Got caught in the rains
Hits of Manna Dey
It was a few years back – 2014 to be precise – my father in law and I were sitting by the pool in our house in Atlanta listening to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan singing qaawalis and I was explaining the meaning of the Urdu words. Four years later in 2018 he transitioned.
A few weeks back, in Dec 2021, I was visiting my mother in law in Durgapur when I had to explain to her that I needed to leave early the next day to make it in time to buy some vinyl records from Free School Street in Kolkata.
That is when I learnt for the first time that my father in law was a big fan of vinyl records. Apparently, she had those old records saved somewhere. As you can imagine, I searched the whole house up and down. After looking at every corner she asked me to look at – and getting doused by more than my fair share of dust – eventually, I found a plastic bag sitting innocuously near one of the bathrooms. Sure enough! It had had some old classic Bengali rare-to-find records.
Tonight, I got a chance to open up the first one from that collection – this one is by Manna Dey. My favorite number? “Lalita Go Oke Aaj Chole Jete Bal Na“!!

It was above 50 degrees F today
Third successive run in near freezing temperatures…
Rendezvous with a gentleman!
“You know I have dementia, right?”, asked John.
He had barely sat down in my car and put his seat belts on. And those were some of the first words he had for me.
I had no idea how to respond.
That morning, his wife Shelly and I had talked. She had mentioned about his increasing degeneration of cognitive abilities. We had agreed that I would come by and take him out for a coffee and snack.
I met him after many years. We were in Equifax together. That was two companies back for me. In between, I had showed up for his retirement party in Equifax. I remember we had gifted him with a bike. He is still crazy about bikes. That is when I had met Shelly for the first time.
Of course, I was not going to talk about his cognitive stuff with him. Having seen my dad and many of my hospice friends, most do not recognize that they are losing their cognitive capabilities.
You can imagine then why I was dumbfounded when he broached the topic right then and there – without any fear or favor. In hindsight, I had really nothing to be surprised by. John, as long as I have known him, has always been a straightforward person. He was and still is very open and honest.
Over coffee, I got to know a lot about his personal life and his past professional life. He was struggling here and there in his articulation but was clearly delighted that he could relive his past successes and happy moments thru the stories he kept telling me.
One of the highlights of his career was a small company that they had successfully sold to Experian (competitor of Equifax).
“So, you made a lot of money?”, I asked.
“I did alright”.
And then to prove that old mischievous John with a wicked sense of humor was still lurking around, he asked me:
“Do you know why I lost most of that money?”,
“Why?”, I asked, genuinely curious.
“Because I had married twice before I met Shelly!” he winked!
I almost snorted my tea out!!
I was good seeing you John! I look forward to many more coffee meetings!

Writing first letter from our new house to be
All the stationery and library set up has been moved to the new house together with all the pens and ink pots and writing pads.
This is the first letter from the new house (we have not moved in yet). This letter is headed Madhuri’s way to Singapore!
Of course letter writing is not just about fountain pens and personalized pads… it has include the whole wax seals to go with it!

Long drive for a drink
Book Review: Think on These Things – Edited by D. Rajagopal
This is one of the books I had started exploring when I had Covid. If you remember, I was trying to look for books on Silence.
Overall, I did not enjoy the book. Just gave up after reading one third of it. Krishnamurti’s commentary or insights are fairly interesting. I loved the very first chapter – “The Purpose of Education”. But the editor, in my opinion, has made a mess of the whole book by presenting 27 very disparate chapters (each mercifully only 4-5 pages long). The jump from one topic to another has little flow and even less lucidity. Inside of a chapter, there are a couple of pages of Krishnamurti’s insights and then there are a few questions that he answers. The questions seem off place – or at least the connection to the topic de jure is tenuous most of the times. Or at least to a person like me, so it seemed.
Certainly cannot recommend this book. There has to be a better book that has put Krishnamurti’s thoughts together.

Dafli Wale Dafli Baaja
Remember the story of the Noorie cassette from last week? That Papiya-di had lent to me and Avijit? Well, guess what was on the other side of the cassette? “Sargam“!!
I remember loving each and every song from that movie – Dafli Waale, Hum To Chale, Koyal Boley, Ram Ji Ki Nikli, Koyal Boli, Kahan Tera…
To complete the memories of that cassette from four decades back, Sargam vinyl record was the choice for this evening…




