2 September 2021

The Dubey family!!

After Chitra-masi, I had to visit another person from Durgapur who had influenced me a lot in my early childhood – Dubey-kaku! As a bonus, got to meet Kakima, Ananya and Blake. And of course little Hanae!! Coincidentally, the last time I met Dubey-kaku (about three years back), it was in the same house in Hayward and with all the same folks as in the picture. Hanae was just a couple of months old then!!

She has grown up so much!! Although still not wise enough to avoid a bespectacled bald person!!

Great chat with the whole family. I think I have convinced Dubey-kaku to do a road trip with me before he leaves for India in December!

2 September 2021

I was not going to leave San Francisco without seeing Jacob

One of the wicked smart persons I know – Jacob Zodikoff – unfortunately, had thrown his back during a run and could not make it to our meetings in office. Undeterred, I made him come out of his house and join me for a coffee near his place.

Discussions with Jacob are always incredible exercises in learning for me. I met him first a couple of years back when he was barely 22. I was two and half times his age. (I know, the wrong person is throwing his back while running). But his sheer level of intelligence and wisdom is breath taking. In the last few years, we have discussed a lot of things – some have nothing to do with work – and I have always come away realizing that there were many other angles I had not thought thru on the said topics.

Today was no different. Over a cup of cappuccino, the topic de jure was if our traditional way of thinking macroeconomics is relevant any more or have we gone past some tipping point where our theories around the interconnectedness of growth, interest rates, inflation, minimum wage etc has to undergo fresh thinking.

Good coffee. Great debate. Incredible company!

2 September 2021

Met him for the first time after he left Atlanta

I was very tight on time with meetings the whole day. But Magesh was kind enough to ride up to my office so we could grab lunch together. Magesh and I have gone to the same engineering college (he was senior to me) and even worked in the same company in Dallas.

But the fondest memories I have – and we talked about them – were those from the couple of years he had moved to Atlanta. There were those motorbike rides during the day and evening whiskeys at Zolas with Sharmila and Priya invariably joining us.

Then there were those intense debates on whether time was a fundamental concept or a man made concept. Not to forget the one time we sat down to figure out which was greater – e to the power of pi or pi to the power of e?

Ever since he moved back to California, I miss his sharp sense of humor (“You can talk the talk. Can you now text the text?” 🙂 )

2 September 2021

Here is a Renaissance Polymath, if I have ever seen one

During my birthday call to Pinaki in July, we had agreed to meet up whenever we were going to be in the same city. We have way too many interests to talk about. Our interests do not necessarily overlap but we have one common interest – and that is to have a lot of interests.

I have a very vague memory of how I met this gentleman first. We were in the same company and he reminded me that my classmate from first grade – Pratik Pal – had put us together twenty years back. But what excited me most about Pinaki is all the other things he has done outside of work.

He is a mountain climber (the only person I know who made it to Camp 2 in Mt. Everest at 22,000 feet), motorcyclist (just returned form a 300 mile trip) and a marathon runner.

He joined in a Sitar class together with his young daughter five years back. Like the experience of Tom Vanderbilt in his book “Beginners”, Pinaki’s daughter too quit soon. But he continues to learn and play the sitar to this day. Additionally, he haas learnt singing (again, like Tom in that book) and, he does “natok” (Bengali word for stage drama).

He is also a bit of a photographer and an avid reader.

We had some great discussions sitting out in the cold in the middle of a street in Yerba Buena district over some hot breakfast. The topics mostly swirled around the meaning of a true pursuit of happiness in life. And how we often run the risk of losing the bigger plot.

Eventually I had to leave for my office meetings. But, I have to come back and finish up the discussions we got started on.

1 September 2021

Catching up with the Deys

After a full day of meetings in downtown, made a quick dash to Menlo Park to check in on a friend from the early 1970s. Jayanta and I share a unique connection. While we were one grade apart, we always studied in exactly the same schools!

We went to Benachity Junior High School and then to St. Xavier’s, Durgapur and then to Narendrapur Ramakrishna Mission and finally to IIT- Madras!

It was good to see Chitra-masi, Amita and Onamika too!!

28 August 2021

First time there was no reminder on his birthday!

Every Aug 28, at about 9AM my time – 6:30PM his, the following conversation would happen:

“Dad, it is your birthday today, right?”

He would fumble for a few seconds like something hit him from the left field… “Today is my birthday???”. And then he would give up and after clearing his throat loudly ask my mom over the sound of hissing oil of something being fried in the kitchen.

“Koi sunchho? Aajkey aamaar jonmodin?” (“Can you hear me? Is it my birthday today?”).

Mom would diligently do the math – August. 28th. Yes, that has to be his birthday!!

After establishing that it was indeed his birthday, I would then wish him. At which point, he would usually come back with some variant of the same message – “At my age, nobody celebrates birthdays. I am waiting for my final day.”

A few more minutes of conversation later, I would talk to my mom and then the next phase of the drama would start.

I would call my sister downstairs and remind her that it is dad’s birthday. She would excitedly scream at everybody and sundry how did everybody forget that. My niece – always the quiet person who gets things done – would in the meanwhile put in an order for a cake.

Then would be a call to my brother. Who undoubtedly would be pacing up and down at his house. (That is what he does when he does nothing else. Or anything for that matter). He would, in a matter of fact way, register what I just said and then move on!! Not before I would tell him to ask the nephews to call up dadu (grandpa).

Usually the whole thing would end by me receiving a WhatsApp message from my niece – with some pictures of dad reluctantly eating a cake surrounded by smiling mom and sister’s family.

This year too, I had to remind my sister’s family and my brother’s family.

There was no picture of cake at the end, however!

23 August 2021

Poignant memory of my father in law!!

Three years back, on this day, in the middle of a company acquisition in Chicago, I got the news that my father in law had transitioned. Rushed back to Atlanta immediately to pack off Sharmila on the first flight to India.

The first message that hit my inbox today was from my mother in law. It was a picture she sent on Whatsapp. She had decorated his picture with flowers and offered all the Bengali sweets (my father in law was not too much into sweets – but you cannot worship anything in Bengali without sweets) and his favorite “cha-biskoot” (tea and crackers).

The biggest change in these three years? My mother in law has mastered modern technology!! She is the same person that used to be deathly afraid of holding an iPad because it used to go “edik odik” (topsy turvy) if she moved!!

Miss the big guy though…

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