Memories of Father and of Music

The brilliant Ms. Tori Amos...I remember her great songs from the eighties.

I am my father's son...Dan Hill

My Hometown

This land is your land...

Wonderful Raitts

Come September...

Berlin Melody

Love is Blue

Bruce Cockburn- Dream Like Mine

Cheerios-Recession-weary consumers find haggling can cut costs - chicagotribune.com

Recession-weary consumers find haggling can cut costs - chicagotribune.com: "Recession-weary consumers find haggling can cut costs
Marked-down prices are supposed to be final, but Schmidt and a growing number of American consumers seem to think otherwise."

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How come there is no procedure for haggling on consumables- like cereal or bread or sugar?

One more memory

Hello all:

Hard to fathom- it is twenty years since we last saw father alive.

I performed the ceremony at a temple called

Sri Srardha Samrakshana Narayanan Temple - Nenmeli

http://www.divyadesam.com/hindu-temples/nenmeli-temple.shtml

It was a long journey to the temple and back- but the ceremony itself was quite alright.

We don't have Hallmark days but these are the days that are important.

I am tired, so will catch up later.

I am sure father is smiling at all of us.

I am also glad we got the scholarship going in his name also.

Hi GG
Not a day goes by when I am not reminded of dad. The best memories from my recent trip to India were the times when Bhattaram Subramanyam (and his cousin the day before) remembered him and told me how grateful they were that he was a part of their lives. Dr. Saraswati even remembered his cooking, while on the phone a couple of weeks ago. That is the mark of a man - to have touched people with his kindness and compassion, remembered long after he is gone. We all try to live up to this in our own ways.
Thanks for doing the ceremony on all our behalf.
SSR

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You should add your email message text to your blog on Father, since
it is a part of the story.

Appreciate life, be kind, be accepting, be compassionate, live each
day as if it were the last.
Taking words from dear old Silas Mitchell, I can only say
Death is but one more to-morrow.
I am gray
With many a death of many a yesterday.



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Thank you both. Excellent words from Silas Mitchell.
Yes, time slips by...today is 70th day in this year!

Whenever i feel frustrated on anything, I think of this event and immediately feel peaceful

I move on.

Vissu lost few friends too in that period, not surprised at the last line in his email.

I am not at all surprised why Sri Ramana Maharshi or Gautama Buddha chose

ascetic lives!

As Vissu says, and I know he lives by that, it's not enough to be living each moment,

it's important to be kind, accepting and compassionate.

Beauty or ugly, inside or out, it's all dust.

Gopal, Thank you and God bless you.

Anniversary of 2010

Twenty years have passed by. The pain still hurts, the memories still remain - some please and some haunt.

Lessons from father

FOcus on the work at hand
Attention to detail
Dedication

Bengali Past

Today mom and I met a couple from Calcutta- they live in Taligunj, just a couple of tram stops away from where our parents lived. We had a nice conversation- this New Year reminded us of the many years our parents spent in West Bengal. A different time, a different place.

Warm weather...

What's worse- shoveling snow four times in a day, or life in sweltering 90 degrees plus weather? I remember father cycling in the latter, never had a chance to see if he would have liked the former.