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24 July 2010

Rivers - Random Thoughts # 3


History says that all civilisations developed and grew on river banks. All the prominent cities in the world are still the ones that have a river flowing through it.

If you have ever spent a few hours on the bank of a river, you would know the soothing and healing effects of a river, with its soft music and cool breeze. Rivers have sweet water and thus they support a variety of marine life. The rivers provide a means of transportation, of humans as well as goods, they also provide recreation in the form of row boats, sailing and other water sports are also becoming more popular by the day, they also provide hydro electric power. The beauty of water falls when they traverse the hilly terrain is always a thing to cherish. The Niagara falls are world famous, there are other innumerable other falls all over the world which are very also very beautiful.

I was born in Delhi and I lived the first ten years of my life in Kashmiri Gate in Delhi. We were very close to the present Nigambodh Ghat. The river Yamuna used to flow where we have the Ring Road today. In the monsoon or during a flood, the river used to literally reach our door step. Our government bungalow was on a slightly elevated area so we never had the flooding problem, but I did manage to see the river and see its various hues and moods from close quarters. I was always fascinated by the river and seeing the boats I would wonder and imagine as to what lay on the other bank of the river. At that age I could never have imagined that this river would reach Agra and the merge into the famous Ganga (Ganges) at Allahabad, and end its journey in Bengal to merge into the sea..

After that we had moved to Calcutta (now Kolkata) and there we had the Hooghly snaking through the city. Hooghly is the longest distributary of the Ganga – the most sacred river in India for the Hindus. I had a few occasions for a boat ride in the river. We had the old fashioned covered boats – lantern and all that – in the vicinity of the Howrah Bridge. These were mainly used for fishing and crossing the river as the township of Howrah was on the other side. These boats could also be used or hired for pleasure. The type you see in the historic Amar Prem (Rajesh Khanna & Sharmila Tagore). The famous temples of Dakshineshwar & the Belur Math on either side of the river are not only historic landmarks and have also become important tourist destinations.

We moved back to Delhi when I was 14, but we stayed fairly far from the river, we were living in Reading Road (now known as Mandir Marg) near the famous Birla temple. At that time there were a few row boats (could seat maximum five) available for hire near the India Gate, that was not too far from Reading Road and boating became quite a passion with me.

After passing my school I went for Engineering in the well known Birla Institute of Technology, Ranchi. The college was situated on the bank of the river Subarnrekha and one its tributaries called Jhumar having their confluence just near the campus. These two surrounded our campus on 3 sides. You can see the photos of the campus and the confluence of the rivers by a click here. Such was the attraction of the river – that a classmate of mine, one Siddharth Shah, and I would at times just go and sit on the bank of the river and listen to its soft gurgling as it flowed along lazily.

II joined the Hindustan Aeronautics Ltd in Bangalore. There was no river in Bangalore, though there was a huge natural lake, a lake where one could hire a row boat – the Ulsoor Lake. The call and the lure of the water and boats led me to it. Once we experienced a storm while Varsha and I were in a boat in Ulsoor. The boat did not capsize but it etched a permanent fear of water in my wife's mind.

We moved to Lucknow and on to the banks or Gomti river. There was an area near the Imambada, where the fishermen would give us a joy ride in a boat. Our son Anurag was about 2 years old and still remembers his boat ride as ek batti and do pachach (meaning a lantern and two spoons – chamach) which meant the oars.

Apart from supplying a city or civilization with drinking water, marine life and fertile areas rivers were also used as a dumping ground for the waste of the city. The rivers have been historically a necessity for the cremation grounds for the Hindus. After the death and cremation, the ashes of the dead were disposed off in the rivers. The rivers, thus, also assumed a religious tint and were worshipped as goddesses. The Ganga being a sure passage to heaven. Thus on the banks of the rivers emerged all the religious and pilgrimage places. For those of northern India situated on the bank of the holiest river Ganga – Haridwar (meaning 'gateway to the lord' ) was the most holy place and traditionally the families would immerse the ashes of their dead in the Ganga at this place. Thus in Haridwar, developed a tradition or families of pandas – Hindu priests – who would record your dead and also the births. All you need to tell them is the original town and your surname and they have evolved a manual system of maintaining your Family Tree. Mine was traceable for about 250 years quite easily.

The rivers have also been romanticised by poets in all the ages. In fact a beautiful romantic poem of Rabindranath Tagore comes to my mind, I just cannot help but to reproduce one verse of the same:

We both live in the same village and that is our one piece of joy.
The yellow bird sings in their tree and makes my heart dance with gladness.
Her pair of pet lambs come to graze near the shade of our garden.
If they stray into our barley field I take them up in my arms.         
The name of our village is Khanjuna, and Anjana they call our river;
My name is known to all the village and her name is Ranjana.”
London has the the famous Thames. The river is the life line of the city and since London is not too far from the ocean, the river is a major highway to the port of London for international trade. On date it is a major source of tourism, water sports, a large variety of wild life. It is also used for Hydro-electric power. It is being used for boat cruises, fishing and even the HMS Belfast is permanently stationed in the river and has been converted into the Imperial War Museum.

