This post is for all the blogs that I read and comment on regularly.
Since the last more than a week I have not been able to comment on any posts of blogs on the Blogspot platform.
When I go to the comment section and click on comments, I get this image. Despite trying all the three options, I first get a message saying “Publishing please Wait” and after a few seconds another message saying. “Unable to publish at this time. Please try later.”
I have tried many times on each blog to try again, without success.
This change in the Blogspot platform has apparently affected some other commentators too as pointed out by Nick. I have written separate mails to some bloggers on this subject and hope that this problem will soon be solved. Please inform me if Blogspot repairs the commenting system
Please note that I read all the blog posts but am unable to comment due to some glitch in the Blogspot system. Perhaps the bloggers concerned should take this up with Blogspot’s Administration.
Both my hipjoints crumbled in December 1980 and since then, there are a few things that I miss not being able to do with my replaced and revised hip joints restricting my activities.
During my younger days among the many other things that I did was to be a keen motorcyclist. I have written about it in this blog post. In fact, just before and immediately after my marriage, the vehicle I used to first court my then fiancee and later wife, on two wheelers. The first, a Vespa scooter and the second a Jawa motorcycle.
Like all doting fathers encouraging their children to do things that they themselves cannot or could not do, I encouraged my son Ranjan to take up to motorcycling. From the time that he was old enough to get a driving license, he has had a series of two wheelers starting from a moped, graduating to a scooter and then on to motorcycles of various horsepowers till finally he has settled on a powerful roadster of the Royal Enfield brand.
When I was older but not very much wiser, my uncle who was a keen golfer took me under his wing and taught me how to play golf and got me a membership in a prestigious golf club too. I played regularly between 1967 and 1980. I was fairly good at it too and played to an officially posted handicap of 14. My hip joints gave way in 1980 and I had to stop playing.
Ranjan surprised me with an announcement a couple of weeks ago that he is taking up golf seriously. I was and continue to be delighted. Here he is practicing the chip shot.
From that clip I can see a good golfer emerging and I am delighted.
Here again I will see my dreams come true through Ranjan. I hope.
This took me back to 1975 and a very dear friend AC, who also happened to have been my boss at that time. He was retiring and moving to Andorra and was simplifying his possessions to suit the accommodation that awaited him in Andorra.
I was a struggling young man with a small family and had very little furniture. AC knew this well as he had visited our home often. He asked me if I could do him a favour by taking some furniture off his hands and offered two massive arm chairs and a quarter century old chest of drawers. A favour? Those were God sent gifts and I grabbed them with both hands and much gratitude.
The two armchairs, as old as the chest of drawers gave up their ghosts long ago but looked somewhat like this one below.
The Chest Of Drawers however continues to go strong and sits comfortably in my bedroom just short of three years to reach its Platinum Jubilee.
My regular readers will be aware of one of my physical limitations that has bothered me for a dozen years now. It is called Right Ulnar Palsy and it makes it difficult for me to hold things tightly in my right hand. This caused two problems for me earlier today and the second one is this. That is me with a stained white t-shirt unable to take a better selfie with my right hand.
The first one was what caused the yellow stains in the first place. I was eating mangoes as dessert for lunch. Since our cook was off on holiday today, our char cut the mangoes. Had the cook been there, she would have cut the mangoes without the skin and the stone completely scraped off and I could have simply had the fruit from a bowl using a spoon.
With the mangoes cut differently, I had to eat the mangoes like this:
After seeing the first slice being eaten if you go to 1.40 minutes, you will see how the flesh from the stone is consumed.
My ulnar palsy played up and the stone slipped out of my hand and fell on my t-shirt. That is the stain that you see on the first image.
During my school days, as soon as the mango season started, the first classmate with a stained vest under the uniform shirt was given a badge of honour by the rest of the class. One of course had to deliberately stain the vest to earn this badge! I never did get the badge of honour though as, I could not afford to get the vest stained for fear of punishment from a martinet for a father!
Have you had some mangoes lately? How did you eat them?