I began to think no one was ever equal to him and he was a unique. He also knew that I was his great admirer for he used to ask for my opinion of whatever he did as playing a new tune in his flute, of a drawing he had done, and even a new dress he wore. Here I have to mention an incident that showed his way of acceptance. Although he was not a good singer (really a bad singer) as usually he was also the favourite of his music teacher. When the teacher was selecting the students for his choir he asked my brother to join in the choir. My brother refused the invitation by saying that he can’t sing. But the teacher was determined and said “Please join in my choir my boy, I will make you to sing”. After practicing for two or three days my brother returned home from the practice earlier than usual. When we asked about his early return, he said with a big laugh “Oh, my music teacher turned me back saying that he would make a crow to sing rather than make me to sing”. That means in Tamil ( ). Generally the persons with lot of talents would always be reluctant in accepting their inabilities. But I was amazed by the way he accepted his defect as a joke even though he was a small boy of eleven at that time. 2
My only great expectation was that he would mould my grandson into a mathematician as he did for thousands under his arm. Will that ever happen without him? Thampi, I faced misfortunes without having you close to me. But I am bit lucky that whenever I think of you, your young bright face as a freshly blossomed flower would appear in my vision as I last saw you when you were just twenty five. A soft hearted person you are who never wish to hurt others even with your words. I recall the instances, you rush out of our gate into the open farmland opposite to our house to escape from our fathers cane. A sprinter you were, our father would quit chasing you either by unable to catch you or not willing to hurt you. I don’t know how dare your illness got the mind to hurt you? Or why couldn’t you escape from the hands of death? Or the almighty might have called you back to him thinking that you have done more than enough to those around you and unwilling to see you getting more and more tired. No one except our parents, especially my father knew the strong affection between you and me since our childhood till our teenage. Here I retire with full of sweet memories of you cherish in my heart. By: Anusha Kalatheavan
Vijayakumar’s elder sister & youngest brother (Anusha & Mithrakumar)
Anna, even though your physical presence is no longer with us, the memory of you still lingers deep in the hearts of thousands that have been touched by your humble spirit. We often forget the extent to which the people around us change our lives... Anna was the pillar of strength and a parental figure of our family. Whenever or wherever we faced hardship, he was there to lend us a helping hand. Whether he be five or thirty years old, our parents could trust on his intuitive guidance to lead my siblings and I. From a young age, Anna was everything to me. I can vividly remember when he was a student in Peradeniya, he would wake me up early in the morning to give “payanak kaasu” 10 cents before leaving to catch the train to Kandy. In those days, this was quite enough for me to buy a handful of “paruppu packets” and a “paddam” for my Thambi. It was these little acts of generosity and kindness that really made my Anna an everlasting figure in my life. Even now my eyes fill in tears when I recall the event that happened in 1976. Among his hectic life in university, Anna came all the way from Kandy to Colombo to watch me play our final netball match on time where we won the “All Island Championship Trophy” under my leadership. In my later years, Anna steered me towards a M.sc Graduate by ensuring his full support financially and morally. He further gave advice on becoming a good teacher in Sri Lanka and an active research assistant in Australia. Anna was also supporting our younger brother Dr. Mithrakumar in his education and was very proud to see him growing up to be the well-known cardiologist he is today. He harboured a deep respect for his sister Anusha, as she was the eldest in the family and took special care for her daughter (his niece) Maithireji, whom he cared like a father. Anna was so fond of our other sister Thaya, that she was seen as a motherly figure in his eyes- a person who he could rely on for unconditional love and 4
