Thursday, 14 October 2021

 

 

BARSANE KI LATHMAAR HOLI

 

2018 me Barsane ki Lathmaar holi dekhne ka shauk tha charraya,

Fir kyat tha, ja pahuncha Barsane.

Bhir itni ki na dekhi pehle Jeevan me!


Jaise taise cheerta bhir ko, pahuncha Radha Mandir,

Aaya ik jhonka bhir ka, dhakke se hua mandir ke bahar!

Hairran hua yeh jaanke ki, batua ho gaya ghayab!

Paison ki parwah na thi par ID kahan se laaunga.


Thora ghabraya par himmat na haari,

Gaya dobara mandir ke ander, Haath jorkar kari prarthna,

Hey Radha Rani, tu bhi sachi, mein bhi sacha,

ID karwa de mera vapis!


Bhir ka dhakka abke jo aaya, ja pahuncha bahar gali me.

Radhe Radhe japta japta ja  pahuncha gari  group ke pass,

Bheega tha sar se paon tak, rang-birangi surat lekar,

Raat ko pahuncha Panipat apne ghar!


Beete thy din chaar, dakia laya ik lifafa, naam tha jis par mera likha.

Khol ke dekha toh nikla ID! Tha toh voh ik pocketmaar,

Par tha bara hoshiar. ID ke sath ik chit par likha tha

300 meine rakh lie, bimaar Maa ke khane aur dwai ke lie!!

Radhe Radhe!

 

Wednesday, 13 October 2021

                                                   MY PANIPAT COMING  

           Needless to say that it took very many efforts for me to learn shorthand like an old parrot after my retirement from Army, and compete with younger generation for getting a suitable office job. I had to burn midnight oil everyday practicing shorthand nearly six months keeping in view the immediate requirement of a suitable re-employment in order to secure the future of my two  small school going children.

         Since there was no suitable office job for me without the knowledge of shorthand,  I had to take shorthand lessons  and be fully prepared before applying for the job in a public sector company.  When I saw that I had acquired sufficient shorthand knowledge, I wanted to try my luck independently twice in the preliminary tests at NFL Bhatinda but  could not make it. 

         But I did  not lose heart and plunged into learning and practicing shorthand with more conviction. Kuldip Sahrawat, my  army mate who was already re-employed in  NFL Panipat, pressed me  hard to come to Panipat. I moved from Jalandhar Cantt to Panipat with bag and baggage even before getting job in NFL Panipat.

        After great deal of talks, discussions and manipulations behind the doors, I was, allowed by the NFL Management to sit for three tests at a time same day. Shorthand dictation, shorthand theory and typing speed test. I passed all the three. I was, then given the temporary job of a trainee junior steno that too pending ‘No Objection Certificate’ from State Employment Exchange, Chandigarh to the effect that if they have or not, on their panel, any shorthand knowing Ex-Serviceman. Reply came – they do not have. I was made permanent. I served in NFL Panipat for fifteen years and retired as a Personal Assistant to DGM (Materials), on 31 May 2002. 

       It was only possible due to the efforts of Kuldip and his wife Amita Sahrawat, who first accommodated me in their family and gave me moral support heart and soul. Presently, they are living in New Zealand with their younger son Arun.  In Jun 1986, I was employed in NFL Panipat and lived in a company quarter in NFL Township. After retirement, however, I was most likely to settle permanently at Pathankot where I have a residential plot in Abrol Nagar but due to certain unavoidable reasons and circumstances I still continue to live at Panipat in my own house. 

Monday, 11 October 2021

                                                 CHANDU AND CHANGRU

            Village shepherd, Chandu, who had also been to school up to primary in early fifties, still  carries on with his ancestral job of grazing cattle. A lean and thin character of moderate height with angosha tied around on his head, Chandu is a good man and everyone in the village is satisfied with his services. Humble, faithful and soft spoken,  Chandu always tries his best to be punctual in his duties. Cattles too seemed to be friendly with him as they never disobey or ignore coded commands of their master!

           Another obedient fellow, Changru, a tall, thinny-skinny person, always bare from waist downwards and wearing only a Langer (underwear), shabby military ammunition ankle boots and worn out olive green fuji shirt, sometimes sporting ranks, in white stripes on the right arm of the shirt.  He was always equipped with his drati and saangi and ever ready to take orders. 

          He used to make mud bricks on demand and also bring loads of thorny bush on his head with the help of his ancestral drati and saangi and mended kitchen garden fencings in the village. His utterly poor condition sometimes moved women to donate him old clothes for which he had all praise for them and touched the ground several times in reverence and showered blessings in return until he was out of sight

         There are still others like Chandu and Changru in the village who depend upon firewood and fodder from the jungles. Firewood and fodder is available in abundance on the upper reaches of nearby hillocks stretching few kilometers northwards from Khadiyater Meadow to Domel. In those days, people of all ages used to go in small groups to these slopes early in the morning to collect dry firewood and green fodder.

          Some people bring loads of firewood or fodder on their backs till recently from places as far as five-ten kilometers upstream and sell them in the village in order to earn a living while others stock them for use during rainy days.

 

 

Saturday, 9 October 2021

                                         A VISIT TO MATHURA- VARINDAVAN

 

           Year 2021. I had been to Mathura-Varindavan. It was my life time experience that I undertook twenty four kilometers of bare feet walk around Shri Goverdhan Parvat Parikrama on the night of 5-6 March. Before the main event, I, along with one of the couples from Panipat, visited Shri Radhe temple in Barsana. This is an oldest temple with intricately carved out panels, doors, windows and jharokhas and is said to be real the home of Shri Radhaji where she lived when very young. 

          This temple is located atop a hillock and is only approached by the steep climb through small stairs going up through a narrow winding lane overlooking all the way by double story olden time houses.

         On 5 March, it was Laddu Holy celebrations which is very popular in Nand Gaon and Barsana. Since there is huge rush of devotees, specially on the eve of Laddu Holy and Lathmaar Holy, it was extremely difficult, first to reach at the temple Garb Greh, have divine Darshan and then to climb down, very cautiously, on the wet and slippery footsteps, almost diagonally, and at the same time, negotiating with the force of uncontrolled human rush from all sides, specially from behind.

          Night was my lifetime terrible experience, though coupled with surrender and devotional ‘Astha’ in the Almighty. Walking bare feet for twenty four kilometers continuously, without any break was a very cumbersome and painful experience. But, in order to make an effort to feel the close proximity of God, no price is bigger for anyone who believes in Him. 

         The Parikrama is not considered useful and complete unless one visits the ‘Wanke Behari’ at Varindavan where anyone and everyone feels elated to have a short glimpse of ‘Holy Darshan’ of Behariji as He lives and is always present there every moment. Prasad of ‘Mathura ke Pede’ is considered one of the best items of ‘Chhappan Bhog’ for the Lord!

          On 6 March, at eight in the evening, I reached home and since then, trying to nurse my paining body parts and waiting for the relief to come!

Radhe Radhe!!

Friday, 8 October 2021

                                                     AN INNOCENT DESIRE! 

           During my early childhood days, I have seen myself growing amongst dogra people, speaking dogri dialect. I have spent best part of my childhood at Jammu where my Chacha Udham Chandji lived. Chacha’s family consisted Chachi Lilo, Ashok, Nirmla, Durga and Guddi. They used to live in a rented house. This house belonged to Bnarsi Dass Dogra who was a famous halwaii of canal road market. His son Omi Dogra was of my age. Ten years old Omi Dogra who was a lively kid, had become my dear friend. 

          There was a talk in  Dogra Mohalla that Amrit and Omi were jolly good friends who always created havoc and an atmosphere of happiness, fear and surprise who were always found running now upstairs and then downstairs! Whole Dogra Mohalla was fan of our activities full of thrill and unexpected maneuvers of naughtiness of innocent  boyhood! Once at dinner, I  asked Omi that if I might be called ‘Dogra’ because I love being called so! Omi looked at me helplessly.  I wished if I were a Dogra too!

          Back home at Ladori at the age of 12, I was in class 6th. Being an over enthusiastic boy, I was quite known and famous, not only in the class but in the whole school! Also, being talkative, dramatic, stage actor, speaker and immature footballer, I had earned above average reputation in the school while managing stage at the time of school cultural programs.

