On Saturday, our cricket team matched up against a team from Timken Corporation. The match had been arranged because some of the lads at Timken had seen the newspaper articles describing our victory over the team from the British Deputy High Commission last month. An American team good at cricket? They had to see for themselves. The Timken players had arrived from different parts of the country including Bangalore and Jamshedpur. Continue reading
During a recent trip to the state of Bihar, I was reminded of how much Indians will try to get you to eat. And eat. And eat. Such prandial concerns and a recent post on Sepia Mutiny led me to thinking about Pickle Days. For Mom and foodies out there. Bedekar’s, Priya, Patak — there ain’t nothing like down home avakkai.
Last month I wrote a short piece for the American Center Bulletin — a triple-fold, 4-page newsletter that gives American Center members updates on activities, future events and other news. It’s not anything glossy and there have been problems justifying its publication month after month. I wrote about Black History month, and wondered about the type of person who would read the newsletter. To be honest, it looks like those pamphlets in a doctor’s office that are placed next to badly outdated copies of People magazine.
Today I was pleasantly surprised to receive a small note card in the mail from a woman I didn’t know who had read my article. I’m reproducing it below because it provides some great insights into the older generation from this city. Continue reading
As people in the U.S. adjust to the moved-up time change for Daylight Savings Time, people in Kolkata are marking the end of the cool winter season. There’s no particular celebration, just general commentary that the weather has turned. So it’s the end of the sponsored weekend golf tournaments, travel agents are booking escapes to cooler climes in May and June, and it only takes about 10 minutes for sweat to soak your shirt. Continue reading
Some people like to talk about generational shifts — changes that occur that clearly mark a division between one generation and the next. I’d argue that the Internet and the continuing stream of related technologies it produces, is one of the biggest generational shifts in recent memory. No big news there, but what does it mean for someone like me, whose computer experience during my formative years was Dark Castle on a Macintosh SE, Frogger, and a friend named Rob Walsh who understood the intricacies of an IBM PS/2. I typed my U.S. History term paper my senior year in high school on an electronic typewriter for god’s sake (and RIP forever to all typewriter correction ribbons). Continue reading