A Schoolteacher and a Professor: In a week recently, I met a schoolteacher and a professor from IIT. Both had left a mark on me with their teaching, and it is just one of life’s delightful coincidences that I got to meet both separately. I have many happy memories of St. Xaiver’s school – I wrote about them on my previous blog in 2010. [Parts 1, 2, 3, 4.] As Bhavana, Abhishek and I spent a wonderful afternoon with my schoolteacher, memories of school came flooding by. I was back in her classroom, sitting on a bench, paying attention, listening, and learning. Those were the formative years of our lives. A week later, I was at an IIT Alumni event, and I met a professor whom I saw after almost 35 years. And for a moment, I was a student again. His teaching was something I loved – because it was so different and alive. Even though we only got a few minutes together, it was a meeting to remember for a lifetime. As I was walking out, I told him, “Thank you very much. You made me what we I am today.” And the professor’s words are ones I will not forget, “Rajesh, and so did you. A professor is also made by students.”
Mumbai Rains: Come June, and so do the Mumbai rains. Just yesterday, we were driving on the Sea Link, and the intense downpour reminded me of how magical Mumbai’s rains are. When it pours, it really comes down. And all one can do is watch. This is the way it has been every rainy season. There was a time I meticulously tracked the daily quantity of rain – Times of India had a table showing how much rain fell over the past 24 hours in different cities of Maharashtra. I was always envious of Matheran and Mahabaleshwar because they were always ahead of Mumbai! Every year, there would at least be one occasion when I would get thoroughly drenched despite having an umbrella. As one grows older, the rains become background noise – and some of nature’s wonders are lost on us.
Homes: During May, Bhavana, Abhishek and I were searching for a new home. We have lived in our current home for 20 years. And perhaps it is time to explore something different a few years down the line. My first home that I remember was at Taikalwadi in Mahim. Then, we moved to Nepean Sea Road, and that was home for over 30 years, until we moved to our current home at Kemp’s Corner. We may not realise it, but our homes and neighbourhoods mould us. They share our happy moments and sad ones, we have our favourite spots and the ones where we sit when we are down and feeling let down by the world. For me, it was the pandemic which created a much greater attachment to the home. The table where I sit to write this was bought during the early days of the pandemic as I needed to create makeshift working space. All my writing is done here. The view of the Arabian Sea expanse, the garden behind, the new buildings coming up nearby. And memories of me growing up, me raising Abhishek. Our homes are us.