        I had a very dear friend. Raju….Raju Dogra who was my bench mate and we had, at several times, shown the people around, the flawless, real, true and pious friendship. Here too, I came more closer to a Dogra boy, Raju Dogra! Raju once told me that they had a Ber Tree in their courtyard. I asked Raju to bring some Sookhe Ber that I liked most!

         Neelu Pathania, my classmate at Ladori High School had also become my good friend. We used to exchange homework almost daily. She always shared her food or eatables with me that she brought to the school. Neelu’s elder sister Jyoti Pathania was married to a Jammu Dogra Rajput boy. It was, however, unbelievable when I came to know that Jyoti Pathania was married to Karan Dogra of the same Dogra Mohalla and his house being next door to the Bnarsi Dass Dogra’s household!

        On my next visit to Jammu, I met Jyoti Dogra who was very happy to see ‘Ladori Boy’ and classmate of her younger sister Neelu!  In a short period of time, I became wanted in Dogra Rajput family and on the other hand, I felt to be more 'Dogra' like myself!!

Thursday, 7 October 2021

                                                 HILARIOUS DONKEY RIDE

 

       It was the year 1955-56. One day,  at about  six in the evening, it so happened that both of us, me and Taro Bua’s Duff hatched a plan.  A plan that was in our dirty minds for so long! We wanted to have a long donkey ride from the town to a far off place and back.  There were many kumr families in Village Gangath and each family had number of donkeys  going out from town every day and, therefore, there was not much problem in fulfilling our long cherished dream. 

       As we both were discussing the matter in a lonely corner of the street going towards river Chaunchh, we saw a group of 10-15 donkeys going out of town towards the river. Duff said, “Wait a minute, I know the owner of the donkeys. Let us go and talk to him". We both approached the man and told him about our intentions and also requested him to co-operate and take us along  with him. At first, the man looked adamant and clearly told us that he was going too far and would return back at about mid night.

        But we had already made up our mind, come what may, today we will have the ride for sure. Duff further requested him and manipulated him in such a way, the man agreed.  On this, we both felt like winners and shook hands and embraced.

       We chose the donkeys of our choice and climbed up and were gone  tip-toe tip-toe feeling thrilled with excitement and also feeling like as if we had won the battle.  It was 7 PM already when we left the town.  The donkeys were walking haphazardly.  They sometimes walked in a single row, sometimes in the middle, sometimes by the side of the dry river bed. We were to go all the way through the river. 

       There were some stretches of the river where ankle deep of water was showing up and had to be crossed by the donkeys. When some more time elapsed and the sun started becoming orange pale, and looked as if going down behind the hills in the west, our fears also started surfacing on our faces.  Since real travel had just begun, we felt overjoyed and hilarious about our journey and forgot about the world around us and also what might be happening back at home.

       There  were hillocks on both the sides of the river, covered with trees, wild foliage and bushes. Beautiful scenery on both the sides of the river looked enchanting. Now it was going to be dark. The sun had nearly gone down in the west. Our shadows became longer behind us. Hillocks at the both sides of the river presented  dark and fearsome look. Our heart beat had started thumping and throttling.  Fear psyche could easily be noticed  on our faces. It was about 8 o’ clock at night.

       On a over century old peepal tree, we saw hundreds of bats hanging upside down and their collective harsh crying sound was intolerably fearful at the time of night. There were jackals in the jungle that were barking one after the other, intermittently disturbing peaceful and quiet night atmosphere. Gushing sound of flowing river water  and blowing of winds also sent out musical tunes in the ghostly atmosphere!

        Clouds of Jugnjus were flying all along the route and buzzing and frightful sound of night insects and creaking crickets in the bushes created 'sansani'  in our immature minds. Half moon and twinkling stars in the clear sky above, however, helped us maintain our calm. To overcome all imaginary fears, Duff asked the donkey owner as to how far we may have still to go in order to reach our destination. 

       In turn, the man said that since you people have come at your own will and pleasure, there is no need to fear now. We will reach the farm within next half an hour. It was 9.30 at night when we reached at the Farm.  On reaching at the Farm, some of the donkeys were unloaded and then re- loaded with onion sacks and then we started our return journey home at ten O' Clock. The man advised us to remain  calm and quiet and enjoy the ride.  As we had never experienced such a long donkey ride before, we felt tired and uncomfortable due to increasing stiffness in the body.

       When we returned back and reached home, it was 1 O’ Clock at mid night. We kept on standing outside the house quietly and surveyed the house from all sides to see if we could find any other inlet into the house but failed. I had lost my pair of chappals that I had borrowed from a friend at Ladori. Duff was wearing Satpal’s  (Sattu) old shoes which were also showing teeth.

        I  was putting on an old school scout shirt and nikkar. My nikkar  pockets were torn from inside. Right side shoulder button of my shirt was missing and the shoulder flap was hanging downwards on the right arm. I had not taken hair cut for the last one month and my hair became abnormally longer. My forehead and ears were covered with the hair.

       We both were tired and exhausted. We sat on a slab kept outside main door. I was engulfed by the sleep for a while and I saw a flash back scene of yesterday morning when I reached Bua’s house. After sometime of my arrival in the house everything was okay. But when Satpal (Sattu),  Dharampal (Duff), Gopal (Bounu), Devraj (Kirlu) got together, we ransacked the house, started running inside, outside, upstairs and downstairs and made a 'dhamaal' by doing the house upside down. 

       Ram Rattan (Bantu) and Rajpal (Gorkhu) being seniors did not participate and kept on enjoying our drama with smiling faces. Bua scolded us and also ran after us with a 'jhadu' but in vain. Fufa Nanak also tried his best to silence us but could not do so. Our activities were just intolerable and were seen just like spoiled brats.

       Makodi behan was another hard nut to crack in the house. She was like a Hitler in Gangath house. She would not hesitate to slap or thrash whosoever was caught by her, by playing a trick. We all were not afraid of any one in the house except Makodi behan. But from inside Makodi Behan was not so bad. She was kind hearted and lovable person too. Abruptly, I woke up from the deep slumber and asked Duff “Arre Yaar, ab kya karen? Bahut maar paregi”. But Duff said, “Koi baat nahi, dekha jaayega. Kharkao Darwaja”.

        We could easily guess that what might have had gone on in our absence in the house. We gathered all our dare and knocked at the door. To our fearful surprise, when the door was opened from inside, we saw Makodi Behan standing with a long stick in her hand. Our faces got whitened and as if blood circulation stopped and hair shot up straight upwards with the fear. She did not ask questions. Straightaway served many sticks at our bottoms and behind the legs.

        When the stick broke, then 'De Thappar, De Thappar'. We could not resist and did nothing except giggling. She commanded in a high caution “Stay outside the house for the rest of the night” and she shut the door with a bang. I said to Duff, “Marwa dia na yaar, mein kehta tha ki din mein ride par chalenge, raat ko nahi, lekin tu  nahi mana. Ab bhugto, baitho bahar,bhookhe aur pyase”.

       After about an hour later, we heard that someone is trying to open the door. The door opened and this time Bua asked us to get inside quickly. She was quiet and did not say a word. We were very hungry and thirsty too. Bua gave us roti, achar and lasaru ki sabji and we ate our full and went to sleep. A week later of the donkey ride, I was to return to Ladori, there was a pin drop silence in the house and everyone looked tired and sad.

        Suddenly Makodi Behan came out of her room and hugged me and also kissed me on my forehead . She took both of us to the market and we both had our hair cut. Behan also bought two pairs of chappals for both of us and came back home. I touched the feet of Bua, Fufa and Makodi Behan. Makodi Behan gave me an 'Athanni' . When I got out of the main entrance, I looked back and noticed a tear rolling down on the face of Makodi Behan. Duff accompanied me up to Chaugaan where I sat on a Tonga going to Jasoor with a promise to come back again soon. Duff waived his hand in despair!

 

 

 

Wednesday, 6 October 2021

 

                                                        LT COL KAMAN SINGH, MVC

                                              Kaman Singh, the man who was born to lead.

          He was born on 23 April 1917 to Dafadar Vijai Singh Pathania, a Dogra Rajput from Ladori village of Nurpur town in Kangra District of Himachal Pradesh (then East Punjab). Dafadar Vijay Singh had served with 23rd Cavalry during World War I in the Mesopotamia Campaign.

