PICNIC AT JEBEL HAFEET, Al Ain,UAE

        Prior to our arrival in Dubai, Vishal and Vandana had already planned a picnic trip to 'The Summit' of Jebel Hafeet Mountain in the backdrop of Al Ain, a beautiful green city of Abu Dhabi Emirate, at a distance of an hour and a half drive from Dubai.  Evening of 16 December 2016 remained little hectic for both   the hosts readying every thing that was needed to be taken along, along with eatables cold drinks, plain water, apart from paper plates, glasses, assorted spoons, camp chairs and spread mats.

        At least five heavy large size  paper bags were kept aside ready, duly filled, to be carried to picnic spot before sleeping.  It was also finally decided that the journey will start at 8 O'clock sharp in the morning.

       On 17 December 2016, exactly at the time of moving, one such bag was to be carried by me up to the basement car parking.  Vishal holding two such bags and taking Saisha along, myself holding  one bag came out  and had stepped further for the lift opposite the main entrance of the apartment.

        I abruptly stopped and told Vishal that I had forgotten my mobile inside; and also said that while I collect the mobile, you may carry on. Rama, Vandana and the maid were still inside the apartment. I came back,  picked up the bag, which I had left outside the lift, and entered in to the lift all alone. There was no one else in the lift. And that was my second mistake, first being leaving my mobile behind!

     It was then, that the problem began.  Since I had no spectacles with me,  I started looking from all the angles searching for letter 'G" for ground floor but I  was unable to find  it'.  You know what? When I was trying  searching letter 'G', I was- sitting  on my knees! Sometimes the letter looked like 'G', sometimes like '0'. So, wasting no more time, I pressed  the' look- alike' digit, and ultimately landed at a wrong level that looked quite similar to the level I had  accompanied with others  number of times while coming or going out. I stopped there a while, looked around and, then moved to the left side  glass door being unsure of the correct way, which was easily opened and then came the next glass door opening in the parking.

        I was not sure here either, but I touched the side button on the electronic panel on the right side of the door, and it opened when I slightly pushed it. In the car parking, every thing was similar but Vishal  and Saisha were no where to be seen nor our car. Something was wrong I guessed!  Immediately, I returned back, almost running, perplexed, to the door from which I had just came out, in order to go upstairs again and then come back with someone who might be there in the apartment.

        But to my utter surprise, the door would not 'open', perhaps, unless and until an electronic card is shown to it. Now the big question.... what to do?  I was really stuck up outside the door  helplessly, perspiring, feeling numb and cursing myself, on the act of my foolishness. While circling there around like a lost cow, all frustrated, I saw a panel on the left side of the door and pressed the black button hesitatingly. The panel gave a flash of red light with a beep. I thought, may be I have done another mistake!

        But I heard a voice which was not clear to me but that meant to me that voice is inquiring about the problem. I did not lose time and said, nearing my mouth towards the panel, that  "Please listen, I am a new person here and I am lost. I am unable to open the door. Can you help me?" The voice said, " Do not worry Sir, I shall see to it". While doing all this, a young couple appeared there from no where.  They even did not care to  look at me, as to why I was standing there with the baggage. They showed the plastic card to the panel and just opened the door, and entered. I too ,losing no more time,  rushed behind them,  and also followed them into the lift. 

        They pressed their button. I started searching  digit '12' looking downwards while voicing 12..12..The gentleman came a step forward and pressed '12' for me with a smile. When I came out from the lift, I found the apartment locked. Again....now what? I had already wasted enough time and put everybody else in the dilemma. Then I thought that I must stay here only as one would definitely come here trying searching for me.

       While I was wasting time at the wrong level downstairs, Vandana had come back looking for me every where in the house and  had gone back worried and tensed.  What a fuss that I had created for all, venturing all alone in the lift and taking wrong step.

         At the same time Vishal came out of the lift looking worried and annoyed and perhaps he was right.  He said something to me which was not important for me at that moment. What was important, that I was found!  At the end of chaos, we headed for the picnic spot, late by half an hour though! What was later discussed in the car, for quite sometime, that indeed with the laughter, is anybody's guess

        I came to know later from our little Saisha who told me, while throwing a lovely laugh at me, "Nanu, to go down to Base Parking lot, 'B' is pressed, not 'G'.

