By Dr. Bhagirath S. Naganath [Continued from yesterday] Acharya Patashala N. Ananthachar following his marriage moved to Bangalore for better prospects. Apart from odd jobs at Government offices and the like, he was sadly unable to make a decent living in Bangalore. Not one to lose hope, he set up a vegetable shop next to…
Poet Laureate Rabindranath Tagore described him as a Prince among Men! Trained under Alfred Marshall and a close friend of renowned economist Maynard Keynes, N. S. Subba Rao embodied the very best of the intellectual traditions of Cambridge University. He was a visionary educationist who served the University of Mysore as a Lecturer, Professor, Principal…
By Girija Madhavan My memories of Maharani’s College, Mysore [now Mysuru], come to life whenever I pass the building where I studied seven decades ago. In the heart of the city, the College is still painted in the classic pale yellow and emerald green of old Mysore buildings. It is surrounded by old rain trees…
By Dr. S.N. Bhagirath [Continued from yesterday] Vi. Si.’s Bombay sojourn would come to an abrupt end owing to an unrelenting bout of malarial fever. He rushed back to recuperate. After a prolonged convalescence, he was all set to head back to Bombay. His long-time well-wisher and mentor T.S. Venkannayya persuaded Vi. Si. to drop…
He was the very personification of gentlemanly behaviour, of genteel manners and warm affection. A gifted poet, an accomplished writer, a voracious reader, sharp but well meaning critic, able editor and translator, — V. Seetharamaiah was all of these and more. A generation of students who came under his wings remember him as a literary…
By Girija Madhavan Houses have personalities. Repositories of the memories, life experiences, even dreams of those who lived in them, they acquire an aura of their own. The building next to my family home in Yadavagiri, Mysuru, was one such. From a wrought iron gate at road level, steep steps led up to a L-shaped…
By Girija Madhavan The flowering trees in Mysuru’s parks and gardens begin to bloom early in the year. The city planners of long ago, planted them so that each month, starting in early spring, would have some flowers to brighten the landscape. There was even a pattern of colour; first the deep pink of the…
By Girija Madhavan An old memory came back to me recently after seeing a vintage black and white clip on TV about women tennis players. In 1960 I was visiting my parents in Mysore after a year abroad in Burma [Myanmar] where my husband, A. Madhavan, was posted in the Indian Embassy. Our Ambassador’s residence…
By Girija Madhavan Images of the 1920s and early 1930s are reprints of the descriptions of my father, M. Venkatesh and mother Mukta, a memory bank for me. Venkatesh was an engineer in the Mysore State Railways. Mysore was a conservative society, each community adhering strictly to their customs but living together in amity. My…
By Dr. S.N. Bhagirath [Continued from yesterday] HSK’s repertoire was vast and seemingly endless. He seemed to transcend boundaries of different genres of writing with effortless ease. While he was an ace biographer and chronicler of his times, he was also a master essayist, critic, poet, editor and novelist of considerable repute. His five collections…
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