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
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
During World War II we moved from Madras to Salem. We stayed in my maternal grandpa’s spacious house.
09 Feb 2018
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
After attending a Sanskrit conference at Bhubaneshwar where he was one of the honourable invitees, he was to return to Madras.
08 Dec 2017
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 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
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
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
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
School students carrying small ink bottles with screwed lids to their annual exams was a common sight in the 1940s.
05 Jun 2017