An interesting dream

A few days ago I had an interesting dream- my dad, Shyamala and I were playing frisbee in a wide open park, with some kind of a steel vessel (banali). We were tossing it around and father was running hard after it. He looked to be in fine shape.

Mom's budgeting...

Mom was recounting today how she used to manage the budget while we were growing up. Dad would give her money at the beginning of the month, and mom would first take out the money for rent, tuition and fees, and other expenses and keep them separately before spending money on groceries and other items. A tough life, but a love-filled one.

Railway Station..

reminds me of Ghaadi Bula Rahi Hai...the fine song by Kishore Kumar..

in touch by being out of touch

Today the mother of a student stopped by along with her son. She wanted to meet me and discuss her son's progress. When I was growing up, my father was away most of the year and our mom would be responsible for our school work and for maintaining the house. I cannot begin to fathom how she handled it all.

Carroms

Having played carroms the past few days with my sister, I remember fondly the many games we played with our father. Often my elder sister and I would be paired against our father. He would generally let us win, which was so important when we were kids.

Jim Reeves

I remember father liked the songs of Jim Reeves, especially the Jingle Bells number. We also used to play the Osibisa song Ojah Awake and other rousing numbers that father enjoyed too...

Railway Platform

As I listened to the song Basti Basti Parbat Parbat from the movie Railway Platform that my brother played this evening my memory went back to the times this song would come up in conversations with father. This was another Rafi song where he sings the word Ram.

The song Bequarar Dil from Door Ka Rahi is playing, and it is another song that father appreciated. It was sung by Kishore and Sulakshana Pandit.

Music- the wonder drug for the soul.