Rookwood – L’apéritif

Rookwood – L’apéritif

Having relocated from Assam to Dubai in 1990 where I had landed a job, within a couple of years of being there I had taken the plunge, venturing out on my own peddling my wares in that humungous tea crazy market which, being based in Dubai, I had relatively easy...
Skipped heartbeats

Skipped heartbeats

With this one I’m back to my Mistry Sahib tenure in Dhoedaam.  This one dates to 1986 by which season, having been toiling almost single headedly managing that huge factory for four whole years, I was constantly under immense work  pressure.  Pressure which heightened...
Itchy feet

Itchy feet

“annus horribills”!  Could there be any better phrase which so beautifully hits the nail on the head to describe the year 2020.  Towards the end of that miserable year, the pandemic related travel restrictions and frequent lockdowns which had kicked off in March had...
The Ghoul of Rajah Ali

The Ghoul of Rajah Ali

On my transfer to Rajah Ali, this being the mistry sahib’s abode, I was allocated the chang bungalow which was all of a stone’s throw away from the factory.  The bungalow which at some point of time way back in the dark ages must have been a lovely structure had, it...
Our ‘pony-tale’

Our ‘pony-tale’

This being during the time while I was on Dhoedaam estate in-charge of the Pabbojan Division, Madhav was all of three years of age.  Himmat Singh, a very senior planter and the manager of Tara Estate, despite the huge gap in our seniority level and our respective...
Debt payment by udder

Debt payment by udder

With advance apologies to whomsoever decides to get pissed off. Relax!  Absolutely NO offence meant! Assam, circa 1989 during my stint on Limbuguri Estate when our parent club was the Panitola Club. Planters clubs.  Those absolutelyy wonderful institutions where one...