d. sundararajan.. my father.. an rf and microwave engineer from iit, madras and iisc bangalore which he still considers his home town to distance himself from his tamilian roots (to get away from jayalalitha and the emphatic melodrama that he tried to but hasn’t been able to get out of his blood.)
once a business man dealing in a variety of different electronic things and now a teacher and hero to many young men who have walked through our doors- including many who pretended to be my friends but actually were coming only to spend time with my dad.. i used to be jealous of him until i realized that i could use his charisma to become even more popular.
fabulous self deprecating sense of humor and story teller of many "‘once when i was in iisc… "‘ stories..
terrible singer (we cant decide whether it’s the off-key notes, the off beat rhythmn or just the terrible voice that mangles lyrics beyond comprehension (‘eena meena deeka’ is ‘living la vida loca’- sung with a groan at the end that would make hema malini proud..)
conversationalist who can talk about almost anything with almost anybody that he meets anywhere.. like that chat with an auto rickshaw driver who told him that both atal bihari vajpayee and abdul kalam were definitely gay, prodded into this revelation by my father's embarassing unashamed curiosity to know what everyone in the world he meets is about.
he makes great coffee in the mornings, tires us with stories of obscure references to rf technicalities that we know nothing about.. and would like to know even lesser.. he would rather spend his entire day at home with all of us around than go out for a film or a play..
thoroughly eccentric, ebullient, extremely liberal, entertaining and perpetually energetic he succeeds completely at making the rest of the family feel guilty for the laziness we believe is our right.
17 comments:
daddy denzongPa!
i would like to contribute, the trauma of his bad jokes and also his great ones. and the great theories!the valley of shitters and his marketing ideas- the sridevi jhaadoo...
baby i love your blog.
miss all of you
hey rohan
nice one abt uncle do remember him and his funny style of laughing.enjoyed those drinks and those jibes we had during those sessions abt politics in tamil nadu.interesting post man much better than reading those film reviews,probably the best so far keep them coming
luv babu
i am speechless for a change
dad
hi uncle!
ha!
rohan, lovely post.
lovely photo.
by many young men...you meant many young handsome men,no?
hehe
tabu! i know youre reading this.comment!
and
i want to contribute.
the japanese toilet seat product(what exactly was it?)!
i wanna see that reach a production line,dammit.
i'll invest.
they were these paper toilet covers that were disposable by flushing down the toilet.. because so many tourists think that you could gat aids by sharing a toilet seat.. hmm.. you sure you want to invest- cus i have a few ideas..
what an amazing sketch of uncle! the songs, the jokes and his table in the corner with a gateway shade on the lamp! eagerly waiting for more and more in the series..
paapaa don't cry ikkina baby!
sundays were beautiful, work on our filters project with him,eat lunch with the whole family,consume his SUPERB dahi and toop,and evening go eat sandwich with sonu/rohan before going home.
i will always remember tabrez and me going to him on the first day of our project work.
we were damn nervous.
he asked us if we wanted study books from him.....
(eager to please)
ranjit, tabrez: yes sir!!
uncle : playboy or penthouse?
sundays were beautiful, work on our filters project with him,eat lunch with the whole family,consume his SUPERB dahi and toop,and evening go eat sandwich with sonu/rohan before going home.
i will always remember tabrez and me going to him on the first day of our project work.
we were damn nervous.
he asked us if we wanted study books from him.....
(eager to please)
ranjit, tabrez: yes sir!!
uncle : playboy or penthouse?
sundays were beautiful, work on our filters project with him,eat lunch with the whole family,consume his SUPERB dahi and toop,and evening go eat sandwich with sonu/rohan before going home.
i will always remember tabrez and me going to him on the first day of our project work.
we were damn nervous.
he asked us if we wanted study books from him.....
(eager to please)
ranjit, tabrez: yes sir!!
uncle : playboy or penthouse?
ummm...im sorry about the 3 posts!
i keep thinking it didnt post.
sorry!
dear rohan keeping it real, like this post, is wonderfully refreshing to read, keep it up
Hey this ones really good rohan....
I do not know who pretended to be ur freind ....I always tght u as one .....as for uncle .......his charisma, magnetism i think rarely anyone can match ....not to mention Aunty.....have been two of the most influencing people in my life atleast....with always a ear to everything I said n did .....n reasoning it out logically .....
Well I am and will always remain in awe of these two including their progeny.....Tabrez
hey tabs..
'progeny' is an awe of you..
don't you just love awe-kward moments like this?
:)
so now we know who mr anonymous is.
i dont want this comment box to end!
i want to post on it everyday!
actually, i still dont know who mr anonymous is.. i went to my statcounter thing and found out thatit is somebody from mumbai who was on the page at that time.. and that pun u cracked ranz is just awe-some
As my late aaji would say ( moms Mom) what a fun!
alll this awekward & awesomeness & raju uncle sketching. Btw hello everyone!! tabs, ranjit, rohan sonu, raju uncle , mukul , anita aatya .. !!
rona yr posts are lovely. its like a magazine ( like a reality show in print..).. ok i meant that as a compliment hehe.
toodles
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