Gangarams’s Book Bureau on MG Road, Bangalore was a favourite haunt for many of us. We would spend hours browsing through the books and then make our way back to the hostel by catching a bus from the stop in front of Galaxy or India Garage on St Marks Road.
More often than not, we would leave empty handed or sometimes buy a greeting card or two. Not so in the case of Parmar. He wasn’t one to be bothered by minor details like going to the counter and paying for the book (I’m sure that Nagi, who I think was with him, must have meekly protested). He deftly slipped it into the confines of his leather jacket and gleefully made it back to the hostel.
All of us were in the room waiting for the big moment when Parmar took the book out of his jacket, placed it on the table/bed and opened it to see the great pics of bikes .
I can still remember the expression on his face when it turned out that the book, a coffee table version at that, was a philosophical treatise based on the Metaphysics of quality and other such serious stuff. Poetic justice in some ways considering how Parmar used Metaphysics to spirit the book from MG Road to Jayanagar………..
Remember Parmar going to windsor manor for the left over buffer after starving the whole day.
ReplyDeleteParmaa and myself stood outside Chinaswamy stadium gate and got two season tickets from a stranger who was not interested in seeing the test after the 2nd day. Later in the evening we went to westend hotel to see the players upclose and Parmar irritated Gordon Greenidge who threatened to throw Parmar in the pool.
Parmar had his ways of doing things.