Friday, June 24, 2011

Memories of mid-days

My friends need know introduction and those who read my blog, devoted mainly to my life will come to know of me, warts and all. Just as a start, I was born on 13 December 1928. I believe that was a Thursday and I arrived at about 6.30 pm Chennai time. In those days there was a time difference of one hour or so between Calcutta and Madras. My arrival after the alloted period of occupancy of my mother's biodegradeable pouch, the sixth tenant,  was of no moment, no thunder and lightning, no birds chirping or devas singing, just an ordinary darkening evening, lighted by kerosene hurricane lamps;  of no moment in time but probably a momentous moment for my mother, as she was much relieved to have borne a second son after four daughters, and please my father!
I am blessed to have been born of such parents and of such distinguished lineage. From those beginnings, my life's journey for the past eight decades plus is one of many adventures, myriad associations, defiance and occasional adherence to social norms, travels to and in five continents, a career that defined me to an extent as a person and so on. I witnessed and experienced changes in every sphere of human life in my long years of life. These changes shaped and radically changed my views, beliefs and behavior, though sometimes I wonder whether I harbored certain beliefs in my early days. I am not writing an autobiography and so chronology is less important than recollections and reflections. I have always been interested in reading. With the gradual and perceptible decline in my vision, my reading is much reduced but when I was able to read, I read much, without contemplation but now when I read little, I contemplate on what I have read and find this more rewarding - Contemplation's sober eye!

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