sans serif records with deep and profound regret the passing away of the legendary photo-journalist Tamabarahalli Subramanya Satyanarayana Iyer better known as T.S. Satyan in Mysore this afternoon.
Mr Satyan was five days away from his 86th birthday.
He is survived by his wife Nagarathna, children, grandchildren and a City (and a profession) he dearly loved till his last breath.
Mr Satyan belonged to a golden generation of the Maharaja’s College in Mysore in the 1940s, from which almost everybody ascended to reach great heights in life. He took to photojournalism at a time when neither photography nor journalism was the first-choice profession and communicated with images the way another famous co-townsman of his (R.K. Narayan) did with words: simply and honestly, without any frills.
His work chiefly appeared in Deccan Herald and The Illustrated Weekly of India, and in Time, Life and Christian Science Monitor.
Fittingly, for someone who was full of zest, Mr Satyan titled his memoirs In love with life. In the last few years, the octagenarian developed a love for the wired world, and wrote several pieces for sans serif, whose friend, wellwisher and guide he remained from the day of its inception.
T.S. Satyan on churumuri.com:
Once upon a time, early in the morning
The R.K. Narayan only I knew
Once upon a time during the Quit India movement
Mysore’s shortest man was only in height
The Raja said, ‘Why don’t you go with Mohini?’
The cop who stopped the maharaja
T.S. Satyan on photography
The genius of the Indian villager