Rarely do I make a trip to the Bay Area without once rudely barging into good old Aditi’s house. Most of the times it is a short half an hour stay just to check on her, Eric and their kids – Alexandria, Clark and Karma. Sometimes, I am lucky enough to run into her sister Ananya and her husband Blake too. Many times, I bring along my office friends along with me. Aditi’s family is like old family to me. It goes back way too many years for me to even try to remember. I think it all started in Benachity Junior High School in 1971 or something like that!!

The difference this time was that Sharmila was with me. Unfortunately, Nikita and Natasha dropped out (they were too tired after all the walks in the various college tours).

But the big difference this time was that Aditi’s dad and mom were visiting them. And Aditi and I had planned to spring a surprise on them. They had no clue that I was going to come by to meet them!! Aditi’s dad – I call him Dubey Kaku has always been a father figure to me. Many of my life changing decisions – Which Engineering college to go to? Should I study computer science or electronics? Should I go to US like the rest of my college mates or do what I wanted to do in India – study Business? … the list is long – more than my dad, I had turned to him during my early years of growing up. To me and my best friend Avijit Bose from those days, Dubey Kaku was our hero.

We missed Ananya and Blake – but certainly not the bottle of Pinot Gris they had recently brought from Mendocino Bay!!

By the way, many of you might remember him from an old story – where I had discovered that a local Atlanta friend’s grandmother and dad had once visited Dubey Kaku’s ancestral home way way back in time for some legal help from his uncle. You can read about that astonishing connection here : http://www.rajibroy.com/?p=6814

And you should have seen the surprise on his and Kakima’s face when they came back from walking the dog to find me and Sharmila sitting with Aditi and Eric. As you can well imagine, it was a magical evening to get to see good old Uncle and Auntie again. I was thrilled to find out that they are now US permanent residents and would be spending more time in the U.S.A.

Now for a final twist to all my complicated and complex interconnections and intersections…. You remember the story about meeting Sharmila’s friends this Sunday? http://www.rajibroy.com/?p=8103 You recollect how her friend Dipti talked about her dad’s best friend who was my best counsel all my life? Want to take a guess who that was? Same Dubey Kaku!!

Turns out Dubey Kaku and Mr. Srivastava (Dipti’s dad) were very close and often went to office together in the same car. And get this… Mr. Srivastava also has become a permanent resident of USA and spends a lot of time here. (Right now, he is visiting India). We all realized that these two good friends from long time back now live within miles from each other about a ten thousand miles away from where they used to ride together.

Would it not be awesome to see them ride a car together one more time? I wonder if I can finagle myself to be the driver of that car!!!

I am the one who is always making new friends and reconnecting with old ones when I am on the road. While in California, on Sunday, Sharmila had set up to meet an old friend of hers that she had not seen since 1988, I guess. I had figured I was going to take care of the kids as she met up with her friend and possibly the family. She insisted that I join her too. Which I did. And I am glad I did so.

Else I would have missed meeting a wonderful couple – Dipti and Sanjiv. What was supposed to be meeting two entirely new people turned out to be meeting two people with unbelievable number of intersection points. Let me see how many I can remember…

Dipti:
Turns out her mom and my mom taught in the same school for a few years. (Next day, my mom was thrilled to know that I met up with “Srivastava-dir meye”). Dipti and Sanjiv are both from the same college that my brother went to (couple of years later). Dipti’s dad was best friends with a gentleman who I have considered my best counsel all my life (more on that in a subsequent post!!!). Then Dipti talked about a Karthik Srinivasan – and I let her know that Karthik and I started our first jobs together in Bombay in the same project. And one by one those mutual connections kept on getting discovered!!!!!

Before I forget, the most impressive thing about Dipti – her attention to physical well being. You know, I feel good running up our street a bit here and there. She has hiked down Grand Canyon and up the next day. She has hiked from Cuscao to Machupichu – that is a 5 day hike! 5 days!!!

Sanjiv:
The big connection between Sanjiv and myself, we found out, was the supply chain world. He worked for a company that was once my customer. Then he worked for another company that was a partner and competitor for two companies that I had worked in. And finally, he has his own supply chain company. We probably spent half an hour just rattling off names and giving each other updates on our old colleagues / friends / customers etc.

Sharmila and I eventually realized that we were terribly late for a dinner invitation. We apologized and excused ourselves. As we were exchanging contacts before we split, Sanjiv sent me a LinkedIn invite. And looking at my connection list, his quick question was – “You know Deb Bhattacharyya”? “Sure”, I said , “in fact, it is his house that we are getting delayed for dinner this evening”!!!! That was another crazy connection point!!!

First evening of spring break vacation. We got a chance to catch up with Sameer and Rajol. We used to live in Dallas many moons back and enjoyed quite a few sugar cane dipped Mojitos together at the Mi Cocina on Tollway. Eventually, they left for the west coast and we, for the east coast.

And we got together again after quite some time last night. Instead of Mojitos, it was some nice wine and the conversations spanned from raising kids to comparative religions. By the time, we got up, it was 3AM our time (midnight for them!)

In my near quarter century of professional life, Sameer has been one of those that has absolutely marveled me with his IQ level and work ethic. And his prowess over everything Excel. I think he can make Excel make coffee for him in the morning.

Which brings me to the story that we recollected from the long past. There was a time – probably a dozen or so years back – when Sameer and I spent quite some time in Munich working on supply chain problems of a leading semiconductor company there. After long days, on our train ride back from office to the hotel, I used to bring out the newspaper of that day and start doing the sudoku problem published there.

After a couple of days, we were stuck on one particular problem, when Sameer fished his laptop out of his bag and fired up Excel. I continued to struggle with the problem and he kept on twisting and turning his Excel. The following couple of train journeys it was pretty much the same scene. Then on the third day, he declared that he had worked all the kinks out. Apparently, he had a written up some Excel sheet and macros that would solve a sudoku.

I fed that day’s problem to this sheet and Voila! It had the results ready. I tried pushing it to the limits that day by withholding a few digits. The sheet would promptly tell me what my options are !! I was thrilled and somewhat incredulous. But it was very difficult for me to test it out – since making my own test cases would mean I would have to create my own Sudoku puzzles.

Next morning, I asked the hotel folks if they had some old newspapers. Unfortunately they did not. So, for the next few days, on our trip back, we would sit down in the train, I would type in the problem and we would make sure that the answer matched. And then for the rest of the journey we were forced to talk to each other 🙂

After a few more days of testing, the whole fun of Sudoku went away. The sense of “Oh! It can be done easily” seeped into me so deep that ever since that day, I have never touched a Sudoku puzzle again ever. Nowadays, if I ever get the urge to look at one, my immediate reaction is “I hope have I saved his original Excel file somewhere”.

The good news is I found him to be as sharp as ever. So, as long as I do not lose his phone number, I am sure I can ask him to recreate the file again 🙂