       After having out from the huge underground parking of super posh residential area, soon we were into the beautifully laid out, seemingly complex and intimidating but very smooth road network of downtown Dubai, and by being the side of the base of Burj Khalifa, and through the big cluster of overlooking glassy shining super structures of high rise sky scrappers! After having a little zig-zag, taking turns here and there with Vandana trying to play as Navigator, we were on the straight main six lane super highway leading to beautiful city of Al Ain of Abu Dhabi Emirate.   

         After having taken a short drive for few minutes, Vishal took a right turn for the Petrol Pump in order to draw petrol. As the car was stopped firstly at the wrong side of the pump and the fuel tank being on the passenger's side, a little maneuvering had to be done to park the car at the right place. While the oil was being filled, a helper had the windscreen of the car washed and cleaned it for an eye soothing vision. I was little amazed to hear from Vishal that the petrol is so cheap in the UAE. To be precise Dhs. 1.60 per liter i.e. Rs. 28 per liter. as compared to India's petrol price as on date @ Rs. 68 per liter. in New Delhi!

       Gossiping, laughing and talking we were on the road again with the car speeding at 120kmph on the beautiful, very well maintained, marked, electrified highway with dense green bushes on the either side of the road.  Apart from the beautification of the highway, these bushes also protect from flying sand easily coming over to the road from the desert and also pose a barricade for the wild animals coming running on to the highway. 

       The poles erected on the middle of bush and flower pavement, with top two overhead arms fitted with LED lights, illuminate either side of the highway during night.  These poles are erected all through the road from Dubai to Al Ain.  I was very much impressed with the road sign postings that are painted green, blue and brown. Blue or green sign indicate the roads, exists or location out of the city, and brown signs show heritage sites, places of interest and hospitals. Dubai's new signage system relies more heavily on street names.  

       The indication names written on them, both in Arabic and English, with white paint and placed so prominently  which leave no confusion of any sort, whatsoever. The markings on the road are even more better. If by chance, you do not have the  GPS support, you can easily reach the destination.

        The highway goes straight through the desert to the infinity, joining with the skyline far beyond.  Sand dunes, big and small, on either side of the highway forcefully attracts one towards them. No sand dune is similar to another. These dunes take size and shape depending on the speed and force of the desert winds. At the short intervals, there were small cluster or hamlets of local Emirati people were seen, who rear goat and camel apart from managing Dates Palm Groves. I had seen many such Dates Palm Groves, some small, some large and some being the largest  of them all having, tall, sturdy and healthy palm trees on  either side of the Dubai-Al Ain highway. It was our life time experience!

        At around 10.30 AM, we approached Al Ain city, a city so beautiful that one cannot resist admiring the beautifully maintained roundabouts, complex but smooth well marked road network with prominent sign posting all along the roads. The Jebel Hafeet Mountain, standing tall, is visible even before the entry in to the city of Al Ain. Al Ain is Abu Dhabi Emirate's second city of historic significance in the UAE. Since the city has tree-lined streets and lovely patches of greenery and beautifully maintained urban parks, it is also called as 'The Garden City'.

        Just outside the city, one of the largest mountains in the UAE, Jebel Hafeet is known as the first tourist attraction.  Due to Al Ain's archaeological and historical background, the city has recently been placed on the list of World Heritage Sites by UNESCO.

        Jebel Hafeet Mountain, is the only mountainous terrain in Abu Dhabi Emirate. The mountain range is approximately 17 KM long and 4 KM wide at places, and made of sedimentary rock - limestone. It offers an impressive view over Al Ain City from the mountain top called The Summit. The Jebel Hafeet mountain road extends for 11.7 KM up to the mountain top and is voted one among the ten great mountain roads of the World. This winding road to the top is considered to be one of the best driving roads. This road is also a challenging cycle route. Few scenes of Hindi Movie RACE's were also shot at this beautiful winding road. Bollywood's superstar, Saif Ali Khan, being played the leading role in this movie.

       A little stop over at the Hotel Mercure Grand Jebel Hafeet, for a cup of coffee, was more enjoying. The Hotel's impressive location affords spectacular view of Al Ain. The hotel is just at stone's throw downwards from The Summit.

       By 11 AM, we were on The Summit and enjoyed sightseeing of city of Al Ain down below. Had a picnic over there, enjoyed the lunch, drinks and assorted ice cremes. All the mobiles were busy taking photographs and group selfies.  After having some rest, we descended down and reached at the Al Ain Zoo.

         At the Zoo, we enjoyed watching rare wild animals.  The zoo is much more like a safari park with spacious enclosures spread over an area of 365 hectares. watching Hippos, Giraffes, white lions, reptiles and other many endangered ones, was a great fun and knowledge worthy moments, specially to our little sparrow Saisha, who kept running around trying calling all of us to gather at a particular enclosure to see, what she wanted us to show!