         Young Kaman Singh continued the family tradition and joined Indian Army as a Sowar in Hodson’s Horse on 23 April 1935. He served with Hodson horse till Jun 1937 and after that he was sent to Kitchner’s College, Nowgong for military training to seek entry in to Indian Army as an officer. Soon he was selected for IMA, Dehradun along with 12 cadets including Tikka Khan (who later became General and commanded Pak Army} Kaman was sent to Indian Military Academy in July 1939 for military training after 18 months of rigorous training.    

       On December 22, 1940, he was commissioned into the 5th Battalion the Dogra Regiment till April 1941 and was transferred to 17th Dogra. During this tenure, he participated in World War II in the Burma Campaign from 1944 to 1945 and for his deeds, he was awarded Mention in Despatches and from May 1946 to July 1947, he served under South East Asia Command. In July 1947, he was transferred again, and this  time to 4th Dogra.  

       In October 1947, the war broke out and on 16 January 1948 Major Kaman Singh was transferred to the 3rd battalion the Royal Garhwal Rifles where he was the 2IC of the unit for a month.  On 16 February 1948, at the very young age of 31 years, LT Col Kaman Singh took over the command of 3rd Royal Garhwal Rifles from Lt Col LS Negi and commanded the battalion in Uri Sector.

        During war operations, the 3rd Royal Garhwal Rifles was given the task of capturing Trehgan Ridge. Lt Col Kaman Singh led from the front and attacked against heavy enemy resistance. Again, on 17 Jun he was given the task of carrying out an attack with his battalion less two companies on a strongly held enemy position on the Buni Ridge, Tithwal.  In the heavy enemy fire, the attack was carried out.

       Soon, Kaman Singh and his men were left with very little or no ammunition, Kaman Singh had only one bullet left in his revolver which he had kept for himself in case if he got captured but suddenly, he saw a Lt Col of Pak Army named Qadar Khan, he shot him dead and the enemy troops fled as their CO was killed.

        Soon, reinforcements came and the enemy also put three successive counter attacks with large numbers of troops. All these attacks were thwarted by the Gharhwali with heavy losses to the enemy. Throughout the operation. Lt Col Kaman Singh’s command was highly professional and his example of leading from the front, bravery and courage were of an exceptional order which led him to win the second highest gallantry award the Mahavir  Chakra. 

       The 3rd Battalion under the leadership of Lt Col Kaman Singh participated in the 1947-48 operations with distinction. They won the battle Honour of Tithwal and became one of the most decorated battalions of the Indian Army in any one operation won 1 MVC, 18 VrC, 1 Ashoka Chakra Cl III and 19

        Mention in Despatches. From 10 Aug 1949 to 10 Aug 1950, he was sent to Infantry School Mhow as Instructor Class A, OC Weapons Wing. Lt Col Kaman Singh became one of the finest Commanding Officers of his time at such a young age. His leadership skills and strategic planning were of the top quality.

        In early fifties when militancy in Nagaland started to grow, Kaman Singh was handpicked to command the 6 Kumaon at the age of 33 and on 18 August 1950 he was transferred to 6 Kumaon in Shillong where his unit took part in anti- insurgency under control in Naga Hills.  In his tenure, 6 Kumaon and Officers like HS Virk DSO, MVC and 2/Lt Shaitan Singh {later PVC} served under him. 

       His tenure as CO 6 Kumaon completed on 3 May 1953 and soon he took over the command of  6 Assam Rifles in Agartala on 4 June 1953, where he continued to take part in anti- militancy operations.

       At a young age of 39 he had already commanded 3 different units and later on 3 July 1956, he was chosen to take over the command of 3 Kumaon Rifles and was posted in Uri Sector in J&K.  On 15 July 1956, during a visit to a High Altitude Post, he had tea on his way and just in a few minutes he collapsed and he sacrificed his life for the honor of the country at the young age of 39 years.Igh ltitude post he had dte on klnhis wy land jjust in a few minmutes he lkcolllapased and sacrificedfnhislife klfor sthe k

       The name of Lt Col Kaman Singh, MVC lives on in the form of KAMAN AMAN SETU, the crossing point opened up between J&K and POK. He is not only remembered as a great soldier and leader but also as a person of kindness and charity, whenever he used to go home on leave, he would spend his  salary on doing charity and helping the poor at village Ladori.

·                         Lt Col Kaman Singh was married to Mrs. Dayawanti, who passed away on 21 Sep             2020 at the age of 96 years and the couple was blessed with three sons and one daughter             named Lt Col NS Pathania, Lt Col DS Pathania, Mr. Kamaljit Singh Pathania, Mrs. Sarita           Rana. Both of his sons who were in the Indian Army, participated in the 1971                   Bangladesh Liberation War.. 

                  Kaman Bridge was damaged by an earthquake in October 2005 and it was repaired            and the administration and the Govt forgot the historic deeds of the Great Soldier and                  renamed the bridge as Aman Setu substituting the name Kaman with Aman hurt the                    sentiments of many people including the family of Lt Col Kaman Singh, MVC. After a lot         of efforts from the family of Lt Col Kaman Singh, the name of the bridge was restored to           its original name Kaman Aman Setu.

     Lt Col Kaman Singh left a great legacy behind and he will be remembered as one of the finest Commanding Officers of the Indian Army.

                                                                                                               

 

 

DESI MANGO TREE (PERA AMB)

 

                                                              PERA AMB

What is Pera Amb? Let me tell you, but you will have to come along with me to My Village Ladori in Tehsil Nurpur, District Kangra of Himachal Pradesh. ‘Pera Amb’ is a name given, out of sheer love and affection, to a huge and more than a century old mango tree, sweetness, aroma and thick pulp of mangoes of which just tasted like Mathura-ka-Peda. This mango tree stood just near the back yard main outer wall of our Manjhol House, amongst many other mango trees, in the mango orchard situated just touching behind our house. Pera Amb stood erect but tilted towards our house from middle upwards, at around sixty degrees over the roof and kitchen garden area of our house. Number of its main branches came shooting towards our area, some of them even entering into the first floor, through the room window enabling one touching and feeling bunch of mangoes effortlessly. As a result, half of the volume of mangoes falling down in our side of fencing that was there between the mango tree and our house, huge quantity of unripe and ripen mangoes used to fall in our side due to mild winds. This was the main reason of tension between Shri Charan Singh Pathania, the owner of Pera Amb and my Dadi Rukmani. I have tried my best to bring out what exactly went on between the two, each year, during mango season, through this poem![ALS1 

 

Charno Charno sab kehte thy, Charan Singh tha unka naam,

Ghar tha unka Mian ki Mandi me, Bage bich tha ik buta Aam.

Bhoorah tha vo Aam ka buta, Naam tha uska ‘Pera Aam’.

Jhuka tha adha Ghar par apne, girte thy jiske, Dadi ke angan me,

Kachhe, hare, Lal aur peely Aam.

Charno bola ik din Dadi ko, dekho Panditayanji, varshown se

Khaye hain tum logon ne mere Pere ke Aam. Lekin ab dena

Hoga inka daam.

Sunn ve Charno, samajhdari ki baat nahi hai yeh jo tu maange

Aamon ke daam. Tere Aam ke daal, tehnia aur sookhe patte

Pahunchate hain mere ghar ko nuksaan.

Dobara kehna soach-samajhkar, gar dil me aaye paison ka naam.

Ho gaya samjouta aadhe aamon ka, giren baag me, vo Charno ke aur giren jo

Aangan me mere, vo saare mere mere Aam.

Bara hua mein ‘Pere Aam’ ki Chhaya me aur khate khate meethe aur

Raseele Aam. Bachpan beeta, beeti jawani, ab jo aaya mera yeh

Bhura mukaam! Taras raha hai mera mann, khane ko ‘Pere ke Aam’

Na ab Mian Charno hai, na Dadi aur nah hai Pera Aam

Tees varas pehle lagta hai chand sikkon ki khatir, Charno ke beton ke beton

Ne katwa dala mera pyara ‘Pera Aam’.

Tab se ab tak na girta ‘Manjhol Kutumb’ ke angan me koi ‘Pera Aam’!!

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                             


 [ALS1]

Sunday, 3 October 2021

MY INTERVIEW AT SOUTH BLOCK


  

MY INTERVIEW AT SOUTH BLOCK.

