Category: Memories

Idlis for Bollywood Aunty

Going back from sixteen to six – when I was in Calcutta. The neighborhood that I stayed in Salt Lake City was surprisingly mostly a neighborhood of Marwadis and North Indians and I was exposed to very little Bengali because most of the neighbors and area kids spoke Hindi. As a result of this, within…

My Experiences with Ghosts

Today’s topic is ghosts! Yes, I’ve selected a ghost poem and written about my experiences with ghosts. The poem is a “Summer Night” by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 -1892), who was Poet Laureate during Queen Victoria’s reign. It’s a very beautiful poem with lovely imagery in which the poet is asking his dead beloved’s ghost…

Bangalore bakeries

“Bangalore Bakeries” My fondest memories of Bangalore are those connected with food. Like everyone else, I believe that my hometown has the best food 🙂 Of course there’s a lot to write about dining in Bangalore, but today I’ll stick to the ubiquitous “Iyengar Bakery” that used to be found in every nook and corner.…

Train to Calcutta

Finally got down to writing this post, and hope we’ll reach Calcutta today without stopping en route  😀  😀 When I was around six years old, one day my mother came up to me and told me that we’ll be departing for Calcutta soon, and that she’ll be leaving my brother and me with Raghuvir…

Lakshmi Pinni

Lakshmi Pinni I’d mentioned earlier that my next post will be “Train to Calcutta”, will write soon on that topic, but writing another short related one before that. Back then, Bangalore was a much smaller city compared to Madras and not as well connected, so we almost always had to first take a train to…

Afterword on “Not a Brahmin”

Afterword on “Not a Brahmin” I think it’s necessary to add an afterword to my earlier post “Not a Brahmin”. That was a shocking and painful incident, but also a rare occurrence that I experienced. Most of the relatives on my mother’s side (especially subsequent generations) are now very emancipated and broad-minded, and hardly follow…

Mr. Nair

Mr Nair One of the insights I’ve gathered after all my years is that almost everything in life – situations and people is shades of grey, barring few exceptions that are downright black and white. However, we start in life foolishly by expecting everything to be black or white, become judgmental and keep getting disillusioned…

Not a Brahmin

Not a Brahmin Writing about an incident that happened in my native place Vijayawada when I was only around five or six years old. This was much before I got interested in roses and gardening. Both my parents hail from there and we used to visit relatives on both sides during the summer holidays. However,…

Shakuntala

My garden was progressing pretty well and I was continuously learning on the job, with advice from Mrs. Iyengar and other neighbours. The trees had been planted and I acquired quite a few pots and planted them with various ferns, cacti, rubber plants and other leafy ornamentals whose names I used to know but have…

My Papaya Tree

Time spent in Lalbagh Botanical Gardens constitutes some of my best memories of Bangalore. When we were kids, we regularly went on a weekly picnic to Lalbagh with our neighbors and spent a fun-filled day there, never wanting to return home. The most pleasurable activity we looked forward to was “tree climbing”. Lalbagh had the…

Shyamala Aunty

Sometimes, when we’re in a thoughtful mood and look back into the past, we end up regretting a few things. Especially the fact that we came across some interesting and wonderful people, with whom we could have developed and maintained friendships, but did not do so due to various reasons – being busy, lazy or…

The Principal’s Office

I’m rewinding back to those days when I used to still visit Sarah’s rose garden (Std 4 & 5). While she was my lunch-break best friend, my in-class best friends were Anand and Ganesh. The three of us used to sit on the last bench and get along like a house on fire. Since we…

Mrs. Iyengar

Had mentioned in my previous post that I got the chance to start a garden of my own. Yes, I was about nine or ten years old and very excited about it, however, I’d no idea of how to go about it. I happened to be the only one in my family who was interested…

Sarah

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. ― Pablo Picasso Recently came across this beautiful photograph of a rain covered green Sampangi (Magnolia champaca/ Champa in Hindi) flower posted by my aunt, and looking at it brought back many memories of my childhood in Bangalore and…

At the Concert

Here’s a poem I wrote a while ago after attending a Hindustani Classical concert. Edited it a bit and posting it 🙂 At the Concert The lights dimmed ending all conversation the musicians stepped onto the dais We receded into the background awaiting an experience They were like magicians and the mood was to be…