     After having felt tired in the evening, we headed for  Dubai and reached home at around six. Both myself and Rama are must be lucky enough to be enjoying smooth drives all these days, sometimes longer ones, in Vandana-Vishal's brand new car, a big one. Bole toh.......Audi Q7!!

     

     

        

                                       A DATE WITH BURJ KHALIFA, DUBAI

       Ever since I came to know about Burj Khalifa coming up in  Dubai, I had a desire, though a faint one, to visit Dubai, if God willing, in order to have a date with the world's tallest residential building. But it was like a dream with eyes open, which was, perhaps, never taken seriously by me, as they say, to desire for something, is one thing, but to convert it into reality, is another. Time kept on flying swiftly, so the dream was also put to rest at the back the mind.

        A few years later, a news came calling us to wake-up. Vandana, our daughter was posted to her Dubai office. Our dreams and desires surfaced once again. Wasting no more time, all arrangements for our visit to Dubai were made and both of us reached here on 9th December 2016, for a stay of one month!

       On 23rd of December 2016 at eleven, I along with my family, had a special date with Burj Khalifa when I virtually saw it, touched it, felt it and embraced it. A genuine experience, full of joyous feelings, with butterflies in the stomach, eternal satisfaction and a sense of fulfillment of a long cherished 'dream come true' today!

       The Burj Khalifa, known as Burj Dubai before its inauguration, is a mega tall  sky scraper in Dubai, United Arab Emirates.  It is the tallest super structure in the world standing at the height of 829 meters and 830 meters to its needle's pricking tip upwards in the sky.  It is situated at 1, Sheikh Mohammed Bin Rashid, Boulevard, Dubai  The Burj has 163 floors.  Its construction was commenced in September 2004 and completed in 2010 at the cost of 1.5 billion USD.  Its soaring height of 830 meters at the tip above, Burj Khalifa is fittingly Dubai's most iconic destination

       H.H. Sheikh Mohammed Bin Rashid Al Maktoum is the Prime Minister and the Vice President of the UAE 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 Burj is named after Sheikh Khalifa.

       It was our life time experience to be on the 123rd floor, a permissible height,  a little short from the top and look down below, The Mother Earth's charisma that we have still to 'unfold'!

       To be on the 123rd floor, though little short of being on the top of the only man-made super structure, an engineering marvel and an architectural masterpiece of 21st century, Burj Khalifa is incredible, magnificent, amazing, unforgettable,  standing tall and erect and a miracle ever created on earth before! Though, it was foggy in the morning of 23rd December 2016, by eleven, the fog had  withered away, yet the visibility was slightly restricted. But still the view of the city of Dubai was enchanting and it was a breath taking nazara down below and far beyond!

                                                    DESERT SAFARI IN DUBAI

        On the 20th December, six of us Rama Vandana, Vishal , Saisha along with their maid Champa, a Lankan, and myself set out for what is considered a highlight in UAE, Dune bashing and Desert Safari, We drove along the six lane Highway first towards Al-Ain and then to Sharjah where the Sand Dunes are in abundance and one can experience the true thrills of what the desert has to offer.

        At the appointed time of  3:15 pm all of us went down where our designated car a 4X4 Landcruiser was waiting for us. Hurriedly, we all occupied our pre-allotted seats in the car. Mr. Ashrraf, the driver, helped all of us taking our seats with all smiles, who also spoke very good Hindi.  He finally closed the doors and said 'okay' started the engine and finally set out for the journey at the permissible speed of 60-80 kmph in the city and then increasing/decreasing speed limits on the motorway.

      As everyone of us was very well aware of the Humpty -Dumpty style of run around, Over, Below and Sideways of the slopes, sometimes suddenly deep down, and then, in an another moment, steep on top of them, not giving any moment of sitting quiet in the car. Being tightly fastened with the seat belts and then holding, in a tight grips, with both hands, on whatever you may lay your hands, around and overhead, shouting, crying with mouth open, tongues rolling out intermittently, apparently, with eyes widest open.

       Breathing at high speed with thumping of the heart, reminded me of 'Anulom-Belom and Kapal bhati' of Yog Guru Baba Ramdevji!, You may enjoy the ride with all the dare you might gather, but with an unknown fear psyche inside the car, everyone's face was worth seeing during the whole safari drive, The  moments when the safari rolled fast blindly at the slanting slopes of the massive sand throwing clouds of sand up in the air and with a fear that car ab palti-ke-ab palti.