Paris has its Seine and its famous bridges. There are 37 bridges spanning the river in Paris itself and about a dozen more elsewhere on the river. The river is also used for trade and ships come into the river up to about 100 km from the English Channel till port at Rouen. AND can you forget the beautiful song of Dean Martin “Under the Bridges of Paris”? Click the link if you wish to listen, and watch the scenes of Paris at the same time.

The Rhine river is the most important in Europe. It starts in Switzerland, goes along the border of Austria and becomes the most important river in Germany. Ultimately flowing through Holland – it enters the sea. Being on a cruise in Germany at Boppart is a real treat. We went upstream for about a couple of hours – with villages and castles dotting the banks on either side. A very scenic journey. There is really no end, one can fill a complete blog with just one river.

The Amazon, the Mississippi, the Nile, the Danube, Congo, Yantze, Brahmaputra, Lena, Tiber etc. etc., the list is never ending. Each has its history, civilizations and special features.

One just needs to think of a town/city/civilization and you will find it on the bank of a river. However, it is saddening to note that most of the rivers are gradually turning into sewers or drying up. The toxic wastes of the so called civilised world is destroying its own life giving source. Let us ponder and think a while as to what we can contribute to reverse this change and not destroy ourselves.


20 July 2010

World's Easiest Quiz - Forwards # 3



(Thanks to Jairaj Mehta)

WORLD'S EASIEST QUIZ!


(Passing requires only 3 correct answers out of 10!)
1) How long did the Hundred Years' War last?
2) Which country makes Panama hats?

3) From which animal do we get cat gut?
4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?
5) What is a camel's hair brush made of?
6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?

7) What was King George VI's first name?
8) What color is a purple finch?
9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?
10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?
Remember, you need 3 correct answers to pass.

Check your answers below.







ANSWERS


1) How long did the Hundred Years War last? 116 years
2) Which country makes Panama hats? Ecuador
3) From which animal do we get cat gut? Sheep and Horses
4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?November
5) What is a camel's hair brush made of? Squirrel fur

6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal? Dogs
7) What was King George VI's first name? Albert
8) What color is a purple finch? Crimson
9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from? New Zealand
10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane? Orange
(of course!)

What do you mean, you failed?!!

Me, too...!!!

Kuchh Nai - Forwards # 2










KUCHH NAI
(Meaning "Nothing- for the benefit of my International friends)

(Courtesy Rohit Kumar)


How often have you asked a friend, who is visiting you in the evening,
"What will you have?"
and been told " Kuchh nai"-- Kuchh nai ? ---  Especially --- from the friend's wife?

 
And now, this Sikh gentleman from England has come up with the appropriate response:
He promptly pulls out THIS bottle!!

Please note the name he has given his distillery!
True 'Punjab da puttar'
(son of the soil) - the land of five rivers, where more Scotch flows every night
than is produced in Scotland!!!




More details for Kuchh Nai at http://www.kuchhnai.com/

18 July 2010

No borders - Random Thoughts # 1

No Borders
I had the occasion of travelling through Europe in this month. All the journeys – traversing seven countries viz, France, Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, Italy & France – were done by road. I was amazed to notice that when we crossed a border and entered another country we literally had to be on the lookout to be aware that we are crossing into into another country.

The typical sign post you see on the right is noticed when you enter any country. There is no check post, no custom or immigration check, there is no restriction of any kind. Cars, coaches are not stopped for searching or checking, that is supposed to have been taken care at the time you entered the EU (European Union). This is the magic of Schengen. You can move from country to country at your free will. Their agreements dissuade criminals from fleeing one country just to get sanctuary in another country. They can not only be pursued by the Police into another country but can even be arrested when requested by the authorities of the country from which they could be fleeing. Yet they are independent. Most of the countries covered in the Schengen list also use the same currency, making it yet easier for the citizens, for the tourists and for their own administrators. Many of these countries used to remain at war with each other and their borders were no better than those between India & Pakistan, Nepal or Bangladesh. They not only realized and admitted their short sightedness but also rectified the situation. The original  Schengen 1 agreement was signed by only 5 European States (France, West Germany, Belgium, Luxembourg & Netherlands) on the 14th of June 1985. Gradually it kept extending and now the list includes 25 countries that are fully covered.
Look at the immense advantages:
1. No border control manning or defence expenditure for the same.
2. International trade gets benfit and citizens reap the benefits.
3. Tourisn gets a boost.
4. Crime reduces.
Disadvantage - appears to be only one, ie., the political parties/politicians are unable to get personal gains by controls and by heavy defence expenditure.

