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  1. A tribute to my father

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    / February 26, 2012 / 1 Comment
    It is said that no man is hero to his valet. Perhaps no man is hero to his son also. It is not easy being friends with your father, particularly in those days when all the elders were respected and therefore so remote. Like many fathers and sons, we expressed...

  2. Chinna Chinna Aasai

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    / February 9, 2012 / 1 Comment
    “Chinna chinna aasai” was the song that made Rahman what he is today. It was Pongal 1992 and the most popular songs were Ilayaraja’s compositions in Thalapathi and Guna which had been released on Deepavali day of 1991. Slowly Rahman’s music in Roja (released in May 1992) and Madhubala’s water-soaked song...

  3. My memorable train journeys

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    / February 3, 2012 / 2 Comments
    When we are young, we couldn’t wait to fly on airplanes. It sounded glamorous and luxurious. But even before 9/11, airline travel became stale, weary and uncomfortable thanks to the long lines (‘why is it called airline?’ ‘There is a line before you can take to air’), intrusive inspections and...

  4. A happy Railwayman looks back

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    / January 27, 2012 / Leave a comment
    It is now four years since I retired from Railways after over 40 years of service – 3 years jn private sector and about 38 years with Railways. Joining service and retirement are like birth and death. When you are born, you cry and the people around you are happy....

  5. A salute to my teachers

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    / January 13, 2012 / Leave a comment
    How time flies. I still remember the day in 1955 when I entered my class in the First Form (VI standard) in the ground floor of the imposing P.S.High School building. I did not have to pay the modest fees as my father was a teacher there. It was just...

  6. Snorkeling at 62

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    / January 6, 2012 / Leave a comment
    By Parthasarathy Aisi gehraiyaan, Aisi tanhaiyaan, Aur main sirf main, Apne honay pe mujhko yaqeen aa gaya  (Such depth, Such loneliness, And me only me, I now believe I exist) These are the last lines of Javed Akhtar’s beautiful poem about the sea from Zindagi na milegi dobara. What appealed...

  7. Bookmarking memory with songs

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    / December 30, 2011 / Leave a comment
    By Parthasarathy ‘Songs are bookmarks in our memory’ was the starting line in a magazine article. That line gave me the idea of searching my memory for those special songs, songs that resonated extraordinarily with me for one reason or another. I decided to select songs which are not necessarily...

  8. Nirvana in God’s own country

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    / December 23, 2011 / 4 Comments
    By Parthasarathy If you are one of those less fortunate human beings and suffer from tension, anger, worry and what not, go to Kerala, which has rightly been called God’s own country. Two days there doing what we did will give you that feeling of light-headedness, joy, and contentment. What...

  9. I was not bored

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    / December 16, 2011 / 2 Comments
    By Parthasarathy Many youngsters today are bored. My 4-year old granddaughter sometimes says she is bored. Was I bored as a child and a boy? I don’t think I or for that matter any one of my generation was ever bored. The two things that stand out in my boyhood...

  10. Longing for a Lambretta

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    / December 10, 2011 / 2 Comments
    By Parthasarathy My first memory of a vehicle is a ‘nadai vandi’. This is a Tamil word which literally means ‘walking cart’. It was a three-wheeled wooden contraption in which a child used to learn to walk. I presume that the one I had was 8 years old as my...

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