        Everyone looked praying, at heart and requesting at the back of their mind, Hey Bhagwaaaan! buss karo, vapis chalo, aur nahi karna!  My daughter Vandana, though being brave, also asked Vish many times to stop the ride. And yes,  it was not that, I was not scared, being the elder among all, I had to maintain restraint but at moments, it was all fearful fun for me too. 

       There were only two persons who were  little  calm and unaffected of the zig-zag drive, Vishal and little Saisha. Saisha was sitting along with Champa, her Nanny, all behind the car. While she kept all of us amused with her American accent at all times, Vishal remained busy making videos, He , perhaps,  had an earlier experience of desert safari, and  being sitting on the passenger's seat. But when the safari stopped at the top of a very fine dune, seemingly untouched a virgin, that looked to me like a 'No man's land', I also took a sigh of relief with the hope that, thank God, now we shall not be going back on the same route from which we had just come!

       After having enjoyed walk over and on the top of dunes, taking photographs and selfies, we drove down taking another route, facing not  much sand dunes, and joined with a highway leading to Sharjah, after ten minutes or so. From here we were to go to one of the traditional Arabian campsites, to enjoy the delicious dinner in the calm of a starlit desert night  where our table was already booked. However, I did not know about this arrangement.

        In another ten minutes, we reached at the so called camp site. It was a semi-circular type of an area, duly installed with makeshift stalls, some of them pucca rooms like living rooms for the staff and proper washrooms duly fitted with fine sanitary ware and electricity. The Camp was very well illuminated, well maintained, clean and tidy with proper sign postings installed at prominent places for the ease of visitors. A red carpet was laid from the entrance gate to the dining area. Walking on the sand bare feet was of course a fun for all!  There were kitchens, bar, Shisha (Hooka) Bar and in the middle, a stage was erected for various types of dances and performances by well trained Arabian showmen and women.

       The number of dining rows each separately for each family or a group were laid out on the sand, however, covered with fine carpets, three big fat pillow type cushions were kept on either side of two and a half feet high rectangle dining platforms, again covered with fine Arabic type printed designer cloth with ash trays and sufficient tissue papers kept in the middle.

      After having quick drinks with freshly baked non-veg (Bara like) tasty and delicious Arabian snacks, we had a moment with Sheesha (Hooka) Bar, just for a try but it did not work for us being non smokers. Immediately after that, a Belly Dance performance was carried out which was very mesmerizing, 

      After the dance and music program, all enjoyed hot Arabic Food on self service basis, as in our functions and parties, but the food had to be taken sitting at the improvised dining platforms already allotted.

       After Dinner, a Tanura dance performance was worth shaking our senses which was played by a very well versed and trained Tanura performer. All the dance performances were done on stage on beautiful Arabic songs and music tunes.  All the 'on lookers' took photographs and made videos.

       The end of Tanura dance was also the end of the evening after which we returned home in the same safari car with Ashraff, but with no impending fear at all!

     

       

                                       VISIT TO FERRARI WORLD : ABU DHABI

       Yes......19 December 2016 was another fun day for all of us specially Saisha and me because she is the youngest and I am the oldest in the group . So if we both do some child-like activities or act funny at times, it is obvious that we would not be taken seriously! Fun day is also 'Masti' day!!

       Prior to leaving home for the  famed Ferrari World, Abu Dhabi, lot of talking had already been gone in to at the dining table, the previous night. We left home for Abu Dhabi at twelve - ten at noon.

      The drive was quite smooth and comfortable as the six lane Sheikh Zayed Road, which is Dubai's busiest motorway goes straight to Abu Dhabi with lively presence of habitation, markets, malls, restaurants, hospitals, schools, trucker's stop, construction activities and so on on its either side.  So the driving was all pleasure, pleasant, and refreshing throughout the journey.

       Dubai may be the UAE's member but Abu Dhabi is the capital of the nation and the richest of all the six emirates.  The city  consisting  series of islands is connected with the mainland by bridges.  Abu Dhabi is home to numerous internationally renowned hotels like Crowne Plaza Yas Island, Eastern Mangroves Hotel & Spa, Emirates Palace, Fairmount Bab Al Bahr and so on. Shopping Malls, Heritage Sites and golden beaches of Abu Dhabi attracts people from around the world.