support. Thaya used to frequently fly to Canada and visit him, as she would ease the pain through his hard times. The relationship Anna had with my second brother Ravi, was unique. They were together through Vada Hindu girls college, then Hartley college and attended Peradeniya University during the same time period. Their years together had formed a special bond that allowed Anna to criticise and critique Ravi without any recoil, always aiming to push his brother into being the best he could be. I can still recall the days when Anna was behaving like a strict officer whilst Ravi was preparing for his G.C.E exams. Here are some remarkable memories from Ravi Anna about Anna: “I still remember when I was 4 years old that I would wait daily for anna to come home for lunch from school, take a plate and sit on floor and start eating. The way he ate brought me much pleasure as he enjoyed every mouthful, eating cleanly and leaving nothing to waste. Another vivid memory was when I was in grade 2 and Anna was in grade 5. During the lastday-of-term celebrations, he was actively climbing on the tables and seats when he fell and injured his chin. I remember hearing this and crying whilst my mates around me offered their sympathy. During the days between grade 6 and 10, Anna was achieving prizes and in all fields, including academia, sports and arts (his drawings were displayed in exhibitions conducted by Hartley). In one exhibition in particular, he innovated a new road traffic signal when he was only in grade 7. His academic performance was also on par, having received a gold medal for his GCE(O/L) exams. He had the opportunity to learn Mathematics from the remarkable Mr. Ratnasabathy, who was the principle of Hartley – a teacher who rarely interacted with any other students. He taught Anna with earnest dedication and Anna was likewise fond of him, visiting him frequently even after entering University. He advised Anna to enter the science faculty and become a mathematician. In the words of a genuine guru, Anna became a mathematician. To me anna was everything during my days at Hartley; I was identified as Vijayakumar’s brother by most of the teacher and senior students and as ‘Vellai’s’ brother by his friends (he was called ‘vellai’ because of his fair skin colour). I was never caned or punished by the teachers because of the respect they had for Anna. He was Head Prefect in 1970 and was liked by many of the students for his calm demeanour and soft way of controlling.” 5
Anna is a role model for his son, nephews and nieces. He had a different and elegant style of teaching in his own exclusive way, which made it much easier to understand and grasp key concepts. He had a passion for music and would always give advice and feedback on my son’s violin performances. His interests encompassed a wide range of activities by spending his leisure time making sculptures, drawing (using people as models), photography, playing flute and even managed to find meaning and enjoyment in tasks such as pounding rice to make string hoppers and pittu. There are a million more things that can be said about you Anna. For me and my family, Anna is the perfect role model for “how a brother should be” I am so blessed and lucky to have had him by my side since the day I was born. Anuratha Srikumar Melbourne, Australia
Vijayakumar with his younger siblings (Thayavathy, Ravikumar & Anuratha) 6
Eulogy for Appa By: Sanahan Dear family, friends, my dad’s colleagues and students, I want to start by saying how much I appreciate all of you for being here today. Your kindness and support to me and my family means so much. The passing of my father is the first time that I have truly experienced loss in my life. And yet, although losing one’s father is one of life’s big losses, especially a father as special as Appa, I do not feel the loss as entirely a loss. “Why?” Because as I stand here, I see all of you, who have come from near and far to be here for Appa, and I am truly moved and proud of how many people it seems that he has truly touched and how much of an impact he has had to the people around him. I see today as a day of positive remembrance and celebration. I hope many of you will understand when I say that I saw Appa as a great teacher, a great friend, a great brother, and frankly a great man. For me, most importantly, he was a truly great father, and I have been so blessed to have him as my Appa. Many of you knew my father well, and I guess I did too. And from what I saw, I can only be filled with admiration about who he was as a person. Were I to list all of the reasons why I loved Appa, and everything I think was great about him, I could be here for a long time. Many of you may know first hand some of the things that I think made him an extremely special person, someone who I wish I could be, even just a little bit. I do have extremely large shoes to fill. His commitment to knowledge and education was something that is unparalleled. Appa did not just want to accumulate knowledge, he also wanted everyone to experience the joys and benefits of knowledge, so he loved to teach, and he did so generously and with a desire that students would learn with deep understanding. In his teaching he had patience like no other, and he was meticulous in covering what needed to be covered. This is truly the foundation and definition of what a teacher is. I know that this sentiment is shared by many if not all of his students at the University of Toronto and his Tuition Class. I have had many professors myself in my own career as a student, and not to take anything away from them, but I wish they could all have been like Appa. I think many of us can say that we learned something from Appa. Someone who can teach this much to so many people, and someone who can make us strive to reach our true po tential, is a very, very special individual. Appa’s immense dedication to the community is something that I am 7
