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
Just over 4 years ago, I had a nose job. Why, you ask? Wasn't your old nose good enough for you? The short answer is, No. It wasn't good enough to perform its primary purpose. From a purely external aesthetic standpoint, it was perfect, or as near as perfect as one could want, but the… Continue reading Spittle, Drool, Saliva, Snot and Slime
The story starts in the Summer of '79, actually, when My Beloved Bangalan and I were still unmarried but curious about each other. Mingling with the crowd just outside the Globe Cinema in Calcutta, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a female voice said, "Hi, how are you?" A sort of weak and… Continue reading Summer of ’69
Once upon a time there lived an IT guy. He was young, some say he was good-looking. He loved and was loved by a young IT gal. They loved in a small flat on the ground floor of a quiet neighborhood of Calcutta. He was not quite tall and not really of medium height, but… Continue reading The Traveling IT guy and …
In the autumn of 1994 we moved office to a friend’s flat ( apartment, if American ) about 5 minutes walk away from the house. The two rooms and separate entrance allowed us to host the expanded team and have a separate office for me and the Beloved Bangalan. Things had improved a bit since… Continue reading Boo arrives
The making of glass is a process that I have always enjoyed watching. It is a perfect marriage of process, engineering, manufacturing and art. I love moving parts, I love seeing machines that make things and love thinking about the engineering, logic, software and hardware that makes these factories go. So when the long weekend… Continue reading Making Glass
This is the concluding part of the Normandy sub-series within the Punjabi in Paris series. You can, of course, read Part 1 and Part 2. Part 2 has more pictures and even, hold your breath for this one, shaky videos!! We left Ste Mere Eglise after a late lunch / tea of fries, beer and… Continue reading Punjabi in Paris – Normandy Notes 3
Well, you thought maybe you've seen the last of The SloWord, that I'd given up writing and inflicting my confusing thoughts on to you, that I'd gone off and got another job and therefore become too busy. You wronged me, for what I've been doing is designing a way to make your life easier, much… Continue reading Memory Indexed
This is where we left off at the end of the first part of the Normandy Notes 1: We'd missed the morning's parachute drop re-enactment after an exciting and exhausting drive in. I was thinking wistfully about the stained glass windows of the church in Ste Mere Eglise. One of our regular readers had read… Continue reading Punjabi in Paris – Normandy Notes 2
Time to reblog an old(er) story. Since all my stories are (essentially) true, I have no qualms about recycling them every Thursday. I suspect some of my newer readers (Ha!) may have missed these gems and I cannot stand by and not bring some joy into their lives.
Altruistic – that’s the word. Yup, that’s me.
One day, I was asked if I wanted to accompany them, in my usual role of chaperone for the Other Girl. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this was a time when I was a certified Chaperone for the Other Girl. A was going to do the driving. I had been given advance notice, so not a trace of coconut oil may have been found on my person. As a nod to the fashion of the times, I wore my brother’s borrowed 30inch black bell bottom trousers, dress shoes and white shirt with large blue, red and black squares all over it.
Over we drove to pick up R. X, ( I…
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