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20 April 2017

B.I.T - Bit by Bit





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18 August 2014

WEEKEND GETAWAY - CITY OF JOY

Victoria Memorial

WEEKEND GETAWAY - CITY OF JOY

Ranchi University's students' issues and strikes often gave us plenty of opportunity for unplanned vacations, Calcutta became one of my favorite weekend getaways. It was just an overnight journey by train. It was easy on the pocket. I had a place to stay that was almost like home and yet with the freedom that I would not have if it were home. My first cousin - a family man - had a flat in Alipore, one of the posh areas of the city. He would give me a spare key during my stay there, allowing me the freedom to come and go at any odd time.

I had also spent four years of my schooling in Calcutta during childhood and was perfectly at home with the local Bengali language as well as the city. As I loved the city, it would be in order to tell my readers a bit about my background and that of the city. Even our college had a sizable Bengali speaking population and Calcutta was as important to us as Ranchi or Ramgarh towns.

My father was in the Central Government. In the year 1955 – when I was just 10 – we moved to Calcutta from Delhi. We found a decent rented accommodation in Lake Place – which was close to the famous Dhakuria Lake in south Calcutta. It was a quiet neighborhood, predominantly a Bengali dominated area. All the youngsters around spoke only in Bengali, and I was totally unfamiliar with the language. It was then I discovered that “bone” means ‘sister’ and not the rigid organs that form our skeletal system. A young Bengali boy almost fainted with shock when I told him I have 32 bones – as I had only studied about the vertebra of the human body till the time. In spite of the language barrier, I found the young Bengalis quite friendly and acceptable, especially after I defeated another youngster of my size, in a freestyle friendly wrestling match. They slowly accepted me in the fold and I was a boy belonging to the “pada” (neighborhood).

Calcutta – now Kolkata – is likened to a mysterious lady, with many colors and hues. One either loves Calcutta or just finds it deplorable. There is no middle path. Any person who has lived in the city for at least a few months or a year would invariably fall in love with it, a strange love that remains for life; whereas a visitor finds it a terrible place. Sweaty in the summer, slushy in the rains, no winter as such. Filth, stench, urchins, traffic jams, rallies are what is the essence of the soul of Calcutta. Calcutta is the only Indian city where the tram service – a legacy of the British – is still operational.

The aura of Calcutta is evidenced from a book - "City of Joy" a novel written by Dominique Lapierre (1985) and in a 1992 film directed by Roland Joffe has been made based on the book. A very popular song “The Ladies of Calcutta” had hit the top of the charts in the early sixties. Cliff Richard has made a notch for himself in the western world. He was an Anglo-Indian born in Lucknow, spent some childhood years in Dehradun, was in Calcutta (Howrah) before his family moved to England after the Independence of India. Mother Teresa, Sourav Ganguly, Satyajit Ray have all been associated with this strange love.

Bengalis have a passion for football – not just cheering for Mohan Bagan or East Bengal – but also playing the game from childhood in the nearest patch of open land they would find. Rain, sun or clouds – whatever be the weather – football was a regular game with the young “pada” crowd. There was no park nearby. An empty plot of a house was enough for us and it was transformed into a football field. Every Bengali in Kolkata was a supporter of either of the two teams mentioned above (excluding the Muslims – who supported Mohammedan Sporting). They would not ask which team you support or root for; merely ask “Mohan Bagan or East Bengal?” I became a supporter of Mohan Bagan right away – before even knowing the name of a single player in the team. It sounded more palatable to me than East Bengal – and one cannot feign ignorance unless you want to be banished from the pada forever.

Every Bengali household has at least one singer or a person learning Rabindra Sangeet. One could find a harmonium in every middle-class household and could listen to strains of songs and music wafting across in the evenings. Around dusk, you could also hear the conch shells being blown – puja time. The shops would burn a sweet-smelling incense – the smell and smoke would permeate in the atmosphere – and this scent was as much a part of Calcutta as anything else.

Fish. That is another thing found everywhere in Calcutta. Every pada market will have a section for fish. You will find an abundance of freshwater fish like Rohu and Ilish. Smaller variety like Bata. And of course, Bengalis are also fond of the shelled varieties of seafood, viz., prawns, crabs, and lobsters. Sea fish are less popular however these days they have also invaded Kolkata, especially Bombay Duck and Pomfret. So it goes without saying that the smell of the fish market is also much a part of Calcutta. If you are in a Bengali neighborhood – the smell of cooking of fish will be pervading the atmosphere between 10.30 and 11.00 in the night. The Bengali bhadralok (gentlemen) or the elite of Calcutta generally return home to the family quite late, after midnight. Calcutta has a very colorful nightlife. Bars, night clubs are in abundance. In fact even today its one of the best places in India of nightlife for the young. Pubs and discotheques remain alive till early hours – 4 a.m. is not considered late. The old rich lot – the landlord type – had huge palatial houses with their own natural pond – called “pukur” in Bengali. Having your own pukur on your property, along with your supply of fish from it, was a status symbol in Calcutta.

