This is trying my hand at two new skills. Writing direct on the PC and not with pen and ink , and, navigating my way thro these spaces: how to start, where to click and how to not get stuck. It seems to be working.
I also thought it may be a good idea to classify the writings into Discussion, Human Interest, Fiction, Reflection. This idea comes to my mind as I write from the example of late Prof P Lal who has been a great inspiration in spite of a limited interaction.
I have had many lovely interactions with friends this week.Friendship is such a free emotion that it exists and grows without physicality. Sujatha & I were seated in a lovely redone old home with large windows and double ceilings enjoying a very early dinner. The air was fragrant with sambrani and delightful green tulsi water cleansed our palate. In walks Indira Chary with her charming daughters, granddaughter, and spouses. I see only a vaguely familiar face ,plump smiling, looking like Indu, Indira's twin.This is Charu Anantachary our 2nd form class teacher, the recepient of our exhuberance and mischief. I am meeting Ms Charu after 48 years.She was unruffled, dealing with Potter like monsters of uncontrollable 12 yearolds, her sari pallu coiled around her neck , a deep black knitted cardigan to ward off the Ooty chill.
The Chary sisters Vasanta,Charu,& twins Indu and Indira all taught at Nazareth . It was Vasanta who had the first appointment and relocated the family from Belgaum to Ooty.Charu taught a few years , Indira a year , but it was Miss Indu that stayed on retiring just a few years back. Indu was cajoled to teach Hindi to deafeared students who often translated lovely " कल कल चल चल खाती सरिता " as "yesterday,yesterday,walking walking says the river".Indu writes lovely letters keeps abreast with all her girls and is second only to Goody who kept a lively connecting correspondence for over twent five years with her students knitting us in the most complex patterns that one summer I was in London and taken to the home of Asha Daryanani to meet her mother and eat pipping hot crisp samosas followed by a lovely Indian meal in Knightsbridge. The next day Goody & I went to visist Sr. Breda and had a marvellous day of sunshine and light song while bombs kept going off at tube stations.
What a blessings to have teachers who turn friends and companions. The Chary sisters are excellent examples while Indu plans our 50 year reunion, Indira her twin in Chennai sends me a huge food hamper for Pongal all prepared by her at home! In Philadelphia Padmini Balagopal nee Raman hosts me and my daughter in her most delightful apartment and then takes us around the charming town, wearing herself out and trying to finish her work deadlines and giving up her bed for us. Philadelphia was most interesting beacause Padmine infused colour in all the activities and as we walked in a fine spring drizzle to see a movie, i threw off my umbrella and skipped around unable to bear up with all that love and affection.
Are these Teachers for real ?
I also thought it may be a good idea to classify the writings into Discussion, Human Interest, Fiction, Reflection. This idea comes to my mind as I write from the example of late Prof P Lal who has been a great inspiration in spite of a limited interaction.
I have had many lovely interactions with friends this week.Friendship is such a free emotion that it exists and grows without physicality. Sujatha & I were seated in a lovely redone old home with large windows and double ceilings enjoying a very early dinner. The air was fragrant with sambrani and delightful green tulsi water cleansed our palate. In walks Indira Chary with her charming daughters, granddaughter, and spouses. I see only a vaguely familiar face ,plump smiling, looking like Indu, Indira's twin.This is Charu Anantachary our 2nd form class teacher, the recepient of our exhuberance and mischief. I am meeting Ms Charu after 48 years.She was unruffled, dealing with Potter like monsters of uncontrollable 12 yearolds, her sari pallu coiled around her neck , a deep black knitted cardigan to ward off the Ooty chill.
The Chary sisters Vasanta,Charu,& twins Indu and Indira all taught at Nazareth . It was Vasanta who had the first appointment and relocated the family from Belgaum to Ooty.Charu taught a few years , Indira a year , but it was Miss Indu that stayed on retiring just a few years back. Indu was cajoled to teach Hindi to deafeared students who often translated lovely " कल कल चल चल खाती सरिता " as "yesterday,yesterday,walking walking says the river".Indu writes lovely letters keeps abreast with all her girls and is second only to Goody who kept a lively connecting correspondence for over twent five years with her students knitting us in the most complex patterns that one summer I was in London and taken to the home of Asha Daryanani to meet her mother and eat pipping hot crisp samosas followed by a lovely Indian meal in Knightsbridge. The next day Goody & I went to visist Sr. Breda and had a marvellous day of sunshine and light song while bombs kept going off at tube stations.
What a blessings to have teachers who turn friends and companions. The Chary sisters are excellent examples while Indu plans our 50 year reunion, Indira her twin in Chennai sends me a huge food hamper for Pongal all prepared by her at home! In Philadelphia Padmini Balagopal nee Raman hosts me and my daughter in her most delightful apartment and then takes us around the charming town, wearing herself out and trying to finish her work deadlines and giving up her bed for us. Philadelphia was most interesting beacause Padmine infused colour in all the activities and as we walked in a fine spring drizzle to see a movie, i threw off my umbrella and skipped around unable to bear up with all that love and affection.
Are these Teachers for real ?
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