Lead kindly light

Lead kindly light

This being during my Panniar tenure, my guess is that this would likely have been during the winter of 1977.  While memories fade, what I do recall is winding my way out of the High Range club all dolled up in my special occasion bandh gala jacket and while I don’t...
Volleys in the Khyber

Volleys in the Khyber

While I personally know that this period was not as interesting as my planting days in Munnar and Assam, my 10 year long stint in Dubai did certainly have its memorable moments.  While I have been/shall be writing about those as we go along, the one which does stand...
Vibrate one’s way to Nirvana

Vibrate one’s way to Nirvana

Ahead of me starting my own tea business in Dubai I was in a job situation, designated as a senior trader in an international commodity trading company.  Why and how I had been employed as such is a question I have never been able to find an answer to.  There I was, a...
So Very Ladylike

So Very Ladylike

Our son Madhav being all of 2 years when this happened enables me to date this one back to 1982 or ’83. While there has been a dramatic reversal in this aspect of her character now, back in the day my elder sister, Saroj who lives in Delhi, was a dog crazy lady who...
Where She Gone?

Where She Gone?

Though born in Simla, the entire formative years of our son Madhav, till such time as he was despatched off to a boarding school when six, were on one or the other estate in Upper Assam.  The upshot was that Madhav while growing up, naturally and without any effort,...