Sudeshna Sengupta
Here's a link to Google Photos where you can view and download pictures of Subhashish's memorial service that my friend Libby took:https://goo.gl/photos/xFTXCcvTMThURtVJ8Thank you!-Sudeshna
Birth date: Sep 1, 1963 Death date: Sep 29, 2015
Subhashish Sengupta was born on September 1, 1963, in New Delhi, India, to the parents of Prasun and Sipra Sengupta, and passed away on September 29, 2015, as a resident of Vallejo, California. As a boy he was inquisitive, full of Read Obituary
Here's a link to Google Photos where you can view and download pictures of Subhashish's memorial service that my friend Libby took:https://goo.gl/photos/xFTXCcvTMThURtVJ8Thank you!-Sudeshna
(Part 2 of 2 of a Sister's Remembrance….)You moved out to live in I-House in your graduate years. That was the first time in my life that you werenâ??t living at home – with me. I was the dutiful daughter at home, and you were the â??rebelâ? who set off on his own, starting to build your independent life. I met the love of your life, Valerie, and we all went to Great America, with Bob and his sister. Valerie was breathtakingly beautiful! I saw someone different in you – a man in love. A courteous, chivalrous man, not the same person who would stick his stinky feet at me after taking off his socks, just to get a reaction from me. I truly wished you could have brought her home to meet our parents sooner than it happenedâ?¦. but it was a transition for Ma and Baba, to see you grow into a young man – a transition that was difficult, I think, for Baba, especially since he was in the middle of a lot of struggles then. I was beginning to see an adult in you – intriguing.Then, my world changed: I was living on my own for the first time in my life of 20 years – thrown into a lot of unknowns. You were established: your own apartment, own girlfriend, own friends, own life – you cooked your own meals, which were often delicious! You did your own laundry and even ironed your clothes. I became the â??rebelâ?. Too busy establishing and experiencing independence to get to know you, my adult brother, who lived right around the corner from me.I wish I had spent more time with you then, than avoiding you.Flash forward: you are a father. How wonderful to see your gentleness with and love of your baby girl! How fascinating to see wisdom come from you as she grows! Even though I see the father, husband, boss, and all your various roles and responsibilities, I also see that playful person – teasing all the ladies in your family, watching professional wrestling with your daughter, who actually liked it!And in our hours of need, when our mother was ill and recovered, and later when you became ill, and we all prayed for your recovery: our hearts and minds were united. Our love of family and each other was bright and clear, like the noonday sun. All differences had faded. All misunderstanding was raised to the light of Godâ??s love and melted away, to reveal grace for one another. Our goals were united: take care of one another, help one another, be with one another, and carry one another. What I couldnâ??t do you would do. And what you couldnâ??t do I would do.Once again, my precious Dada, you pave the way for me on a trail that I will one day follow – into eternity.Love,Runi
My Dearest Dada (elder brother),I think my earliest memory of you is following you and your friends around, while sucking my thumb, near our house in Delhi – I wanted to be part of your cricket team, and you would have none of it! But then, since we were ready-made companions, you introduced me to badminton – right outside that house. I always looked up to you – everything you did I wanted to do. And you did such fun things, always with a twinkle in your eye, to see how folks would react! We started our adventures in life together, with you as my reluctant Pied Piper.Then, our worlds changed as we left our safe haven in India, to meet Baba (dad) in Teheran. We were scared though excited: a new country, a new language, no one we knew, a new world. We landed in Teheran at night, and Baba greeted us in a limo! I canâ??t remember where we stayed, but eventually we had a new home in the snow-covered streets of Teheran – another first for both of us! Our first day in our new home introduced us to T.V. and Sesame Street. I remember Ma (mom) and Baba had to go to some functions for work and we would have our noses glued to the windows, wondering when they would come back. I remember you were scared that something might have happened to them, and I would reassure you. I remember you and I would laugh endlessly at how much Babaâ??s driver resembled Hitler in his looks (only! thank goodness!). Where ever you would lead I would follow.After Iran, we went to Jakarta, via Geneva, and maybe even Bombay and Calcutta – I canâ??t remember the various detours we took before Babaâ??s next assignment. He had another driver, but this time, you would handle the steering wheel while he worked the pedals and gear to and from school. I quietly sat wondering if I should dare ask to drive: but you were fearless! Where there was an adventure to be had, you were sure to blaze ahead. And I would follow, enjoying your moxie, but too