Nirmala Nina Sudhira Tiagi

My Tribute to Ms T I will remember Ms T for many aspects of our friendship. It is impossible to do Ms T justice but Firstly, there was Ms T's kindness. Ours was a 20 year friendship. Nina was as good and loyal a friend as one can have had. We spent many an hour with the older partner usually leading the younger in her words ‘astray' to the fun activities: dance, drink, good food and music (not always in that order!). Nina was as tough on the surface as she was kind underneath. She kept the inner childs sense of fun. I will never forget Nina's ‘NO'. This was often best dealt with by putting on the reversing lights and reversing out of the room (if this was an option). This would within a short time become ‘Darling lets go and have a drink …'. Secondly, there Ms T as a valued colleague. Our boss was right ‘we will miss her expertise as well as her energy and sense of humour'. Finally, and most importantly Ms T's legacy. Nina will not be forgotten by anyone who met her. We fortunate to have Nina's advice: work hard, be kind, play tactically and remember knowledge is power. Eat lots of potatoes (she always said she thought Who do you think you are would find her to be ‘a distinguished Irish Indian'). Nina's was a contented and full life with talents across academia, art, dancing, fashion (she was a memorably striking dresser often adorned with her own jewellery), friendship and law. Nina was a brilliant bon viveur and raconteur who equally loved and was loved by her nephews and nieces (Avee, Anoushka, and Chantelle) and a family of whom she was rightly fiercely proud. Nina's wide circle of family and friends will truly miss her but never forget her and she has left her mark. Ninas was a life fully and well lived. Alan Birbeck, Friend and Colleague The Lake Isle of Innisfree BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.