Discussion in 'Snippets of Life (Non-Fiction)' started by Thyagarajan, Nov 4, 2017.
Presidency College ? Aw!! Rmember wearing a white pinafore and leading the school team in a march Past on that ground some 52 0r 53 years back!! How lovely Madras was then !!! The boys of the Presidency College were referred to as the Gentlemen of Presidency
"Remember wearing a white pinafore and leading the school team in a march Past on that ground some 52 0r 53 years back" this statement pertains to year 1964-65 and I was out from the college in sixty four. I am unable to reall any event of march past on college grounds abutting the compound wall in the western side of the college juxtaposed to coouam canal. But mighty pleased with your above statement. anyway that was the period, I developed liking to read novels starting from Alberto Moravia and PG WoodHouse (Jeeves is a popular character in his lovely novels)
Thanks and regards.
God Bless Us all.
Ah the gentleman from Presidency It was 62, if I remember..a huge ground facing the sea)) No Cooum !!!
Yes ..Jeeves ..I simply love this character I love Galahad and Psmith too
Hey, remember me? We met, then we met again, then we were planning to meet and finally we meet here. I promised. I reneged. I again promised. I again lapsed. Not that none of this worries you but it worried me for I cheerfully promised then lapsed and finally we meet. OK, you don't remember any of that. Good. For I was worried that we met and then we would be meeting but then I pledged that I would meet. I heard that 'enough chatty' from you!
First, I love your language. I absolutely love your tinnabulatory style of writing. I even asked somewhere why cows are named Lakumi and not Lakshmi. OK, you don't remember that also. Good we finally meet then. You display lighthearted tone in your narratives. Lakumi would not have known that one day her whammy would be recounted to a transfixed audience by a charming storytelling who would recreate the Govalu's fall scene-by-scene.
Tell you, Lakumi would be so proud of nourishing you with her unadulterated milk. Keep writing, we will keep meeting.
I read and re read . supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. your jotting made me riveted to seat. so much for meeting and not meeting again!
Thanks for your superlatives about language I write and of course about Lakumi(in cowherds dialect Lakshmi uttered as Lakumi) and you humbled me with your words. to get such wholehearted accolade from veteran yes I am musing.
@kaniths Thanks for pressing the like button. shall be more glad to receive your FB.
God Bless Us All always.
My husband's family have such kind of experience and we still take the milk from milk vendor directly. He come to our home each morning.
So much of work that too from early age and without any regrets not a common thing to find. There is still lot to learn from you. That's why I like to read your personal experiences more than the forwarded ones.
You r seventeenth person granting a click on “ Like” here . There are other anecdotes on personal experience which you might have had read without awarding a click or FB.