 

       In my first and the last earnest effort, in order to try my luck, for posting on the staff of Indian missions and embassies, around the world, I submitted my application in Oct 1975 to Army Headquarters, New Delhi. On acceptance of the same, there were four major steps, which were to be cleared before the final selection :-

Step No. 1. English Typing Test at National Stadium, New Delhi, Mar 1976.

       In this  typing test, approximately 500 aspiring candidates from army, Navy and Airforce, from all over the country, took part. A total of 25 candidates were to be chosen. As per instructions from the Army Headquarters, every candidate was to bring his own typewriter. All the typewriters thus brought to Delhi were displayed in different halls of National Stadium on properly arranged furniture. The other pre-condition was that, no one was allowed to use his own typewriter for the typing test. Since this condition was not known to the participants before, everyone seemed upset and surprised by the order, as everyone had practiced on his own typewrite for months. As I had also always worked on a Remington Typewriter during all my service till that date, here unfortunately, I got an ‘Halda’ typewriter which was not less than a blow to me at the first place. But there was no choice either.

       In a short while, after occupation of respective seats, the key sheets were distributed and test time announced. So far, I had hardly typed few lines, when my ‘key sheet’ flew away due to overhead ceiling fan air pressure and settled down on the floor, under the table of next candidate quite away from me. I swiftly collected the key sheet and re- started typing, as a result, I lost quite a good amount of time and attention of other candidates was also disturbed, but I did not lose heart and kept on typing until ‘Stop Typing’ was ‘shouted’. Only one and a half line of the key sheet was left un- attended by me. However, I was quite sure that whatever I have typed, it was without any mistake! When the result came, I was one among those 25 candidates, who passed the typing test at national level!

      On the clearance of the First Step of typing test, which was the most important one, enabling me to prepare and pursue my studies for the next step, a ray of hope once again awakened and I wholly-solely dedicated myself to the fulfilment of my life’s only aim to get foreign posting on the staff of our missions and embassies abroad, especially the USA. Why USA ?. I have a miserable tale to tell. 

      Ever since my marriage in July 1973, Rama, my wife, started complaining of mild pain in her lower abdomen before the birth of our daughter Vandana. In the beginning, not much attention was paid by me but when time, sequence and pattern of the pain increased, she was taken to Military Hospital, Pathankot as I was serving in Pathankot then. She remained under treatment as an outdoor patient, for over three months and had ‘heat therapy’ twice a week in that Hospital but there was no sign of relief. Her health started running down quickly to the extent that many a times, she was unable to stand on her legs continuously even for half an hour and several times she had a fall on being unconscious. 

      At the Military Hospital, once on my being frustrated, tense and little irritated too, I dared to inquire from the captain doctor, “as to why there was not a bit of relief to my wife, even after having regular medical treatment continuously for a period of three months, apart from ‘heat therapy’ twice a week? As the Doctor was seen visibly annoyed, he told me sarcastically and perhaps tauntingly that, “they have tried their best and done all that they could do. If you are not satisfied, you may have to take her to America!”

       The doctor had, perhaps, hinted that they have failed to diagnose the actual ailment and that I should show her to some other doctor. After that we did not go to Military Hospital again and got the treatment privately from a civil doctor where Rama had some timely and occasional relief but the actual reason of the pain could still not be diagnosed! Army Doctor’s remarks pierced deep into my heart and I began to think seriously, honestly and laboriously as to how I could be able to reach America.

 

Step No. 2. Special Intelligence Course (SCIN-26) from 31 May to 26 Jun 1976 at Army Intelligence Training College, Pune.

       A fulltime syllabus of six months duration was made mandatory to be covered and completed by our special course batch in four weeks’ time.  All the trainees were allotted ‘studies’ of different countries in different fields. I was given the task of preparing a comprehensive paper on Pakistan’s Economy from the year 1947 till 1975. Though, it was very difficult task for a person of my stature, educational background and being below average awareness, GK and IQ, but there was no excuse whatsoever. 

       Actually, in the past, this subject was meant for trainee officer students only in the college which was now made compulsory for students below officer rank. So, we have had to accept the challenge to do this subject of country study.  I, therefore, tried my best and made all out efforts, day and night continuously, to contact various concerned people, consulted old library reference books and notes, old journals and magazines in order to collect bits and pieces of old data. I also contacted personally some of the officer students of senior batch of the college, who were also given the same task on the Pakistan Economy. 

       Some of them guided me properly in detail, while others gave me some important clues, notes and few talked to me briefly, giving hints and elaborating on the salient features of Pakistan economy. I, then, first of all, made my own rough notes, many a times, before giving final touch and shape to the work, and then finally prepared the paper, in triplicate, one for my self and two for judges. The work was appreciated by one and all at the time of its presentation by me.

        While presenting the paper, I read\ it aloud standing at the dais, in front of the gathering in the auditorium, in a deep echoing and dramatic rhythmic voice and style, before the assembly of college trainee students, in the presence of faculty, examiners and the judges. The auditorium was specially furnished, prepared and readied for the presentations, within stipulated time frame, by each student in his allotted subject matter.

        On conclusion of my presentation, there was a thunderous and lengthy applause in appreciation. Lifting me up in arms by my colleagues outside the auditorium, was indeed an act of very nice gesture of praise for me, which encouraged and helped me bring out whatever my inherent literary competence was there, more vigorously, enthusiastically, boldly, and fearlessly during the coming events, of rest of the course period!

  Step No. 3. JCO Cadre training at ASC Centre (South), Bangalore, Aug 1977.

       This training is a mandatory condition for those, who are likely to be posted on the staff of our missions and embassies abroad, must have first done this training and cleared it successfully. Though, I was a young man of 32 years at the time of JCO cadre training, and was doing very well in all the field activities, yet, there was one last, but not the least, and most important, but bit difficult activity for me, that is, jumping over a nine feet long ditch, while in full battlefield uniform, holding a 7.62mm Rifle by both hands, that event was yet to come in the end of the training.

        Early morning of 1st August 1977, I was sent to the parade ground to see the arrangements for the day. After I finished my assigned work, I stood there in a parade ground corner all alone. Then, in a flash back, I went down for a while, in the memory lane and the whole scene of this parade ground of about 12 years back flashed in my mind when I was the Champion of Platoon No. 31, PS Julka was the Champion of Platoon No. 32 and Hanuman Singh was the Champion of Platoon No. 33. Each of these platoons consisted of 60 recruits on parade.

        During the final passing out and ceremonial parade, a drill competition was held among these three platoons before the huge assembly of recruits, NCOs, JCOs, officers and their families, where my Platoon No. 31 stood first, Julka 2nd and Hanuman 3rd. I was awarded the Drill First Medal and an overall Championship Trophy by Col F.J. Brito, the then Centre Commandant who had highlighted my name in his closing address, that Amrit Lal Sharma would definitely become a good army officer one day!

        However, I didn’t, but Chest No. 2, PS Julka and Chest No. 3 Hanuman Singh, whom I defeated in the passing out parade in Mar 1965, are now retired senior army officers. On arrival at the parade ground, my instructor whistled and brought me back from the memory lane. In a short while, all the cadre students arrived and the arms drill practice by all the three platoons began. Days passed by, and our training was also nearing completion. On 23rd of Aug 1977, a Postman from the Main City Post Office, came calling me at the parade ground itself! The instructor asked him about the emergency that he had to come to the parade ground.

        The Postman said, “There is a telegram for Amrit Lal Sharma”. The instructor again asked. “What is the matter?”. Postman replied, “Khushkhabri” The instructor asked me to step out and receive the telegram. I did so and read the telegram aloud “SON BORN 22 AUG MH PKT”! I gave ten rupees to the Postman and thanked him for bringing a very good news! At the same moment onwards, I started feeling a strange change in me and my behavior, a change that was full of josh, confidence and unexpected increase in the level of stamina, physical fitness and mental strength.  Perhaps it was the instant result of my being relieved from the anxiety pertaining to Rama, my wife, who was then in the advance stage of pregnancy!

        Now I was a man, free from all the mental stress, pressure and ready to face the challenge of any physical activity on the ground come what may, not to talk of jumping over any kind of a ditch! In the evening, my colleagues asked for a party-sharty. Immediately, a boy was sent by me to the Centre Wet Canteen with sixty rupees, that all I had with me, to bring Laddoos...lot of ladooos!

 

Step No. 4. My Interview at South Block, Apr 1978.

