Today, when I ask Alexa to play a song of my choice, she obliges readily. However, I can’t get over the charm of the old times, when I waited in anticipation for my favourite song to play on radio. There was an element of surprise in the playlist that added to the appeal. As the singers crooned, I hummed along and tapped my feet to the peppy numbers. Nothing but nostalgia! I remember dreamily my college days when I would lie down at night with a book in my hand and a transistor by my side playing old melodies on Vividh Bharti. These are Suhani yaden, the golden memories of soothing music that lulled me to sleep. Continue reading “Suhani yaden…. Tuning in radio memories”
Let us spare a thought for the environment before using a tissue paper
Like many , I , too, started taking pride in using tissue paper liberally as napkin, kitchen towel and wipes. Where one or two napkins could serve the purpose, I would use and throw away a stack of tissues mindlessly. I didn’t mind grabbing quite a few of them for drying hands in a public toilet at a Mall or a restaurant. I would prefer using a tissue towel to a reusable cloth for cleaning the kitchen shelf and a table top.
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A tale of missing bins and a life’s lesson
After a spell of extreme cold, when I resumed my evening walk in mid-January to the neighborhood park, I noticed a pair of gleaming steel dustbins, one for the dry waste and another for wet waste, hanging majestically to a steel frame fixed near the park entrance. Not just one, there were four pairs of new bins in the garden set around its circular walking track.
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Parking pangs in Chandigarh
- Remember the famous dialogue in block-buster movie of 70s ‘Deewar’ between Amitabh rBachchan and Shashi Kapoor, “Mere paas gari hai, bangla hai, tere paas kya hai?” “Mere paas maan hai.” Based on the conversation between the two actors, there is a meme with a twist. “Mere paas Mercedes hai, BMW hai. Tere paas kya hai?” Pat comes the reply, “Mere paas parking space hai.” Fantastic!
In fond memory of a benevolent disciplinarian
I distinctly remember the principals’ office housed in a tiny room with low ceiling. The office was small and modest, but the person occupying it was a woman of stature with an impressive persona. Mrs. Shakuntala Roy was the head of the institution when I joined MCM DAV College, Chandigarh as a faculty member a little over four decades ago. I can never forget her awe- inspiring personality. ‘Mrs. Roy’, the way everyone would address her, was a strict disciplinarian. Every morning before the start of the classes, she, in her crisp cotton saris in summers and rustling silk in winters, would be standing in the college corridor. No close circuit television (CCTV) can ensure the kind of punctuality and discipline that her presence did.
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