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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)

24 June 2010

Episode - Chapter 1




The story of Varsha and Triloki started in a 3rd class unreserved coach of the Indian Railways on the 6th of March 1967, that was when they met for the first time. It was a chance meeting and that too a very brief one, but the future (some people like to call it destiny) had something else in store for them.


Varsha was studying in the Ranchi Women's College in BA (Pol Sc) and Triloki was a budding engineer, studying in the Birla Institute of Technology, Mesra, Ranchi, in the Mechanical Engineering branch.

A lot of water has flown in the Ganges since that fateful day. We married in October 1970, had a lovely boy in May 1972, followed by a charming baby girl in December 1974 ..... the moving finger moved on... and now we are grandparents. Varsha joined the State Bank of India as a probationer & Triloki, an engineer, started his career as a Management Trainee with HAL. Time does not stand still and also takes it toll. We have lived through the ups and downs and have lead a full life - but no acheivements that would shape or affect history of this vast nation; yes we have definitely shaped the history of our near and dear ones and try to spread a bit of happiness to those around us.
THEN
NOW









































(FIRST PUBLISHED ON 11TH SEPT 2005 on log http://nagpalvarshatriloki.blogspot.com/  
ZINDAGI EK SAFAR HAI SUHANA)

(Do read about our first meeting in the next chapter, click here Episode, Her Diary - Chapter 2)

11 June 2010

Preface - My memoirs of BIT Mesra (1963-1968)


My memoirs of BIT Mesra (1963-1968 – it used to be 5 years for the degree)

Being fresh from school and the youngest in my family after 5 elder sisters, I was thoroughly spoilt and protected. When I got the interview letter from BIT (Birla Institute of Technology), Mesra it was natural for my father – who was in Calcutta – to accompany me for the admission.

We reached early morning by the Howrah-Ranchi Express, managed to get a cab for BIT. Went straight to go to the college building for the basic formalities of registration and the like. After my admission process was over and an account in UCO Bank branch in the college building was opened, my dad went back to Calcutta.

The college had a five-year degree course after Higher Secondary, in four branches of engineering, viz., Mechanical, Electrical, Civil and Electronics & Telecommunication. I was admitted to the Mechanical branch.

I shall be penning the various aspects of life/incidents and generally the happenings of BIT Mesra – in various chapters in this blog. Hopefully it will see the shape of a book some day.

See the college building and few other BIT pics at http://www.panoramio.com/photo/22455988

11 December 2008

MOON MISSION - INDIA

A lot of hoopla was built up when India successfully launched a rocket to the moon on the 22nd of October this year. A remarkable achievement for the Indian scientists and technicians. Are we trying to compete with the super powers and come into their league.

Has anyone - our politicians and the government bureaucracy really considered if we need to get in the "super power club"? Is it justified to squander our resources for this show or a certificate? Do we have our priorities right?

CAN WE REALLY BECOME A SUPERPOWER?

The super power league is having nuclear arsenal, space missions and rockets. According to the Wikipedia - A superpower is a state with a leading position in the international system and the ability to influence events and its own interests and project power on a worldwide scale to protect those interests. So by virtue of this moon launch have we become a super power?
What should be the priorities in a developing nation? How many of those we can boast of having achieved?

I may not be a globe trotter - but I have visited about a dozen countries and what I notice that the life of the common man is very different from the life of a common man in India. In the developed countries - the state is responsible for the health and security of its citizens. There is insurance (NHS - in the U.K). There is dole for the unemployed – along with safeguards to avoid misuse of the system. Travel in public transport for senior citizens is often free or highly subsidized. This is true for the developed nations. But what we see in other nations is something that should make us hang our heads in shame.

Tanzania is also one of the countries I happened to visit, it is amongst the poorer nations – yet when one moves around in Dar-e-Salam (its capital) – one notices the differences from Mera Mahaan Bharat. The roads are cleaner and better maintained than in New Delhi. People do not throw garbage on the streets. Most remarkable thing that you might notice is the discipline of traffic. Our capital is just the other extreme, we proudly display a lot of hoardings saying “Lane driving is sane driving”, “Be safe than sorry” – and the like, the list is endless. But what is done to ensure lane driving. If a motorist is in the wrong lane – he has the right only to follow the traffic in that lane and not cut across other lanes at the intersections, but there is no enforcement. Thus we have wastage – wastage of time, gasoline – in other words our resources get wasted for our own stupidity (or it could be called arrogance). This follows with road rage and the like. Making our capital city the capital of crime and all that follows.

Let’s go over to another aspect of this Super Power certificate. You do not have to visit the slums or the ghettos of our capital, you see poverty all over and along with that you also see affluence, to such an extent that it seems obscene. One side you see all the swanky cars and the wastage, and then you see the poverty – little children begging, the small 3 yrs plus children who should be going to school are forced to perform acrobats on street corners and risk their lives with the fast moving cars around. Their lives are not worth more than a single line news item on page5. What we need to have on our priority is not a rocket for the moon but education for the children, an assured future for them. We do not need to squander the tax-payers money for the moon launch. Enough research has been already done by the super powers – the powers who can boast of a roof, 2 rooms and 4 wheels for its citizens. Can we even proudly say that a majority of our citizens have this?

