H Narayanan

When I witnessed a deadly fight in school

I studied in The Little Flower High School, Salem, an imposing structure with a majestic facade that stood between a vast lake and a sprawling barren land.

22 Nov 2018

Brave enough to live in shadow of death

In our college hostel, for faculty members staying away from their families, there was a long dining table with chairs placed on each side.

05 Sep 2018

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