Memories

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 as Doordarshan’s signature tune ushered in the day’s program with an…

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Family, Memories

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 pulled into the Dadar Railway Station and as the train slowly…

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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 money order that my dad sent him each month and there…

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Books, Memories

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 one such book and I just finished reading it last night.…

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Memories

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 not one of these individuals.  I had no intentions of starting…

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Memories

Romance of Postage Stamps

“Romance of Postage Stamps” was a book on postage stamps that I read several times in the late seventies and early eighties.  I’m not sure how it came into our possession, it might have been a gift from my grandfather or my brother might have bought it.  It was a neat book that provided an excellent overview to an amateur…

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Books, Memories

Libraries

Fourth grade was an exciting time for me.  I changed schools and was now studying in the same school as my older brother.  An impressive colonial-era building, with large sprawling fields – I was fairly intimidated and in awe the first few days.  It was also the first time in my life that I had access to a library.  The…

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Memories

Garuda

Religion is a way of life in India.  It permeates almost every aspect of daily living but not in an obtrusive or militant fashion.  The landscape is dotted with temples, mosques and to a lesser extent gurudwaras and churches reflecting the religious composition of the population.  There are grand complexes several centuries old and modest one room structures.  As a…

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Books, Memories

Enid Blyton

Good authors have the ability to fire up our imagination while great authors have the ability to transport us to the magical world they weave with their words.  Children of today’s generation will probably nod their heads and point to J.K. Rowling but for a large group of children of my era, the author of choice was Enid Blyton.  Many…

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Ganesha Habba

Long before Facebook, Tumblr and blogs. Long before Netscape Navigator and IE, there were Usenet groups and harried students trying to finish up their theses. I used to frequent alt.culture.karnataka (ACK) and this was my contribution to the “Bangalore: A Nostalgic Perspective” thread. I had posted this in June 1994.  These were my recollections of how we used to celebrate…

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