My Precious One, my husband of more than five years, my soul mate.::
Born and raised in India, he came to North America more than 30 years ago. An Engineering Ph.D. and Professor, he has been helping to grow America's native technical abilities and workforce for most of his life.
He visits India regularly; more frequently now that he has retired and I have the chance to take care of him as he has taken care of me.
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He is passionate about cricket, about justice, about education for the underprivileged and giving to the community, about optimizing and improving our home network (currently four computers strong) and about trying to install and configure every known version of Linux on our server.
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He gives a running commentary on the folly of politicians, the stupidity of public administrators, the idiocy of most law, and the ills of the world.
His humor is mostly self-effacing; he loves to play the village idiot and disconcert those who do not know him. Frequently people will in all earnestness start correcting him or helping him "understand," not having caught the joke.
He likes Taj Mahal tea but loves one-yard coffee, especially with chicory. His heart is in Chennai during Music Season and he hates winters with snow.
There is a significant age difference between us, which makes for quite interesting differences in perspective when coupled with the cultural differences.
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He has two grown sons, well-settled. The younger is married and has an infant daughter, light of her Thathayya's eye.
