The bicycle has occupied an important place in my life.
In Dharwad, in Karnataka, where we lived for many years, I went to school in a “tonga” with four pretty looking Saraswat girls who lived in the house next door. It was a bit of a squeeze, with three of them sitting behind and one of them, Prema Sirur sitting next to me in front with a sweat-exuding “tongawalla” who mercilessly whipped the emaciated horse. (more…)
MANY years ago, too many to count on my fingers and toes, I was on a training assignment in the USA. In a place called Bethel in the State of Maine, better known more for its lobsters than for its training programmes.
We were a small group working in what is known as a “behavioural sciences lab”. I have never been colour conscious in my life, but the unbelievable “goings on” in our colleges in Mumbai right now jogs my memory into remembering that except for a black-as-night American, I was the only non white in that group. (more…)
I am deeply disturbed by September 11. I am equally disturbed by the totally senseless destruction of the Afghan people most of who ask for nothing more than a few quiet hours for playing with their kids; and who prefer a ‘dust bin laden’ with food than Osama bin Laden with hate. (more…)
Dear Balasaheb,
Namaskar! You will wonder who I am. Let me tell you. When I am introduced people automatically say “This is George Fernandes…… sorry I mean, George Menezes”. It is an indication of how nameless, I am. I am an ordinary Indian citizen, Goan by ancestry and Maharashtrian by domicile. (more…)
