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,...
No job complete till the paperwork is done

No job complete till the paperwork is done

With advance apologies to all & sundry. Relax!  Absolutely NO offence meant! With this one I go back again to the late 1970s and my four year stint with Malayalam Plantations on two estates in the High Ranges. While the High Range club was always buzzing with some...
Forged in steel

Forged in steel

My mother, a child of the partition of undivided India who along with her family, just one such of millions of other similarly affected families on either side of the border, had one fine morning been rudely uprooted from her comfort zone to be transplanted into an...
On the Shining Big Sea Water

On the Shining Big Sea Water

Planting per sé is all about the outdoors.  Tea plantations, wherever in the world they be, generally being located in areas which are more remote than most other plantation crops, are even more so about being out on a limb.  Which is what Assam was all about, the...