Before the implementation of the Schengen Agreement, most borders in Western Europe were patrolled and a vast network of border posts existed around the continent, to check the identity and entitlement of people wishing to travel from one country to another. Visa requirements also varied and the possessors of visas to visit one European country would not necessarily be entitled to visit others without separate visas.
Since the implementation of the Schengen rules, border posts have been closed (and often entirely removed) between participating countries. The Schengen Borders Code requires participating states to remove all obstacles to free traffic flow at internal borders. Thus, road, rail and air passengers no longer have their identity checked by border guards when crossing borders (however, security controls by carriers are still permissible). Visitors to Schengen countries can receive a Schengen visa that entitles them to travel freely throughout the Schengen area.

The famous Berlin Wall, Border check posts, Visa controls, Troops and tanks invading the countries etc. all have become history.

I wish that our Politicians can think for the country and not just for themselves and also drill some sense into our neighbouring politician, the future generations will be ever so grateful to them. India & Pakistan can again become one and a real super power, and the Indian Empire can be at least brought close to its former glory.

Puzzle - Forwards # 1

PUZZLE
(Courtesy Subhash Tahilramani)


This puzzle is called Lateral Thinking.
Scroll down slowly and be honest to yourself.



Think like a wizard . . .













     man
Q1.    ---------
     board
















Ans. = man overboard










Okay, let's see if you've got the hang of it.
















   stand
Q2.    ------------
 i


























Ans. = I understand


















OK .. . .






Got the drift ?














Let's try a few now and see


how you fare ?












Q3.    /r/e/a/d/i/n/g/




















Ans. = reading between the lines






















Q4.      r  
         road  
          a    
      d




















Ans. = cross road -->
















Not having a good day now, are you ?




Redeem yourself.




















Q5.      cycle  
       cycle  
     cycle


























Ans. = tricycle
















Not easy to figure out ha!
























    0
Q6.      ---------  
     M.D.
     Ph.D.




























Ans... = two degrees below zero


















C'mon give it a little thought! !




















       knee
Q7..      ------------
     light




























Ans.. = neon light






( knee - on - light )


















U can prove u r smart by getting this one.














                       ground  
Q8.                      ------------ ---
                  feet feet feet feet feet feet


































Ans. = six feet underground












-->




Oh no, not again ! !
























Q9.    he's X  himself


























Ans. = he's by himself


















Now u messing up big time.




















Q10.      ecnalg


























Ans. = backward glance
















Not even close! !




















Q11.      death ..... life




























Ans. = life after death
















Okay last chance ............ . ......






Q12.     THINK




























Ans.. = think big ! !




















And the last one is real fundoo - - -


Q13.  


ababaaabbbbaaaabbbb ababaabbaaabbbb. ..




















Ans. =  long time no 'C' -->

Forwards - Random Thoughts # 2

FORWARDS

We all receive "Forwards" galore if you are on e-mail. You have 2 choices - DELETE or FORWARD. The former makes you think and feel 'Aw that was good - I should have shared it'. The latter generally gets abuses from some, smiles from some others - and most often the person who receives them just deletes them being unable to cope with the volume that gets into the in INBOX.

So far I had a decision rule in my Outlook Express - that transferred all mails marked "FW:" in the subject line in a separate folder. It was much easier to read/attend/delete at leisure.

So - I have decided to put the interesting ones on this site and delete the others. The choice is thus yours .... if you wish to read or not to read - it ain't cluttering your mail box with unnecessary junk

Await my series on "Forwards". I do plan to mention the person(s) from whom I receive the forwards.

Sorry folks - 'forwards' with attachments is going to be a different ball game.

PS - Random Thoughts #1 is in draft stage.

16 July 2010

Episode, His Diary - Chapter 3

(Picture of Gomoh Junction, courtesy Indian Railways)


His Diary


On the 5th of March 1967 I boarded the Kalka-Howrah Mail around 8 am from Delhi Junction heading for my college in Ranchi. I had come for a short trip – literally bunking college as there had been a strike and the University had been closed sine die. So, finally, I was heading back. I was travelling alone this time. We were about a dozen boys in our class who belonged to Delhi and we generally travelled in small groups, and without rail reservation. Our trips were hardly ever planned in advance to enable us to get a 3-tier berth in the fastest train in India. The Kalka Mail – was one of the few prestigious and fast trains. It had a dining car, a couple of 3rd Class 3-tier coaches, 1 – 2-tier coach in the second class. It used to traverse the Delhi – Howrah (Calcutta) stretch in about 24 hours; as compared to the 36 hour journey of many of its contemporaries.



It used to be quite an arduous journey. Had to travel in the 'dining car' for most part of the journey – but finally at Mughal Sarai Junction – around 10 pm – the dining car also finally downed its shutters. Mughal Sarai was otherwise my favourite station, it was the only Railway station in the Northern Railway network that had delectable mutton cutlets not only in its Railway Restaurant but also with the vendors on the railway platforms. I believe that the tradition started during the British Raj.



