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…
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…
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…
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…
My mother used to tell me that my brother and I never had the kind of fun that she and her siblings had when they were young and that my nephews did not have the kind of fun that my brother and I did. It is true that she was subject to less academic pressures than my brother and…
It had been a couple of months since we had moved to Massachusetts. My daughter and I decided to visit the Museum of Science in Boston on a Saturday and so we took the red line in to the city. The directions on the web site said that we could alight at Charles MGH and walk down to the Museum.…
I had written this in July 2013, barely a month after my mother passed away following complications after a bypass surgery. Eulogies are the norm, but I wish I had shared some of these thoughts with her when she was alive. Fair warning, it is a long read. It had been a few days after her bypass surgery. A bunch of…
When it comes to sports, cricket has been always been, my first love. I grew up playing cricket on the streets in Bangalore. Being an English sport, there is a rich lore associated with the game and I would happily curl up on my cousin’s couch on visits to Bombay, reading articles by Neville Cardus or John Arlott. It was…
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…
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…