Posts Tagged ‘fame’

“World famous in Jayanagar!” :D

February 24, 2014

That’s a local saying, gently ribbing anyone who is getting their names in the news or talked about…it’s literally come true for me!

I always knew they’d run out of people to write about and would arrive at me….

The people whom the birds bring me in touch with!

November 15, 2013

I wrote to the MObirds listserv, mentioning a piece of doggerel that I’d written about birding.

(You can see it

here )

and also giving the link to the video I’d taken, of an Indian Blue Robin bathing

(the post is

here )

and I got a reply from someone called Ken Thompson.

He said:

“Greetings, Deepa

“Sorry i didn’t get a chance to me you when you were here in St Louis. I have to mention that besides my two main obsessions (genealogy & birding), i’m a fan of spicy food — and the samples of southern Indian food that i’ve had from Priyaa & Gokul (restaurants) have been delicious! It’s interesting to see some of the same vegetables that we grew on our farm in Ohio, prepared in totally different ways.
“I’ll be following your future posts with interest.
“Ken Thompson
“near the confluence of the Illinois, Missouri & Mississippi rivers”

I found this email very interesting, so I replied to him:

“Wow, Ken, what an interesting email! One of the vegetables I know of, made completely differently, is Okra…I’ve yet to taste gumbo, though. What other vegetables have you noticed? Eggplant, maybe? A liking for spicy food …how did you come by that?

“Genealogy seems to be a very riveting topic, too….in India, we have not been great at documentation, so our efforts to trace our roots falter and fail after the 3rd generation preceding us. My son-in-law’s grandmother was an Eitzen, and his mother and uncle once came down to St.Louis and had great fun tracing various branches of the family tree.

“Do you have a blog or a website that I can go through?”

To which I got this reply:

“No, no blog, website, or any such. Am actually an ancient mainframe computer programmer (40+ years experience), being forced into the 21st century by my geek-boy sons. Both of whom cook up dishes too hot for me, even. Was brought up German/English, in northwest Ohio, USA. Dad’s mother still spoke German, we made our own sauerkraut (imagine, weak kimchi), ate much potatoes, cauliflower, green peas, root crops, etc. To me now, aloo gobi & mutter ANYthing are ‘comfort’ foods. The only way i’ll voluntarily eat eggplant, is baingan bharta; still not a big fan of okra, tho. Have tried many different cuisines, mainly from Europe (English, German, Bosnian, Italian, Russian) thru the Middle East (Persian, Lebanese, Afghani) to India, China, Thailand, Vietnam, Japan & Korea. Saint Louis is nice, in that respect. My wife agrees with all of the above except Korean, and some of the very southern Indian dishes. Years ago, i decided that life is too short for dull food, and have been trying (almost) anything since.
Genealogy can easily become an obsession. I call it my socially acceptable form of OCD. On some lines, with help from other researchers, have tracked back into the 1700s in America & Germany, and in England & Scotland for my wife. On my Thompson line, have not been able to trace back past 1850 or so, in New York state. Am currently reading thru the parish records of the Roman Catholic church where my mother’s family lived, finding many relatives that i never heard of before. It’s the most that i’ve used my Latin & German language training in DECADES! And none, or very little, of this research would have been possible without the Internet. It’s rather mind-boggling, really.
“Well, i’ve rattled on enough. Must get ready for work tomorrow.”

I was chatting with and when he heard the name, he went ballistic. “You mean to say you are in touch with KEN THOMPSON?” he exclaimed in huge capitals.

“Er, yes,why, who’s Ken Thompson?” I said.

“Read those words….an ancient mainframe computer programmer (40+ years experience)” he said. “I’m sending you a link….read it.”

So he sent me the link to the

Wiki entry about Ken Thompson.

I was totally zapped when I read it.

“An American pioneer of computer science.Thompson designed and implemented the original Unix operating system. He also invented the B programming language, the direct predecessor to the C programming language.”

Amongst other awards, he’s won the Turing Award and the National Medal of Technology. WOW.

This is the person with whom I am casually discussing birds and genealogy! My toes curled.

But the wonderful part is….the fantastic people that birds bring into my life! Ken may be a supernova….but I must say that every person I meet as a birdwatcher is highly interesting and enriches my life further.

A R Rahman

August 3, 2011

One of the most talented music directors to shine in the tamizh film industry’s firmament is the still-young


If you read that wiki entry, you’ll realize how apt the term “isai puyal” (storm of music) is…he’s truly taken the music and movie world by storm.

A’s friend Madhu sent a video of Rahman’s song being performed by the Oakland choir, which is what brought about this post….

Here’s the poet, Vaali, reciting a verse about Rahman at a fundraiser for the battle against cancer. It is a gem of the word-play that is a hallmark of tamizh oratory

Thank you, Madhu, for a wonderful start to my day, by sending that video!

iffy connection…an observation..and a note to myself

August 20, 2007

I had wanted to continue work on the Lake Manyara post (it’s just begun and I have saved it as a “my-eyes-only” post for now) and upload some videos to YouTube, but my internet connection didn’t permit any work at all today…no one ever told me how longggggg it takes for just a one-minute video to upload to YouTube! Truly, when one sees all that wonderful photography and stuff on the net, it all looks so attractive, it’s only when you start doing it yourself that you realize that there’s a lot of hard work, and frustration at the internet connection, behind it all…

At this rate, I will forget all the details before I have a chance to write the commentary to the pictures…!


But meanwhile, KM and I went to a concert at Chowdiah Memorial Hall this evening…and I posted this to Metroblogs:

Do others have the same experiences in other venues?


And as a general observation…I do wish performers would realize when the ascending curve of their fame intersects with the descending curve of their performance quality, and quit while they are still deserving of the praise heaped on them. But no; with all the hype, the artiste does not realize the point at which the ego, swollen by the fulsome praise of the hangers-on and camp followers, begins to outstrip the talent (which often wanes with age), and if s/he would only look dispassionately, would realize the real meaning of the fact that members of the audience are walking out. But no; the divas cling on, and there is always one more performance, and each is less than the previous one, but the artiste chooses to believe the orotund laudatory praises of the organizers, when what s/he should be doing is to quit and be remembered at the height of hes powers.

Reminds me of one the Romantic poets’ (either Shelley or Keats, I forget which) sarcasm about the efforts of a would-be singer:

“Swans sing before they die…’twere no bad thing
Should certain persons die before they sing!”

I would change that a little to read,

“After they’ve been stars and with fame had their fling,
Performers should stop, and never dance, act or sing!”


And as another general observation…note to myself…no matter how angry I am with someone, when that someone apologizes, I must accept the apology. When a person is sorry enough to say so, it is like a slap in the face to hem, if the apology is not accepted or is denigrated as just being facile words..and might very well start a fresh set of problems! I must always assume that the apology is genuine and sincere, and realize that at any time, I could be in the other person’s position, too. Even if I am hurting, I should put aside my feelings and appreciate that the other person is trying to make amends.

I might tell the other person that I am still hurting, or convey that I have completely got over the incident;that depends on how I am feeling at the time…but…I *must* accept the apology whole-heartedly. And…I must remember that, not forget it in a moment of anger! Or *I* might hurt the other person’s feelings,and have to wind up apologizing, too…