I heard that he is a good chess player and was eager to meet him.
He was really a surprise. In a few moves, we became helpless. When Parashar brought the Modern Chess Opening, we too learned the tricks.
He is a Mangalorean. His wife was a teacher and lived there and used to come to live with her husband, during vacatons.
Silva, some how, failed to satisfy his bosses, and was ultimately posted to man the computer section, which was newly set up. The salary bills were being made in Bombay. We used to send data to them and, for want of communication, things were not satisfactory. Silva and myself decided to make it at our site and it was a big releaf to our staff. I designed a format, showing both ordinary language and, side by side, the coded language in numbers, so that any new clerk can fill it easily. My boss in Accounts too felt the same.
Silva used to give tuition to school children. He never bothered to make savings from salary to evade income tax, saying he can make more profit buy investing in share market. He used to borrow money from chit funds managed by local staff and buy shares, which was another hobby, and told me a number of times, to buy reliance shares. I was by nature reluctant to part with money without something concrete to posses. I always refused. Now I regret.
He offered to teach me computer work, but I lacked the necessary will to learn it .
His father, a very simple person, retired from Rajasthan Armed costabulary, who were guarding RAPP, and, with the money he got on retirement, purchased land cheaply in remote inaccessible area. Hgrew chillies there. The crop was exceptionally good, as it was virgin soil, and brought the whole produce in a caravan of bullock carts, seeing which, the whole market became alert. He went from shop to shop, but the merchants who grasped the situation quickly, refused to increase the price. With such a huge quantity of chillies, he cannot stay there. Ultimately, he sold out the whole lot for a small amount. The first thing he did, on return from the market, was to sell the damned land too.
In Keralam Christians are clever businessmen, but in Mangalore, it seems, they are innocent as we namboodiris.
He is a Mangalorean. His wife was a teacher and lived there and used to come to live with her husband, during vacatons.
Silva, some how, failed to satisfy his bosses, and was ultimately posted to man the computer section, which was newly set up. The salary bills were being made in Bombay. We used to send data to them and, for want of communication, things were not satisfactory. Silva and myself decided to make it at our site and it was a big releaf to our staff. I designed a format, showing both ordinary language and, side by side, the coded language in numbers, so that any new clerk can fill it easily. My boss in Accounts too felt the same.
Silva used to give tuition to school children. He never bothered to make savings from salary to evade income tax, saying he can make more profit buy investing in share market. He used to borrow money from chit funds managed by local staff and buy shares, which was another hobby, and told me a number of times, to buy reliance shares. I was by nature reluctant to part with money without something concrete to posses. I always refused. Now I regret.
He offered to teach me computer work, but I lacked the necessary will to learn it .
His father, a very simple person, retired from Rajasthan Armed costabulary, who were guarding RAPP, and, with the money he got on retirement, purchased land cheaply in remote inaccessible area. Hgrew chillies there. The crop was exceptionally good, as it was virgin soil, and brought the whole produce in a caravan of bullock carts, seeing which, the whole market became alert. He went from shop to shop, but the merchants who grasped the situation quickly, refused to increase the price. With such a huge quantity of chillies, he cannot stay there. Ultimately, he sold out the whole lot for a small amount. The first thing he did, on return from the market, was to sell the damned land too.
In Keralam Christians are clever businessmen, but in Mangalore, it seems, they are innocent as we namboodiris.
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