We are deeply saddened to
announce the sudden passing of Manjeshwar Achyuta Prabhu on Monday, May 9, 2011.
He is survived by Shalini, his
beloved wife of 56 years, who used to joke that they met on Boxing Day and had
been sparring ever since.
He leaves his four children,
Anand (Sharon), Bharati (Balakrishna), Pratima (Alan), and Sirish (Debbie) and
his dear granddaughters, Bianca (John), Sasha, Alyson, Maya, and Sonia.
He touched many lives during
his 85 years. He was passionate and philanthropic about making education
accessible to children in need in his native India. He left India with his young
family in 1970 to start working at Bell Northern Research and ended his career
in the service of Canada with the Department of
Communications.
Services to be held in
Bangalore, India.

Selfless, giving father
knew importance of education
by Anand Prabhu,
son of Achyuta
Prabhu
Some people,
they say, are born with silver spoons in their mouths. My father, Achyuta
Prabhu, was not one of them. Riches came to him in other ways, through his love
of family, his philanthropy, and his enduring friendships.
He was born in
Mangalore, India, on Jan. 25, 1926, the youngest of six children - three boys
and three girls. Their home had neither electricity nor running water. Despite
his father's lofty position of headmaster at the local high school, the income
to support a family of eight was meagre. Food was in short supply, clothes were
mostly hand-medowns, and toys were virtually nonexistent. He learned very early
to eat everything off his plate because there never were second helpings.
Education was of
supreme importance to him. Dad always credited his early learning opportunities
for the success he was to have in later years. He used to say that education was
his ticket out of being "comfortably poor." He obtained success because others
gave him the opportunities to advance his studies. But these opportunities were
not without hardship. At one point, he spent several months sleeping on the
sidewalk and studying by street light while in college. Being a selfless and
giving person, he later gave away much of his savings by setting up scholarships
for hundreds of children in need, and building educational facilities at schools
and colleges in his native India.
It was for the
educational opportunities and a better life that he and my mother, Shalini,
brought their four young children to Canada. We arrived in Ottawa in 1970 with
six small suitcases filled with clothes. Everything else had to be purchased,
mostly second-hand. Humble beginnings, yet again. And as one would expect of
him, much success followed through the years. Dad enjoyed a successful career
first at Bell Northern Research, as Nortel was then known, and then at the
Department of
Communications in Spectrum Management.
His family and
the time we spent together meant everything to him. Picnics at Lac Philippe and
at the Mackenzie King Estate were frequent. Breakfasts around the kitchen table
could go on for hours on weekends.
His early life
experiences left a lasting mark on how he led his life. He was always careful
with his spending, saving with financial security in mind. And the kitchen
cupboards were always filled with provisions.
In later years,
after his retirement, Dad was unable to bear the cold winters in Ottawa and
yearned for his homeland. So, my parents became "snowbirds," spending winters in
Bangalore, India, and their summers with each of their four children in Ottawa.
The tradition was that they would leave for India after a family Thanksgiving
and return to Ottawa in the spring. More recently, each time they left, we were
left to wonder if it was the last time we would be seeing either of them.
Dad passed away
suddenly on May 9, 2011, due to a pulmonary embolism and a series of small heart
attacks. The night before, he had been sitting on an upper floor balcony,
nestled in the trees, sipping a fine single malt Scotch. He was no doubt warmly
anticipating the reunion with his family.
He passed away
12 days before he was to return to Ottawa for the summer. Supremely organized as
he always was, his bags were packed and ready to go. He was 85. He leaves behind
his lovely wife of 57 years, four children, and five grandchildren. We miss him
terribly.
Anand Prabhu,
His son