      Both kids and adults are sure to enjoy a trip to Emirate Park Zoo where 2000 species of animals, including white tigers, blue monkeys and brown bears could be seen where emphasis is on

allowing you to get close to your  favorite animals through touch and interaction and feeding giraffes and zebras.

       Ferrari World Abu Dhabi is F1 amusement park dedicated to the Italian super car which draws crowds from around the world.  There is plenty to keep kids as well as adults entertained.  One of the highlights is undoubtedly Formula Ross- billed as the world's fastest roller coaster.  It reaches such an high speed up to 240 kph that anyone adventurous enough must be mentally prepared to face the challenge.  All of us tried this adventure with a sense of great enthusiasm but when on wheels, it was all fear psychosis and nothing else.  On finishing the ride, we all felt as if we were just taken out of a running washing machine and then thrown over a wall for drying!!  May be if you like the joke!

       Yas Water world makes for a great family day out with kids focused on interactive games and the excellent Marah Fortress Splash Park.  But big kids can have fun too.  Lounging by the pool, relaxing in a private cabana or enjoying one of the Pool's pumping slides.  Highlights include the heart thumping Liwa Loop, Wet and Wiled fun at its best!

       Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque on Rashid Bin Saeed Maktoum Road, Abu Dhabi is a truly remarkable architectural  feat.  Unlike most mosques in the UAE,  it is open to Non-Muslims.  It has astonishing capacity of 40,000 worshipers and world's largest Hand Woven Persian Carpet.    

    From quarter to two till seven thirty in the evening, we all enjoyed at the Ferrari World..........a world   of dreams of so many more people, whose dream to see the' Ferrari  World', is yet to be fulfilled. Due to paucity of time, we still left many items to attend. My daughter Vandana proved herself to be brave enough, to have indulged all alone, in the biggest and the fastest roller coaster in the world, to which
rest of us had given her our NO...NO...!!

       Last but not the least, I very much appreciate the marvelous looking overhead roofing system covering a vast area giving an impression of an another enchanting world within, too!
   
       Night drive from Abu Dhabi, while returning to Dubai home in the all illuminated highway and beyond, was quite an hilarious and thrilling, being our life's first ever such experience!

        

                                                 VISIT TO GLOBAL VILLAGE, DUBAI

        21 December 2016 was an another fun day for our family.  Both the hosts, Vandana and Vishal, took their time out from their busy schedules, decided to make a trip to the world renowned Global Village situated in the outskirts of city of Dubai at a distance of about 25 kilometers.

        Global Village, Dubai is claimed to be the world's largest tourism, leisure and entertainment center. It is the region's first cultural entertainment and shopping destination.  It is the leading seasonal cultural extravaganza in the region and one of the best things to do each time you visit Dubai.

        Entry fees being AED 15 per head, the entry of senior citizens of over 65 years is free. The Village opens at 4 PM everyday till midnight. The Village is spread in a vast expanse of an area where big and attractive pavilions of various countries have been constructed.  It is evident from the main entrance of the pavilion of a particular country that all out efforts, preference, priority and  patriotism has been shown by the country in order to depict the real picture, conveying the message relating to their past history and culture by putting up replicas of their world famous monuments, national heroes, and their national outfits.

        Behind the main entrance, a sprawling huge trading center consisting of number of shops dealing with different kinds of native products like  household items, clothes, crockery & cutlery, scents, dry fruits, condiments, gem and ,jewelry, house furnishing and furniture, toys and other such local novelties and wares. Since there was too much walking was involved, a rental trolley was drawn from inside the main gate in order to carry Saisha sitting in it while we all would be walking around from pavilion to pavilion sightseeing, shopping and taking selfies at our own will and pleasure. 

        We had foreign Popcorn, a lovely dish, fresh cut fruit, sweet and cold drinks apart from shopping some foreign novelties.  We also enjoyed live Bhangra performance in the open air theater at India Pavilion for about half an hour.  The Bhangra Performance was so good that reminded all of us of our lovely Punjab.

        To me, however, The Village looked more like Trade Fair in Pragti  Maidan, New Delhi which is held in the month of November whereas The Global Village is a six months affair in a year.

       On return, we had a lovely delicious dinner at 'Kulcha King', an Indian Restaurant and the only one in the whole of the UAE. Satisfied, we reached at home, little overworked though!!