It would be in order to mention the famous jhalmuri, non-veg. rolls of Nizam's near New Market, and the sweet shops selling rossogolas and sandesh - without which the Bengali folks cannot survive. The New Market itself with its famous pâtisserie shops - referred as bakeries. These are as much the soul of the city as other features. The New Market was established as an architecturally Gothic market-complex crystallized in 1873 and was formally opened on Jan 1st, 1884. Was christened Sir Stuart Hogg Market in 1903. Its a landmark and historically one could buy anything there. Centrally located between Chowringhee and Dharamtala, it is still a must for any visitor.

Duga Puja (courtesy Wikipedia)
Durga Puja. The most important and biggest Hindu festival of the state of Bengal. The entire city has a totally festive look for the 10 day period when the idols Durga, Lakshmi, Ganesha, Saraswati, and Kartikeya are placed all over the pandals in the city. Its festive time. Pandals are set up in every small colony or area with the statues (idols) of the gods in all their finery and vying attention. The city is adorned with lights and people flock to the city from all over the country. The evenings are filled with the sound of drums and conch shells and the strong incense smell. Traffic comes to a standstill as people do pandal hopping to visit as many as possible. Stalls for clothes and eating are set up everywhere. Durga Puja in Calcutta is often referred to as the Rio Carnival of the Eastern Hemisphere. After 10 days the idols are consigned to the river - and that is another festival, you will see truckloads of idols and people - with beating drums - going all over the padas before the idols are taken to the banks of Hooghly river for the final destination, its called visarjan.

After staying for a couple of years in Lake Place – my father got government accommodation in Belvedere Area, a very upmarket colony for Central Government Officers – newly built, in the heart of the city, in the very compound of the famous National Library. So I moved out of the pada life to the sophisticated English speaking crowd. The library used to be the house of the Lieutenant Governor of Bengal during the British Raj. After the independence of the country – it was converted into a Government Library, in 1953 when it was shifted from its location at Metcalfe House, to the present location at Belvedere. It is the biggest and the best library in the country containing about 2 million books and half a million documents. It is also the second-largest public library in Asia.

According to popular belief, this building was not built by the British. Azim-Us-Shaan is believed to have constructed it in 1700 A.D. After the Battle of Plassey, Vanceytart got charge of this Bhawan. He was an Italian who named this mammoth building 'Belvedierre', giving the present-day name of Belvedere to the colony. The word connotes 'the queen of beauty'. Lady Hastings was also the owner of this house for a short while. It was sold to Major Tulley in 1780. The modern-day 'Tollygunge' in Calcutta bears memoirs of Major Tulley. However, this building was put to auction after the demise of Major Tulley in 1802. In 1850, the Govt. took charge of this palatial house. Some believe that Nawab Meer Zaffar had once stayed in Belvedierre Bhawan. Tollygunge has become synonymous with Tollywood – like Bollywood – Kolkata was home for the Bengali theatre and films (Tollywood).

Once I moved to Belvedere – it was another culture. The Senior Government Officials were nowhere near the Bengali culture that I was exposed to at Lake Place – it was more of the Raj Culture. All children would speak in fluent English – studying in English medium schools or convents. The Bengalis were in a minority. We were from all over – Punjab, Delhi, Bombay, Pune, Karnataka, Madras (now Tamilnadu), Andhra, Rajasthan, U.P., Himachal, etc etc, there were quite a few Anglo-Indians also in the officers’ lot. Football took a back seat, the youngsters played cricket, hockey, and rugby (with a football). It was a complete transition to British culture. In fact, Calcutta was so British even otherwise that at that time there still existed few clubs where Indians (dark-skinned persons) were not permitted. Royal Calcutta Golf Club is the oldest golf club in India and the first one outside Great Britain, it was established in 1829. Calcutta Rowing Club too was the first of its kind outside Great Britain – it was established in 1858. There is a 9-hole Calcutta Ladies Golf Club, established in 1891, the only ladies’ golf club in the world.

In Belvedere there was a club for the Central Govt. Officers – having facilities for tennis, swimming, table tennis, squash, badminton, etc, and of course card tables. One could see young lasses dressed in western attires, skirts, shorts, and the like.

