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Tarun and Kavita


When Tarun announced he was getting married, we were living in Lake Gardens, in the flat made famous by The Cantankerous Cat. This was the ground floor apartment where we dealt with Nosy Neighbours, Peeping Toms and performed Midnight Cooking Rituals to the consternation of our neighbours. Yes, that one. Tarun was in school with… Continue reading Tarun and Kavita

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Immigrant Tales – Arrival


This was my second ( or third, if you include the Nepal adventure ) foreign trip and I had much on my mind. This was my second trip to North America and the first hadn't exactly been a carefree and joyous one, if you remember. I don't think it is easy to describe the wealth… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Arrival

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Immigrant Tales – Departure


Actually, the notes are not early. They're late. Late by about 19 years now, will be exactly 19 years late on the 2nd of June 2016. Yes, you are very correct in your maths. I arrived in the great country of Canada on the 2nd of June, 1997. ( Sorry. I wrote this when the post… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Departure

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Punjabi in Paris – Day 5 – Vast Versailles


So here we go again. Another travelogue. This time to a hunting cottage of the Kings of France. Now if you're thinking about a run down, ramshackle wooden cabin in the woods, remember: This is France It had a Revolution ( The Revolution ) yup! Capital T, Capital R. Long before the Ruskies, the French showed… Continue reading Punjabi in Paris – Day 5 – Vast Versailles

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Punjabi in Paris – Walking Woes


I'd known about the walking bit. In fact, I'd gone out of my way to buy some comfortable walking shoes. But, as the poet Burns said, the best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley. It was entirely my fault and the fault of my map-reading skills. Apparently, I'd forgotten a lot in… Continue reading Punjabi in Paris – Walking Woes

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The Chennai Conflict – 2


My stay in Chennai was not a very happy one. I was already well-short of being gruntled. ( see history in Part 1 ) I found the ultra-conservative nature of the locals disconcerting. Every light switch, every fan, fan regulator, every keyboard, monitor and tape was marked vermilion.... tagged by the little man who came every… Continue reading The Chennai Conflict – 2

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The Chennai Conflict – 1


I once worked for a very large IT / computer company. This job led to some very strange experiences. A lot of it was due to my inexperience with the world and my lack of communication skills. ( Which continue to plague me to this day...  🙂 ) As a newly wed, I was often away from… Continue reading The Chennai Conflict – 1

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Midnight cooking


We spent a brief year in the little flat in Lake Gardens. You have met this flat ( apartment, if American ) before. This is the same flat that saw us beat off the Cantankerous Cat. You know also, by now, that we had to contend with Peeping Toms. And, of course there were neighbour.… Continue reading Midnight cooking

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Alice doesn’t wear drawers, anymore


It's funny how words have more than one meaning. It's funny how that one fact can give rise to some very funny situations. Here is one I remember from an earlier time. Regular readers will remember that once upon a time I was a young man living in Calcutta. This is a story about a… Continue reading Alice doesn’t wear drawers, anymore

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First Day of School – DBPC


I spent 8.5 years in DBPC, or to give it its full name Don Bosco, Park Circus. My last day there was the 17th of March, 1978, and I well remember rushing down the stairs after the last ISC-12 exam, excited at finally finishing with school. But I've also never forgotten my first day there.… Continue reading First Day of School – DBPC