It Is In The Genes.

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.

One Thing Leads To Another.

My readers will remember how touched I was reading and writing a blog post about Phone Box At The Edge Of The World

While reading that book there was a reference to some quotes from another book by a Japanese Warrior – The Book Of Five Rings by Miamoto Musashi.

I was interested enough to order for it and have just finished reading it.

It is a book that I now regret not having come to know of during my corporate life. Not that its contents do not offer anything for a retired old reprobate now but, it would have helped me achieve a few more “wins” those days.

It is essentially a treatise on how to handle adversity. While in writing it is for the Soldier and the Commander, juxtaposing it to our normal life’s situation is easy and I recommend it.

Aplomb!

In response to my post Sales Calls, I received two messages.

The first was from a Retired General Manager of a very large Bank in India and the other in comments on my blog itself from a Retired Chairman of another Bank in India.

Both said that they have received calls advising them on how to get loans!
Such aplomb reminds me of a story from the P G Wodehouse collection.

For the PG Wodehouse and English language fans!

Bertie Wooster was in the study when his butler, Jeeves, coughed discreetly.”May I ask you a question Sir ?””By all means, Jeeves,” said Bertie.

“I am doing the crossword in The Times and I have found a word with which I am unfamiliar.””What word is that?” said his lordship.

“Aplomb, Sir.

“”Now that’s a difficult one to explain I would say it is self-assurance or complete composure.

“”Thank you, Sir, but I’m still a little confused.

“”Let me give you an example to make it clearer.

Do you remember a few months ago the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge arrived to spend a weekend with us at Aunt Agatha’s place?

“”I remember the occasion very well, Sir. It gave the staff and myself much pleasure to look after them.

“”Also”, continued Bertie Wooster, “do you remember when the Duke plucked a bloom for the Duchess in the rose garden?

“”I was present on that occasion, Sir, ministering to their needs.

“”While plucking the rose, a thorn embedded itself in his thumb very deeply.”Jeeves replied, “I witnessed the incident and saw the Duchess herself remove the thorn and wrap a bandage on his thumb using her own dainty handkerchief, after sucking the thumb gently to stop the bleeding. Yes Sir, I did see everything that transpired that evening.

“Bertie Wooster: “Jeeves, the next morning while you were pouring tea for Her Ladyship, the Duchess asked the Duke in a loud voice, ‘Darling is your prick still throbbing?

‘”And you, Jeeves, did not spill one drop of tea! Now that is aplomb

Phone Box At The Edge Of The World.

After reading my blog post Landline Telephony, my sister Padmini asked me on WhatsApp if I had read the book Phone Box At The Edge Of The World. I responded that I had not and asked her if it was worth reading. She promptly responded with an “Yes.” I value her judgement on literature and promptly bought the book to read on my Kindle device.

I have not been reading fiction except for two of my favourite authors who write Action Books, and this totally different genre came as a big surprise to me.

The book from the very first page grips one and the pace keeps increasing as one progresses. The contents pull just about every string in your emotions as you proceed and in short a totally engrossing book.

As hard to imagine the set up claimed to be real of a non functional phne box in Japan used by people to talk their hearts out, characterisation and descriptions take the reader to a very different place than the normal fiction does.

An Italian writer writing about a Japanese situation adds spice to the experience and the translation into English is admirable for not losing nuances.

If you have not read it, please do. Well worth the expense and the time spent on it.

Boosted!

Since the first of April, I have been getting text messages from The Ministry of Health And Family Welfare, Government of India,  that I am now eligible to take what it called the “Precaution Dose” of Covid Vaccine. I was waiting for my Club to organise the vaccination program like they had done in July but, seeing no advice from them about this, I decided to go to a local hospital to get it done.

So, off I went this morning escorted by Ranjan to Ruby Hall Clinic, a famous hospital of Pune, where I had previous experience of two surgeries. All went like clockwork though navigating through parked cars to the vaccination centre was like an obstacle course and in a matter of minutes, I was vaccinated and the proud owner of this certificate too.  Please click on the image for a larger resolution.

And the icing on the cake was the very attentive nurse who vaccinated me addressing me very endearingly as “Uncle” to remind me how avuncular I am.!

Have you been boosted yet?