timid to lead the way; having fun seeing you try all the exciting things – and scared when you got into trouble, which was frequently, given your restlessness. One summer, I remember you became a giant – you had easily grown at least 3-4 inches – all legs and energy. I think you began to like girls, because Ma found a picture of a girl in your drawer while folding away your laundry. When she asked you about it, you were shy and made up some story – you didnâ??t want to say that you liked her. That was the first time I saw a private side of you, after having shared a room with you growing up. It was the beginning of your adolescence.In hindsight, I wish we were closer in our childhood years. As we grew up, we seemed less companions and more adversaries, trying to carve out our individuality in reaction to each other and our changing circumstances.In high school, you were my â??coolâ? brother. The girls in your year probably had crushes on you. I was the little sister with the giant green bag and a speech impediment – very awkward. But you had the right style: a true knapsack, beautiful hair, sharp features, right clothes – handsome. Even though I was no Quasimodo, I couldnâ??t help but be proud to be your sister going to the same school: good looks, popular, good grades. A prince. â??Thatâ??s my brother!â? You learned to drive and took us to school, when we missed the timing of the various buses and cable cars that took us from Albany to S.F. You were a fast though capable driver. I learned how stylish tail gating was from you. I wish you hadnâ??t started smoking at 16. I know how hard it is to stop something willfully when it has a hold on you. Yet, I still didnâ??t know your heart or your mind; I was too busy having arguments with you – I canâ??t even remember about what.(End of Part 1 out of 2)
Subhashish and I met as classmates and forged a strong friendship in the crucible that is the Mechanical Engineering program at Berkeley. Subhashishâ??s quick wit and deadpan humor, along with the occasional breaks taken together out in the balcony – kitty corner from the mechanical engineering computer lab in Etcheverry hall, made burning the oil, frequently well past the midnight hour, a bonding experience. I can still visualize these memories as if they occurred just yesterday. That, along with waiting for Subhashish to complete ironing his T-shirt before he would step out of his dorm-room at the International House to go to a party or even to go play pool at the Bearâ??s Lair.In all seriousness, Subhashish was a man of many talents and accomplishments and someone I hold in the highest regard. He was quintessentially multi-cultural in his outlook, possibly rooted in his upbringing and early exposure to various cultures around the world – his father was a member of the United Nations. I remember a conversation with him after seeing a concert with Ali Akbar Khan and Zakir Hussein (having been totally blown away by their music) where we wondered whether the next generation will learn to appreciate our Indian heritage. He was also someone who held his family and friends very dear. I will especially cherish that as a part of our graduation celebration we teamed up to honor and thank our parents taking both of our families out to dinner.Iâ??m not sure whether I introduced Subhashish to Long Island Iced Tea or it was the other way around, but I fondly remember meeting up late Friday evenings at the Ale House toasting each other with Iced Tea and Nachos. This was often preceded by either a round of pool at the Bearâ??s Lair or a game of Indus Volleyball after a long week of classes with a quick breaks at Top Dog in between for lunch. Sometimes we would end up at a café instead, where Subhashish taught me the difference between a Latte and a Cappucino. These memories are all colored by his quick wit, a sincere laugh, and a warm smile. I will miss him dearly and cherish the many great memories of our times together.We all have regrets and one of mine is that, after moving to the East Coast, I didn't make a greater effort to stay in closer touch with Subhashish. I met him in person last at a reunion dinner at Spengerâ??s restaurant in 2009.Subhashish has always been a fighter, playing and winning even against tough odds. I was especially proud of him when he informed me that he got into the Mechanical Engineering Graduate program at Berkeley, having fought his way from the start of his college career at Contra Costa College to end up at one of the premiere graduate programs in Mechanical Engineering in the world. So when we heard he was sick, I kept my fingers crossed with high hopes banking on the positive reports and minimizing the setbacks. His recovery wouldn't have surprised me at all.So, with profound sadness I say goodbye to Subhashish. Here I echo what many who knew him have also said â?¦ Subhashish lived his life to the fullest and he would very much want that all of us remember him as a man with integrity, a ready smile, impeccable style, and someone who cared deeply for – and was loved deeply by – his family and friends. He was a good friend and I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to get to know him. He will be missed.
