Memories

Chem Club

When I entered 9th grade, I had to choose a club in my High School.  I was a Boy Scout and I had the choice of continuing as a Scout but I didn’t know how to swim. This meant that the First Class badge was out of my reach. ...

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Bedtime Stories

I remember the first time I told my daughter a bedtime story.  She was a little over two and not in the mood to sleep one night. Jungle Book was the ideal story since she loved animals.  Her curiosity was piqued as I narrated the adventures of Mowgli.  When...

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Chasing The Monsoon

While driving through my neighborhood a few months ago, I happened to pass a house that had a number of items placed on its driveway with an accompanying “Free” sign.  There were the usual knickknacks – items once bought but of no interest to the owner now.  What caught...

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Remembering the Radio

Long before Arnab Goswami screamed his opinion on Republic TV, long before cricketers such as Dhoni and Tendulkar touted myriad products on TV, long before another mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo sparred on yet another teary soap-opera spinoff and if you can dare imagine, long before the dirge that served...

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Ajja

The relief marking the end of my final exams in summer would give way to anticipation of my annual trip to Bombay. I would travel by the Udyan Express that would reach Bombay at 7:00 am in the morning. I would peer out of the window as the train...

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Rest in Next

“Rest in next” was the tag line with which my paternal grandfather ended some of his postcards. He lived in Ankola near Karwar on the Western Coast of India. My dad received letters from him on a monthly basis.  The letters were sent to acknowledge the receipt of a...

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Rocket Boys

Once in a while, I come across a book that captivates me.  The author is able to draw me into his or her world and take me along on a journey in which I am an interested and intrigued companion.  Homer (Sonny) Hickham Jr.’s memoirs titled  “Rocket Boys” is...

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Married to my High School

“Don’t expect me to get married to my High School!”, said my daughter in a moment of teenage angst.  “Why do you like your school so much anyway?” Why Indeed? Could it have been that imposing building that I beheld in awe as I entered its portals the very...

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Walking in the woods in winter

“Just make sure you pick up a winter sport, like skiing or snow-shoeing, if not you will get cabin fever!” said the Verizon tech as he was setting up the internet connection in our rental condo.  I had just moved up from Florida and the tech was giving me...

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Looking back at Fifty

No, this is not a reference to my age, though it very well could be.  This is my fiftieth post on this blog and time for me to reflect.  Now I know that there are prolific bloggers who blog every day or even multiple times a day.  I’m certainly...

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