Skip to main content

Low Cash to Zero Cash - I grew up

The 25th COEP reunion.  My personal visit to India this winter was in part to appease my better half and agree to go meet up the global alumni from our graduating engineering class of 1991.  Personally to me the meet and greet, which was entertaining to a degree was not as much the high point as the food (always a big draw for the even bigger tire around my waist) and the chance to breathe in the nostalgia that is 'the diesel fumes off the freeway (Mumbai - Bangalore highway)'.  Optionally there is the boat club with a trickle of a river - more sewage than river - to sniff.
Regatta anyone?  Mula nadi - COE Pune Boat Club 


So here are some of my fun memories from the recent gathering - a melange of marathi jevan - good food, old timers who as someone eloquently addressed as being 'once a flower now a cauliflower', and the Gothic stone architecture of the 160 year old buildings.


The welcome was traditional - fit for a royal - with tutari wajan (a brass trumpet like instrument)
and flower girls - to a wholesome Maharashtrian bhojan (including Ukadiche Modak - a steamed dim sum with sweet coconut stuffing, and puranachi poli - another sweet flat bread) followed by some gana pina - karaoke with chai - some of the voices were simply amazing.  I can barely hum a tune for the life of me.
Nashta was a mix of Udipi and Misal Pav

As I walked to the Metallurgy building past the State Bank counter I could not help but reminisce a time when the pockets were low on cash and yet we figured out a way to make it work and get to the finish line.  Today the ATM stood starkly empty of cash - a scribbled note indicating as such - a Modi phenom to demonetize, viewed by some as a way to demonize the grey economy wallas.

From admiring the eminent alumni headstones (like Mokshagundam Visveswarya - knighted by the Brits and awarded Bharat Ratna for his many contributions to engineering and social development)
to the renovated main building and a usable restroom next door the campus has come a long way from being just another school to get a rubber stamp and appearing to foster some true innovation.   The proof of it being the new technology clubs being hosted at COEP to the sustained efforts of eight graduating classes that helped launch a satellite.
Renovated inside of the main building

Metallurgy Department

Main building

It was soon dusk and time to wrap the day long party and we went home with admiration for the new generation of engineers this world might benefit from.  From the COEP.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

New England is gleaming in the fall

 This autumn the weather gods cooperated as we took a family trip in the northeast to see six states that qualify or makeup what is known colloquially in America as New England. Mass, Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Connecticut and Rhode Island (tiniest state in the union). The outing helped tally up the states we either lived in, visited or have worked in to 47. Guess which three have eluded this intrepid traveling family. Any rate the drive was all in about 1,800 miles and included some memorable geographic wonders or points of interest.  Easternmost part of state of Massachusetts being one.  Furthest drivable road east in Mass being another. Visit to all Ivy League schools (term harkens to a collegiate athletics conference and generally regarded as elite academic institutes of some repute worldwide) is another random bucket list item of which this trip afforded the chance to knock two more of the list.  Dartmouth in Hanover, NH and Brown (and its sister institute the RISD  - school f

Searching for a lavish 'fill in the blank with other adjectives and gender' in bed

 Many of the readers of this blog have experienced this. Strange sounding messages popping up in your text or WA or emails all day long from some exotic sounding locale with an out of this world individual looking for love, sex, money or other paraphernalia to get a high. I mean granted that electronic spamming is a low cost enterprise and all but the sheer volumes and the variety in these exhortations is beyond imagination. Having a desire to engage you in some sort of sexual payola or invest in some arcane crypto scheme must be a profound algorithm that someone from Oklahoma to Odessa is cranking on through the night and watching one in a few million fall for. Otherwise this nonsense would not exist I suspect. It would be funny to watch the lifecycle of some such persona that creates said content and that of a prospect for this invite becoming an unwilling or willing participant. Then that whole thing could go on some social channel and earn likes and subscriptions for someone else a

Lakeside frivolities

 We moved to the Charlotte area not knowing where exactly our new home would be. Turns out it was by a popular lake formed by the damming of the Catawba river which flows north to south in the Carolinas. Local electricity generation utility built a series of dams along the waterway for hydro and couple nuclear plants as well to supply the state grid.  The lake our house butts into is Lake Wylie. While tract home build has picked up in the Carolinas the developer often carves out parcels that they can get their hands on leaving behind privately owned lots that the individual owner may not want to sell. Our house is part of a subdivision but backs into actual lake front yardage that has always been part of legacy family owned properties who chose to build a cabin or getaway and did not sell to a corporation wanting to build in the hundreds. As such we can see the water through the year but it does not afford actual water access.  That privilege is to our neighbors who still maintain thei