STRANDOMS: the stray and random thoughts
Jun 19 ,2025
Hill-Side Bonds:
the friendship tales
S.RAMKUMAR
When I began my PhD in 1991 at the University of Reading, UK, I joined the Agricultural Extension and Rural Development Department (AERDD). It was housed in an old building at the Earley Gate, but its unassuming exterior belied its international acclaim. AERDD was renowned as one of the best in its field, boasting an exceptional faculty and a vibrant community of students pursuing various postgraduate courses, from MA in Rural Social Development and MSc in Agricultural Extension to Agricultural Education and postgraduate diplomas, alongside fellow PhD scholars like myself.
The international student body within the department was truly remarkable. It was a diverse group from different countries, offering immense opportunities for mutual learning and discovery. Among us were highly accomplished officers from the Indian Administrative Service (IAS), Indian Forest Service (IFS), and Indian Economic Service (IES), all deputed for specialized postgraduate studies, typically focusing on development studies or extension science. Many of these individuals became wonderful friends, but one particular IAS officer, Dr. I. Devendran, became more like a brother.
Mr. Devendran stayed at Hill Side, quite close to my own accommodation. He had initially come with his family, but as his demanding coursework progressed, he remained alone to complete his studies. We shared many memorable times, especially on weekends. Our routine often involved a trip to the town centre, followed by an impromptu decision at Reading railway station: “Where shall we go this weekend?” We’d travel to places like Bath, Edinburgh, Brighton, Stratford, Warwick… in addition to frequent weekends in London. Our journeys together always filled with engaging conversation. Dr. Devendran was incredibly knowledgeable, and a wonderful singer too, often serenading our walks. Our discussions ranged from intellectual debates to light-hearted chatter about cookery and friends, making our time together lively and enriching.
Occasionally, I’d visit his Hill Side home, where he’d whip up a delicious sambar, following his wife’s precise instructions. The other international inmates in his house, myself included, always savored this taste of home. I distinctly remember our trips to the town center to buy a week’s worth of groceries. The walk back along Cross Road to Hill Side, laden with heavy bags, was always an effort, but Dr. Devendran would insist, “Let us walk! Walking is a pleasure here because it’s cold.” He’d lighten the load with his beautiful songs, making the journey enjoyable. Once we reached home, a hot cup of tea awaited us, instantly relaxing us and setting the stage for more wonderful discussions ahead.
We are still in touch with the spirit of 1991!