Saturday morning 10K run
Our second foray into Alpharetta downtown Saturday morning farmer’s market
… what in Bengali we would call শনিবারের হাট !
Today’s discovery includes young ginger (I do not think I have ever had this) and white cucumber. Also found Bengali’s favorite পুঁইশাক!! I am one চচ্চড়ি away from reliving the Saturday mornings in India!
I am thinking of making some cocktails utilizing the young ginger. If you have any ideas, let me know…

Well, that was a big let down
For the last 10 days or so, I have been fighting this right ear problem. Something popped moment I got down from the long flight from India and ever since, it has gone from bad to worse. Went to two urgent medical centers – one in Chicago and one in Atlanta. Got steroids, antibiotics and all that. The pain has subsided a bit but the main problem of swelling, not being able to hear and feeling of drainage moving inside the ear has remained.
Went to the ENT specialist today. After my vitals were taken, the RN left me in my room waiting for the doctor. I noticed two charts on the wall. Not having anything better to do, I walked up and started studying the charts. Was fascinated to learn the mechanism of how we hear.
Presently, the doctor knocked and came in. He introduced himself.
“Before we sit down, can I ask you a question?”, I asked
“Sure. What’s up?”
I took him to one of the charts.
“I followed the explanation and the picture of how we hear. Very fascinated by how the hair cells work for different frequencies in the cochlea. But here is the problem. How is it transmitting it to the brain? Shouldn’t there be a nerve somewhere around here?”, I asked showing him the picture.
“Oh! you cannot see it well,” he said and then pointing to a yellow strand said that was the nerve and since the nerve goes thru the bone into the brain, we cannot see it. (basically it went into a hole in the brain).
Somewhat satisfied that I did actually understand what goes on in the ear, I sat down.
I told him the whole story.
“Well, we will get to the root of this. In ENT, everything starts with examination. Let’s examine your ear.”
I was all for examination. (Tall words for a guy who just scored 13 in Social Studies 🙂 ). I was waiting with great anticipation what he would say he could see.
You see, I was less worried about whether I might have permanent hearing loss and all that. I was more excited to see how much I had understood the other chart in the room (picture attached). If you study the chart, it is fascinating. It gives the names of different problems, the root causes, what the ENT specialist would see during the examination in each case and then what the cures were.
So, I was just waiting for the words to come out of his mouth like “Ah!, I see this. What it means is this and that. The condition is called ….”
And I would immediately jump in – “Got it. So, you are going to do …. “ (whatever I had learnt from the chart).
Then he would go (thoroughly impressed, no doubt) – “How did you know? Are you a doctor?”
And I would go “Oh, no! I studied up the chart you have put up.”
And he would go away thinking finally something came out of putting those charts up on the wall.
Except, that is not what happened. What really happened is this…
“I see the problem. None of your previous doctors could have seen the tympanic membrane”
Wait. This was out of syllabus. The whole chart was about infections and problems in the middle ear (beyond the membrane).
Still, holding on to some hope, I asked “What do you see?”
“A lot of wax!”
“WHAT?”
“Yes, you have a lot of wax. We will clean it out and you will be fine.”
He continued – “I am sure you know this – your right ear canal is very narrow and has an odd bend. The wax cannot be brought out by you. You have to visit an ENT specialist every time this happens”.
I was aware of this problem. (There was a similar incident that had happened long time back) But it was little solace to know that I suffered for 10 days of pain and then studied a chart for nothing but some stupid wax.
Three minutes of professional pumping later, he asked “Can you hear now?”
“Hear what? Oh! Wait!! Yes, of course?”
I had forgotten that I was hearing only muffled noises from my right ear before all this.
All this and it was just wax? I walked away feeling sheepish.
With my clear hearing now, I can almost hear my dad (if he were alive) laughing at my predicament which he would have dismissed as a first world problem.
“কানের খোল পরিষ্কার করতে তুই ডাক্তারের কাছে গেছিলি? তাও আবার ENT specialist? দূর দূর দূর! যত্ত সব বড়োলোকিপনা”

Mid week letter writing
From the bartender’s corner – Hanky Panky
This cocktail was invented in the early 1900s by the most famous female mixologist of those times – Ada Coleman (“Coley”). She eventually became the head bartender at the famed American Bar in The Savoy Hotel. This drink though was made while she was in the Claridge Hotel.
The story goes that Coley created the cocktail for Sir Charles Hawtrey, a celebrated Georgian actor who visited the bar. According to folklore, he asked for a drink with a punch. Coely served him this drink, leading him to exclaim “By Jove! That is the real hanky-panky!”
And that is how the drink got its name.

