Series R2D2 – Reclusive Reflections | Deep Deliberations (Name is pretty much self-explanatory, Star Wars fans would understand the wordplay. Enjoy). Title explanation kept short, due to post context.

And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

Don McLean (Source : American Pie, Song)

for the death of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, J.P. Richardson

2016. This year, meant a lot of new beginnings for me personally, but wait, forget about me, doesn’t every year always bring new starts, new theories to try out, new resolutions. New year means good things, new things, revolutions, moral and physical epiphanies.

2016. This year, in its very first fortnight, gave me the emotional roller coaster ride from hell.  These last 14 days, we have been subjected to the worst possible outcomes we’d have wanted to expect from just 14 god damned days. For people who were facing news outages, I’ll quickly point them out

  • David Bowie, passes away, of liver cancer, age 69 (1947 – 10 Jan 2016)
  • Alan Rickman, passes away, of pancreatic cancer, age 69 (1946 – 14 Jan 2016)

Okay, I am going to say it, out loud once and for all. This is not acceptable. This is just not done, I am going to whine about it. Major portions of my childhood just wept out. And this last sentence had me trying really hard not to scream and swear in various languages. But this is where I am going to draw a line. This isn’t a rant, but a tribute. A tribute to two men , may they rest in peace; who gave us a lot of remember, a lot to reflect, works that we would show our grandchildren. A tribute to two men, who defined generous portions of our childhood.

David Bowie. You, sir, are the king of outliers. There is good, there is fun, there is evil, and apart from all this categorization, where ragged regularity ends and eccentricity begins, that’s where David Bowie lived.


No, you were not boring at all. In fact even now, as I write this, there’s Space Oddity playing in the background. You changed the way I looked at rock. You took alternative rock and wore it like a shirt, you did. You changed the said shirt so many times and in so many ways that would put a chameleon to shame.

I am not a prophet or a stone aged man, Just a mortal with potential of a superman. I’m living on.

–  David Bowie

You will not die. You are indeed the man who sold the world. No sir, you shall not die. We, the people who still have music in us, refuse to let you die. You will live on, in our hearts, where you shall have a permanent place. The odd brilliance of this man, is very evident in his song Lazarus, do give it a listen guys, he sings

Look up here, I’m in heaven
I’ve got scars that can’t be seen
I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen
Everybody knows me now

At this point, I am just speechless. I am going to be honest here, I can not think of anything to say that would gratify this. All I can say is, you are one of a kind, in all aspects imaginable and unimaginable.

Alan Rickman, where shall I begin, in fact, I wouldn’t begin your tribute with a description, I will begin your tribute by saying this

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villian.

The Dark Knight

You, Mr. Rickman, as our one and only Snape, did both. You lived long enough as a villian and died a hero. I was sad in the movie, I am sad in real life. I am not going to mention your contribution to show business in the other good movies that you acted in, because you gave us so much in just one damn series. More than anyone else could have, you have left an impact on us, we saw our high school bullies in you, we saw our worst enemies in you. You gave us a perfect antagonist. You were perfect. The movies had us hating you, then pitying you, then soon loving you. You, Mr. Rickman, made that possible and for that, I bow my head and thank you from the bottommost pits of my heart.


To both you men, I bid adieu. I promise to keep you and the things you gave us close to me, at all times and remember the hours spent listening to (Bowie) and watching (Rickman) your songs/movies. I hope what I read in twitter, is actually true, because if it is, I know you are doing what you are best at, just in another place.


To my friends, who are grieving, quite understandably. I get it guys, I am grieving too, but let me give you a silver lining, if I say so myself. There is the light in the end of a long tunnel . There are two other major elements of our childhood that are reuniting to give us a nostalgic high.

  • The F.R.I.E.N.D.S group is briefly reuniting to perform once more, albeit for a short period of time.
  • Guns n Roses ex-members Slash and Duff McKagan rejoin the band for Coachella – 16 and possibly for the near and hopefully far future.

This news is huge, but even I admit, pales in comparison to the loss we as the “90’s kids” endured, but let us keep our chins up, we owe it to Bowie and Rickman that we see them off as grown kids (yes, kids) they helped mould. Good times will come. I end my note, with an excerpt from The Ode to West Wind.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Percy Bysshe Shelley, an Ode to the West Wind.

With lots of Love, respect and admiration

S. Narayanswamy Iyer