       Outside the interview hall, in the sprawling corridors, I was attracted to a full size wall mirror on a side wall and sneaked quietly, out of the group of interviewees and approached the mirror. Stood before it Erect, head held high, and wanted to have a last inspecting sharp look at my ironed, made to order, olive- green terry cotton uniform and my turnout with proper shave and military hair cut! Also, to see whether the cherry blossom shine on the DMS Boot toes, brass polish on the buckling of the belt, as well as ASC title shoulders and the cap badge, are giving proper brass finish like golden hue! 

       Then, to my surprise, I felt a very mild pat on the back of my right shoulder from behind. I turned my neck a little sideways and noticed a mature, handsomely dressed man in his fifties, with a smiling face. Before I could say anything, he said, “Preparing for the interview?”. I turned back to him smartly and said, “Yes Sir”. I further said, “May I know about you Sir”! The man said, “That is not important”. He further asked me about my preparations for the interview. I said, “I have tried my best”. The man further suggested that, “Relax, don’t worry much, you only need to talk fluently, in detail, and try to convey and convince properly the interviewer, what actually you want to say, plain questions, plain answers. That’s all”. The man vanished thereafter from the scene and was never seen again around.

       Soon after, fast movements in the group of interviewees, were noticed in the corridor outside the interview hall. I also joined them within no time. An Army HQ official started taking arrival report of the candidates with the instructions to maintain calm, silence and proper discipline. He strictly advised that after interview, you are not allowed to stay back and talk to the candidates waiting for interview, and should leave the premises straight away and be out from the South Block. 

       Interview began at 11.30 AM, and the first candidate from the IAF was called in. My number was 3rd. At 1 O 'Clock, my name was called. Briskly I walked in. Saluted the board officials smartly and occupied the chair on indication by the Presiding Officer. There were eleven members of the Interview Board all together. Five of them in uniform. One each Major General, Brigadier, Colonel, Lt Colonel and Major. Other six members were in civil dress belonging to Intelligence, foreign office, legal and other related departments. 

       To my utter surprise, the Brigadier in the uniform was the same person who talked to me in the corridors outside, one hour and a half ago! His looks at me seemed friendly and caring, on my eye- to- eye contact with him! I instantly recollected the whole conversation between the two of us, short while ago. His last name was perhaps Rawat, Brigadier Rawat.  At the same moment while sitting before the interview board, my mind divided into two parts. One part worrying about the instant outcome of the interview before hand and other part occupied by the unexpected, unlikely and suspicious appearance of an interview board member Brig. Rawat, hiding his original identity, at the venue of the interview. The Presiding Officer, however, broke the silence and said, “Well Gentlemen, you may proceed”. Brig Rawat came out with a question first.

Brig. Rawat : “ Your name is Amrit Lal Sharma. What ‘Amrit’ stands for?”

Answer:    Amrit is a legendry holy water. It is the nectar of immortality which emerged out from the deep of ocean, during the churning process of the ocean by Devas and Asuras. Devas appealed to Vishnu, who took the form of Mohini and distracted Asuras. Then she took the Amrita and distributed it among the Devas, who drank it and became immortal.

Colonel:” …..and your daughter’s name is Vandana. What Vandana means to you?”

Answer: Vandana is a Sanskrit word meaning worship. Vandana is a Hindu female name. Vandana is an important ritual while bowing down to the Almighty and before the gods, deities and gurus, while performing Puja, Prayer or chanting Saraswati Vandana at home or in the temples both times in the morning or when going to bed.  

Member No. 2 in civies:  ”Since you belong to Himachal Pradesh, have you ever eaten ‘Palda’, a favourite dish of Himachal Pradesh and  if yes, can you explain how it is prepared?”

Answer : Yes Sir. Once when I happened to accompany a barat into deep Himachal Pradesh, I enjoyed Palda very much. So far its preparation is concerned, it is generally prepared in each Himachali house hold specially during functions like marriages or during community ‘Langars’. Well before the marriage or community langar, particular household and neighborhood people start accumulating Lassi (Chhas) or curd in a big pot or a drum. The time for accumulation may vary from place to place but it is generally not less than a week.

        On the function day, when Dhaam is cooked, Palda is also prepared from the accumulated  butter milk (Chass) or curd, which is a mandatory dish, just in the way like simple Curry or Madra is prepared. Mash potatoes and other vegetables are also used in the preparation of Palda. Palda is mainly served along with Daal-Chaaval. Telie Mah, Rongi ka Madra and  Meetha Madra are also the authentic dishes of Himachal Pradesh.

Major :” You have served in J and K for quite a good time. Have you ever visited Amarnath Cave?” :

Answer:  Yes Sir, twice First time along with troops up to Baltal in order to offer High HAWS Flag at the cave, when I served with High Altitude Warfare School, Gulmarg. Second time in the year 1978, along with my family.

Major :”Good”.

Capt. : What is your hobby?

Answer: Sir, I have keen interest in Trekking.

Capt.  :What kind of trekking you mean?

Answer: Being Himachali village boy, I used to go to the upper reaches of nearby hillocks of my village covered with Chir and Cedar trees, almost every day,  early in the morning, to collect dry firewood for kitchen and green fodder for domestic animals. Being daily practice to go to the hilly areas and doing longer  up and downhill  foot walks in that kind of a terrain, carrying loads on the head, resulted in developing in me, trekking habits covering longer, higher and steep routes like Amarnath, Vaishno  Devi, snow covered training areas on the heights of Khallan Marg, Drass and Zozila Pass, skiing practice on the slopes of Gulmarg and mountain and rock climbing in  general area Sonamarg, accompanying with  the batches of training students, officers  and NCO instructors, while visiting the training areas on foot!

Capt. : “OK”.

Member in civies: Mr. Sharma while serving in Indian mission abroad, if you happen to meet a beautiful young lady who, during the course of general talk, requests you to have a cup of coffee with her in a nearby coffee shop, what will your response?

Answer: Sir, during Special Intelligence course at Army Intelligence and Training College, Pune, it was taught to us in detail that while serving in Indian missions and embassies abroad, meeting and involving in unnecessary conversation with unknown foreign nationals should be discouraged at all times. There is a possibility that you may fall prey to honey trap. Hence, I shall politely decline her request showing inability due to busy schedule and leave and also ensure the same for future encounters.

Member in civies: “Good”

P.O. : Can you tell little about Australia and in the world map, where it is located?

Answer: Australia is an Island and a continent in itself. It has developed into an affluent, multicultural English speaking industrialized nation with very high standards of living. Canberra is the Capital City.  Australia’s population is small in relation to its overall size, which is almost twice the combined areas of India and Pakistan. Australia is located between the Indian Ocean and the South Pacific Ocean.

P.O. : “OK Thanks”.(Brig. Rawat was right. Plain questions, Plain answers!)

Interview Over.

Temporary attachment with Army HQ, New Delhi In Nov-Dec 1979,

       I was serving in a Mountain Brigade located in (West Bengal). In the last week of October 1979, a letter was received by my Brigade HQ saying that Amrit Lal Sharma has been selected for posting abroad. You are directed to relieve the NCO from his duties and direct him to report at Army HQ on 3.11.1979 for completion of documentation. I along with my family reached New Delhi and stayed with Raju Bhai. Since Rama was not constantly keeping well in those days, and was under continuous medical care. She was then weighing below 45 Kgs, being anemic patient for the last many months, the main fact that was hidden from the doctor due to obvious reasons. 

       But, an unexpected problem arose at the time of final  medical examination at Army HQ. The doctor was not ready to give clearance as Rama was so weak and told me very clearly that he was unable to issue fitness certificate for my wife.  He further told that clearance could not be given unless and until your wife regains some weight. So, I gathered all my dare and decided to convince the young doctor without losing any time, come what may! The other day, I met the doctor, who by now had become familiar to me, and tried my best to convince him that since we are proceeding to Australia, we will not face any problem in providing her daily sufficient rich and nutritious diet including fresh fruits, juices and healthy food, she would fast recover and also gain weight very soon. Apart from the diet, she would also get the best possible medical treatment. 

       If we are not allowed to proceed on the scheduled date, I, along with my family, would be put into a great trouble as I have no place to stay back in Delhi along with my family for an indefinite period! The doctor, somehow, melted down a bit and agreed with me! On 31 December 1979, we flew from New Delhi and reached Canberra (Australia) on 1 Jan 1980. It was really a very happy new year 1980 for us indeed!

