An exchange of messages on Facebook between me and my good friend Rajinder.
Rajinder Kumar Sharma
This life’s hard but it’s easy if you’re stupid
It is very easy for me Rajinder. I leave the rest to your imagination.
Rajinder Kumar Sharma
Ramana Rajgopaul I talk about humans and not about Mahatmas.
You know what would have happened had you been within arm’s reach don’t you?
Rajinder Kumar Sharma.
I would have hugged you.
Another friend BKK sent me a message on WhatsApp and asked me why I had left fb.
(I had left a WhatsApp group in which both BKK and I were members.)
I responded that I am still on fb.
He is too embarrassed over his goof to respond. I however hope that he does so that I can have some more fun.
My irrepressible nephew Jai posted this in Facebook.
“I bought a miniature 1952 Citroen – here it is alongside a snap of the real thing starring miniature versions of my three uncles.
The 1952 Citroen was a favourite of my father and uncle. My childhood friend Vela too was very fond of it and had one for many years. I still remember driving his car, trying to shift the gear shift on the dashboard with the handle coming off in my hands.
For some strange reason, my sister posted this on Facebook.
And she added as comments: “Yes…in our family…though mind you…he did sow some pretty wild oats in his heyday. Today, he is a sanyasi and we in the family and a host of other people from all walks of life admire and count upon him as their mentor…to my mother Anusuya’s first born Ramana Rajgopaul. And coming to the tail of this tale…the youngest are spoilt, stubborn and opinionated…ask me…I should know myself, right!”
Not being a modest fellow, I could not agree more. The image however should be reversed in our case, the eldest is a male, me and the youngest is a female, my sister. In between there were two males, one of them sadly no more. Now you can understand her comments about the youngest.
I would like to add this image to conclude this narration.
The truth of the matter however is that they stopped because finally they got the daughter they wanted. I used to tease my late younger brother that had he been a daughter, we would have been just two! It however turned that the last one also turned out to be the perfect child.
My friend Sathya posted this on Facebook.
This reminded me of a post that I wrote here almost ten years ago.
The link will take you to the blog post but, the images there have been taken down to save space. Here is an image of the Indian Mock Strawberry flower.
This flower continues to pop up every morning now in our garden without any deliberate planting or tending. Remarkably resilient plant!
I think that Sathya will vouch for the fact that I am a joyful person as she is too!
While admitting that English is not the lingua franca between me and a very old friend from the late eighties of the last century, he is back in my life via Facebook and WhatsApp. He uses English to convey some highly emotional messages. He is the son of a friend of mine and as it so often happens in India, I had introduced his parents to another set of parents with a daughter of marriageable age. Before too long, the two youngsters had got married to each other. I attended the wedding.
Recently, he was blessed with a grand child and this is the message that he sent me.
“You will no doubt remember that you were detrimental in my getting married many years ago and therefore I wish to convey this message to you before I send it to anyone else. My wife, Latha who came into my life thanks to you, and I have been blessed with a grandson. We are delighted and seek your blessings and good wishes for the child and all of us.”
For some strange reason, I think that he may have deliberately made that typo. What do you think?
“My brother Ramana Rajgopaul can be described with both these words!😎🥰”
The comment and the image was posted on Facebook by my one and only sister who comes up with some astonishing posts there.
This must be one of the most astonishing as, it is true and teaches her brother another word to describe himself.