Nick has this fascinating post up and I thought that I would join him in going back to my very firsts too.
First vacation: I was about seven years old and was living with my uncle and aunt in Chennai while my parents were in Bombay. My uncle and aunt decided to take me to meet my parents and I distinctly remember the trip by train which was very exciting and the week or so that I spent in Bombay with my parents.
First car: I was eighteen and in Hyderabad when I bought a much used pre war DKW as a favour to a friend who urgently needed cash. I had no intention of keeping the car and in fact sold it off at a profit to professional dealers in used cars within a fortnight.
First job:: On the assumption that in this case, job meaning a proper one with an appointment letter etc, as a Field Inspector for a General Insurance Company in Hyderabad when I was eighteen. I worked there for all of nineteen months before I quit to move to Madras.
First crush: Was when I was in Fourth Standard. Her name was Rama and that is all that I remember now about her.
First flight: A joy ride in a Tiger Moth off the Madras Meenampakkam airport when I must have been about twenty or so. The first ever commercial flight that I took was in 1967 from Bombay to Calcutta and back in a Caravelle aircraft.
First fancy dinner: By fancy, if wearing a suit is meant, it was the dinner that I wrote about here.
First apartment: As a bachelor in Hyderabad with my first job when I was eighteen, I had rented a single room above a garage in a compound with a bungalow in it. I had to come down to use the bathroom and it was a nuisance when I entertained friends.
First record: Elvis Presley’s 45 RPM Apron Strings.
First pet: While I grew up with dogs at home as a boy, my own first pet had to wait till I was 32 years old. A dachshund/terrier cross named Mala, she was a delightful companion for about three years. When we were transferred to Bombay from that location we decided to giver her away as in Bombay living in a flat would have been cruel to the dog. She went to a very caring home and I saw her on a few occasions later too.
First concert: Duke Ellington’s Orchestra in the Madras Music Accademy in 1963. The only concert that I ever went to with my brother Arvind.
Wow! That was fun writing. Brought back so many memories. Thank you Nick.