                                                       TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHERS

        To define 'motherhood' is a bit difficult task, to some extent, for a person like me who is not at all either a  learned or recognized and  established writer.  Not to talk of my being a 'writer', I am an unknown, unrecognized or else  one can say, an unworthy a person who is not  remotely known  even within his own neighborhood  

       . However, despite  all these handicaps, I still insist to scribble down roughly few lines and try to reach  to people around me and beyond with the hope that I might be able, sometimes, someday, somehow, to leave unforgettable imprints on the minds of very many people, who shall one day definitely come forward and recognize what I want to stress upon them through my amateur writings. Well, let us not waste our precious time on expressing our opinions about my being a worthy or unworthy writer and come forward  straightaway on today's gossip, a gossip which is not merely a gossip but a reality in its true sense!

        During mid 30s, young lad Puran, eldest son of Pandit Mallhu Ram of village Ladori was married to a girl named Krishna, daughter of Pandit Mallhu Ram of  a small village Khajjian situated on the Pathankot-Dharamshala National Highway in between Nurpur and Kotla towns.  However, this marriage did not survive for long as the bride suffered from TB and left for her heavenly abode  within one year from the marriage, however, without having any issue. Dada-Dadi were upset. 

        They felt distressed, undone, feared and lost as their financial position was already so bad that they found themselves helpless in meeting the day to day expenses of the family as there were no other sources of income except through Dehra Pujan and miscellaneous karamkand rituals! After having passed quite some, marriage of their younger son Kishan Chand was arranged at Jawali.  Chachi Dana Vati came home and started extending her helping hand to her mother-in-law  and household routine started running smoothly once again. After a long interval, Dadaji once again launched a frantic search for a suitable girl for Puran Chand continuously for about six months but in vain.

       A very tiny village Khajjan is situated closely at the bank of Jabbar Khad, three kilometers down eastwards from Nurpur town on the pony track leading to Chamba via Chowari. There lived a poor Khajuria brahmin family, a family which was later made pujari and custodian of Mandir Kalyanrai by an order of the then Raja Jagat Singh of Nurpur Kingdom.  Pandit Kunj Behari Lal Khajuria, the pujari of the mandir had two children.  Son Kishan Dyal and daughter Kaushalya.

        Once while on the way to Nurpur, my Dadaji visited Mandir Kalyanrai to pay his reverence to the deity of Lord Krishna.  On having found a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere surrounded by lush green environment covered with fruit laden trees and different types of flower bearing bushes and plants of Tulsi grown in plenty throughout the mandir courtyard attracted him most. Pujari's hut was situated right in front of the temple courtyard, amidst the cluster of mango trees and geometrically laid out flower beds, he stayed in the temple premises for a while unexpectedly enjoying mixed musical tunes of chirping and cooing of different species of birds!

        My Dadaji was a very well known personality of the area  being one of the great learned and renowned pandits and Jyotishacharyas of his times. Pandit Kunj Behari Lal, the pujari of the temple also knew Dadaji personally very well.  The pujari welcomed Dadaji with open arms and with folded hands and had a social interaction for a while sitting under an orange tree.  Dadaji was offered a basket of fresh fruits as prasad of the temple and also offered a glass of cool pitcher water to drink.  The glass of water was brought from inside the hut by pujari's daughter Kaushalya.  This was the moment, the search for a girl for Puran Chand halted here!

       The Pujari was overwhelmed when my Dadaji proposed him whether he was willingly ready to give his daughter Kaushalya for his son Puran Chand. The matter was discussed then and there and marriage date was fixed keeping in view the intermediary functions and prevailing customs.  Soon thereafter, the marriage was solemnized in a simple ceremony and Kaushalya became another member of Manjhol Parivar.

        Now that new daughter-in-law had arrived home at Ladori, it was later decided that the old relation between Ladori and Khajjian would be revived and  kept alive for ever and maintained as such.  Since it is known fact that the people who bade good bye to this eternal world for good, cannot be brought back to life again,  keeping in view the point under discussion, it was decided that Kaushalya, our new daughter-in-law would be offered and placed in the lap of Khajjian household.

         A ceremonious visit to Khajjian along with the new bride was arranged and a function at a grand scale was arranged where Kaushalya was placed in the lap of previous mother-in-law of Puran Chand and she was declared their daughter.  Ever since the relationship with that family has had all along been made till today. I vividly remember that once when I was a small boy, I had gone to Khajjian along with Pitaji for attending  the marriage ceremony of my Mamaji there and I accompanied the barat. Perhaps the village where barat went was Fatehpur. 