extremely proud of. He was incredibly giving. Appa was easily the most humble and selfless person that I have ever seen. He made sure that everyone elseâ€™s needs and problems were addressed first, before his own. He never cared for anything fancy and never ever showed off. His passion was to help others and to make them better off, and in his own way and to the extent he could, to make the whole world a better place. Appa had a tremendous love of family. Not a single day would pass that he would not be trying to make sure that we were all well and that everything was alright. I know that he tried his best to contribute to my aunts and uncles, and to many others. We could all call him for help and advice, and he would drop everything to graciously provide it, without asking anything in return. I really cannot fathom how much he cared for everyone. He was truly one of a kind. As a father, Appa was the person who shaped me be to the person I am today. He is the source of my motivation, he is my inspiration and he is the basis of my convictions. I know he is someone who was always proud of me, regardless of any of the mistakes that I made, and my successes would be a source of great joy to him. I suspect that some of you have heard him talk about me, I hope he didnâ€™t bore you with that. I know he loved me very much. One thing that many of you may not know about Appa, was that he was always a child at heart. When I was young, for a while I was obsessed with Trains. So many, many times he would buy and bring home for me model train sets. As much as I loved the trains, and they were supposed to be gifts for me, it was funny how it always seemed to be Appa who would put them together and be the first to run them. He loved playing with them. Sometimes I felt like I almost had to say, Appa, when do I get to play with my train gift? And even then, always the teacher, he would use that as an opportunity to teach me how trains would work. And he took me on countless train trips, just to make me happy. He would carry me on his shoulders as we spent hours on the subway and on the Go Train on long trips to nowhere and back, during which I was having the time of my life, rolling down the rails with my Appa. LEGO building blocks was another toy that I always loved. And hundreds of times Appa would take me to the Ontario Science Center, where I would spend the whole day learning with my father, but always at the end of the day we would end up at the Mastermind Store to buy more LEGO. I knew he loved them as much as I did, too, and he would usually be encouraging me to get the more challenging and complex LEGO sets, partly so I would learn more, I know, but also because he wanted to play with them as much as me. I think his continuing 8
love for this “Toy” even carried over into the classes he was teaching, because he would use Lego Mindstorms sets in his teaching methods. I hope his students enjoyed it as much as he did. It seemed to me that he always would know how to connect with kids, maybe because in a way the curious, playful and creative child in him never really left him. If you’re here today, and I thank you for that, it probably means that he touched your life in some way or another. Maybe that means that you will miss him too, maybe quite a bit. I know his students will miss him. I know that his friends will miss him. I know that my family will miss him enormously. I know that my mother will miss him. I know Anuratha Mami and Mithuran Sithappa will miss their Anna. And I know, that I will miss Appa, I will miss him like no other, the source of my inspirations, my hero and most importantly my father. Thank you for everything you were and did, Appa. Thank you for what you gave me. I guess I will have to try to go on without you now, but you have set me on a good course. Thank you Appa, I love you.
Vijayakumar with his son Sanahan - 2013
Eulogy for Vijayakumar
By John Curran, CEO & Founder, Rocscience Inc Professor Emeritus, Civil Engineering, University of Toronto, Canada. Ph.D., 1976
I first met Vijay as a Ph.D. student in 1984 in my numerical methods class while I was teaching in the Civil Engineering department at the University of Toronto. He immediately stood out as a brilliant mathematician. He earned his Ph.D. as a chemical Engineer, but he was always a mathematician at heart. He became one of the early members of “The Rock Group” in the Galbraith Building. We worked on the Boundary Element Method together, resulting in what I consider some of my best research. Vijay joined us at Rocscience in the beginning years, contributing to many useful software developments over his time with us. Vijay always loved learning and there is a story that I like to share about him. There is a maximum number of 63 books that a one can borrow from the UofT library system. He was usually at that max, having to return at least one book to check out a new one. Every newly published book on mathematics made it to Vijay’s desk. He was very proud of his son, Sanahan. Sadly, Vijay will miss his son’s undergraduate commencement from McGill, which will take place in a few months from now. Vijay was a friend, respected colleague and a very generous person. He will be missed by all of us at Rocscience.
