Books

Our Miss Rossie

“It’s spelled ‘Rossie’ not ‘Rosie’,” said my brother.  He was talking about my recent post in which I mentioned that as a young boy, when I was sick, I spent time reading books, and one of the stories that stuck in my mind was “Our Miss Rosie.”  The story was about a white lady who takes a pair of African-American…

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Nikhil

Need Doctor

“Need Doctor Vomit,” said Nikhil.  He was at the kitchen island, hunched over his iPad as he articulated the words using the icons on his app.  He looked ill.  In fact, he had looked under the weather the previous evening and we had let him sleep in having called his transport office earlier in the morning to let them know…

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Memories

100 Not Out!

“RN by any chance? Read your Taco Bell article and took me back to early 90s Clemson. Were you HN and/or A’s roomie??” read the message in  Facebook Messenger last week.  I instantly recognized the sender and I was happily reacquainted with a friend whom I had last met in 1994.   This was the second such instance of a friend…

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Books

Magical Mystery Books

“A perfect trailer house for Jupiter’s hideout!”, I thought to myself. I was walking on one of the trails in my town, pushing Nikhil’s adaptive wheelchair while Nikhil took in all the sights and pointed out things that caught his interest. We had come around a bend in the trail and the house trailer was jammed between a few truck…

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Family, Nikhil

Timeless

Is it possible to lead a modern (or otherwise) existence without relating to the concept of time? Imagine waking up each day, not knowing or understanding what time it is, indeed what day, month, or the year. Perhaps a troglodyte could, but even he would have some inkling of the seasons when the juiciest berries abound or the seasons when…

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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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