       On reaching Canberra, 45 Millen Street, was going to be our residence for next three years! A fully furnished four bed room house standing at high ground, fitted with wall to wall cushion carpets, cooking range, Westinghouse double door refrigerator, vacuum cleaner, washing machine, fruit tree spray pump, heavy sofa set, glass top dining table and all types of fine crockery and cutlery, surrounded by large and pruned ever green lawns, fitted with automatic water sprinklers.  Amri Apple, delicious Peach, Cherry and Pears fruit trees were there around the house. A very nice and enchanting night view of illuminated suburb down below attracted all who visited us during evenings! Within a fortnight, brand new metallic blue automatic transmission Datsun Sunny, YME-075 joined us.

        Everything being so cheap, there was no shortage of anything like quality organic farm produced vegetables, fresh fruits, pure juices, milk cheese, butter and  honey. Within a month, Rama started gaining weight and in next six months she crossed 55 Kgs. There was however, no abdomen pain at all for the next two years but in the year 1982, she once complained of mild pain. An emergent appointment of a renowned Gynecologist, was taken.

        On the date of appointment, Rama’s name flashed in the waiting hall. After having examined her, Dr. Chiragakis told me that there was a round scar of the size of an Indian rupee coin, in the lower abdomen which was the main cause of pain. He prescribed medicine for three months and also fixed next appointment date. He Also told that most probably, the scar would automatically subside and she will be alright. But in case, if the scar still persists, a surgery would be needed immediately. doctor recommended surgery which was to be carried out by himself in the Woden Valley Hospital. The major surgery was carried out. Rama remained in the hospital for a week. The doctor showed me the ‘thing’ in a bottle that had been removed. Rama never had pain ever after that! 

In Feb 1983 we were back home!  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, 2 October 2021

 

                                                               PANIPAT TO NOIDA AND BACK

 

       Lately, we had been being pressed hard to visit Noida homes of both Vandana and Vivek, come what may! The pressure so built, resulted in finalizing the visit of both of us, on 27th of Jun 2021, when suddenly Vivek and Preeti arrived at Panipat home, without prior notice though, and pressed us to come along with them to Noida for a week or so. Preeti, also brought for me a nice sleeve less winter Jacket, and an unstitched suit piece for mom.  

       On 27th evening, Preeti, Vivek and Joshua tried sleeping haphazardly, some of us on bed and Preeti, Vivek adjusted  themselves on the floor, in order to test and have a feel of newly installed Career split AC by Vivek. It was, however okey by them. After discussions on the matter, On 28th Jun 2021, finally we were, at last, compelled and were made ready to get into the car. Our going to Noida, after all, materialized after two long years of ‘kash-mkash’! Reason being, Rama’s allergic attitude not to get out of house easily for a day or two outing!  Like they say, “Oont ko rail me bithana aur Rama ko ghar se bahar laana, dono ek samaan. 

       As everyone occupied the car, hurriedly, I closed the doors, unknown of the fact that you are forgetting behind certain necessary items of daily use, like tooth brushes, towel, shaving kit, drinking water bottle, slippers and so on. Before driving down straight to Noida from home, a visit to a local SBI bank branch  was to be made, where Preeti has an account inoperative for years. This account was to be transferred to SBI, Noida. Reached at the bank at 10.30. After having parked the car in front of the bank, both Preeti & Vivek went inside the bank leaving three of us in the car. It took nearly 45 minutes  for them to complete the formalities from one counter to another. By this time, it was 11.30. When Preeti-Vivek were inside the bank, myself, Rama and Joshua were in the car. The AC was on.

        After about 20 minutes, Joshua also went inside the bank to inform Vivek about a phone call that was received by Joshua on Vivek’s phone in the car. After a while, an ordinarily looking, village type person knocked at the driver’s side and asked “if he could move our car a little forward so that he could take out his own car”, whereas our  car was hardly obstructing any other vehicle. I straightaway said “NO” to him. The man disappeared within no time and was never seen again. There was no another car around either. He might be or may not be a car thief! That is what I thought!

        While on the highway, first thing was the drinking water that was needed, but when someone said that water bottle was left behind at home. Now, the big question. Who left the bottle behind? All quiet. Actually, it was my mistake because I locked the door before leaving. At the same moment, Joshua passed on a packet of his share of breakfast from behind, saying “Dadu please you eat it because I have no appetite” I took hold the packet, opened it, unwrapped the foil, put some bhindi sabzi, rolled it and had it all in a minute! I felt the urge of water now.  At the time of leaving Panipat home, while closing the door in a hurry, not only I failed to check the room if anything is left by the family members but I also did not realize that the ceiling fan was also not put off by me, the fact that it came to be known only on return. It was really another blunder which was committed by me.

        Sitting quietly on the passenger’s seat, I cursed myself at heart twice, as due to my sheer negligence, I could not collect the water bottle. Joshua was thirsty, so was I.  Preeti asked Vivek to stop the car as and when any road side hut selling water is seen. Vivek said, “Certainly I shall get the water before we join the EPE”. Preeti said, “ No, Vivek EPE is too far from here. I need water immediately”. While they were talking, Vivek said, “Lo aa gaya paani” and he smoothly had a left cut, and screeched the car to a halt before a hut selling snacks, cold drinks and water. Preeti immediately got down and bought two water bottles.

        Sitting on the passenger’s seat I saw Preeti walking back towards the car with two bottles of water. Seeing the water, I too had a feeling of deep thirst and before Preeti could enter into the car, I licked my lips for a mouthful of water!  But actually, I am not habitual of taking water immediately after eating so, I did not react much. Preeti settled at the back seat in the car with Joshua and Vivek had a swift right turn and got on the road and headed straight to Eastern Periphery Expressway. I had a glass full of water only on reaching home!

       Within a short period of time, we reached home and Vivek dropped us at the entrance of Sharon, residential tower, and turned back to fetch Roxy from where he had been left for dog sitting. Four of us got into the house, had some cold drinks and then some of us lay flat on sofa for a while. It took half an hour for Vivek to come home along with Roxy. On seeing us, Roxy became excited and started jumping all over madly showing its love, affection and concern. Roxy knows both of us very well and becomes uncontrollable, running around all over, back and forth! 

       At times, when we get ready to leave for Panipat home and even try to drag our bags, Roxy’s ears become tinnitus and he becomes sad and worried, not leaving any chance to leave us alone, any second, following us everywhere in the house, to make sure, and ensure that Dadu Dadi do not leave the house, thereby giving us painful and disheartened feelings. Roxy is Joshua’s best friend and protector too. Whenever Joshua gets scolding from his mom, Roxy, immediately takes side of Joshua, covers him up, coo and barks lowly at the mom saying as if, why shouting at Joshua! Sirrup..fllup..yaap huu huu!

       At about three, we all had a light lunch and then rested for some time until evening tea. Myself and Vivek went to nearby shopping complex to buy dressed chicken, especially for Roxy. We returned home quickly and then had some family domestic talking, some naughty, funny and some playful, both with Joshua and his best and obedient friend, Roxy! Vandana Vishal were informed of our arrival at Gaur Soundariyam. In the evening Vandana, Vishal, Saisha  and  Kaiser arrived to meet us. Vishalji brought an ‘hp’ laptop for me in order to help facilitate in writing short stories.

       On 29th evening, we all got together at Vandana’s residence at ATS Greens, in Noida itself. It was our second visit there, first being a short one to Mehras, a few years earlier. A beautiful panoramic view of high-rise building cluster, apparently an upper middle class residential area, surrounded by, and situated amidst the greenery of some tall, some small native trees and a mixture of smaller ones, perhaps brought in from other parts of country, forcefully attract one’s attention.

        Flower bearing trees, some with multicolor leaves, bushes and shrubs of silken grass, geometrically maintained and manicured frontal and backyard lawns, flower beds look soothing at heart. Paved pathways connecting each tower, facilitate smooth and safe walks by residents and visitors alike all around. Another particular attraction being the bonsai type banyan tree line, on either side of the main approach road, connecting main entrance gate of ATS, thereby providing cool and soothing shade protecting from scorching hot sun in the blue skies and creating a pollution free environs! 

