Comments on: Old Records And Identity

By: RV ramanujam

RV ramanujam — Thu, 01 Apr 2021 08:16:54 +0000

In my case, it was a roller coaster for me, large house, dad being a salesperson in ICI, had an ambassador car………Till when I reached second year of college, that too one of the prestigious ones. I still recall on the fateful night around 2 pm when my dad passed away. It was a huge shocker, 3 children, me , my brother and my sister. I took the car at midnight to the doctor’s house to bring him to my house.once he felt my fathers’pulse, it was already over. My dad was 53 years old. Peaceful death. My brother has just got into job, I was in second year and my sister was 16 yrs. I must grant it to mom the way she managed the entire household related operations! She is 82 yrs now. From there on I joined Asian paints and rest is history!

By: Leslie D'Souza

Leslie D'Souza — Mon, 29 Mar 2021 11:08:43 +0000

Dear Vivek, When you blog you awaken in me some thought,feeling or emotion that was waiting to be shaken from a slumber. What you shared is inspiring and en-kindles a deep respect for each of our pasts and the power of human legacy. I’ve seen it unfold in whatever you do.

By: Preeti Shirodkar

Preeti Shirodkar — Mon, 29 Mar 2021 04:24:24 +0000

Lovely as always…. incidentally this is exactly the response I put up in response to a post on old Bombay talking about the service rendered by a doctor to kolis of mankhurd. And how his family returned the dispensary through which he operated to the officials with no strings attached. As I said even there. Yethe kar majhe julati ?

By: G v Joshi

G v Joshi — Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:47:38 +0000

Thank you sir for sharing your personal and inspiring memories of your parents, brother. I believe you are carrying on further the legacy of social service by helping weaker sections of society thru your work in Rotary , Aarohan and HR field. Very nice share. Regards

By: VJ Rao

VJ Rao — Mon, 29 Mar 2021 03:35:02 +0000

Dear Vivek, Good morning and so true. We tend to know very little of our own personal heritage because no one speaks about the same. yet, we are what we are at least partly because of that. These journeys are stories of lives lived, values cherished and passed on and makes you realize that every journey is unique and has a lot to teach us. I think history told as stories remains embedded in our minds but taught as a progression of dates does not endure. I think it is important to listen to these extraordinary stories. Your blog made me think of what I have been wanting to do.I have an uncle who will be 99 and I thought that one day , I will just ask him to share his story and I am sure that I will be not only richer but emerge as a better person from just doing that. Thank you

By: Ajay Mahindrakar

Ajay Mahindrakar — Mon, 29 Mar 2021 01:56:42 +0000

Sir I never knew your brother was in IAF.may be in the same period my father had also joined IAF 1957 precisely. When I remember him I take out his old service book,his school leaving certificate to know he studied in a famous school named Benson school Belgaum.That school still stands at the same place.i too have preserved my old school.certificates that have got yelowed.Its a nostalgic feeling

By: Joseph George A

Joseph George A — Sun, 28 Mar 2021 21:39:48 +0000

Wisdom is dynamic. Your writing shares from what you learn from others’ lives. The effort to learn and reflect is your own. Yes. You own it. Most of us run away from our own selves. That’s why your blogging reminds us of untapped potential within each of us. We are fortunate in being able to access your writing. The art form it has reached is inimitably attractive, generative and joyous.

By: Vilas Dhavale

Vilas Dhavale — Sun, 28 Mar 2021 18:36:03 +0000

While love for parents and siblings is pure, their true influence on and value to us hits starkly and clearly when the time elapses and when you have acquired ability to assess life, including your own. You are fortunate and therefore grateful of your inheritance! Its a life well lived!