Books, Memories

The Readers Digest

  When I look back over the years, some of the most memorable gifts that my brother and I have received were the annual subscriptions to Readers Digest.  These were gifts from our uncle Vijumam and they extended for probably a period of 5 years in the mid to late eighties.  Vijumam was a voracious reader.  Besides buying novels, he…

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Memories, Sport

Running Blues

It’s May.  The mornings are cool, temperatures are still in the 40s, the air is nippy but the sun shines brightly.  The trees that were gaunt and barren until a few days ago are covered with fresh, bright green leaves.  And there are people jogging on the side of the road as I drive to work.  There are the few…

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Memories

Taco Bell

Taco Bell is the sole surviving fast food joint in the dystopian world of the movie “Demolition Man”.  As much as audiences groaned, I really wouldn’t mind that.  Taco Bell holds a special place in my heart.  Due to a quirk, I did not receive my I-20 from Clemson in time, so I had to enroll at LSU and then…

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Books, Memories

The Children’s Encyclopedia

If I was to conduct a census of the population of books residing in our cupboard in the late seventies and early eighties, I would find an interesting mix of books.  There were a few permanent residents, chiefly books that we had bought or had been gifted.  A few temporary residents – usually books borrowed from friends that would reside…

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Memories

Coming to America – Part 3

Hari was at the station to pick me up.  Wait there were three others.  Brief, quick introductions – Bipin, Vish and Manish.  Bipin and Hari, my new roommates, walked home in the rain, while I settled myself at the rear of Manish’s 2 door sedan with my luggage.  A very short drive and I found myself making my way up…

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Nagraj

We were introduced by a mutual friend in the bus on my way to school.  I was probably in 8th grade and the boy introduced to me shook hands with a firm handshake.  He was alert, fit and the corners of his mouth appeared as if they would break into a ready smile at the smallest pretext.  He held a…

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Coming to America – Part 2

“There are a few things to remember in this country”, said my cousin.  We were walking along the banks of the Mississippi.  I had risen in the morning, the effects of jet lag if any, didn’t show on me.  We had an omelet for brunch.  The onion, that I sliced, looked intimidating.  I had never seen one so big in my…

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Books, Memories

The Phantom

As a young boy, I would have to accompany my mother to relatives’ or friends’ houses.  Usually, I would go willingly but sometimes a bribe such as a roll of Poppins would help sway my mind.  It’s not that I did not want to accompany her, its just that if the house that we were visiting had no children of…

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Food, Memories

Sausages

In an earlier blog on Brer Rabbit, I had referred to the fact that I read Enid Blyton’s Brer Rabbit books as a young boy.  One of the stories featured Brer Rabbit eating sausages.  Two things about that puzzled me: I knew that rabbits were herbivores and I wondered why he was eating meat (never mind why he was wearing trousers…

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Memories

Enter the Dragon

Once in a while, a movie comes along that captures the collective imagination of the masses.  It runs to packed houses, dominates conversations and leaves a lasting impression on its viewers.  There have been many such movies over the years and the Star Wars series is an example.  In my memory though, as a young boy, the two movies that fit these criteria…

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