People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
— Maya Angelou
People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
— Maya Angelou
Was flicking through a notebook and suddenly memories came rushing back of the last pages of Avi’s notebooks in grad school – pages full of reg numbers and signatures, for Avi to sign proxy for.
Class after class, when the signature sheet got to him, he’d crane his neck to see who all from his list were absent and sign for them. Sometimes taking 10s of minutes just checking absences and signing on their behalf. He rarely missed a class. And it was equally rare that he forgot to mark for those who missed.
There were times with 10% of class present, but only 10% marked absent. All thanks to Avi. Never cringing, never being haughty or overbearing, always with a smile, signing for whoever asked :)
Thank you Avi! From me, and probably also from a huge bunch in 41/11.
And thank you again, for bringing a smile on from the memory of those years together.
“That’s a pretty strong opinion.”
“I don’t know how to have any other kind.”
He laughed, and it pleased her to have made him laugh.
A relaxing, 3-day vacation left me so tired that I dropped flat, asleep right after finishing a 500ml Coke Zero bottle to keep me awake.
Summer – season of the confused European and American tourists on the Tube.
(a.k.a. the meandering map readers)
On train back out from Waterloo. Thames, Westminster, then Vauxhall outside my window. Grey blue skies.
Suddenly, I’m in a train south from Bandra. Mahim bay spread out besides. Grey blue sea. Faint smell of the sea, the fish, the Mithi crawls out of memory, through the nose, into the heart.
I miss you, Bombay.
Paul Sherwen actually pronounced the whole word on ITV’s Tour de France highlights package – as a suggestion to Tony Martin’s earlier comments of ‘Super Tired’ and ‘Super Happy’. Wonder how many shots that took? :)
PS: Interesting that the word is way more popular today than it was when the movie, Mary Poppins, was originally released. Sign of the socially networked times?
Last night I started reading Amitava Ghosh’s latest novel in the Ibis trilogy – Flood of Fire. The novel, continuing from the previous one, has part of the storyline based in Canton in China during the Opium trading era.
Like many good novels, the storyline weaves in real life facts and characters. One of them being William Jardine, who first appeared in the 2nd novel the river of smoke, and is again present in the background (so far) in flood of fires:
Then, today I was catching up with the latest issue of The Economist, and came across this:
Interesting coincidence of timing.