Picture this: The Vice President of the most powerful nation in the world asked a group of White House invitees, “Do you think you just fell off a coconut tree?” And then she laughed a joyous, triumphant laugh, an infectious laugh that was almost insistent that you laugh along with her, a laugh that celebrated…
I joined the State Bank of India or SBI as a probationary officer in October 1975, my disservice beginning in Hyderabad for ten days of lavish food and accommodation, brain nuggets, wisdom, and sass from such bigwigs as the Chairman, R.K. Talwar, and a Deputy Managing Director in whose perfectly polished shoes you could see…
Exactly 20 years ago, on October 8, 1999, my father John Baptist Crasta, former Prisoner of War, author of a war memoir, and father of four children, breathed his last in the S.C.S. Hospital, Mangalore, India. In his army career, he had seen action in Singapore and Jammu and Kashmir and Ladakh, besides Papua New…
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