Category Archives: Personal Files

Flashback – Of Books and Sharing with Papa…

I vaguely remember watching ‘The Mayor of Casterbridge’, a BBC production. It was sometime in the senior school that I got hold of my brother’s Thomas Hardy and read the book. I loved ‘Wuthering Heights’ and ‘Gone with the Wind’ and there was a contest on which was my favourite. Continue reading

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Flashback – Of Orderlies, Uniform Ironing and Shoe Shining…

I am always fascinated by the discipline of the armed forces and the elaborate customs like the rank distinction, formal dressing, dining, partying, and numerous other social traditions, that distinguish the ‘fauji’ families from the civilian population they protect. Continue reading

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Flashback – Of Ironing and Shoe Shining…

Flashback – Of Ironing and Shoe Shining…

My family carried some formal and colonial fetish about meals and clothing. Continue reading

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Flashback – College and Annie’s Song…

Almost every morning, we would walk on the path around the lawn, from our building to the main gate, singing the song and jumping on the piles of dried leaves. Continue reading

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Flashback – Of Blessings and Regrets…

Having said that, from the point of view of existentialism or rationalism, I believe in the individualism, not of the existential kind, but of the spiritual kind. Continue reading

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Flashback – Significance of Diwali…

We would also fill the balconies of the rooms, looking out on the street, with candles. The stairs, the entrances to each room, and the elevated corner outside the kitchen, would all be filled with lighted candles. Continue reading

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Flashback – Of Neighbourhood Weddings and Affairs…

A Punjabi family owned the corner house of a lane, left across from our lane. They had two beautiful daughters. The girls were at least six or seven years elder to me. Being in an impressionable age, I would look up to them for the way they dressed and carried themselves. Continue reading

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