The name Kolkata and the anglicized name Calcutta have their root in Kalikata, the name of one of the three villages (Kalikata, Sutanuti, Govindapur) in the area before the arrival of the British. "Kalikata", in turn, is believed to be a version of Kalikshetra ("Land of the goddess Kali"). Alternatively, the name may have been derived from the Bengali term kilkila ("flat area"). Again, the name may have its origin in the indigenous term for a natural canal, Khal, followed by Katta (which may mean dug). While the city's name was always pronounced "Kolkata" in the local Bengali language, its official English name was only changed from "Calcutta" to "Kolkata" in 2001, reflecting the Bengali pronunciation. Some view this as a move to erase the legacy of British rule. This change has not always been reflected by overseas media. While news sources like the BBC have opted to call Bombay Mumbai, Kolkata remains Calcutta. Many Indians also refer to the city by its British name.

Calcutta is one of the few cities which has a sizable population of Muslims, Chinese, Anglo-Indians, Marwaris apart from the majority of the local Bengali Babu or bhadralok. You have a China Town within the city. It was the only city in India that boasted of original Chinese cuisine till the mid-seventies before it started becoming popular in other places. It was a town where you could buy Chinese hand made leather shoes at prices cheaper than that of Bata and which would literally last you a lifetime. These were made to order to the size of your feet from the designs in the window. You could see the traditional Chinese dentists in Calcutta.

Calcutta also became the hub of the cottage industry in leather. On way to the Dum-Dum Airport, at Tangra – one could see hutments with leather sheets spread on their thatched roofs after tanning, and giving an awful smell to the entire area. Calcutta’s leather goods are still considered good and cheap although the bulk of the tanning industry has had to wind up or shift due to pollution control. Here the bulk of the tanneries were owned by people of Haka Chinese origin. "47 South Tangra Road", maybe the most confusing postal address, as it used to cover the whole of Chinatown Tangra with over 350 tanneries. Most of the standing structures have been built, over many years, by the industrious Hakka Chinese, upon marshy and reclaimed low lying land. Over the past several decades, it has served as the location of Calcutta's Chinatown. Food from Tangra is a distinct variety of traditional Hakka Chinese cuisine adapted to Indian ingredients and the Bengali palate. This has spread to the rest of India, along with the recipes earlier unique to Tangra. Tangra is now the most popular destination for Chinese food. Chinese food sold in Tangra restaurants is now known all over the world as "Hakka Style" Chinese food.

Calcutta served as the capital of India during the British Raj until 1911. Once the center of modern education, industry, science, culture, and politics in India, Calcutta has witnessed intense political violence, clashes, and economic stagnation since 1954. Since the year 2000, an economic rejuvenation has spurred in the city's growth. Like other metropolitan cities in India, Calcutta continues to struggle with the problems of urbanization: poverty, pollution, and traffic congestion. Because of the British legacy – we can see massive buildings with beautiful colonial architecture. One walk of 3 km along Chowringhee, will leave you thirsting for more. As a matter of fact – any of the older areas of the city will reveal to you the ancient beauty of the colonial and Victorian architecture. The famous Victoria Memorial is a marvel of architecture by itself.

Now Kolkata is the capital of the Indian state of West Bengal. It is located in eastern India on the east bank of the River Hooghly. When referred to as "Kolkata", it usually includes the suburbs, and thus its population exceeds 15 million, making it India's third-largest city and urban agglomeration.This also makes it the world's 14th largest metropolitan area.

Bengal is noted for its revolutionary history, ranging from the Indian struggle for independence to the leftist and trade union movements. We have names like Subhash Chandra Bose, Bipin Chandra Pal, Chittaranjan Das, Maulana Abul Kalam Azad, Khudi Ram Bose, Sarojini Naidu, etc. Also, there were well known social reformers who shaped the history of our country - most notable being Rajaram Mohan Roy (He is best known for his efforts to abolish the practice of sati, the Hindu funeral practice in which the widow was compelled to sacrifice herself on her husband’s funeral pyre) and Swami Vivekananda (considered to be a major force in the revival of Hinduism in modern India).

Calcutta is also known worldwide for its many bridges that link the city to its sister city of Howrah. The Calcutta Bridges include Rabindra Setu (Howrah Bridge), Vidyasagar Setu, Vivekananda Setu, Nivedita Setu, and Jubilee Bridge (India). The railway station that served the city was on the west bank of Hooghly river and the only connecting bridge - the iconic Howrah Bridge was the only link. It was known for its traffic jams and one had to add a couple of hours for the journey for that stretch of just half a mile of Howrah Bridge. The invention is the mother of necessity if you are going to catch a train and are stuck in a traffic jam - no worry - you could get coolies anywhere on the entire span of the jam to carry your luggage to the railway station.

