A big heart of pure gold well concealed in a big frame, he was Sundari (what's in a name 2) to friends. He had a knack of hitting the nail on the headlike telling SK he was a punk or Hari that he was nank bad or delivering his opinions on courses many of which he only had a 'nodding' acquaintance with. Sundari revitalised the sagging art of sympathetic CP by vigorously nodding his head at regular intervals to catch the instructor's eye. Sundar slept to the monte-carlo strains, danced to "heigh-ho" and was all at sea when it came to the beginners 'cross-word" Ramu framed for him.