Lovely dinner and drinks with Vivek
Well, this just happened
Some of you may know that professionally, I work in a company that assesses students (and younger kids) from their achievement levels to abilities to special needs and all that. In our all company call over Zoom, this time the topic was the “life of a typical user” – a teacher – and how would they use our product. Specifically, how would they interpret the scores. The idea of the organizers was to ensure everybody in the company understood what it took to walk in the shoes of a user.
It was extremely well done.
Towards the end, there was an exercise. The audience was divided into small groups and they had to discuss and interpret the score results. The 11 students they had “chosen” were uncannily the Top 10 leaders in the company and yours truly.
And in the made up reports (I insist, made up), apparently, I scored 13 in Social Studies!!
Each group were to discuss about how they interpreted the results and what actions they would take on their assigned student.
I know my business card demands that I maintain certain level of gravitas and all that in all company meetings. However, truth be told, I was rolling on the floor on live video!!

“Your relationship with time is the ultimate unrequited love.”
It was exactly a conversation like this way back when with Sharmila sitting at the bar at Milton’s restaurant that made me resolve to go see my parents in India every quarter.
It was originally penned by @SahilBloom in Twitter.
Thank you Raghuram Ramakrishnan for pointing me to this.
— — —
I was out for a drink with a friend. We’ll call him George. As we settled in, George asked about my life and how I was feeling. At first, I gave him the standard response that we’ve all grown so accustomed to:
“I’m good. Busy!”
He stared blankly through my empty words.
Feeling the pressure of his gaze, I adjusted myself and added that living in California had begun to wear on me, it being so far from my parents on the East Coast. I had been 3,000 miles away for the last 12 years. And with the path I was on, there was no end in sight. The moment of vulnerability sparked an interaction that changed my life:
George: “How often do you see your parents?”
Me: “Maybe once a year now.”
George: “And how old are they?”
Me: “Mid-sixties.”
George: “Ok, so you’re going to see them 15 more times before they die.”
Gut punch.
I took a deep breath. It wasn’t meant to be rude—it was just…math.
If the average life expectancy is ~80 years, my parents are in their mid-60s, and I see them one time per year, the math—however depressing—says I will see them 15 more times before they are gone.
Our time together is finite, but we often fail to recognize it until it’s too late. Time is cruel. You’ll love it with all of your being—you may even pray for more of it—but time doesn’t care about you. Your relationship with time is the ultimate unrequited love.
The morning after this conversation, my wife and I had a very candid conversation about what we wanted in life. A few days later, we listed our house in California on the market, packed up our things, and shipped off to the East Coast to be closer to our parents.
It’s been over a year since the conversation that changed my life. I’ll never regret these tiny moments—of doing nothing in particular—that we’ll spend together in the years ahead. I’ll never regret the moments my parents get to spend with my son. I’ll never regret any of it.
My friend @waitbutwhy wrote about this “Parent Time” phenomenon in a recent New York Times op-ed. In classic fashion, he produced a striking visualization to capture the sentiment.
It brings one takeaway to life: Our time with our loved ones is so limited and precious. All of this math—depressing as it seems—should be a call to arms.
Identify the people and activities you care most deeply about. Prioritize them ruthlessly. It may be difficult—even painful—but it’s a decision you’ll never regret.
We spend most of our lives playing a game:
Everything we do is in anticipation of the future. When that future comes, we simply reset to the next one.
“I can’t wait until I’m 18 so I can [X].”
“I can’t wait until I’m 25 so I can [Y].”
“I can’t wait until I’m 45 so I can [Z].”
It’s natural, but it’s a dangerous game—one that we will lose, eventually. Time is our most precious asset and the present is all that’s guaranteed. Spend it wisely, with those you love, in ways you’ll never regret.
Always remember the famous song by Guy Lombardo:
Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink.
The years go by, as quickly as a wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.
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From the bartender’s corner – Queen Elizabeth
Given all the activities around the passing away of the Queen, I was looking into whether there was a drink named after her. Found one called Queen Elizabeth.
When I looked at the ingredients, I was a little puzzled. I was expecting some usual British ingredients like gin in it. Speaking of which, the Queen’s favorite cocktail, I am told was Dubonnet and gin.
Coming back to the Queen Elizabeth, it in fact, does not have any base spirit (like gin, vodka, tequila etc). It is simply Dry Vermouth, Benedictine and lime juice.
Turned out to be surprisingly tasty.
The creator of the drink – a bartender called Herbert Quack from Philadelphia in the early ’30s – had named it after his wife.