       The multi-layered security at the entrance and at the individual towers, provide and ensure constant life and property security, thereby enabling the residents live fearlessly and peacefully.  Vandana’s parents in law, Vijai and Juhi Mehra who live next door in ATS, also walked in and joined us at the dinner hosted by Vandana and Vishal, thereby honoring the occasion. Apart from Vandana-Vishal, there are two more important members of the family, presence of which cannot be ignored. Saisha, the lovely young girl and the Kaiser, running around the house and welcoming the guests with woof,woof!  

       The unsung efforts of Vishalji in co-operating and helping Vandana, making the dinner party a success, should be given its due credit! After having gone through two mild rounds of beer and scotch, all were asked by Vandana to settle down at the dinner table. Vandana, apparently looked more jubilant, curious and confident over her laid out dinner items which, she had prepared herself. She had already convinced everyone individually, about her special items, that was, among other items, Kathal and Kundru ki sabzi.

        Vandana had asked me specially to try my hand on her most special non-veg preparation that was Mutton ‘Rogan Josh’ of the day. First of all, I got my share of Rajasthani Rogan Josh, in plenty on my platter, and enjoyed it at the most.  It was so delicious, aromatic, smoky and sizzling hot, soft like butter and having thick and silky gravy, carrying dark brownish condimental hue! I enjoyed the whole lot and forgot about Vandana’s Kathal & Kundru! Hahaha. We enjoyed the get-together that evening after a very long interval. Everyone seemed happy, joyous and satisfied. However, absence of both Jyoti-Kunchit was quite conspicuous that evening!

       At ten in the evening, we returned to Gaur Soundariyam residence. Preeti and Joshua reached home first and then myself and Vivek followed. Roxy was again brought home from its old hide-out, who made lot of jumping around before settling down for the night. Before going to bed, I had asked Vivek to book a cab in the morning at 7.30 for us to leave for Panipat. On 30th, we got up at 5.30 AM and by 7.30, we were ready to leave. Roxy was noticing our movements. He was quite sure that Dadu-Dadi are leaving any moment. I took pity and patted Roxy. When the cab arrived down below, somehow, we gave ‘Chakma’ to poor Roxy and entered into the lift! At about 10, we reached home safe & sound.

Now it is likely that our next visit to Noida may be carried out in the last week of August, 22 August being Vivek’s birthday! All are welcome!

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, 22 September 2021

                                   OUR DUBAI SOJOURN: A WISH FULFILLED

         I retired from Army  on 01 December, 1985, being below even of a JCO rank, at the age of 40,  I remained jobless for quite sometime.  It was extremely difficult for me to cope-up with day-to-day expenditure, being an unemployed person like me.  with a meagre monthly pension of Rs. 410. Two primary school going children Vandana and  Vivek, were still to be brought up and educated which was a major problem before us. It was all helplessness all around! As luck would have it, I got the service in the National Fertilizers Ltd., Panipat with the support of my army mate Kuldip Sehrawat.  We shifted from Jalandhar to Panipat  in the year 1986 and had a small house constructed there, in a pollution free village environs.  Vandana did her 12th in the K.V. Panipat, BSc(Med) in S.D. College and then MBA from a Management Institute at Sonepat, affiliated to NMIM, Mumbai.



        Vandana, however, did not want to stay back at home, doing nothing, after her MBA but always insisted to work, let it be on lower pay packages, in order to gain experience and to be familiarized with the set up of complex corporate world. She did various small time jobs in Delhi, and lived there for one year and a half, all alone, while both of us back at home, remained caught up with  unknown fears.  Vandana, however, fought boldly and worked sincerely hard, and finally managed to reach at a platform, from where she was free to pick up any route towards future success, with great zeal, accurate  approach, hard work and  of course with strong stamina, to face sharp competition ahead. Before reaching at the platform in a leading telecom company, she was earning monthly salary of Rs. 5,000/- or less during her struggling days. However, she was not dependable on us except for few occasions when we supported her financially too.

        One day, when we both were in the kitchen preparing dinner for that night, Rama, looked little tense and worried. I already knew the reason, tried to console and encourage her by saying that "look, one day would definitely come, when Vandana would get salary of Rs. 15,000/- per month and that day is not very far". Hearing this, she tauntingly spoke without having seen into my eyes that " O Din Dubba, Yadon Ghori Charia Kubba". Perhaps the 'saying' is self explanatory but I did not take it serious and again tried to impress upon  her and said " NO, avoid negative attitude and be optimistic".  I once again tried to assure her that Vandana would definitely reach up to the pay scale of Rs. 15,000/- very soon and then we shall think about her marriage! As was evident from our social and financial status then, we could not have had even thought of a brighter and greater career for our daughter.

       She is  married and  lives in Dubai. That is why, we both are here for a month. Vishal Mehra, her husband, is a high profile tourism professional flying the world over. Vandana currently holds an important post of upper middle order in an American Multinational Company.  All credit goes to Vishal, who is behind her successes. They have a lovely daughter Saisha studying in a leading internationally reputed school. Both being based in Dubai, our coming to this modern and thriving metropolis, for a month's stay, is not at all surprising!

      The morning of 9th of December 2016 was full of mental tension  and worry for both of us at our son's residence at Noida, as it was a heavily foggy and cold morning.  The visibility was so low that it was not possible to look beyond ten meters.  On the top of this, it had to be decided that we would have to go to the IGI by taxi all alone! At exactly quarter to nine, the taxi was called and we left for the airport, Somehow, we reached at the airport at around 11 or so. We both jointly managed to clear ourselves at the various counters at IGI, after having funny run around from pillar to post, and later touched down at Dubai International Airport, at quarter to six.

        Formalities like immigration, security clearance and collection of unaccompanied luggage, were completed with the help of Marhawa assisting us. Vishal, Vandana and Saisha picked us up at the exit, in their lovely new Audi, Q7 and we all drove down, on a beautiful road network and soon reached at the Business Bay residence. Burj Khalifa standing tall at a stone's throw distance, giving magnificent look through our bedroom window. A dream coming true........a wish fulfilled!!

DUBAI, AT A GLANCE


      Friends, if I may share with you about what I have seen about the city of Dubai during my one month's stay there.  Whatever I have been able to see around during my stay there, I shall try to tell you all about that you may like to know if you are planning to make a holiday trip to Dubai.

      As a country, the United Arab Emirates (UAE) is still young having only formed in 1971. Dubai may have everything to offer, but there are six other emirates in the UAE and five other countries in the Gulf Co-operation Council (GCC), all of which warrant brief mention. All six other emirates - Abu Dhabi, Sharjah, Ras Al Khaim, Umm Al Quwain, Ajman and Fujairah - are within two hours drive from Dubai.  The neighboring GCC countries of Oman, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Bahrain and Kuwait are all less than 90 minutes  flight away. Unifying the different emirates was seen as a progressive step to enhance security and influence in the area.  However, the region has a long history before that.. The UAE is considered the second richest Arab country after Qatar, and globally, being the eighth richest country in the world.

       His Highness Sheikh Khalifa bin Zayed Al Nahyan, the President of the UAE and ruler of Abu Dhabi, has guided the country, and specially Abu Dhabi, through a period of astonishing growth.  Sheikh Khalifa has always been generous with Abu Dhabi's oil wealth, ensuring other emirates within the county.  The Burj Khalifa in Dubai, the world's tallest building, is named after Sheikh Khalifa. HH Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum is the Prime Minister and the Vice President of the United Arab Emirates and ruler of Dubai.  He has overseen numerous landmark projects in Dubai including  Palm Jumeirah, the 'Seven Star' Burj Al Arab Hotel and the Burj Khalifa

      The economic growth of Dubai is very fast since last 25 years. The international business is flourishing here.  The UAE is well ahead of many other countries in the Middle East in terms of travel and tourism. Dubai is perhaps the most famous tourist destination in the UAE with over 580 hotels and attractions such as the man-made Palm Jumeirah Island, The Burj Al Arab Hotel with helipad on its top and an ever growing marina area.  In Downtown area Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest building towers over world's largest dancing fountain and nearby is the world's largest The Dubai Mall and newly inaugurated Dubai Water Canal flowing through the residential and busy commercial areas.

      'Marsa Dubai, is another busy area which is known for modern and one of the highest standards of living. The Walkways and the man-made waterways to the unique imagination of Dubai's modern architecture. The sparkling glass building of the National Bank of Dubai, fondly known as 'pregnant lady', is a sculptural vision standing tall like a magnificent convex mirror that reflects the bustling activity at the creek.  streets and pathways, attractively landscaped lakes, gardens and recreation areas make it perfect for those who want to enjoy the peace and quiet. Living standard is one of the highest in the world.

