The chief supervisor at our private tool manufacturing industry was a quinquagenarian baldy.
12 Dec 2019
As employees of a private firm on the outskirts of Kanpur we were living in rented houses close to a stretch of the busy M G Road.
07 Nov 2019
The steamer had a restaurant and comfortable arrangements for the convenience of passengers.
29 Aug 2019
Although the sight drew a lot of people, most of them were interested only in recording the scene on
28 May 2019
In the late 1950s, some of my pals and I—all bachelors—were working at a textile industry in Kanpur. In our small circle of friends, there was a young man from Assam.
28 Mar 2019
As a 27-year-old bachelor, I was yearning to visit Varanasi, a sacred place visited by Hindus, mostly in the twilight of their lives.
16 Mar 2019
Posted at an Air Force station in the extreme Northeast, it once struck me that I should arrange a picnic for my colleagues and their families.
15 Jan 2019
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
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
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