Author

H Narayanan

There is such a thing as a free breakfast

The chief supervisor at our private tool manufacturing industry was a quinquagenarian baldy.

12 Dec 2019

He made the thieves help him free of cost

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

A risky river journey near East Pakistan

The steamer had a restaurant and comfortable arrangements for the convenience of passengers.

29 Aug 2019

Not so smart in the age of smartphones

Although the sight drew a lot of people, most of them were interested only in recording the scene on
their smartphones.

28 May 2019

How to alienate your employees like a boss

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

Leaving something behind in Varanasi

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

Tiger and giant spiders at a scenic picnic spot

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

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