Until a few decades ago, most Bengali homes housed joint families. Our homestead on Elgin Road comfortably housed some 15 family members and another 15 servants. Sunday dinners crammed twenty around a table littered with round-puffy-golden luchis, rich-red goat curry, and an opulent choice of Sandesh and Rasogolla desserts. The children eating as fast as
Such is the destiny of developing nations. The same routine runs from Kashmir to Kanyakumari. It runs in Mexico, in China. It runs in Brazil, and in Romania. Darjeeling, the erstwhile Queen of the Himalayas, once enchanted with pine-lined walks strung from house to house. Today, it flashes neon signs to welcome tourists. In the
The past always recedes. Sensible people do not let that be bothersome. The old steps aside for the new and so it should. Yet, looking out the car window driving through India these days, I am stricken by the pace and brutality of this transition. Chowringhee, Calcutta’s once impressive Paris-esque boulevard, is now layered in
My family is old Calcutta. We had rice paddy fields that greened as monsoon washed over them. Heavy-limbed mango orchards bearing the juiciest and most fragrant varietals. Homesteads. A home nestled in my grandfather’s legendary rose garden in the now traumatized Bengal-Bihar border. Our relatives’ houses dotted Calcutta. These old houses in the alleys of
Apologies to my readers for not writing for a week. In India at the moment for the annual visit. As usual, taking stock, scouting opportunities, and assessing progress … Today is a Bandh (strike) in Kolkata, in protest of the Tata Motors small car factory in Singur. Besides the fact that this small car is
Dave Chen forwarded me a link to an article in the McKinsey Quarterly called: Ensuring India’s Offshoring Future. Below are the synopsis points of the article, which I think is worth a read: * India’s lead in offshoring stems from its pool of well-trained, low-cost engineers for IT services. * That pool is smaller than