Eulogy for Vijayakumar
By Kumaraswamy Ponnambalam, April 2, 2017
Vijay (as I always called him) was a caring, a not so easy going person. He was a dear friend and we argued a lot when we were young. He was a tremendous human, superior in many aspects to most of us and a difficult person in some others, and that is why we will miss him. If anyone is perfect, we will stay away from them, afraid to be rejected. This was not the case with Vijay. He was a selfless and genuine friend and I am sorry that he will only be in our memories and not in flesh and blood. I will miss his smile, his humour, and his sarcasm. There are many things for me to thank him but I only tell about a few here. After I arrived in Canada in 1981, I found it very stressful in the first four months and I felt like returning to India every day. At that time, every white Canadian seemed a racist to me. If I have to choose only one person who made it easier for me to continue, then it must be my friend Vijayakumar. A Srilankan Tamil, a brilliant mathematician, engineer, knowledgeable music fan, talented badminton player, and the designer of the first of the professional Tamil fonts. I have rarely met anyone who impressed me as much as he did. Of course, there were also other friends without whose help I couldnâ€™t have continued but Vijay was special. Vijay was slow and meticulous when it came to cooking. I have never seen anyone take such a care in slicing onions! And took such a long time. I was impatient and liked to get things done quickly but not Vijay. He often invited me for dinner, and when I came, he would first give me tea and biscuits. He found out that one way he could make us, hungry people, stay quiet without bothering him, was to feed us with snacks! Then he could go back to slicing all sorts of food with great artistic merit that took forever! Commodore 64 is listed in the Guinness World Records as the highestselling single computer model of all time [Wikipedia]. It is likely that Vijay and I were the first in Canada to have that computer in early 1980s because we shared the cost of over 1000$ in todayâ€™s value and I was able to get it from the U.S. as it was released while visiting my aunt there. I still have one in my basement.
I used Commodore 64 to showcase that Tamil characters could be displayed in a computer at the Eelam conference in Toronto, and Vijay used his artistic and computer skills displaying some fancy graphics showing the Eelam map. While I may have developed the first personal computer Tamil font, Vijay took the development of Tamil fonts to sky high! Long ago, when I flew with my family to India in the British Airways, I remember getting a food menu in Tamil. I told my wife, that the font was developed by Vijay and it was most likely a pirated version as Vijay had not widely allowed their use yet. She asked me how did I know that it was his font. In Commodore 64, due to its simple capability I could not make the long N (Moonu suzhi N) as a single character and the result was a non-symmetric placement of the pulli (the dot). Vijay continued that style in his font so he could recognize easily his work anywhere! He developed so many Tamil fonts, each named after a ragam, which required enormous hours of artistic and computer work and he, being not a great businessman, didnâ€™t make too much money from that work. Once he gave me some of his fonts for my colleague and friend Mr. Anantha Krishnan, the vice-chancellor of Anna University in Chennai and to Mr Era Sezhiyan, the wellknown Member of the Indian Parliament and it was a great novelty for them. But, alas, I believe, the same unsymmetric pulli was also the downfall of those fonts! What was unique also became its disadvantage as people started using fonts with conventional styles. The great work of Vijay, I hope, would not be forgotten! My wife always commented that Vijay came to parties with a book to read. I am not sure if he did that to irritate others, or catch pretty girls, or it made his small frame standout in the parties! He had many such habits to drive us crazy, another one, being always late to leave. After we agreed to leave at 8AM when I went to his room at 8, he would say, sit sit, I will make some tea for you, which simply meant that we would be late, again. Being late was a common reason I got angry with him.
Thanthai mahar katru nandri avaiyathu Mundhi iruppach cheyal (67th Thirukkural) The duty of a father towards his children is to give them a headstart in knowledge over the best of scholars.
I believe Vijay achieved this. His pride was his son Sanahan! When he was young he brought him to Waterloo a very few times, we took him, he was just a baby, to a Tamil conference in New Jersey, and we could see how happy a father Vijay was. As Sanahan grew up, Vijay took pleasure in talking to us about his achievements, like Chess, and about his studies. Recently he enjoyed describing Sanahan’s research achievements. I am sad that Vijay won’t be around to continue to adore and enjoy Sanahan’s achievements! Vijay could learn any subject of science and art and help others understand! He was great with one-on-one teaching help. I know I had finally become someone when he asked me a few years ago, how I managed to tackle so many different engineering problems! I will miss him. PS: If anyone thought making Tamil fonts were easy, you can see my typed script which uses one of the modern system for writing Tamil in computer, and… it looks terrible! I hope Vijay could help here.
