We spent part of Diwali morning at a home for the aged. Fifty old women, all of whom have lost their husbands are living alone. As in, living together, all alone. When I called the trustee in the morning to ask if there was anything in particular they needed that we could take with us,… Continue reading The old and the forgotten
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Technology scare at home
This weird and scary thing happened last night. Around 11 p.m. my husband who was browsing on the net received an SMS saying – your data folders are visible on my computer – please protect your data. Captain Desai. Or some such thing. Initially dismissing it as spam, my husband messaged back saying who is… Continue reading Technology scare at home
Bachelor of what degree?
Found this piece that Uma has linked to – Andre Beteille in the Telegraph about Intellectual Capital in India that needs to be rebuilt from a different perspective – and quickly – through good quality undergraduate education… Brought back many memories of my own undergraduate days. The time when I managed to disgrace my family… Continue reading Bachelor of what degree?
Ho to the hills…
Just finshed reading Azar Nafisi’s Reading Lolita in Tehran. Whew! Made me run back to my book shelf to read The Great Gatsby again. Arrghhh, where is the book? I knew I have it somewhere here. Where is the darned ctrl+f function in life when you need it? Especially in your book-shelf? (Speaking of which,… Continue reading Ho to the hills…
Aruna dreams of a job…
This is the story of Aruna, a very bright young woman I know. Aruna’s mother – and her mother before her – has been working at my husband’s parents’ place in Kakinada for many years. Aruna’s mother Sai did not want the same life for her daughter; so Aruna went to school while her mother… Continue reading Aruna dreams of a job…
The dead buffalo
Uma at IndianWriting has a thought-provoking post Many Indias on the recent tragedy involving two Manipuri women at the Gateway. What were press photographers doing there, clicking pictures. and not attempting to help. And all the onlookers. There is an interesting discussion on at her blog about why people do not want to get involved.… Continue reading The dead buffalo
Another airport update
But this time, as I said, airport – not airport coach. So relax, breathe easy, all…. I had an early morning flight to Bombay back from Delhi – after waiting for a few hours, watching the crowds pushing and shoving (very reminiscent of Dadar station at peak time) and seeing no possibility of a flight… Continue reading Another airport update
From Jalandhar
Jalandhar is a small town in many ways – nice friendly people who want to know everyting about you and invite you home for garam khaana (hot food) right after the first meeting… And small enough for people to commute by cycle rickshaw… Five rupees can take you a long way in this city. And… Continue reading From Jalandhar
In the airport coach
My flight landed in Delhi and I found myself sitting next to this girl on the airport coach to the terminal. Super rich, super thin. Super brat. Purple streaks in her hair. Over-sized sunglasses. Pale make up. And a t-shirt reaching just below the chest. And faded jeans. With strategically placed cuts in five different… Continue reading In the airport coach
Men at work
Actually make that ‘woman at work’… i.e. me. Working from home is great fun – especially when you have several windows open (both on your computer and in your home) – allows me to practise multitasking with great ease. Multitasking – in less polite company – such as my husband’s, also known as “begging to… Continue reading Men at work