       When I was in the Army service, I again visited Khajjian accompanying a barat from Ladori to Khajjian during the marriage of our Moussi Vijay Kumari. In the year 2011, I specially visited Pehowa in Kurukhetra district, a holy place for conducting a puja and pind daan for our Maa Krishna in order to pay her homage and for her greh shanti. I cannot say that my prayer reached her but I was very much satisfied when I returned home from Pehowa. 

        Maa Kaushalya was proud to have five children who are all also proud to have 'KRISHNA' as our dear and respected Bari Maa, who along with her younger sister Kaushalya, always shower their blessings on us from the heavens. We all miss you both! Chachi Bhagwati was a 'Bhagwati' in the true sense of her name who never let her husband exert a little for any kind of work, big or small, at home and served him heart and soul during his life time. 

        She loved everyone heartly. She lived at Nurpur with her two sons Brijesh and Gopi.  Brijesh looks after shakti printing press while Gopi is an engineer in a PSU.  I being her third son, loved and respected her most as she took all the responsibilities of my early life, my early education and brought up me to be able to get some job in order to earn living.

        I lived with her at Nurpur for a period of five years and she  gave me all that was needed for  and she took care of my all the daily needs being a school boy until I completed my matriculation in the year 1961.  Chachi Bhagwati is[was not less than my real  Amma who showered on me her true love without any prejudice.

        Bent like bow from waist upwards, she felt energetic enough and did not get tired even by taking all the responsibilities on her ageing shoulders.  Crackling sound of her wooden slippers (Kharaon) while doing daily household chores from 5 O'Clock in the morning till 11 at night continuously, did not disturb anyone at all!  My mother-like, who taught me many good things  and filled my life with all good moral ethics. I miss you Maa!

        It was my mother-in-law, Shahni Soma Vati who was borne in a poorest of the poor brahmin family of village Indora which was nearly depended on alms.  Soma Vati was deprived of all the love and affection of a loving father as he left for his heavenly abode immediately after the birth of Soma.  Being single parent child, Soma was brought up all alone by her mother Lajwanti in a thatched mud house.

         Soma studied up to 8th class in Government High School, Indora where she also started taking classes in the primary section of the school at a later date, until she was married off to Sain Dass Shah, a very wealthy seth of village Narot Mehra near Pathankot. He was a widower and had three children already.  But Soma was taken by them with the open arms  and kept on eye lids by everyone at Narot Mehra Haveli and she soon became Shahni Soma Vati, a bold, courageous, straightforward and influential first lady of Narot Mehra and beyond!

        Soma Vati was a very beautiful, tall, slim, gori, soft spoken, fashionably very well dressed and culturally rich girl. She was the only daughter of her parents. Studied up to 8th class  in Indora High School. Smt. Durga Devi Pathania of Ladori, who was the Headmistress of Govt Girls Primary School, Ladori, was the classmate of Soma Vati in Indora School.

        After marriage, Soma Vati made a ceremonious entry into the 'Shah Haveli' of Narot Mehra.  The Haveli made of small red bricks of Nanakshahi pattern, had three stories with number of Gumbads and beautifully arranged and made attaries affixed with colourful windowpanes. Paintings on the inner and outer walls of the Haveli were made with fast colors.  Paintings were very attractive and the witness of the past glory of the family.  Alongside the Haveli, a small canal (Sua) coming from Apparwari Doab from Malikpur, is still flowing there.

        Three mature and professional maids were at the service of Soma Vati (Shahniji) all the day long.  Everyday arrangements for bath, clothes, make-up and miniature hair-do (minidies) along with fixing of a heavy gold chownk on the head was the routine duty of these maids.  Shahniji used to change clothes twice a day excluding night dressing.  She looked so pretty, pampered and beautiful.  Whenever, she had to go out of the Haveli, not less than ten women were seen surrounding her. She was so attractive that none would pass by her without throwing a complementary flying look at her and bowing in admiration!

        I was perhaps lucky enough to have been married to Rama Kumari, the youngest daughter of Sain Dass Shah and Shahni Soma Vati.  Being bold and courageous, Soma Vati had all along been the village Pradhan and most sought after and respected lady in the society.  She also fought Zila Parishad election once but lost merely for a margin of less than ten votes.  Malpractice in the election was, however, not ruled out.

        The love and affection and respect of highest order that I received from my mother-in-law during her life time need not to be  emphasized.  Being the youngest son-in-law of Shah family of Narot Mehra, it was all praise, fame and status for me that I always felt and deeply realized while walking erect, head held high along side my mother-in-law.

