Change.

In my post Learning In The 21st Century, Nick had commented as “Indeed, resisting change is pretty futile when so much is changing so fast. If you resist change you’ll soon become an eccentric old hermit. I’ve got used to all the constant changes in banking procedures, in payment methods, in booking arrangements, in airline security and a hundred other things. And we’ll be doing everything differently again in ten years’ time.”

I had responded with: “Resistance is really futile in modern conditions. A simple example has been the rapidity with which cash based economies have moved to digital payment ones.” Here is one proof, even if it is a spoof.

Jungle.

Jungle is a word that originated in India from Sanskrit. We use it to describe any wild growth. For instance, during the monsoon when in our part of the world the predominant colour is green, my late wife used to call our small garden a jungle as our gardener was simply incapable of keeping it under control.
Consequently, the gardener was very affectionately called Junglee by her. You can see from the photograph taken just this morning, that he continues to be our gardener and continues to be a Junglee.

What triggered off that memory was this little nugget that my beloved sister sent me this morning in WhatsApp.
Another new word learnt. I however don’t think that I am a Memophilist just because I have a jungle at home.  Or, do you think that I am?

Pupcakes.

No, that is not a typo in the Title.  Please read on.

When I opened the refrigerator this morning to take some milk for my morning tea, I saw a cardboard box in the bottom shelf that is normally used to pack cakes. I thought that my son or daughter in love must have got a cake for some purpose and left it at that.

Later on, I was totally engrossed in my morning newspapers when my son appeared in my peripheral vision with the same box opening the front door while mumbling something about cupcakes. I did not associate the box with cupcakes.

After some time, I asked him where the cupcakes were and he said that the box that he carried out in the morning contained them and I was zapped. He went on to explain that the cupcakes were for a friend who was celebrating her dog’s birthday and she was treating all the dogs in the park in the morning. (There is a park about half a km from our home where dogs are taken to play in the mornings and evenings by their owners living within its vicinity.)

When I probed further, it transpired that it was quite normal for people to bring such cupcakes for some reason or the other to distribute among the dogs and many dog owners were running successful home businesses baking these and that they are called pupcakes.

I was able to get photographs of the actual pupcakes distributed this morning to eager dogs.

Something new learnt today! Have you come across such pupcakes?

Number Of Homes In My Life.


I received this cryptic message on WhatsApp and having nothing better to do, I thought that I will count from my childhood and see how many in my life. The results are:

  1. 1. Before I started being aware of what was happening around me, my parents lived in three different places while I was a babe in arms. So, 3.
    2. After I became aware of what was happening around me, we were in Chennai and lived in three homes. During that period I was left with my uncle for one year. So, 4.
    3. We then shifted to Hyderabad where I lived with my parents in one home and then on my own in three different places. So, 4.
    4. Then back to Chennai till 1965 when I lived partly with my parents, as a paying guest and then in a hostel altogether in six different places. So, 6.
    5. Then two years in Ahmedabad in a hostel. So, 1.
    6. That was followed by one stretch of seven months in Mumbai with my parents. 1.
    7. That was followed by two years of living off a suitcase, travelling many parts of South India.
    8. I then got married and after a brief homeless stretch, set up our first home in Delhi. 1.
    9. After that, we got posted to Mumbai on three separate occasions. 3
    10. Kolkata on one occasion. 1
    11. Kerala on one occasion. 1
    12. Delhi on one occasion again. 1
    13. Bengaluru on one occasion. 1
    14. Then finally to Pune thirty plus years ago where we have put down deep roots. 1
    15. While the home in Pune was functioning tickety-boo, I set up home twice in Tirupur in the South of India on two occasions on special assignments. 2
  2. That makes for thirty places where I have lived for long periods over my entire life.  That makes me a way-above-average person.  Should I be happy?

Jailed!

A dear friend Jayant, shared this image in a WhatsApp group page this morning.
If this is the case, I am very much in jail now.

In fact, I have been in jail since May 23, 1999. Before that, I was touching/sipping/drinking alcohol every day for 26 years. Perhaps that was being on probation. Prior to that, I was tippling once in a way, thanks to our glorious prohibition policy.

When I shared this image with some of my friends on WhatsApp, almost all of them said that they were in jail too as we are all from the generation of Indians who woke up before sunrise and followed all the other conditions in the list.

Are you in or out of jail?

Hard Life.

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

Ramana Rajgopaul
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.
Pranam.

Ramana Rajgopaul
You know what would have happened had you been within arm’s reach don’t you?

Rajinder Kumar Sharma.

I would have hugged you.

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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.