Calcutta has also been the hub of culture. With Rabindranath Thakur having won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, he became a household word. Theatre had strong roots in the city too and the famous CLT (Children's Little Theatre) had world-class histrionics. Bengali movies were also a class apart, most Bengali movies were art and not commercial – with doyens like Satyajit Ray, Mrinal Sen, and Utpal Dutt who have achieved international fame for art cinema. I never met the former two, but Utpal Dutt used to teach the English language in my school (South Point School) and I had the privilege of learning the language from him. We had quite a lot of teachers who were associated with the CLT and our school used to be a showcase of talent in the theatre world.

The sea is not too far either. If you like beaches move to the nearest one - the Digha Beach and en route catch a glimpse of the Diamond Harbour as well.

The famous Botanical Gardens on the west bank of the Hoogly at Sibpur in Howrah. Known for its famous Banyan Tree more than 330 meters in circumference, the largest of its kind in Asia, it is considered more than 250 years old. The Gardens have a large variety of plants - more than 12000 - spread over about 130 hectares.

The place has a history in its churches & temples also. Of the better-known places, we have, on the banks of Hooghly river that snakes through the city – the Dakshineswar Temple. It was built in 1847 by Rani Rasmoni the place where Ramakrishna attained spiritual vision while working as a priest of Kali temple. On the banks of Ganges, north of Belur Math (the headquarters of Rama Krishna Mission), Sri Ramakrishna Paramhansa lived and offered his prayers here.

The mall culture has pervaded the city and the old traditional shopping and the soul of the city is disappearing. I left Calcutta in 1959 when my dad moved back to Delhi, but the magic of the place had gone into my blood & I am still in love with the old lady. At present, one can see a reasonable blend of the old and the new. The Metro is another feather in the cap.

Calcutta is now being often referred to as a 'dying city' – more than the earlier popular name of the City of Joy. However – in spite of it, my love for the city remains and I still always want to go there.

25 June 2012

My Sixtieth Birthday - Gretna Green - Memories # 1

(It would be nice to read this post as a sequel my Chapters 1 to 4 of the series "Episode" - clicking here would take you the first chapter)

Although it has been over 6 years that I celebrated the day when I completed 60 years of age, I still remember it as if it was yesterday.

It was December 2005 that we decided to spend the Christmas and New Year with our children and grand-children in London. Chaitali & Raja had two young children, Anurag & Jharna had yet to start their family. The children had planned a 3-4 day holiday in UK, starting from London and going north to Scotland and staying over at St. Andrews - the home of golf, where the game has nurtured for over 600 years. Anurag and Raja were both golf buffs - so that was the destination organized for my birthday bash and ringing in the New Year.

(Click here if you wish to know more about St Andrews)

Being a group of 6 adults and 2 growing up children and the thought of being cramped in Chaitali's Honda CRV for 5 days in travel was not very attractive - and it was decided to hire a bigger vehicle, even a 7-seater would be cramped, so Raja and I set out to get a bigger vehicle and we ended up hiring a 9-seater SUV for the trip. The route and halts were planned. On the 29th - we were driving through Gretna Green, that is a small village on the border of Scotland and England (click here for location map - zoom in or out), just within the Scottish side. Historically - it had been a village of blacksmiths; but its vantage position made it ideally suited for runaway marriages of the youngsters from the conservative English society.

Gretna's famous "runaway marriages" began in 1753 when Lord Hardwicke's Marriage Act was passed in England; it stated that if both parties to a marriage were not at least 21 years old, then parents had to consent to the marriage. The Act did not apply in Scotland, where it was possible for boys to marry at 14 and girls at 12 years old with or without parental consent (see Marriage in Scotland). Many elopers fled England, and the first Scottish village they encountered was Gretna Green. The Old Blacksmith's Shop, built around 1712, and Gretna Hall Blacksmith's Shop (1710) became, in popular folklore at least, the focal tourist points for the marriage trade. The Old Blacksmith's opened to the public as a visitor attraction as early as 1887. (courtesy Wikipedia).

In South India - there is custom where the couple performs a marriage ceremony when the man reaches 60 years of age. So that clinched it - we decided to get married (once again). What a perfect and romantic choice of the venue - Gretna Green. and the historic Blacksmith Shop with the historic anvil which had witnessed millions of marriages performed by the blacksmith priests.

The "priest" put my hand on the anvil, the asked my wife Varsha to put hers on top of mine. He picked up the sledge-hammer, looked at Varsha and said, "It will just hurt a wee-bit ..." - literally draining the color from our faces. Then he gently tapped the anvil with the sledge-hammer making a resounding sound and said, "May the bond of this marriage be as strong as this steel." And thus the ceremony was over. We got a certificate of our marriage duly signed by the priest and witnessed by a couple that had come visiting from the U.S.A. He told to click the photos and it was over. Short and sweet.

