I sit here in Kuttikanam in the tree house, the flags of Misty Mountain Resort gently billow in the breeze. Across the road is the house of Devas, famed restauranter, comic genius, father of four close friend of mine and probably well known to all of you. I have to announce sadly that he is no more, he died last week. One week ago, here in Kuttikanam we were having a few brandies and beers with Devas, Lucosh, Rakesh our new friend Mike. It was the last we were ever to see of Devas. The following morning he walked back to his shop at 5.30 a.m as was his daily routine to read a selection of the local papers before opening the shutters of his restaurant to his customers. He died of a heart attack at his desk whilst reading. All here in Kuttikanam will miss him.
Underneath the sadness many great memories remain one, most recently, in his restaurant. Another guest Jamie; with probably the most well spoken accent I have ever heard; was asking Devas for more Parrotha’s and curry. Devas feigned bemusement and said ‘ your English is very difficult to understand here only everyone knows Michaels’ English” grinning encouragingly as I translated the perfect Queens into a mumbling mix of broad Northern and mis –pronounced Malayli words.
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Mike I'm so sorry to hear this sorrowful news. Please pass on my condolences to everyone.
Just seen this - how very sad.
Mr Devas.
A great man that provided us all with so many fond and hilarious memories from Kutikanam.
He was in my opinion Kutikanam.
I think Mr Devas was seen in his greatest form one morning when Michael and I dared to enter the restaurant by clambering under the roller shutter prior to official opening.
Devas did not even raise an eye to our goulish trespass nor did he acknowledge our requests for Chai and chip pea curry + parotta.
He instead continued to read thru the paper and organize the restaurant for the morning ahead, still without acknowledging our existence.
He strolled over to the roller door heaved it up with Devas intensity strolled back to our table and greeted us as though we had just walked into the restaurant.
It were one of the most brilliant pieces of acting I have ever witnessed.
The ludicrous stories we could all tell of the great
man could fill a book such was his passion for the seemingly absurd and for a good laugh.
May he rest in peace. I for one will never forget him he really made a mark on my life.
Tears In the eyes
Pat
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