Being a fast train it was always always over crowded. Had to somehow survive till about 2 am when the train reached Gomoh Junction – from there I would be boarding the Patna-Ranchi Express and reach Ranchi early next morning. Sleeping was out of question, so a pack of twenty would be quite handy and a faithful companion through the night.



So far so good, I never travelled with much luggage. A faithful 22” suitcase of beige colour was my permanent companion; it was convenient for me to be able to sit on it in the otherwise jam-packed train. Finally at Gomoh I had managed to enter a crowded compartment through a window – as no one would open the doors at that unearthly hour of two in the morning. I just managed to prop the suitcase on the floor and sat on it. My faithful 20's pack was out when the train got into motion lulling everyone else back to sleep. All through the night I seemed to be only one awake, smoking one cigarette after another – waiting for the sky to brighten and have a cup of tea at a wayside station.



Early morning around seven, the train chugged into Muri Junction. That was the place for the morning tea. I came in with a steaming earthen cup of tea and propped myself back on my suitcase. It was then that I noticed her. She was sitting in the window in the same row of my improvised seat, there was a family of 3 (or was it 4) between us. She was slim, good figure, slightly dark (wheatish – as the matrimonial columns say), and a sweet face. She had briefly looked towards me, or was it towards the tea, and then looked away to the fleeting landscape.



The train chugged on....



We were less than 20 minutes from our destination. “Are you from BIT?” - a very direct question. “Yes?”
That got us talking. She was not shy, and not boisterous either. Her name was “Varsha” - nice name. Next meeting? No go. She was a hosteller in the Women's College. No access to phones either. In desperation I asked, "Can I write?"
Just gave me her address and a permission to be able to write to her.



After giving a day for settling down in the routine of the hostel, I promptly penned a small letter to her, I had not even told her my name – so I started with an introduction of myself. Was wondering if I shall hear from her. Even the address was a bit vague – Hostel No. 2, Ranchi Women's College, Ranchi.



Anyway I dropped it in the letter box...

(Did you read the chapter 1 - Episode - click here OR would you like to move on to the next episode Forty Years - Episode - Chapter 4 - then click here)

13 July 2010

Episode, Her Diary - Chapter 2

Her Diary

On the 4th of March 1967 I boarded the Delhi – Howrah Express from Delhi Junction Railway Station around 10 pm. My parents had come from Faridabad to see me off. I was the only girl from this part of the country to be studying in Ranchi Women's College. I was a hosteller in the RWC, was in my second year doing my B. A. (Honours) in Political Science.


The train had an unreserved 3rd class coach which was for Ranchi. My parents had managed to occupy the luggage rack for me by tipping a coolie – that could be used as sleeping berth in the night. The train would be reaching Patna after nearly 24 hours and this coach would be then connected to the Patna-Ranchi Express and I would be reaching Ranchi around 8 am next morning. A cycle rickshaw to college would take me to my abode till the next vacation. Journeys were mostly uneventful.


It must have been some time in the middle of the night when I noticed him from my high perch of the berth where I was sleeping. He was sitting on, presumably, a suitcase and was smoking. In the otherwise darkness of the compartment, the red glow of the cigarette tip seemed to be the only sign of life. Everyone appeared asleep except him, the glow of the cigarette tip … and I dozed off again.


It was early morning, around 7 am, when the train halted at Moori Junction. I woke up and almost as a reflex action looked down towards the place he was sitting. He was not there. Before I had time to wonder – he came in with a steaming tea in a kullad (clay cup), it looked really tempting. I descended from my perch and was thinking of getting a cup for myself, the engine gave a shrill whistle and the train chugged into motion, with a nasty jerk.


I was given the window seat and a family of three was sitting in-between him and me. After a while the little brat in the family was clamouring for the window seat. So I shifted fairly close to him – where he was still sitting on his suitcase.


He was youngish – maybe 20-25, I myself had yet to complete my 17 years. Am not sure how we started talking. He was studying in the fourth year of engineering in Birla Institute of Technology, Mesra. He discovered I was a hosteller in RWC and also discovered that he cannot meet me, as visitors were not allowed. In desperation he asked if he could write, and I was surprised at my own reaction, I gave him my postal address.


I reached college and was back in the humdrum of the routine. I had completely forgotten about him till I received a letter from him. It was quite a brief letter, more of an introduction of his, and a bit about his college. He reminded me that he was the chap who met in the train. His name was Triloki but his friends called him Cuckoo. What a stupid name for a boy.


I had not thought of writing back or replying to him, but it just happened. Maybe the loneliness of the hostel life...

(PS - Please continue to Episode, His Diary - Chapter 3, by clicking here)

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