Family & Friends, School

Prakash

Prakash made his presence felt.  Whether it was in a classroom, on a cricket field, on a quiz stage, at a reunion with friends, or really just anywhere.  He had that presence.  A booming voice,  sparkling wit, and an infectious laugh. My earliest memories of Prakash are from Sophia’s.  He stood out with his mop of curly hair.  He was…

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Memories

BTS Memories

My childhood was genuinely happy and for the most part carefree.  I must admit though that a tyrant cast his shadow on my days throughout my school days.  This tyrant was the “Bangalore Transport Service” or “BTS” as it was known then.  Maybe “tyrant” is an exaggeration but I felt that my time was fettered and my life was ruled…

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Family & Friends

Remembering Vijmaam

This blog is a tribute to my maternal uncle, Vijayendra who passed away this day four years ago.  He was Vijmaam (maam – uncle) to me and lived at 24 Shantinath Bhavan, the apartment where my mother and her siblings grew up.  I spent many happy vacations there basking in the love and affection that was showered on me by…

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Memories

Showcase of Memories

Curio cabinets or “showcases” as they are called, were a popular fixture in Indian homes when I was growing up.  They housed items that the family considered to be noteworthy and worthy of display.  These items were not necessarily of monetary value but of sentimental value.  Sporting mementoes, handicrafts, family pictures, religious icons and pictures of saints and gods. During…

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Memories

Tow Tales

We had an interesting experience last week.  I had stopped by the local Indian store to pick some Rotis (Indian flatbread) and when I returned, the van would not start.  After trying to start the van a few times, I called my friend who graciously gave us a ride home. Nikhil was puzzled.  He was puzzled to find himself transported…

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Books, History

Tailor Spy

The little-known story of the 19th-century spy Pandit Kinthup who was the first to ascertain that the Tsangpo and Brahmaputra were the same rivers.

Family & Friends, Nikhil

Back to School Again

As a young boy in elementary school, the end of the summer holidays heralded a familiar knot in my stomach.  The anticipation of meeting my classmates after a long break was tempered by the twin nemeses of every schoolboy – homework, and exams.  Fortunately, our son Nikhil does not seem to suffer from the same malady as me. It was…

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Books, Memories

Old Path New Encounters

There are many stereotypes of Americans, some positive and some negative.  “Lack of cultural awareness” is one of the negative ones and to a certain extent, I have found that to be true in my experience.  There were the occasional “did you have elephants and tigers in your neighborhood?” type questions when I was studying at Clemson. “How is it…

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Nikhil

Aal Izz Well, Sorta!

Have you ever desired, indeed craved, something from the bottom of your heart?  Have you talked about it night and day and asked, nay beseeched, only to have your requests fall on deaf ears?  Have you single-handedly done everything in your power to possess it?  After having done this, have you come tantalizingly close to your object of desire, only…

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Memories

The Cycle of Life

The wind blew through my hair as I pedaled excitedly down the street on a “Junior” bicycle.  I was eight and my brother had been teaching me how to ride a bicycle.  On this Sunday evening, I had finally managed to maintain my balance and pedal down the street without my brother’s steadying hand on the rear of the seat. …

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