Vijayakumar with his friend Prof. K. Ponnambalam from the movie ‘Pandi’
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Njitf;Nfw;w tifapy;> jkpo; vOj;Jf;fis ghtpf;Fk; Nehf;fpy;> fzzpj; jkpo; vOj;Jf;fis tbtikf;Fk; Kaw;rpapid 1986k; Mz;bypUe;Nj Muk;gpj;jhH. fdlhtpd; %j;j jkpo;g;gj;jpupifahd cyfj;jkpoH Kjd; Kjyhf Kw;W KOjhf fzzpkag;gLj;jg;gl;lNghJ> mjw;fhd vOj;Jf;fis tbtikj;J> gpd;dH Page Layout vdg;gLk; gf;ftbtikg;Gf; fiyapid njhz;lHfSf;F gapw;Wtpj;J> cyfpd; fzzpkag;gLj;jg;gl;l Kjy; jkpo;g;gj;jpupif vd;w ngUikia Njbj;je;j KOg;ngUikAk; fyhepjp tp[aFkhH mtHfisNa rhUk;. Nkilfspy; ahUk; ,ijg; ngupjhfr; nrhd;dJkpy;iy> gj;jpupiffspy; ahUk; ,ijg; ngupjhf vOjpaJkpy;iy. fhuzk;> ,tUld; NrHe;J Ntiynra;j ez;gHfSf;F ,tH tpsk;guq;fis tpUk;Gtjpy;iy vd;gJ ed;whfj; njupAk; my;yJ $Ljyhf ,t;thwhd Ntiyfis ,utputhfNt ,tH nra;tjhy;> ,tUld; ,ize;J gzpahw;wpa ez;gHfisj; jtpu VidNahUf;F ngupjhfj; njupahJ. jtpu ,j;jid Kaw;rpfis> ,tNuh my;yJ ,tUld; gzpahw;wpa njhz;zlHfNsh Kjy; Kj;jpiuf;fhd rhjidf;fhf nra;atpy;iy. fhyj;jhy; vkJ ,dj;jpw;fhd mtruj; Njit ,Ue;jJ. Gyk;ngaH Njrj;jpy; jkpopy; gj;jpupif Ntz;Lk; vd;w nghJthd NjitAk;> ,e;jpa ,uhZt Mf;fpukpg;gpd; NghJ> vkJ kf;fs; kPJ fl;ltpo;j;J tplg;gl;l fhl;Lkuhz;bj;jdkhd gLnfhiyfs; gw;wpAk;> me;epa ,uhZtj;jpw;F vjpuhf vq;fs; kz;zpd; Nghuhspfs; ehlhj;jpa tPuk; nrwpe;j NghH ntw;wpfisAk; jkpoHfSf;F vLj;Jr;nrhy;y xU gj;jpupif Ntz;Lk; vd;w Fwpg;ghd NjitAk; ,Ue;j me;jf; fhyj;jpy;jhd; fyhepjp tp[aFkhH mtHfs; ,uT gfy; ghuhky; mauhJ cioj;J me;j gj;jpupifapid fzzpkag;gLj;jp ntw;wp fz;lhH. cyfj; jkpoH gj;jpupif ntw;wpfukhf ntsptuj; njhlq;fpajd; gpd;dH> jkpNohir (jw;Nghija fdlh <oehL)> jkpoUtp> jPgk; Nghd;w gy gj;jpupiffs; ntsptuTk;> gy mr;Rf;$lq;fs; cUthfTk;> tpsk;gug; gyif tbtikf;Fk; ifj;njhopy;fs; cUthfTk;> fyhepjp tp[aFkhH mtHfSk;> mtupdhy; cUthf;fg;gl;l fzzp vOj;Jf;fSk; fhuzkhftpUe;jd. 1990 ,y;; Ethno Multimedia vd;w epWtdj;ij Muk;;gpj;J vOj;J tbtikg;gpid tpupTgLj;jpdhH. mtH jkpopy; cUthf;fpa vy;yh vOj;Jf;fspw;Fk;> fHehlf rq;fPj ,irg;gpupauhd ,tH uhfq;fspd; ngaHfis #l;bdhH. 70f;Fk; Nkw;gl;l vOj;J tbtq;fis cUthf;fpa ,tupd; vOj;Jf;fspy;> mlhdh> G+ghsk;> Nkhfdk;> ru];tjp> MNghfp vd;gd gpugykhd vOj;J tbtq;fspy; rpythFk;. 80fspy; tPbNah njhopy;El;gj;jpw;F gpugykhftpUe;j mkpfh fzzpf;fhd vOj;Jf;fisAk; fyhepjp tp[aFkhH mtHfNs cUthf;fpajd; gpd;dH> jkpopy; tPbNah jahupg;Gk; mLj;j fl;lj;jpw;F efHe;jJ. jkpopy; kl;Lky;yhy;> rpq;fs fzzp vOj;Jf;fisAk;> ,e;jpa nkhopfs; vy;yhtw;wpw;Fkhd vOj;Jf;fisAk; 17
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te;jhH vd;w nra;jp gyUf;Fk; njupahJ. ,Jgw;wp ahUf;FNk ,tH nrhd;dJk; fpilahJ. ,tuplk; gapd;w khztHfs;> ,d;W ntw;wpfukhf gy;fiyf;fof gbg;G Kbj;J gy;NtW JiwfspYk; Ntiyngw;W ey;y epiyapy; tho;e;J tUfpd;wdH. gy caH fy;tp khztHfs; gy;fiyf;fofk; nrd;Ws;sdH. 8k;> 9k; tFg;G khztHfs; rthy; eiwe;j Java language ,y; programming nra;fpd;dwdH. Android Mobile App ,id cUthf;fp> Google Play App Store ,y; gjpNtw;wk; nra;Js;sdH. ghlrhiyfspy; cs;s Robotics Club fspy; ek;gpf;ifAld; jq;fis ,zj;Jf; nfhz;Ls;sdH. ,itnay;yhk; fyhepjp tp[aFkhH mtHfs; fz;l fdTfs; edthfp tUk; ehl;fs;. ,j;jifa ntw;wpfis> jdJ ntw;wpahff; fUjhky;> jkpo;r; rKjhaj;jpd; ntw;wpahf fUjpatH mtuJ fdTfs; edthfp tUk; Ntisapy; vk;iknay;yhk; Mwhj; Jaupy; Mo;j;jp tpl;Lr; nrd;Ws;shH. ,tUld; gofpatHfs; ghf;fparhypfs;> ,tupd; el;gpidg; ngw;Wf;nfhz;ltHfs; mjpH\;lrhypfs;. ,tuplk; gbj;j khztHfs; nfhLj;J itj;jtHfs;. xU epug;gg;gl Kbahj ngupa ntw;wplj;ij tpl;Lr; nrd;Ws;s md;dhupd; epidTfis neQ;rpy; Rke;J> mtupd; NritfisAk;> rhjidfisAk; nfhz;lhLNthk;. (This article uses the fonts “Poobalam” , one of the Ragam series Tamil Fonts, Designed by Dr. S. Vijayakumar in 1989)
