Mohan Ram and I met Kapil Dev, the legendary cricketer the other day. I am exaggerating a bit here. Saying 'hello' and getting smiled at in return would not constitute a meeting. We saw Kapil Dev in person would be more apt. (Mohan Ram ended up taking a selfie though). Cricket fans who watched the... Continue Reading →
1970களில் நாங்கள் மதராசுக்கு குடியேறியதைப்பற்றியும், வெங்கடேஷும், சிவாஜியும் எப்படி நண்பர்களானார்கள் என்பதைப் பற்றியும் முந்தைய சில பதிவுகளில் குறிப்பிட்ருந்தேன். நாங்கள் ஒரே குடியிருப்பில் (postal colony) வசித்துவந்தோம் மற்றும் ஒரே வகுப்பில் பயின்று வந்தோம் (VII A). VII A Vs VII C – My First Cricket Match பெரிய நகரத்திற்க்கு வந்த சந்தோஷம் வெகு நாளைக்கு நிலைக்கவில்லை. பழைய பதிவில் சொன்னனது போல் அஞ்சுகம் பள்ளி, 'நல்ல பள்ளி - கண்டிப்பு நிறைந்த பள்ளி'... Continue Reading →
I have mentioned in some of my previous blogs about shifting to Chennai (Madras as it was known then) in the 1970s and how Shivaji and Venkatesan became my first friends. Not only we stayed in the same locality, we were in same class as well. VII A Vs VII C – My First Cricket Match.... Continue Reading →
சித்திரப் பூ போலே சிதறும் மத்தாப்பு தீயேதும் இல்லாமல் வெடித்திடும் கேப்பு The biggest contribution of WhatsApp, perhaps, is posting all nostalgic stuff at an alarming pace. This feverish posting reaches a crescendo during Diwali where everyone posts how good Deepavali was during their childhood days. Whatever you thought of writing, is already posted and forwarded a million... Continue Reading →
We get to read some of the most inspirational stories in Primary School. I remember two of them vividly; one is the little Dutch boy who plugged the leak in the dyke using his finger saving Haarlem from flooding. The second is, how Robert Bruce, while resting in a cave, got inspired watching a spider... Continue Reading →
"You don't stop riding when you get old, you get old when you stop riding." ― Anonymous The Blog - Why now? Writing the blog about our first southern odyssey twenty five years after we made the trip was one of most difficult tasks I took up in life; Romancing the RX-100 – A Southern Odyssey... Continue Reading →
Emden: The first word for which I learnt etymology is Emden. I did not know the word etymology meant then. My father used this expression, ‘He is an Emden.’ We could understand what he meant by that remark in a particular conversation. It could be, he was praising some colleague’s capability or someone who pulled... Continue Reading →
Two instances triggered this blog; the first one was a joke which came in WhatsApp which went something like this: "Announcement in a SCHOOL "Students who've Parked their cycles in front of d Gate, Plz move their cycles to the Parking area !!" After 30 mins another announcement: "The 400 students who went to move... Continue Reading →
Last week I watched the movie 'Ijaazat' (permission) from my movie collection; one of the things in my 'bucket list' is to watch the best movies at leisure and write about them. Produced during the end of Golden Era of parallel cinema (period defined by me - from mid seventies to late eighties) the movie... Continue Reading →