After the marriage ceremony, we drove on - lunching and snacking on the way. We had a halt at a beautiful way side hotel along the highway. We checked into our respective rooms and then Raja dropped in, "Lets go for a drink."- he chirped. It was a most agreeable suggestion and we headed for the bar. I was expecting our whole gang to be there but we were the only ones from the group. They will be just joining, he said - must be freshening up after the drive. Anyway, we settled down with our beers and peanuts. It must have been another hour so so - and none of the others showed up. We went up to our room and what do we see - all the others were there. The room was decorated with balloons and a happy birthday sign. The bed was strewn with many gifts - all for me. Some tiny and interesting knick-knacks, some odd gadgets, chocolates etc etc., and in the middle was a laptop - an IBM Thinkpad. It had always been my desire to own a laptop. How well the family knows you, you cannot just fathom. I was overwhelmed and my eyes became moist. This was the best birthday I had had in my entire life. This was not the end of the party - we moved on next day.

Our next halt was at St. Andrews Bay - a hotel and a 5-star resort. St Andrews is also known worldwide as the "home of golf". This is in part because the Royal and Ancient Golf Club, founded in 1754, exercises legislative authority over the game worldwide (except in the United States and Mexico), and also because the famous links is the most frequent venue for The Open Championship, the oldest of golf's four major championships. Visitors travel to St Andrews in great numbers for several courses ranked amongst the finest in the world, as well as for the sandy beaches. Raja and Anurag are both great golf buffs - so this destination was a dream come true for both of them.

The resort was decorated beautifully for Christmas and the New Year with an indoor X'mas tree that must have been over 40 feet high. The dining area was impeccable, the service was beyond compare. Kunaal and Aaliya were yet to see their 5th and 2nd birthdays respectively - and they were treated like royalty by the staff of the resort. Had some of the best dishes and wines over here. In the evening there was a show which was again just out of the world. We retired to our rooms quite late in the early hours of the morning, next morning was bright and sunny although the temperature was below freezing.

After a sumptuous and a lazy breakfast - we set out to see the historic golf course and the local sights of St Andrews. The golf course was fully covered with at least 5"-6" of snow - yet we went on to the course to click the photographs near the flag of the 1st hole. There were few other areas of interest - including a golf museum. We spent some time there. There was a small practice golf course for toddlers and kids there and we ended up buying a whole lot of mementos from the museum shop.

We then drove on to our next stop which was Edinburgh. An Scottish couple - the Aldyth and Theo's house - were our destination and we had the evening tea at their place. Lovely people and with a zest for life and knowledge. they were both retired and well past their prime and yet so full of energy. It was always a pleasure to meet them. Click here to know them better.

We halted overnight at their place, and we enjoyed a bit of sight-seeing of Edinburgh the next day. Visited the castle, the local market and the high grounds from where we could get an the birds' eye view of the town. In the evening we left for London. Chatali also bought 2 electronic SUDOKU puzzles for Varsha and me from a cafe joint at an exit on the motorway. We reached my daughter's house well past midnight and were asleep after the long and hectic journey.

It was the best celebrated and the most memorable birthday of my life.

07 February 2012

The Terrorists Have Succeeded - Random Thoughts # 13

It was past 8 pm, I wanted to see a movie with my wife at one of the malls in Saket - which is less than a couple of kilometers from the gate of our colony.

First I encountered a road block as soon as I got out of the colony gate in my car. There were armed cops at the road block and the traffic had to trickle through because of the bottle neck created by them. One vehicle at a time - the tail of the traffic must have been about a kilometer long. The cops had detained a couple of motorbikes on the side and were apparently checking their papers, and maybe pocketing some small denomination currency notes.

After considerable delay we reached the approach road behind the malls. Right in the middle of the road, there was a structure like a pill box, apparently made of sand bags and covered with a green sheet of  camouflage fabric. Propped up in the 'pill box' I could see a cop or or an army jawan who had his automatic rifle trained towards the traffic. Two more khaki uniformed men were checking the vehicles - getting the boot and the bonnet opened. Am not sure what they hoped to find.

Finally reached the entrance of the mall's underground parking. I had to open the bonnet and the boot again. One guard with a flashlight asked my wife to open the glove compartment, he shone his flashlight in that. He also scanned the rest of the car interior with his flashlight. Then we were asked to move on.

After getting off the car we had to enter the mall by an elevator - before entering the elevator we were made to pass through a metal sensor doorway, we were scanned by a metal detector (body scan). That too did not seem enough. We were frisked bodily by the private security agents at this point. My wife was asked to open her handbag and the female security guard peeped in rummaged the contents with her bare hands.

