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Music composer passes away

Staff Reporter

HYDERABAD: Flute maestro and composer N.S. Srinivasan passed away after a brief illness here on Sunday. He was 75. With a long and illustrious service as producer of the Carnatic music section of All India Radio, Srinivasan was among noted disciples of flautist T.R. Mahalingam. He won several national awards. Srinivasan is survived by his wife Sarada, eminent drama artiste, and daughter Neerada, a Kuchipudi dancer.

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