N. Pattabhi Raman (Part II)
One day last October, I walked into the Sruti office on one of my visits. Pattabhi Raman, Editor-in-Chief, was sitting in his usual leather couch. He had recently returned from a visit to Delhi. Greeting me, as usual, with 'Ennada' (for which I know of no exact English equivalent), he said: "I have got you a T-shirt from Delhi for your birthday. And an identical one for myself. Shall I give it to you now or shall we wait for our planned birthday lunch in December?" I said it was better to wait for the birthday party. (For certain reasons, the birthday party which we used to have in Sruti office, usually a simple affair, could not be held in October this time.)
Our birthdays were like that. From early days, we would exchange small gifts, what we could afford with our small pocket money (starting with four annas—25 paise). Often it was an exchange of the same thing, something that we needed, like a screw pencil or a pencil clip. Last year (2002) we missed out.
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