I have many fond memories of Subhashish but the one that sticks out most is the time he helped my daughter who was majoring in electrical engineering study for a final exam in one of her sophomore level engineering courses. He said, "It's been awhile since I've looked at this stuff but I'll give it a shot". They went at it for hours. Subhashish was patient and engaged and didn't stop until he was comfortable they had covered her entire problem set. His hard work paid off, she earned a B in the class, went on complete her EE degree and is now working as an engineer with Microsoft. Thanks Subhashish!! We love you and will always remember your humorous nature and kind spirit.Paula S
After my tennis game today, I started to remember my tennis matches with Subhashish during our college days at Cal. He had a sweet one-handed backhand that I always admired. I had been introduced to Sub, as we affectionately called him, by some of my engineering friends that had classes with him. We clicked instantly. We enjoyed the same kind of humor. Subhashish labeled our brand of humor deadpan. When we were with other friends, we would often bounce jokes of each other all night long.All kidding aside, Subhashish was a great friend for many years to follow. Although we didnâ??t see each other often given that we lived on opposite sides of the country, when we did meet, it felt like no time had passed as we picked up where we left off. Three things stood out about Subhashishâ??he was a man of his word, he was a family man, and he was a self made man.If Subhashish said that he was going to do something at a certain time, he would make sure he would be there a few minutes early and finish the job. In my years knowing him, he never disappointed. I used to remember that I would tell him to come to my place to watch the 49ers during the glory years of the 1980s. A few times, I would still be in bed after partying the night before but Subhashish would show up right on time on Sunday morning. Last year, we met again to watch our beloved 49ers in Danville. This would be the last time that we would see each other. We celebrated that day with a 49er victory.His devotion to his family was something that I also admired. One day after playing tennis during our college days, we went out to lunch at one of our favorite Chinese restaurants. At the end of the meal, he ordered three more of the lunches that we had. I asked if he was a bit hungrier than normal. He said that he wanted to share our meal with his parents and sister back at home. More recently, we would chat about what Ruchika was up to and how he was so proud of her. He would do anything for her and Valerie without hesitation.Perhaps, the one thing that I most admired about Subhashish was his determination to make a better life for himself and his family. I remember vividly when he bought his first car and moved into his first apartment after he got his first job. He was always humble with his achievements which were many.While I am still coming to grips with the fact that one of my best friends has left us, he would want us to remember the good times that we shared with him. I will always cherish those moments. As I watch our beloved 49ers today, I will save seat for him because I know he will not be late for the kickoff.
My remembrance to my dear friend Sub.I remember seeing Sub many times before actually speaking to him. We often sat with and spoke with the same people in our engineering classes. I must have been somewhat intimidated by his appearance that made me seem stand-offish in Subâ??s eyes; which he told me later after we had become good friends. Sub was a person you could not miss; he had radiance with his good looks, stylish clothes and disarming yet mischievous smile. Another friend characterized Sub as a sophisticated dude.I used to make fun of him for going to a school called FABS ("are you sure it is not FOBs, ha ha!), but respected him for his worldliness. We spent many late nights together in Etchevery Hall, working on projects, taking coffee breaks and smoking on the balcony. We ate out and drank together on most weekends. Sub had an apartment a block away from mine and we hung out at each otherâ??s place all the time. Sub was a very warm person whose company everyone enjoyed. I remember talking with Sub when he was interested in Valerie and his decision to get married, propose to Valerie. We both had our only child at the same time and during those early years we discussed how great it was to be a father. With thousands of miles between us, we saw each other less frequently. I last saw Sub and his family at a reunion dinner at Spengers Restaurant in the summer of 2009 â?? it was great and like no time had passed â?? his friendship is timeless to me. Iâ??ll miss you Sub.Your friend,Sumanta Ray
Subhashish I can remember what our last conversation was about coming home from Valdez's Christmas party. Memories are precious. May God's blessings be on you in your home in heaven and on your family. Sincerely, Love Rosa Lee