      Arabic is the official language of the UAE. However, English is widely used in all areas of life including in business that you might live here for years without needing to learn   Arabic. Most road, street and shop signs and restaurants menu display both English and Arabic.  That is not to say that learning a few words or phrases of Arabic is not a good idea Though, Arabic is not the easiest language to learn, but if you are able to speak out a few words to the locals, you are most likely to receive a warmer welcome or at least a smile even if your pronunciation is terrible. 

      You will be surprised to know that if you are stuck up somewhere due to language problem, you need not to worry as you are likely to find Hindi speaking people all around, everywhere! There are even local Emiratis, who are fond of Bollywood movies and understand Hindi and enjoy Indian music most! So be careful on commenting on locals while walking around in a supermarkets, malls, community common places or strolling on the The Walkways.

      Islam is the principal religion but the UAE is tolerant of other cultures and religions, the ruling family has in the past donated land for the building of churches and Hindu temples in the UAE.

      Dubai is rich and showy, it likes to have the biggest and the best of every thing in the world.  They want everything biggest, tallest and the fastest of all. There is hardly a week goes by when something the UAE does not claim to be the world's biggest, tallest, fastest or most expensive and yet there are plans to go more bigger, taller, fastest or even costliest of all! 

      May be in the coming few years, one would see a structure called Dubai Creek Tower, taller than Burj Khalifa. Dubai Harbor Lighthouse coming up 135 meters tall with grand hotels, Mall, and residential apartments with 360 degree revolving lighthouse on the top and unique looking glassy structure standing on man-made island in the sea, would be another attraction during and after Expo 2020!

      The culinary delights available in Dubai are  anything from Mexicans, Asian and  English roast dinner.  Most of the popular restaurants are in hotels where alcoholic drinks are also served.  Some of the fastest foods can be found in the road side cafeterias where two people can often feast on less than Dhs 50.  Pork is also available but with some restrictions. 

      Smoking the traditional Shisha (Hooka) is a popular pastime throughout the Middle East. After culmination of our Desert Safari on 20 Dec 2016, the last point of rendezvous was one of the Desert Camps, where our dinner was already booked. After having settled in the camp, I along with Vishal, my son-in-law, tried our hand with Shisha, in the Shisha Parlor in the Camp. It is similar to our Indian Hooka except that it gave aromatic  smoke.  However, we being non-smokers, could not enjoy smoking Shisha.

      The legal system in the UAE is a mix of Shariah and conventional laws implemented by the federal judiciary.  Dubai Police is helpful if you are on the right side of law. The police have a visible presence in the city but not prominent as in  other large cities.  You are most likely to be stopped for a traffic offence.  You must always carry your  driving license and vehicle registration - failure to do so could result in a heavy fine.  If you are stopped by the police, it is important to appear helpful and co-operative at all times. Being impolite may land you in a trouble.


      Dubai's road and flyover system is the extensive, expanding and intimidating network of roads but once you find your way out, things become easier.  When you start driving, it is pretty much given that you will need to schedule an extra 20 minutes for getting lost. Dubai is famed for its U turns, to enable you to link to the road that takes you to your destination. Mind it, it is left hand drive and 'Keep Right'.

      Sign posting in Dubai is generally good once you understand the system.  The infrastructure is superb.  Dubai's bus system is good. Fleet of water buses offers commuters and travelers a complete network of routes along Dubai's waterways. The Dubai Canal which was inaugurated in November 2016, is linked with Deira Creek and the Arabian Gulf. It flows majestically through the city. It looks like as if a dark green necklace is worn by the city of Dubai.

       There are number of foot bridges for the pedestrians at the prominent places. Colorful waterfalls and musical fountains, at places, are a romantic scene for the tourists, residents and walkways strollers alike. Yachts, motor boats and old time Arabian Nights charm heavy duty wooden Dhow cruise could be seen ferrying and giving joy rides to visitors in bulk. All these arrangements are controlled by the Dubai marine transport department.

So far health is concerned, both public and private healthcare services are available in Dubai. General standards are very high with English speaking staff and internationally trained medical staff in most facilities.  Healthcare in Dubai is managed by the Dubai Health Authority (DHA). Health insurance is must in Dubai and the UAE.

      Dubai is a home to various international and government nurseries, schools and universities offering top quality education.

      Downtown Dubai is the rendezvous for all kinds  of shops, restaurants,  malls and architectural marvels. Hordes of tourists and residents throng the place everyday.  At the heart of downtown is the Dubai's tallest tower, Burj Khalifa which points like a needle more than 800 meters skywards.  By its base are the world's biggest mall, The Dubai Mall, while the centerpiece is the spectacular 'Dubai Fountain' drawing crowds to witness the regular evening shows where jets of water shot 150 meters upwards into the air, parallel to Burj Khalifa, dancing on the tunes of Arabic Music.

      The Dubai Mall, one of the largest malls in the world, is full of top end retail brands, an array of excellent eateries and some fantastic entertainment options such as Dubai Aquarium and underwater zoo, Dubai Ice Rink and 22 screen cinema.

      Big Bus Tours - A fleet of double decker buses that provide service with audio commentary, to major attractions across town. Tickets are valid for either 24 or 48 hours.  Night tours with  commentary attract visitors to enjoy illuminated Dubai.

      If you are willing to enjoy waterways, you can always charter a Dhow, in a large group, from the fishermen and travel to east coast. If you know a bit of Arabic, you can still haggle with the fishermen in order to set the lowest price. Waters in the area are clear and turtles and dolphins can be seen from the boat.

      Hotels in Dubai range from one of the best in the world.  The Burj Al Arab Hotel, tallest in the world, emerging out from the Arabian Gulf on the man-made island, with rate in the region of Dhs. 11,000 for a night in a standard suite. The world famous Hotel Atlantis, in the Palm Jumeirah, one of the world's largest man-made island, is the shaan of Dubai. Then there is the Meydan Hotel which hosts the richest horse race in the world  The Dubai World Cup and Armani Hotel at the base of  the tallest man-made structure in the world Burj Khalifa and The Taj and The Oberois being the leading Indian ambassadors.

      If you are planning a trip to Dubai for shopping, look out for small shopping centers first and then head for Bur Dubai where you would find an atmosphere like back home Chandni Chowk and  whatever you want to purchase. Trying haggling for price cut, though not welcome in Dubai, but place like Bur Dubai where you can bargain and have the cost reduced to some extent. There is generally a mall or shopping center within easy distance from anywhere you end up. 

       When you are exhausted at Bur Dubai, try visiting The Dubai Mall, The Mall of Emirates, Dubai Outlet Mall. Dubai Marina Mall at the Marsa Dubai or  Mercato Shopping Mall at the northern end of Jumeirah Road. Then head to West Square or City Walk both in Jumeirah.  The second biggest shopping hub.  The huge Lulu Hypermarket just off Union Suqeim Road is worth the visit and there is a cluster of handy shops with easy approach.

       Hypermarkets, we generally call them Supermarkets,  are a one stop shop for almost anything you can think of, . With a range that goes far beyond food, most sell a variety of electronics and home appliances at competitive prices as well as toys, home wares, luggage, clothes, shoes, music and much much more. You name it, they have it.

       If you are over the age of 21 years, you can buy alcohol in Dubai's restaurants and licensed bars for consumption on the premises.  If you wish to drink at home, you will need a liquor license.  Muslims are not allowed. Drinks can be expensive in Dubai.  If you have a few drinks with dinner, then do not drive. You will be breaking the law if you drive after even one drink. You may land up in a trouble.

      The local scents are a big business in Dubai. These scents are generally strong and spicy.   US based store present in Mall of the Emirates, ibn Battuta Mall and The Dubai Mall.  All kinds of lovely bath and beauty products are available here.

      The 'Signature' Sanjeev Kapoor's latest Dubai Restaurant with traditional Indian dishes given an innovative makeover. Samosas and Bhajis take a back seat to such a modern delights of tandoori lobster, basil pepper, honey mustered chicken or paneer tikka.

      May be it is not the end of story of the City of Dubai and much much more  can still be written in the form of an encyclopedia  about this wonderful city and the UAE,  like an unending story of Arabian Nights, if I may, now say goodbye, all happy and feeling satisfied with my Dubai visit, a long cherished wish has been fulfilled!!