Sivadasan Continues Defamation
by Alummoottil Anoop Channar channar@alummoottil.com
Whenever life gives Sivadasan a free hour (and he seems to have plenty), the idle mind–devil’s workshop proverb comes alive.
This is his workshop’s latest masterpiece to my father-in-law. I wanted to answer only after a few legal wins. The courts have already done half the work for me.
Nevertheless, the way Dasan chose to drag my in-laws into his pettiness, it was a reminder: Wrestling this pig, I’ll get dirty. But the pig, he thinks it is Onam 😉
Sivadasan’s so-called “very brief one-time meeting” at my father-in-law’s house in Chennai was brief only because Dasan can expeditiously mooch free food. Dasan turned up with a “niece” (naturally, someone none of us real nephews and nieces have seen before). Like VIPs, the two polished off breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then burped and left without so much as a thank-you.
This pattern is not new; it’s the same buffet tour Dasan has run for 50 years — at my home in Sterling, my parents’ place in Thiruvananthapuram, and now my in-laws’ home in Chennai. Giving Dasan my in-law’s address was like handing a raccoon the keys to the refrigerator.
On his last trip to India Dasan camped at my parents’ house in Thiruvananthapuram for three full days. Then he complained to members of the community that my mother — who is bedridden from a stroke — “did not allow him” into their home.
Truth: my mother barred Dasan from her room — but that is a precaution every woman must take around Sivadasan. Sivadasan’s daughter and daughters-in-law have gone one better: they have permanently banned him out of their homes with a sign board - PERVERTS, NOT ALLOWED.
If that still needs explanation, try hosting Dasan once. Unless, there are women or children at home. If so, it is not worth the risk.
Impressing in-laws and people with money is Sivadasan’s speciality. Dasan’s “crores” into Alummoottil he BSes about, is only on or after 2023. My wedding was in 2003. Back then, I had to impress my in-laws the old-fashioned way — with academic achievements, merit, and professional qualifications; subjects completely alien to Dasan.
Sivadasan’s story didn’t impress either the lower court or the High Court. The judges told Sivadasan to basically go take a hike.
I don’t blame Dasan for trying to disinherit his nephews and nieces. Greed is Dasan’s life’s work. At 85, he’s not about to switch careers. HC judgment here. Certified Trust Deed copy here
In Season 1 of Sivadasan’s BS, the budget of Alummoottil renovation was just 2 crores. Each time he retells, a crore gets added. Give it some time; it wont stay at 12 crores. Dasan’ll soon quote “thousands of crores” with a straight face.
Like I said before, Rhinos seek Dasan’s advice on how to thicken their pelts.
The sad part is the more Dasan’s numbers grew, the more the Alummoottil Tharavad shrank. The grace, the heritage, the old shcool charm, the major landmarks of the buildings — all destroyed by Dasan’s vanity.
About 15+ crores worth of heirlooms - antiques and valuables - have quietly walked out of Alummoottil since Dasan’s vanity began. Anyone who saw the house before renovation can now play a fun game of ‘spot the missing Heirloom.’
“Emotional attachment is bullshit,” says Sivadasan. Money is everything per Sivadasan’s American language. He boasts about money he has poured into his children, not sure if it has any truth. Yet, today, not one of them even want to talk to him. For a man who worships only money, that is the ROI god has given him.
About the “job” at Sivadasan’s “friend’s” company. I am including my W2s for 2001, 2002, and 2003. Sivadasan’s friend’s first paycheck was in December 2002. I also have the paystub. My income in 2002 was solely that one month salary. So, if Sivadasan subsidized this “friend” to pay me months of salary, I am so glad someone finally cheated Sivadasan; instead of vice versa.
One thing I learnt dealing with this abusive fraud. You ALWAYS keep receipts. ALWAYS. Or Sivadasan will pull one on you.
Regarding living in his house, I am guilty. But it was for exactly five months: I moved from Alabama in May 2002. Due to his abuse, I left in October 2002. Since, Dasan has BSed three years, here is an email from my father to Sivadasan, dated 05 Oct 2002, sent to Sivadasan’s office account. He expressly advises me to move out on account of Sivadasan’s misconduct.
My father almost never speaks against his brother; his intervention shows how serious Dasan’s abuse was. There are more records showing how I was used as a full-time gardener and handyman by him during that period. In fifty years of life, I have never had a darker stretch. The only blessing was valliamma, a gem of a person with a heart of gold. But more on that later.
Again, this is why you ALWAYS keep receipts. Otherwise, Dasan will rewrite history.
Dasa, oronninum athintethaya samayamundu mone… 😉
It is also a good sample of Sivadasan’s math. Just as five months of my stay somehow became “three years”. Likewise, the “12 crores” BS, will not be a paisa more than 1.66 crores. And even that is only around one-tenth of the value of the heirlooms that he has disappeared from Alummoottil.
In Sivadasan’s fiction, at worst, I brandish “weapons and guns” at family members. I’m still welcome everywhere, including Sivadasan’s children’s homes. Sivadasan, on the other hand, is not welcome in his daughter’s or two daughters-in-law’s (and two sons) homes. He is permanently banned. Their reasons are theirs to tell.
But if three women feel safe only when the door is shut on this man, you can guess what Sivadasan must have brandished before them to be subjected to this ban. Your guesses can be wild. But none will come close to truth.
Correction: Sivadasan is referring to his ex-wife #2, not his “wife” here. In Sivadasan’s fog, ex-spouses also blur, like his math and logic.
