H Narayanan

A canine pal taught my friend a lesson

I called it quits after my decade-long innings as a lecturer at a private engineering college following my retirement from the Air Force. By about half past four everyday, I would get ready to start my routine

08 May 2018

Horrendous scenes at the horns of a cow

Of the bitter incidents peeping out of the nooks of my memory lane, this one is the most bloodcurdling. We were students of The Little Flower High School, Salem in the mid-1940s. To say that the school was outstanding in the fields of education and sports is not an overstatement.

03 Apr 2018

Mock bomb drills and World War II

During World War II we moved from Madras to Salem. We stayed in my maternal grandpa’s spacious house.

09 Feb 2018

Dabbling in precious art of typewriting

During my late teens, I joined a typewriting institute just for the sheer pleasure of learning the art. The institute was at a busy conjunction in the Madras of the mid-nineteen fifties.

23 Jan 2018

Lost without a ticket in a train

After attending a Sanskrit conference at Bhubaneshwar where he was one of the honourable invitees, he was to return to Madras.

08 Dec 2017

An unforgettable trip with our boss

The reach-me-down Renault my boss had bought from one of his subordinates in our company would meet the road once a month.

14 Nov 2017

A roaring lion in a sleeper coach

A bulging holdall hanging down my left shoulder, I boarded an unreserved second class compartment in the Gorakhpur-New Delhi Mail at Bareilly where it stopped scarcely for five minutes at the dead of

01 Nov 2017

A few frightful steps on fishplates

With hardly half a litre of kerosene oil in the stove my missus griped she would stop all culinary chores unless I brought a sizeable quantity of fuel for the stove we were using in a house when at an

17 Aug 2017

She proved her worth at last

A seventh grader at a private school in Salem district, Akhilandeswari was a middling student in all the subjects but it was English that was all Greek to her.

21 Jul 2017

When our journey went off the rails

Carrying a medium-sized holdall and a zipped wallet, my son and I set out smack dab at 3 pm for Madras Central railway station by electric train after locking our house at Nanganallur. No auto or even

02 Jul 2017

A blue fluid in a magical container

School students carrying small ink bottles with screwed lids to their annual exams was a common sight in the 1940s.

05 Jun 2017