We went to the 2nd floor which had the ticket counter to the movie theater, got our tickets and we were once again frisked by metal detectors and body search by frisking. The security guard could feel a container in my coat pocket - which was the case for my spectacles. He asked me to take it out and show it him.

This is the life of a citizen in this free country in its capital city. You can imagine what it might be for a less privileged citizen.

The extremists/terrorists have succeeded in holding the entire country to ransom - just think about it. 


Note: This was a normal day - no high alerts. If a guard does notice a bomb or a gun and does face an actual terrorist. What will be his reaction? He either gets some greenbacks OR a bullet through him....

28 November 2011

The IITF 2011 - through my eyes








As the curtain rises on the India International Trade Fair - popularly known as IITF - this year, I present the reader a few facts, figures and fiction about it.

The IITF is an annual feature that has been taking place at the Pragati Maidan every year. The literal meaning is "progress grounds"; and that is exactly what it stands for. The IITF is not just a major tourist attraction which is visited by lakhs of people very year. Over the years it has also become a venue of an outing for the entire family like a picnic ground. It is also a showcase of the produce of our country for the purpose of trade within the country as well as trade with foreign nations.

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The start of the IITF dates back to 1980. The 31st India International Trade Fair started this year on the 14th of November and ended on the 27th of November - as always. These 14 days literally change the face of Delhi as far as traffic and commuting is concerned. The metro also played an important role in the traffic manangement by helping millions to visit the fair from distant places like Rohini, Dwarka, Gurgaon and the like, so much so that even tickets for the fair were being sold at all metro stations. The Pragati Maidan metro station had over a dozen counters selling the IITF tickets and a direct entry point from the station into the trade fair was really a convenience that was not there in the previous IITFs. As per the reports - Delhi metro had sold about 7 lakh tickets - the number had to be curtailed and stopped on the weekends in both weeks of the fair and the crowed would have become unmanageable in case the sale of the tickets was not curtailed.
The ITPO authorities say that the total footfall this year was of only 11 lakhs this year as against the estimate of 15 lakhs. Invariably the tickets earmarked for the day got fully sold off on the week ends. The weekdays were relatively deserted especially in the morning hours. Possibly that fact that the fare is open for public for full days after the first four "business days" was never advertised well enough to reach the masses.

The sea of humanity - weekday afternoon
The last day of the fare was a mess. the crowds kept swelling, enough to drive anyone berserk - including the cops on duty - who were not trained enough to handle such situations. They started wielding their lathis on the hapless citizens.

The pattern of the trade fair had changed this year. Earlier the morning hours - up to 2 pm were business hours, after that the fair was open to the masses every day except on weekends when it was open to the general public for the whole day. This year the first 4 days were marked aside for business visitors - ticket value Rs 400/- (unless of course you had an invite from a stall holder) for the full opening hours (09.30 to 20.30 hrs.) and the next 10 days were kept for the general public - ticket value Rs 40/- . I could not utilize the free pass I had got during the business days and I went for the fair after it had bee declared open to the general public. However, I did take a wise decision and went early on a Monday morning. The crowd was still quite less around 9.45 am; the parking spot was a breeze - got it on Purana Quila Marg - just about 100 yards from the Gate No, 5 of the grounds.
 
Maharashtra

The security was tight, the queue appeared quite long, but I have to admit that the waiting was not too long and within 7-8 minutes I was inside the fair. I have to admire the efficiency of the security arrangements. I do not think that they would have successfully been able to prevent a person carrying - let us say - plastic explosives, however, they kept the queues moving at a reasonably good pace yet carrying out their duties with reasonable alacrity.

The Pragati Maidan is the largest exhibition ground in the country and it covers about 150 acres (approximately 0.6 square km). it is managed by ITPO (Indian Trade Promotion Organisation) which is the premier trade promotion body of the Ministry of Commerce and Industry of the Indian government. Being spread on large grounds one needs to come day for a full day even if the ntention is to just see the stall of your interest. The stalls could be devided into the following broad categories:
1. State or Union Territory Pavilions.
2. Foreign stalls.
3. Government of India or Public Sector Corporations like Railways, Defence, Ministry of Steel etc.
4. Food or eateries and restaurants.
5. Theatres etc.
The Ancient Caste System - displayed at Maharashtra

This annual event provides a common platform for the manufacturers, traders, exporters and importers. The fair displays comprises a wide range of products and services including Automobiles, Coir Products, Jute, Textiles, Garments, Household Appliances, Kitchen Appliances, Processed foods, Beverages, Confectionery, Drugs, Pharmaceuticals, Chemicals, Cosmetics, Bodycare & Health care products, Telecommunication, Power sector, Electronic Sector, Furniture, Home Furnishings, Sports Goods, Toys, Engineering Goods etc.

