Down the Memory Lane

Mrs. Padma Vaswani

She was my Civic teacher in my high school.  I honored and respected her very much. In one of our classes she talked about recently released movie, "I want to Live". She asked us to see it, which I did not for affordability reasons. Referring to the plot she taught us, "justice system is not always just". I so loved her. When I left Calcutta for good she presented me with a shawl which I still possess and occasionally wrap myself in it.  I do not know where she is; if she is at all. Thank you Mrs.Vaswani.

Dinaz Cursetji

She remembered to send me her photograph
while on vacation in Darjeeling

Here is another person who impressed me during my impressionable age. Her name was/is Dinaz Cursetji. She was/is a Parsi lady and taught English in our college in Ahmedabad. Although I was never in her class. I was taken by her English and an air she had about her. I do not know where she is. She was the best friend of another person, below, who I was enamored by.

Nilambari and Vanraj fighting over her Camera

This was taken at a college Picnic in a scenic town of Oran on a river bank in Gujarat. Circa 1967. Nilambari and Vanraj Sheth. Nilambari taught Political Science which was not my subject but I will still attend her classes during my free periods. She was a Princess from the state of Mansa. She was very beautiful, with fair complexion and had BLUE eyes. Her name was appropriate for her looks. She never repeated the same sari in a year. Of course she was real Princess! Dinaz and Nilambari were best of friends.

Vanraj was my classmate in another subject. Very funny man, he was. I do not know where either of them are. I have forgotten the name of the third person, but I do remember she was Parsi. 

Memories; they are illusive when you need them, to one's chagrin!