My Y2K memories
My Y2K memories It was the summer of 2000. I was ten years old and believed the world had somehow "reset" with the arrival of the Y2K year. Everyone was talking about computers crashing and satellites falling. But my thatha, Shri Srinivasan Iyengar, Cheenu Thatha as I fondly called him said something quite different: “Y2K year? Let me make it memorable for you.” Now, mind you, Thatha was a retired government servant, living a quiet life on a modest pension, with no family properties to boast of only rich values and rock-solid character inherited from generations before him. He had also fought and survived multiple myeloma since 1975. But what he lacked in material wealth, he more than made up for abundant love in heart and courage to travel. That year, he planned a trip for me, my dear Pattu Paatti and my Periamma to Pandharpur and Mantralaya. It was my first time going anywhere beyond South India. It felt like boarding a rocket ship. The train journey itself felt l...