 Apart from that, the masses throng the fair for the change. the ticket values in the multiplexes are high (Rs 250/300) where as a family of four could come to the fare and just spend about the entire day here in that much amount in which the kids could enjoy the chhola bhature plus a kulfi or some chaat etc. The film at the Shakuntalam theatre would be free. Thus the fair becomes an attraction for the middle class and the lower middle class. You not only get to see the entire Panorama of the entire country and a bit of the show window of the other countries, you could also pick up a lot of trinkets and do some shopping of goods from any part of the world.
Award Winning Kerela Pavilion

Most of the state pavilions concentrated on their handicrafts, clothes, costume jewellery and other innovative home gadgets like face steamers, heater packs for the back and the knees, magic slates and the like. The individual food stalls of most pavilions were missing but you could get all the different varieties of the cuisines of the entire country at the food court. Prices were reasonable and in about Rs 300/- the family of 4 could indulge in this luxury. Maharashtra stole a march over other state foods and a full food bay was organised for Maharashtrian food.facing the Hall no 1. The best state pavilion award this year was bagged by Kerala.

Another notable feature this year was huge hoardings at the state pavilions depicting the respective chief ministers. Mayawati looking down upon you and from the opposite side you get the massive Jaylalitha. Mahrashtra pavilion had the hoarding of the twelve caste categories at its entrance titled "The Bara Balutedars", this was not only informative but was also unique in its own way. The Best International Stall Award was bagged by South Africa. 
Birds eye view - Foreign Stalls

Most of the foreign stalls were nothing great. Burma had a good display of precious and semi-precious stones - set into 18K gold. The prices of some items were as high as 3 to 6 lakh rupees. AND can you beat it, you had to pay cash. no credit cards. These stalls had a good array of jewellery for semi-precious stones. there was costume jewellery, dry fruits, and of course lots of textiles and clothes. Most of these stalls were housed in Hall 18.
Hall 12A, was a show case of consumer goods, electronics, gadgets, consumer durables and the like - nothing very impressive though - was as if you are walking through a mall. You could see a lot of LED and LCD TVs, Fridges, Washing Machines, GPS systems, Furniture, Storage equipment etc etc. Hall 1 was a smaller and a down market version of Hall 12A.
Ahhh - the food options. The entire ground is dotted with various food joints. You have kiosks for cold drinks, tea, coffee etc all over. There is sprinkling of restaurants too. However, the most sought after and crowded was the food court. It had cuisines from almost all Indian states plus a few other choices. There was a stall of Pakistan's curries and the kebabs too. The prices were reasonable along with a minimum acceptable quality level.
Delhi - exterior

The Pavilions of the Government Corporation, Defence etc were mostly quite colorless and of not much of interest to the common man. These pavilions, of course, had a wealth of information and knowledge for the discerning eye. The Defence pavilion had a redeeming feature - a dog show. There was an interesting poster that read, "You can be a dog's best friend!"
South Africa
The fair has reached such a gigantic size that it requires a few days of hard work to cover it fully - and unless I was being paid to do it ... no way. So dear readers - feel free to fill in all that I have missed in the comments columns.

18 October 2011

Swadesh - the modern way - Random Thoughts # 10


The other day I received a forward from a friend which read "SAVE THE INDIAN RUPEE" in the subject line. It was really one of those forwards that stink of being created for the sake of propaganda or cults without giving much thought to the nature and implications of the contents. The types that would be created to protect vested interests.

The mail advocates buying products and services from only companies that are wholly Indian, and shunning the multinationals. The same multinationals that were invited by the Indian Government to set up Industrial and manufacturing units here. It was done to give a boost to the Indian economy, to provide opportunity to the immense labor force that is available here, and thus improve the standard and the life style of Indians. 

We indulge in such "swadeshi" rhetoric without any thought of the consequences of the actions that we most patriotically advocate. 



The mail read - 
1. Buy only products manufactured by WHOLLY INDIAN COMPANIES.
2. ENROLL as many people as possible for this cause.....

Let us for a moment consider that by our Swadeshi movement , we do succeed in managing to drive out the multinationals and they close shop. 

What would be the consequence?
Let us imagine that Unilever (formerly HLL) is closed down - just because people stop buying its products. It will be bulk of our own countrymen that shall be thrown out of employment. The author of the forward has rightly stated that we loose foreign exchange when we do buy a product of a multinational, but to what extent? He does not question or elaborate on that. He does not question the immense negetive fallout such a movement could have on our economy and employment scenario. AND we - like of flock of sheep - fall prey to the rhetoric and blindly forward such mails.