This is an email this valliamma (in our family that is how we refer to aunt) wrote to me, from her official account, explaining the emotional abuse she was encountering from Sivadasan’s affairs and financial abuse. I have more very graphic ones. They are in waiting when Sivadasan BSes more. The world deserves to know.
Years later, this same valliamma, whom I allegedly treated “as a servant”, spent her birthday with my wife and me in our Springfied home. Soon after, she ran from her marriage, with what little life Sivadasan had left in her. God bless the poor soul wherever she is.
Like I said. You ALWAYS keep receipts. Or Dasan will pull one on you.
Dasan admits one truth: ex-wife #2 was treated like a servant. But that is the stories of all Dasan’s ex-wives and anyone who he has associated with. Full-length tragedies. Yet, Dasan thinks he is the hero in all stories.
One incident on the topic of ex-wives and servants. When I was very young, my father visited Dasan the first time in the US. Dasan was married to ex-wife #1. On the day of his return, the lady lovingy handed my father a few gifts to take back to my mother. In front of everyone, Sivadasan snapped: “She doesn’t want your junk gifts. She needs a servant. Why don’t you go back and be her servant?”
My father almost never criticises his brother, but this line shocked him so much that he still repeats it, word for word. Whenever the topic of basic respect surfaces.
Surely Sivadasan has a police report for this serious pre-meditated attack? No? Perhaps, it got lost in the smoke from Dasan’s both ends?
The comedy peaks at Dasan suggesting I need four men to “teach him his place.” When his 20 goondas forced me to defend myself, I left autographs on each of the leaders’ faces. In bright letters. When Sivadasan kisses their foreheads during goodnight, he would’ve seen the marks I left. If it weren’t for Sivadasan’s walking stick, those would have been on his face. No goonda-services needed. It would have been totally complimentary 😁
For context: Arun B. Unni is Sivadasan’s dearest goonda. Arun peforms all kind of services for the lonely Sivadasan. For Arun, Sivadasan is the master. It’s a symbiotic setup — like the buffalo and the bird. One dungs. The other feeds off the dung fleas.
This is Arun’s wound certificate from Haripad Taluk Hospital dated 09 Aug 2024 at 11:50 AM. Right after the alleged “attack” accused by Dasan above.
Arun’s injury signs as recorded in this medico-legal certificate is a scratch on the wrist. Literally. One scratch on the wrist.
The doctor somehow didn’t see any “lacerations” and “swollen face” on the bird. But the buffalo, sitting in Ohio (USA), observed the detailed injuries. I’d venture that this buffalo is special. A medical marvel. Under appreciated. By today’s radiology fraternity.
This wound certificate is not merely about Arun’s lack of injuries. It is to certify that Sivadasan’s mouth has only three modes: Brag. Mooch. Bull-Shit.
My return tickets to USA was booked for 11 Aug 2024 at 3:30 AM. It was booked on 16 Jul 2024. (see tickets, receipt, and credit card charges ).
Now. For those whose staple is rice, which is logical? I attacked some random goondas on 09 Aug 2024 and then escaped on the first flight out to the USA? Or Sivadasan appointed goondas on 09 Aug 2024, knowing my exact arrival time and day at Alummoottil?
Half a century in America, and Dasan’s only friends in Muttom are still third-rate coolie-thallu goondas — birds of his own feather.
Dasan’s “assault” story shrinks to one line in Arun’s medico-legal certificate. A single scratch on the wrist. So like everything else, the injuries are also Sivadasan’s BS.
With Arun B Unni’s medico-legal certificate I can get the serious charges against me dismissed in an instant. But I am in no hurry.
Because there are many who come to me to mediate on behalf of Dasan. Those who say “he is an old fart, forgive him”. To them, what better way to establish that Dasasn is not just any old fart, but a venomous snake who would orchestrate an attack against his own nephew to disinherit him.
He has a history of saying and doing this to his sister’s children before. I rest my case.
I assure you, this FIR will turn around on him and his goons. I can predict the BS he will say when that happens “it was all a misunderstanding”.
For future generations, this should be Dasan’s legacy at Alummoottil: a low life when compared to even Kochu Kunju Channar. A crook. A coward. And a disgrace to the family.
Sivadasan accusation is that I “fraudulently” uses his tharavad address!
I’m Sivadasan’s brother’s son — if it’s his tharavad, it’s mine too. He perverts this basic logic.
At times, I think Sivadasan doubts his paternity. Nothing else can explain.
When he brays about this next time, remember — Dasan is arguing against genetics, two courts, and basic logic. Please forgive him. It’s habit. Not fact.
Sivadasan’s claim that he “always” used “Alummoottil Sivadasan Channar” is 100% BS. Here is his email from 2003, when he decided to publicly name himself Vimal Kumar. The email is from Sivadasan’s official email account. His official name DAS MADHAVAN. And he wanted to call himself Vimal Kumar.
Like I said. You ALWAYS keep receipts. Or Dasan will pull one on you.
In summary, there is only one difference between Sivadasan and me about the usage of Alummoottil Channar. He started using it at 65. I started using it at 27.
Note Sivadasan’s technique: first the threat, then the fake “honourable” praise — straight out of his bible. The Handbook for Spineless Cowards and Sociopathic Bullies. Poison first, then sprinkle a little sugar on the poison.
As I sign off, I’m reminded of this abusive fraud’s immortal line: “I am not a fake.”
Bold words from a man whose PhD dissertation is on FAKERY: TECHNIQUES TO ATTAIN PERFECTION. Submitted to the UNIVERSITY OF BULLSHITTOGY. At BLOWSMOKETON in THE REPUBLIC OF UPTHEARSELAND.
Alummoottil Anoop Channar (no PhD)
