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A cardboard box being used by mom for over half-a-century
I noticed this small cardboard box being used by my mom, an octogenarian, to preserve a valuable memory of hers from a long time ago. The box is of W & R Balston Ltd’s Whatman Filter Paper No.1, Made in England. Searching online I learned that: the design of the box was from the 1950s or earlier; the filter papers were mostly used in chemical processes (maybe we used it when my family #LIFCOBOOKS owned a book printing press in North Arcot District in the 1950s); there are many grades of the filter paper each with a unique number to identify the Particle retention capabilities and the thickness.
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Post card of World Classical Tamil Conference 2010
இன்று, வீட்டிலிருக்கும் என் நூலகத்திலிருந்து எதையோ எடுக்கும் போது, கண்ணில்பட்டது இது. 2010இல் உலகத் தமிழ் செம்மொழி (கோவை) மாநாட்டின் சிறப்பு அஞ்சலகத்திலிருந்து என் மகனுக்கு நான் அனுப்பிய சிறப்புத் தபால் அட்டை. நிறையவே கசங்கியிருந்தது, உடனே அதைச் சமன்படுத்தி, கடைக்குப் போய் கண்ணாடி சட்டம் அடித்துவிட்டேன். இனி இது பாதுகாப்பாக என் அறையின் சுவரில் இருக்கும். அந்த மாநாட்டோடு நடந்த இணைய மாநாட்டின் குழுவில் இருந்ததில் பல அனுபவங்கள் நெஞ்சில் வந்து சென்றது. அப்போது வழங்கிய கேடயத்தைத்தோடு, இந்தத் தபால் அட்டையை நான் விலைமதிப்பற்றதாக உணர்கிறேன். Here is the blog post I wrote just after the TI2010 conference got over with links to photographs from the event.
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The software programming course in 1989 that changed my life for good
Today, I found an old certificate from 1989, and that set up a train of thoughts & recalling of old memories. It was the first computer programming certification given to me thirty-two years ago for completing a course on BASIC, Word-Processing & Database management. Below is a summary of my early years with IBM PC & MS-DOS. My first contact with a computing device was probably in 1986 when my uncle gifted me an Atari 2600 gaming console. I used to spend every waking hour on the device, playing games and creating quiz presentations (a question popped up on screen and an inbuilt delay before the answer was shown) and…
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The treat for me during my school days
During my school days (Thirty-Five years ago), a treat for me will the simple “Bun, Butter & Jam” that was sold in a nearby bakery. Those days when my mother was going out (a rarity) and won’t be able to give me lunch, she will give Rs.2, the price for the treat, and a permission letter to allow me out during lunchtime – my school didn’t have a canteen till I reached 11th Standard (Grade). I enjoyed watching the local baker picking a long blackened knife (not cleaned for years), slicing the bun in the stomach to leave a small bit at the end holding the two sides together, slapping…
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DALDA, once the poor man’s ghee
The other day, my mom showed me this old plastic container with the familiar yellow colour and the words “DALDA” made on Aug/1982, which she had preserved for decades as her emergency piggybank. For decades whenever we brought to the house any product made outside, she will take a bite and say this tastes like DALDA, it is not good for health, so eat little. Looking back, I think she used the term as a bogeyman to keep our eating in check – as kids we didn’t know to tell the difference between products cooked in Desi Ghee or DALDA and we believed her. In the early 20th century, when…