Pictured is a bonfire of British clothing, a real and
symbolic destruction of the British control of India,
and the precursor to spinning for independence.
Most of us that use the net are a fairly educated lot, it is our moral duty to stop such forwards and even educate the non-thinking people who fall prey to the gamut. 

The pre-independence movement may have been right for its time and helped us gain freedom from the British, but we need to take care and not let our economy slide backwards. 

Why do we need to protect our industry and coerce our countrymen to buy from them? In this world of global economy - Indian industry needs to become competitive and not remain protected in the garb of a swadeshi gimmick

11 December 2010

Saturday 9: Reason to Believe.



Reason to Believe

Welcome to Saturday: 9. What we've committed to our readers is that we will post 9 questions every Saturday. Sometimes the post will have a theme, and at other times the questions will be totally unrelated. Those weeks we do "random questions," so-to-speak. We encourage you to visit other participants posts and leave a comment. Because we don't have any rules, it is your choice. We hate rules. We love memes, however, and here is today's meme!

Saturday 9: Reason to Believe
1. Has anyone asked you to believe in something that called for a huge leap of faith on your part?

Being an atheist - I always get suggestions to be a believer.

2. When is the last time you moved? Why did you move?

Almost 20 years ago (if you mean move house) - moved into my dream home.

3. Malls? ..or one Internet? Are you doing more online shopping this year? The polls say we are, but I'm curious about what the real people are doing.

More online - especially when I am abroad.

4. Do you remember the first meme you participated in and if so, what was it?

Saturday 9.

5. If you could invent something, what would it be?

Anything is fine - as long as it gets me the Nobel Prize.

6. Are you finished with your shopping? Do you still a few things to go? What? Not even a game plan? ...or is there just one person you're having trouble finding something for?

I have all I wanted... shall have to tell folks to lay off conventional gifts of clothes, accessories and after-shaves for my birthday  -- maybe a smart mod gadget would be more appropriate...

7. What's left to do at your place (or where you are going)? Is the tree up? ...or maybe you're just happy you found the Christmas coffee mug and are calling that good?

The tree only goes up when the grand children come down - not likely this Christmas.

8. Is your life turning out the way you thought it would when you were a kid? If not, is it better or worse?

Never dreamt so far ahead as a child - however, I seem to be content with what life has handed out to me.


9. Tell us about something you'll miss about 2010.

I shall miss being younger... am becoming a Senior Citizen :)


Thanks so much for joining us again at Saturday: 9. As always, feel free to come back, see who has participated and comment on their posts. In fact sometimes, if you want to read & comment on everyone's responses, you might want to check back again tomorrow. But it is not a rule. We haven’t any rules here. Join us on next Saturday for another version of Saturday: 9, "Just A Silly Meme on a Saturday!" Enjoy your weekend!

27 November 2010

Saturday 9: Dark Lady



Dark Lady

Welcome to Saturday: 9. What we've committed to our readers is that we will post 9 questions every Saturday. Sometimes the post will have a theme, and at other times the questions will be totally unrelated. Those weeks we do "random questions," so-to-speak. We encourage you to visit other participants posts and leave a comment. Because we don't have any rules, it is your choice. We hate rules. We love memes, however, and here is today's meme!



1. Have you ever been to a fortune teller? If yes, what happened?
Yes - he predicted a job for me - which was highly unlikely in my circumstances (less than 1% chance); it materialized within a month.

2. How do you cope in an uncomfortable social situation?
Try to remain cool.

3. A genie appears (of course). She asks, “If you had 3 wishes but each took 3 years off your life, what would you wish for and why?”
Happiness for me(1), family(2) and humanity(3) - same order of preference. Do not need to live very long...

4. Would you rather lose your soul mate or never meet them at all?
Rather lose ....


5. What is the hardest thing that you have ever had to do?
Keeping my mouth shut...

6. Have you ever had a miracle happen to you or your loved ones?
No - I am too rational for that.

7. Tell us about a quote that you can relate to. Why can you relate with it?:
...the moving finger writes..., (Omar Khayyam). Its the truth.

8. What personality trait has gotten you into the most trouble?
My belief that I am a 'king'.

9. For those in The States, how was your Turkey Day? If not from the US, do you celebrate a day like Thanksgiving?
No.

Thanks so much for joining us again at Saturday: 9. As always, feel free to come back, see who has participated and comment on their posts. In fact sometimes, if you want to read & comment on everyone's responses, you might want to check back again tomorrow. But it is not a rule. We haven’t any rules here. Join us on next Saturday for another version of Saturday: 9, "Just A Silly Meme on a Saturday!" Enjoy your weekend!

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