It was way back in 1980; I had recently joined a prestigious college in Chandigarh as a lecturer and was staying in the college hostel with the students. On one Sunday evening, I could sense palpable excitement among the girls. I wondered why there was so much of commotion in the corridors. Lo, I found out. The dinner menu of noodles and fried rice! This entire hullabaloo about noodles may sound weird today, but it was the pre-Maggi era when ‘two minutes noodles’ had not invaded Indian kitchens. Even I felt excited, though as a teacher I could hardly show it. Being a small town girl, I had heard about noodles but never tasted. With loads of expectation ,I went to the mess but was in for a disappointment. The taste of noodles was queer and the flavor distinct, certainly not to my liking. That was more than three and a half decades ago. Over a period of time I have developed taste for Chinese food and in fact, now I love it.
Hang over of the past
I belong to the generation that saw in its youth the superstar Rajesh Khanna fade into oblivion and Amitabh Bacchan emerge as the angry young man of the silver screen. As a teenager, Continue reading “Hang over of the past”
On being a mother of sons
“Chill mom,” is the phrase I get to hear often. Continue reading “On being a mother of sons”
That fateful night of December 3
I was in class nine and my brother, who is younger to me by exactly a year, was in the eighth standard. We lived in the city but our school, Kendriya Vidyalaya, was at the farthest end of Jalandhar cantonment. Normally, we commuted by the school bus Continue reading “That fateful night of December 3”
That reverence in the eyes….
While I was leaving for my evening walk, a phone call from a student left me completely baffled. “Ma’am, will you be coming to the college tomorrow?” I was taken aback by this strange query. “Why not? Is it a holiday tomorrow?” was my instant reaction. Pat came the reply, “Ma’am, it’s your birthday.” Continue reading “That reverence in the eyes….”
