Titin - Chronicles of an improbable journey - intro

Thus begins the tale of a kid (from what and when I can recall and remember), at 21/24 Vivekananda Road, Durgapur, West Bengal, India. My father, to the time I can recall, worked at the Durgapur Steel Plant. I know, he used to teach Civil Engineering at a technical school (this wasn’t a college as far as I know – it happened to be a department at one of the high schools in B-Zone) in Durgapur. But then he got this opportunity to join as a foreman I believe at the plant – which used to be one of the very few heavy industries in the entire nation of India. My mother, an arts graduate (and at that time it was a big deal), either chose to be a home-maker or there weren’t that many places where she could work. She came from a pretty well-to-do, renowned family at Calcutta. I am sure, going through the rigors of regular household work, must have come as quite a shock. She had never been to buy vegetables at a market before. So, haggling with fish-mongers...you can guess my Dad's face when he saw the damage to his wallet..