with Raji, and Gnanapandithan’s sons - Saran & Kavin Ezhanadu Anbu Illam Fundraising Event in 2015
Eulogy for Vijayakumar from his student
Vijay mama has a special relationship with each and every one of us. To our parents, he is the reassurance that their children would foster a profound identity with knowledge. To us, his students, he is the mentor that instills the motivation to pursue knowledge in all areas- particularly those areas that are the most challenging and unfamiliar to us. For Vijay mama, a challenge is a gift. A challenge gives him the opportunity to grow, and that challenge gives us the opportunity to witness one man perform a live google search. This of course means that he is searching through the never ending stacks of books and writing on the dry-erase tables, because he would rather write on a table than your conventional pen and paper. He is unique in every aspect, and only a truly unique mind and heart like his causes us to feel this feeling. This bittersweet feeling that we feel is the thought that we wonâ€™t get to share our weekends with Vijay mama. He is our guru in its entire divinity, and he is our support in our lives, our careers, our families, and our dreams. We have not lost him because his knowledge continues to breathe through every student. From my family to yours, we send our deepest condolences, but Vijay mama, you are always our family. We will take your teachings and continue to search for more challenges, just the way that you did. By: Saakethiya Sriranjan (on behalf of his students)
Late Dr. Vijaykumar Sinnadurai – one who lived to his utmost ability By S.Mathiroban, Canada
As the time passes one’s generation grows. In a Mathematician’s language, the generation grows in as a binary tree. As the generation grows, they move and spread in space, sometime losing the physical connection with their relatives. Though the generation is lost in time and space, inheritance of behavioral traits randomly emerge somewhere along the family binary tree. Blood is thicker than water, indeed. My maternal grand-mother and Sinnudurai thaththa - loving brother and sister lived in Uduppiddy, branched off and built their own family tree in two different places. At that time, distance between Uduppiddy and Point Pedro was far greater than the technologically connected time now. Family lost the connection except attending for special functions. First time (and last time) I connected with Vijeyan uncle was when I landed in Canada 15 years ago to do my post-graduate studies. As we talked, I realized my interest and his research are in the same topic - computational continuum mechanics. I always looked for scientific explanation and mathematical pattern/relation in things I encounter. Later, I learnt Vijeyan uncle preached the same to his students, and in fact he advised all his students to study human body to mathematically understand the life process. I mentioned to him about my failed attempt (due to 9/11 attack in New York) to get into this field and my interest in perusing this field. He advised me to contact him after completing my Master degree, so I can complete research in computational continuum mechanics. Once again we got lost in time and space as I moved to several North American cities due to work reason. After that, we only ‘briefly met’ again on his last days. I have been hearing how he lived his life, and contributed to the well-being of his community (both Tamil community and student community) at the best of his ability. This is well documented and spoken about in recent days among students and my co-workers (who uses the software he developed in Rockscience Inc.). His achievements and contributions came to light only after his death - that’s how simple life he led his life, ignoring fame and power. 23
