Today’s haul from the Farmers’ market
This guy is a wizard in geography and trivia in general
Meeting my second pen friend
I am sure you remember the scintillating story I had about meeting my first pen friend. This one was a bit more tempered down. For one thing, everybody spoke English when I needed directions. For another, we met in a place we had agreed on in our communications. Yes, I did not spring a surprise this time. It was a planned one.
Marine and I have been writing to each other for some time. One common theme is that she has visited India. And she had first hand experience of discrimination by skin color. We have written to each other a lot about our personal experiences. She was not too surprised when I discussed how skin color of a girl in India often was the deciding factor on your choices of suitors… or the amount of dowry you have to pay.
Today, though, it was all about her work and her family. For the life of me, I never dug into what she does for a living. I would have have a lot more letters to write then – both of us are in technology!
The best part? Talking about our own set of pen pals and experience of writing to them. She was most thrilled by my story of pen friendship with a prisoner! The only pen friend I ever had in the USA. Fortunately, she eventually got released. Unfortunately, I never heard back from her again!!
It was a great meeting!
I will tell you how great it was. Five minutes after we had said good bye, I suddenly realized that I forgot to take pictures. Texted her and she was kind enough to come back from the parking lot to take this picture.
I promised Marine that next time I am in Paris, I will meet her dad. Sounded like a guy I someday want to be!!
I can’t possibly be in the Los Angeles area without seeing this couple
Last time I saw Rupa and Vishal, it was way back in 2017. (posted here). This time, I had kept enough time between settling down my nephew and my flight out from Los Angeles to see them. Fortunately, Rupa and Vishal were able to make time for me. And I am grateful to them for that.
For, we had a whale of a time. From memories of hilarious incidents during our MBA days to serious topics of how we are blind to our own biases and our education system is not geared towards opening our eyes to it… it was a really enjoyable evening. In the last post, I had talked about how we did not have many dad jokes (we called them PJs – Poor Jokes in India). I am sure Rupa and Vishal will vouch for my statement that I more than made up for it this time π
Did I say I had kept enough time to meet them? I stand corrected. We could have gone easily for another couple of hours without missing a beat. But I did have a 12 hour flight to catch. And navigating LAX airport is not for the weak of the heart.
Well, with a nephew in the neighborhood, I sure am hoping we will have a few more sessions like this!
Returning the favor
All those years when my parents were alive, I used to show up in Kolkata airport to visit them quarterly. Unfailingly, these two (my nephews) would be waiting outside the airport to receive me and then accompany me to their granddad’s house.
Years later, I now get to return the favor as the younger of the two comes over to the USA to start his undergraduation in UC Riverside. We took the coast to coast flight yesterday and are now waiting eagerly at Los Angeles airport for Rishu to show up!
That handwritten board was Sharmila’s idea.
By the way, they eventually outgrew their shorts and used to show up in their long pants. I have not returned that favor yet π π
A chance call brought us together
Remember how I had talked about a very meaningful conversation I had with Uttara on her birthday a couple of weeks back? I know Uttara, of course, as the wife of my dear friend Kushal from my middle school days.
Turns out, circa 2004, when I had gone to visit Kushal in his house in Mumbai, I had missed her. She was traveling out of the country. But I did meet their daughter Shreya. I also remember meeting Uttara’s dad that time.
Now, normally, Uttara is busy when I call her in the evenings. So, we switch to Whatsapp messages later. This time though, she picked it up. While talking to her, I found out that Shreya was starting her PhD in a couple of weeks. In University of California, Irvine!! Which is about an hour from University of California, Riverside where my nephew is going to join.
So, instead of going to the airport directly to pick up my nephew today, we first made a detour to UCI. Picked up Shreya and went for lunch by the waterside. It was a short meeting but a memorable one. Sharmila summed it best when we dropped her back in her college and headed towards the airport – “She is so well put together!”
Really a very mature, well balanced young adult!
Somewhere in Midtown New Tork
What is the chance of that?
Imagine this… I was getting ready to board my plane – they called out my group and at the same time, my bank called up. I was expecting a call from them and if I missed it, it would have been a problem. Needed to get something done urgently. Additionally and somewhat tangentially, I needed to give some finishing touches to the Board slides so I could send them out while in flight to the Board members to review them.
I scampered down the jet bridge, barely greeted the air hostess and quickly went to sit in my seat. All this time, I was talking to the bank agent and trying to get the laptop tethered to my phone so that I could get to my account while I had her on the phone.
I was totally focused. Once I got that done, I needed to download the Board slides so I could work inflight. Meanwhile, an unassuming young gentleman came and sat in the seat next to me. I quickly acknowledged him while I was still talking to the bank.
In due course, my bank call got over, my presentation got downloaded and the air hostess announced that the door had been closed. I shut off my laptop and threw in the pouch in front – ready to pounce on it moment we became airborne.
Sitting back, my first thought was “Did I bring my suitcase with me? I can’t remember putting it up in the bin. Did I leave it at the gate?”
My second thought was “Who just asked if I am Rajib Roy?” Turns out my neighbor who I had barely acknowledged had asked me – “Are you Rajib Roy?”. Made eye contact for the first time and recognized good old Steve Albert from my past life. We had worked for a few years together over a decade and a half back. I did not remember his last name – but Steve helped me out immediately. I remember him as a really smart young executive in our Strategy group. Later, I was checking his LinkedIn profile and realized that he has built an impeccable career for himself.
Regretted not having kept up with him. Could have learnt a lot.
We talked quite a bit about our old colleagues. They were really good. In fact, we took a picture and I sent it to his ex-boss Laura Wilbanks – who we both have very fond memories of!
The one thing I still did not get… If Steve is that smart – which he is, why did he choose to remember me? Worse, acknowledge it? I guess even the best have their blindspots π
But thrilled that he remembered me.
May your tribe increase, Steven Albert!
Motorbiking has its unexpected upsides
I take to befriending strangers like a fish takes to water. Usually, the difficult part is getting started. Invariably, something innocuous happens and then that gets the conversation going. You get into common interests, common locations etc as the exchange progresses. But you need an excuse to get started.
But if you are a motorcyclist, that is a dead give away. First there are tell tale signs all around. There is a helmet or a motorcycle jacket with the stranger or sometimes just the boots clue in to how he or she must have arrived. Second, you can never go wrong by asking such a person “What are you riding?”
That establishes a common connection immediately. Usually the other person then talks about the motorbike make and brand. Now, while I motorbike quite some, I am not an expert in different kinds of motorbikes at all. So, I just nod and make a complimentary comment about the make and brand. From there, the conversation follows exciting paths about how we got into motorbiking, where we motorbike, how many times we have laid a motorbike down (by the way, we never admit that we dropped our motorbike – of course not, we lay them down).
And from there I get to know the person, their life history, where they grew up, their passion, what do they want to be when they grow up (I ask that even if they are in their seventies). Usually, I walk away learning a few new things and sometime some ideas to try out later.
This has never failed me. It did not this evening either when Sharmila and I ran into young Evan Knight at Central City Tavern in downtown Alpharetta. Remarkable history. Learnt about his totally cool helmet and how in his adventurous spirits, he is going to try living out of a camper for some time. In fact, I learnt that he regularly camps out in the North Georgia mountains after riding there in his motorbike. From the pictures, it was impressive that he can pack up all that stuff in his motorbike storage.
The other remarkable thing about Evan is the motorcycle and Jeep event he helps organize in December for raising money for charitable causes. Showed me a video. Reminded me of DC on Memorial Day!
I think I will join him this December!