8th November 2016. That was one historic day for the United States of America. While its citizens went out to vote, my brother Nag and his school friend Raja were comfortably seated at The Hay-Adams, Washington DC.
I was unaware that this was one of the most appropriate places to be… bang opposite The White House. I learnt that The Hay-Adams is a luxury hotel with restaurants, named after John Hay and Henry Adams, two distinguished gentlemen whose homes were located at the site where the hotel was built.
Nag brought these delightful coasters for me. I’ll keep safe, this memory of his trip, and of the elections that has changed the course of American history.
Happy Holi folks!
If there is one colour that can be called the ‘colour of holi’, it would surely be pink. Back in our old school-going days, Holi was not a holiday. It probably still is not in many schools in the south of India. Everyone knew, though, that those who celebrated the festival of colour, would not come to school on the day, and the next day, they would appear in class, looking like dyed story-book creatures with ears and necks a bright mithai pink.
It seems that pink continues to dominate!
I must admit here that I totally avoid getting any colour on myself, pink or any other. Holi has never been among my favourite festivals, but of course, it is a time when one cannot but notice nature’s way of celebrating… with vibrant pink!
The Oval Lawn in Bangalore Club is quite unmissable. Located prominently between the Main Building and the Brigadier Hill Annexe, there is a driveway around it, and a green canopied walkway through it, linking the entrances of the two buildings.
“He went to Germany 14.12.56” – This is what it says behind the small square photograph, given by one of my aunts. Taken in front of 596 Scindia House, Vishveshwarapuram, Dad was being given a fond send off by his mother, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews and other well-wishers. At 25, he was the first of the Nagesh Rao Manay children who was travelling abroad, and it must have been a proud time for the family.
L to R: Nivedita aunty (Pillu), Indirabai aunty (Akka), Bhaskar uncle, Venkoba (Dad), Sujiya aunty, Narasingh Rao (driver), Grandma Muthubai, Indirabai’s four daughters Rajni (tallest), Pratibha, Kalpana, Kanya (shortest), Geetha aunty, Bhooma uncle, and little boy
This was some twenty years ago (seventeen actually), to the date, when we were living in Hyderabad. We had bought our first car, a Hyundai Santro, and we were back to driving after having spent the previous three years in Bombay, using public transport.
I chanced upon the traffic safety week announcement in the local newspaper, and decided to take part in the driving competition.
“Lokhand has become important… See how the Chief Minister has felt the need to come here.” This was Santosh, talking to his mother Sarita, during the CM Fadnavis’ visit to Lokhandwala Township, Kandivali East on 12th Feb 2017, to campaign for the Brihanmumbai Municipal Corporation (BMC) elections.
Santosh is 18 years old and will be voting for the first time ever, on 21st Feb. He lives in a chawl, with his father, a security guard and mother, a house-helper. He has lived in the area all his life and seen the “development” of the high rises of Lokhandwala Township through these growing-up years. He cannot recall any CM having visited before and dragged his mom to the meeting, to get a glimpse. A couple of his college friends are also in the crowd.
Skimming through the household albums, I came across these photographic memories of Sacred Heart Girls’ High School, that my mom, Rukmani Nair, safely saved away.
Mom was a Girl Guide at school. Her sisters Leela and Ramani were Guides too. Leela aunty was in fact a President’s Guide. Mom’s memories are not just in the photos. As a child, I recall that there used to be a steel box at home, and in it she had kept her guide uniform, along with her neckerchief (scarf) and biretta. Not to mention, several badges, that she had worked hard to earn. They all would still be somewhere at home. She was quite keen that I should become a Guide, but the school I went to didn’t have Guides.
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