For Tamil literates and media, he created and crafted Tamil fonts in key board; for a student wanting to learn, he sat patiently, days long, to bring the answer from the same brain which created the question; for students who needed to move on in computational research, he imparted the fundamentals of coding and programing; for those engineers who wanted to model complex engineering challenges, he coded continuum mechanics in complex mathematical equation (as a mathematician worked for Rockscience Inc.). Overall, he lived his life to his last moment (yes, literally to his last moment) providing his utmost ability to the world. Vijaya uncle was able to live to his utmost intellectual ability because he ignored what is ‘small things’ in life. Life introduces several distractions along the path. Those who focus on their inherent ability only live and complete their life. In this regard, Vijeyan uncle lived his life. He was able to live up to his utmost ability because he didn’t care to use his intelligence to solve petty matters in his life. People of this caliber, intellectual but innocent or ignorant on petty matters, lived in the past, and Vijeyan uncle will be one on this list. In Hinduism, this character is regarded as one of Godly nature (with corresponding term ‘Bolenath’). As he lived with this Godly nature, and so his union with the Almighty. Let us be guided by the imprint he made in our life.
Batch Mates - University of Peradeniya (1972-75) C Paheerathan: Very sad to hear. I met him a few years ago with Homer. He has been helping students with maths as a service. He was my neighbour back in Point Pedro. I think one of the Siyawasa Gold medallists. Lakshman Jayawardena: May his soul rest in peace. He was my 2nd year vacation training buddy at Port commission. Very nice person and highly intelligent. I have never met him after graduation 1976. M.M. Kumaraswamy: Yes, very sad and brings back good memories too. He was a helpful and pleasant guy who always had something interesting to say. Paheer, you are right regarding Siyawasa Gold medallists. Proof is in attached photo. Chandiran M.Homer-Vanniasinkam: Thanks for the info. I last met him in 2015 with Denis and others and then I had my heart issue and did not meet him as I was busy with my rehab. I Just called his number and was able to speak to someone who gave me details. He has had a massive heart attack two weeks back and did not recover from it. About 4 days back ‘Whatsapp’ informed me that he is on line and I meant to call him but was busy with urgent matter concerning my wife. In fact Denis to inquired about a week or two ago what was the Artist’s name and I had to remind him it is the same Viji that he met the last time he was here in Toronto. Then Viji had just recovered after some Surgery and looked very thin. Mary Tissarachchi Sorry to hear about the passing away of Vijayakumar. I think he would have been part of my lab group in 1972. Praying for his loved ones left behind to find comfort & strength at this difficult time. Joseph Mendis: I did not have much association with Vijayakumar but I heard the great things he did. May his soul rest in peace!
