Blast from the Past

No. we are not talking about my childhood here. We are skipping a generation.

During the recent India trip, my dad handed me some old photos which I had mailed him 16 years ago. Photos for which there were no negatives left because like an idiot, I had sent the negatives to India also and they were lost.

As a bonus he also handed me something from his shaving box (metal box which was his equivalent to my shoe box) and gave me things which he had preserved. Thought I should have it, because of my being internet and media savvy, this might be preserved in some form somewhere. Felt honored to receive his box!

One of those things in the box, was this old postcard he handed me, the only sample of his father's handwriting in his possesion. A letter written by my grandfather (who I never met! he had passed away when my dad was a teenager) in 1957.

It is tough when you lose your mother at 4 and your dad at 18 and all you have is a photo of your mom! My dad did have a tough hand dealt to him as the youngest of 12 kids but he made it through to lead a good life.

Now, here is the letter..







That is one bad handwriting!


Here is to dad. The letter has been pieced together to the best of my ability and is now digitized.

Tomorrow will be spent in zooming into the letter and trying to read it.


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Links to the past

"Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given (family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like)."

Family -
The only lyric I wrote on this blog..

Friend -

have a lot of them.. but the one dude who defines the word for me, the one dude who I meet less often for shorter times.. is the one drinking Chai with me in this post! If you are reading this, you know I am pissed that you never called me during Thanksgiving break, when I know you were supposed to visit your sis...The other fellows in the picture are equally loved. well almost equally!

yourself -

one of my best photoblogs ever..

your love -

San.. San.. San.. definitely San.. way more than the little cuties! You can wake me up at 3:00 AM and ask me...it will be San..Something about the way she fights with me and how at the end of the fight, I just can't be mad at her and for some strange reason, she almost always looks adorable!

anything you like -

nostalgia. . ah, the good ol' days!


Tagged by Boo..

The tag also says...

"Tag 5 other friends to do this meme. Try to tag at least 2 new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do) so that you get to know them each a little bit better."

You know me better. I pick up tags if they are interesting, but never pass them on! As usual, this tag stops here.


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