With the person who taught me to make notes

 

With Professor Ram Prasad Nawani-Dear Mauaji.Palam Vihar.Gurgaon

With Professor Ram Prasad Nawani-Dear Mausaji.Palam Vihar.Gurgaon

 

With Mausaji

            Professor Ram Prasad Nawani, Professor and Head, Faculty of Mathematics,

            Sagar University, MP, India

 

The man who taught me to make small notes, a habit which has enriched my life more than any other single habit.

 

Here, we are together at Palam Vihar, with a Landscape painting presented to us by Mrs.Ramachandran, wife of Brigadier Ramachandran, a senior anesthetist and colleague of my father.

 

Again, the changing dynamics of life, with death, jobs, life carrying us to distant lands.

We talk to each other on phone, but have not met each other physically for some years.

 

But the habit of making notes remains.

 

Last night, I sat down with the notes of Albert Cuyp-A Dutch landscape painter and made a sketch study of “The Maas at Dordrecht with Fishing Boats”.(1650)

 

Albert Cuyp’s had a mastery of conveying the different seasons and even different times of the day, suffusing he figures of humans and animlas with brilliant sunshine.

 

The richness which comes from making notes, to later reflect on them, adds great dimensions to life-Thank you Mausaji…

 

Whenever I make notes, be it the Radiology differentials or Camille Pissaro’s nuances amongst the Impressionists, or the discussions of Photosecession group of Steiglitz, there is a thank you and remembrance to you.

 

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An afternoon at Lodhi gardens.-Delhi

Sagar and me-Playing at Lodhi

Sagar and me-Playing at Lodhi-2001 Jan

Playing with my dear sons, on the lawns of Lodhi has been a family tradition going back over seven decades.

 

My grandfathers used to come to Lodhi in the 1930s, when it was known as Lady Willingdon Park.

 

My father and uncle, aunts would walk on Sunday afternoons from Connaught Place to Humayun tomb and rest at Lodhi which is in the middle.

 

Walking is an old family tradition of ours, Jakhoo temple of Shimla, Parvati temple of Pune, Kotla-Lodhi of Delhi.

 

There are some shadows at Lodhi, which are of the children of our family

 

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Innocence

 

Pelicans at the Zoo..Our favorite Passtime on a Sunday morning...Mamoooo..I am not happy that your passport was found...Now who will take me on his shoulders to watch the Pelicans and Girraffe

Pelicans at the Zoo..Our favorite Pass time on a Sunday morning…Mamoooo..I am not happy that your passport was found…Now who will take me on his shoulders to watch the Pelicans and Girraffe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This November I lost my passport on a visit to India. There were some troubled hours, before I found it again, thanks to the railway police at Hazrat Nizamuddin, Delhi.

 

In all these troubled moments, many people helped me in their own ways. They congratulated me on having found my passport.

 

But my six year old nephew Mayank was the only one who was not happy on me finding the passport.

 

“Uncle, it is very bad that your passport was found”

 

“Why?” everyone stopped to hear his reasoning.

 

“Because now you can go back to Tripoli and will not be taking me to the zoo.”

 

Such is life, as seen through the eyes of an innocent 6 year old.

 

 

 

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