U Koswatte: This is indeed sad news. Vijayakumar was a brilliant guy in our batch. Well talented quiet person. He had two brothers. One was 4 years junior to us in Efac. The other, the younger one is a well-known Cardiologist in Sri Lanka. When he heard about it he had visited Toronto. I sent a condolence msg to him and I copy below his reply which explains what happened to Vije. N.S. Sivakumaran: He was Amirthanathan’s room-mate at Akbar and I used to hang out with them there. He and I had a special bond because of art. Dr. C L V Jayathilaka was an artist too, and he encouraged both of us to display our artworks in the bulletin board outside the Engineering faculty canteen. Vijayakumar often said that art had to be something different from what photography could achieve, while I was going for photo-realism. His art of Einstein’s face as a red paper cut-out still visible in my mind. He was a very talented artist and will be missed.One by one everyone is leaving the planet; the rest of us have to be even closer. Jayantha Anandappa: I was deeply saddened to hear of Vijayakumar’s passing away. Yes, in our third year (1974) we were in the ground floor of the new wing. I was rooming with CBR Perera, Colin with Regno and Amir with Vijaykumar. I also recall Homer too was a frequent visitor the ground floor. Yogathasan was another who was in the ground floor or a frequent visitor. Particularly during the cram time. I also recall Vijayakumar was hardly in his room in the evenings even during cram time, as he used to go to the gym for badminton. He was no doubt a very gifted artist. One Saturday morning when I dropped in to have a chat with Amir, Vijayakumar asked me to sit in his room and sketched my portrait. This ended up in the Notice Board at the entrance of the Canteen. Not sure what inspired him to draw my face, but sadly I have misplaced that portrait which was generally considered very well drawn and representative. Yes, death is no longer an abstract idea- not any more.
Nirmalarajan T: I share the sentiment already expressed here. Viji was always with a beaming smile on his face. One of the most energetic guys in our batch. Yes, he was a great artist too. In our second year he was boarded at ‘Samanala’ (Penideniya) with quite a few of our batch-mates. I was not fortunate enough to meet him since we left Peradeniya. Thanks Gamini for posting recent photos of him and thanks Paheer for posting the email carrying the obituary notice from Hartley old boys. Deepest sympathies to his family and friends. Siva Varathan: May he rest in peace. Vijayakumar as we knew was a real thathaya (brilliant guy) and was multi-skilled. While he was at Samanala, the boarding house where we were together in our second year, he never wasted a minute. Did sculptures on bar soaps and always did various forms of artworks. He studied ‘less’ like us, but sure, he knew much more than us. Sadly I didn’t have any contact after campus days. Hearing about his service back to the community at home, he certainly will be remembered by all. May God bless his soul. Ramaier Sriram: As a part of the ME group Vijayakumar’s and my life journeyed together leaving memories. I recall that we did an internship at the post commission at the end of our second year but lost direct contact since graduation. Through indirect channels like Dennis, Herman and a few juniors, news of him filtered in. Prayers for his soul and the comfort of his family. Another brother down. S Devapriya Dewasurendra (2 years junior): So sad to hear of the passing away of Vijayakumar, whom I remember as an evergreen (always smiling and happy) guy, among quite a few others, in that New Wing Ground Floor, whom I never forget for the kindness shown to us first years in 1974. Please convey our heartfelt condolences to his family.
Jayantha Ameratunga Condolence: Our prayers are with your family and you. Brings back a lot of memories from our time together in Peradeniya. How many times I have used your lecture notes. Your artistic ability was not second to your mathematics ability. Although I havenâ€™t seen you since we left University I was happy to see the photos when Canadian Alumni got together last year. Kathir We are extremely sad to inform you the passing away of Dr S Vijayakumar in Toronto. -Dr Vijayakumar is an old boy of Hartley and a good athlete. -Dr Vijayakumar had contributed to the community in a significant level. -Dr Vijayakumar is the first one to come up with robotic programming course for school kids within Tamil community. -Dr Vijayakumar has developed Tamil fonts. A good Academic person, worked at University of Toronto as a lecturer/researcher. -Dr Vijayakumar brothers are (Ravikumar - Engineer, Sri Lanka) and Dr. Mithrakumar (Cardiologist, Sri Lanka) are also Hartleyites -Dr. Mithrakumar is a world Interventional Cardiologist, the first person to perform angioplasty surgery in Asia as an alternative to open Heart surgery. G E Amirthanathan Condolence: We are deeply saddened by the news of your departure. Although I didnâ€™t meet you after graduating from Peradeniya campus, I cherish the fond memories of the time spent at Peradeniya as your room mate. Your artistic and analytical skills were great. Our thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones at this time of grief.
Tamil Font Samples Developed by Dr. S. Vijayakumar
Sample Fonts that developed in other languages by Dr. S. Vijayakumar
Gayathri - Malayalam
GujaratiElite - Gujarati
Hemavathy - Sinhala
Photo Gallery of Dr. Sinnathurai Vijayakumar