What do we hope to achieve from the moon launch, any minerals that we shall get from there? Any strategic advantage in any aspect of our lives? Any scientific information that the world does not have? “NONE OF THE ABOVE” is the reply. Then why we – tax payers – do not raise our voice against such extravaganza? Why do we not demand where our money is to be spent; after all we are the persons who select the government – they are not our rulers but are selected by us to govern or administer the state. Why do we forget that? It’s not enough to select and elect a government but we must also exercise our right to control and decide what is good for us.

Why do we not priorities development that affects are lives – that makes the quality of life better. If Japan & China can build Maglev (magnetic levitation trains, to go upto 500 km per hour) to build a better, faster, cheaper and certainly more comfortable public transport – why do we not invest in that direction. We are still thinking of flyovers for roads only and not make world class rapid transportation systems. Why the aerospace research – which is not only expensive but no use the common citizens.

What does improve the life of the common man. Healthy water, air, food. Good medical facilities for all – including infants, disabled, seniors etc. Basic education for all. Good work environment – in terms of comfort and challenges, to enable individuals to grow and prove their mettle. Comfortable and economical public transport. Housing. As a country wanting to enter the Super Power league how much of this can we say that we have achieved even our cities? On a scale of 1 t0 10, we would be rated around 2.

We are really not fit to have self rule. We have a slave mentality, we have been ruled for too long. Our outlook is very narrow. I clean my house and throw the garbage into the street from my window. The street, the area, the city and ultimately I feel that the country does not belong to me. So anyone exploiting or misusing our resources is of little or no concern to me. We were ruled by the Mughals, then the British, now we are ruled by our bureaucracy and even our administrators. The police is looked not like it’s for the people but its an oppressive force who exploits the common man rather than help him. We have no one else to blame but ourselves. We accept, tolerate and even encourage the so called police raj.

We are successful world over – as good scientists, good business men, good administrators – however we fail in our own country. Have you ever given it a thought why it is so? Why we are bad teem players but excel as individuals? When we work abroad in any other country we fit into their system – but does not our own country have a system in place?

Even our religious philosophy does not seem to keep pace with the changing scenario. Our role models – Meena Kumari and Ram. Both are detrimental and harmful to our system. That could be discussed in a different chapter – till then you can do some introspection and think over on what I have said. The Bhagvad Geeta that philosophies you too work without and end result is equally harmful. We need to change our basic philosophy and way of life.

To sum it all – what we require is a dynamic and progressive attitude and a leadership to match that. The leaders too have to emerge from the common man, and that is the need of the hour. Remember we have nobody else to blame but ourselves for all this.

05 December 2008

S M I L E

When I was a little boy - there was a song on this short and sweet word - with S M I L E - being spelt out. Not only that I have forgotten the song, but I have also forgotten how to smile.

As one goes through life, one hardens, gets set in his ways and the worst thing is that one forgets 'how to smile'. We Indians always look at a smiling person with suspicion. Why is so&so smiling? What are his/her intentions? Nazar lag jayegi etc., etc. This hits you particularly hard when you visit Europe or the U.S (I cannot say about other countries), if you do look around with an open mind. Every individual you come across, in those countries, has something to give, they will smile, sometimes even wave ... and it is so genuine. You hold a door for someone coming behind you - it never goes unacknowledged. You allow another drive through a small gap in the traffic and you also get a thank you nod and a wave. The list is endless - just crossing a stranger on the street will elicit a smile also if you happened to look at him for just a glance.

The question that comes into my mind is that why we are so stuck up? Why we cannot give such a simple gesture to another. Why is it that we also are suspicious of others?

We think we are great. We like to talk of our culture, the so called culture that just does not exist. We are great talkers – of our philosophy, our culture, our traditions, heritage and the like. Has anyone given a thought as to where we are in the world ranking on these? Can we hold a candle to the Greek philosophers and thinkers? What’s the great thing about our culture – apart from mythology (remember it says “MYTHS”), a bit of Rabindra Sangeet and Nalanda – we have a cast ridden society and the so called Hindu way of life – that is based on selfishness and deceit. There was some culture before the decline of the Buddhist religion in the country, which was butchered along with the Buddhists. Most of what we have in traditions or heritage have been given to us either by the Moguls or the British.

Coming back to the simple SMILE. I have been abroad – mainly to UK and the US and the smile is not only infectious but leaves one with a pleasant feeling and makes it much easier to go through the day in spite of all the depressing or sad events that could be making one sad or miserable.

Can we change our ways? Our attitude, our way of life. It is never too late to try.

28 August 2008

Aaria

Am writing after a long gap of inactivity. A lot of water has flown under the bridges of ganges since my last post.

To start with - I have become a grand dad again (this time I'm a DADA). Anurag and Jharna had a very sweet girl on the 24th of May in Nashua (N.H. - USA). Varsha and I were there at that time to welcome her into this world. Jharna's parents were also there. It was an a pleasent event for all. All went quite smoothly. Our grand daughter was 7 lb and 11oz.(3.48 kg), 20-1/2 inches - tall girl, was born at 6.46 pm local time, she was named AARIA.

At present our full family (except for Raja) is here, and we are having a full house at Sainik Farms. Anurag, Chaitali, Kunaal, Aaliya, Mummy & Mrs Hireker (chaitali's m-i-l). Jharna and Aaria would have been here too but Aaria had a viral so they are at present in Jharna's mom's house. Its also Jharna's birthday today (28th August).

Life has been hectic and busy since the last few days - however its thoroughly relaxing, with all the family around. Looking back - I wonder - how I managed to work in HCL for almost 3-1/2 years, with all those crazy timings.

Thats all for tonight.

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