        Let me take you all in the time when Soma was studying in the Primary School, Indora.  Soma had a best friend in her class. Her name was Durga, a Rajput girl looking quite similar to Soma.  Both of them studied up to 8th class and later parted their ways! As luck would have it, Durga was married to Purshotam Singh Pathania, a tall, handsome boy belonging to a rich and landlord family of Ladori. 

        When I was merely a school boy, this family shifted their residence from middle of the village to a newly built up farm house like a mansion in the outskirts of Ladori near Baadian-da-Naal surrounded by high rise trees all around.  Mango and various other species of fruit bearing trees spread out in a vast expanse of agricultural land with boundary wall of moderate height all around with a heavy and impressive looking entrance gate prominently placed on the road side.

        By this time Mrs. Durga Devi had taken up teaching job in Government Girls Primary School, Ladori, situated in Mandi area near Ghare-da-Amb, facing northwards towards Khadyater Meadow. All her life, Mrs. Durga Devi, who was also very popular, socialite and bold lady belonging to a rich and reputed Pathania family of Ladori.  She used to walk down to school everyday, both times, through a track leading to Mandi via being in front of the main entrance of Manjhol House.

          Many a times she would come in to the Manjhol House for chit-chat with my Dadi and Chachi Dana Vati.  My Dadi, Rukmani Devi was a great lady of Village Ladori and  was admired by all young and old for her prevailing goodness charm, elderly advice and social understanding.  There was another good reason for Mrs. Durga Devi to come to Manjhol House every now and then that  my Chachi Dana Vati was also a teacher in the same school, Mrs. Durga Devi being the Headmistress.

        Now I am again taking you all a little backwards when I was merely an infant of about one and a half years old.  Since my Chachi Dana Vati loved me more than my own Maa, she used to take me along with her to her school many times. Mrs. Durga Devi also had a baby boy of my age and she also used to bring him along to the school.  Sometimes we both were there in the school and started crying together when hungry.

         In that case, Mrs, Durga Devi would take both of us to a separate room in the school and feed both of us her breast milk at a time holding us side by side.  It so happened many times.  I had found a new mother so lovable in Mrs. Durga Devi who shared her breast milk with me which belonged to her son alone.

        In 1973, I was married to Rama Kumari, youngest daughter of Sain Das Shah and Shahni Soma Vati of Narot Mehra.  I mostly lived with my family in government accommodation after my marriage.  It was year 1978 when I happened to be at Ladori with my family.  By then Mrs, Durga Deviji had retired from service.  My Chachi had already left the job many years before.  I was just standing at the main entrance of our house when I saw Mrs. Durga Devi coming.  I went forward, folded my hand into namaste and at the same time lowered myself and touched her feet.  She patted my back with great affection and talked to me for while.  I brought her inside the house and she met Rama and our children. It was this time when she came to know that Rama is the daughter of her best friend Soma. Mrs. Durga Devi was so glad, overwhelmed and also felt pleasantly surprised! Mrs. Durga Devi hugged Rama passionately while her eyes were full of tears.  We were invited to lunch at her farm house the other day where we enjoyed the lovely lunch with all the family members.  All were so happy to have us there. It was a rare occasion of a re-union of old friendly relations of good old days! We came back home in the evening all happy and honored as Mrs. Durga Devi had told Rama that how Amrit used to suck her milk along with Baldev, both at a time, together! On that day I once again met my mother, my milk-mother!
     
     

        

                                           MAMA KISHAN DYAL AND ME

    

   After the death of my step mother Ratno Rani, in early 30s due to tuberculosis, one year later, a frantic search was launched by my Dada Mallhu Ramji looking for a suitable girl in order to solemnize the second marriage of his son Puran Chand.

       A very tiny village Khajjan, is situated closely at the bank of Jabbar Khad, three kilometers down eastwards from Nurpur Town, on the then pony track leading to Chamba via Chowari. There lived a poor Khajuria Brahmin family, a family which was made pujari and custodian of Mandir Kalyanrai by an order of the then Raja Jagat Singh of Nurpur Kingdom.

      The Mandir was originally installed and inaugurated by the Maharaja himself. However, i is said that the Mandir was later developed by and by and constructed pucca by the Soga family of Nurpur town, who also donated two pucca built up shops in the main bazar of Nurpur to Mandir Kalyanrai for the financial support to the pujari family,

      Pandit Kunj Behari Lal Khajuria, the Pujari of Mandir Kalyanrai had two children. Son Kishan Dyal and daughter Kaushalya Devi. Since the pujari was a short stature person, his both the children were also not more than five feet in height.  Once, while on the way to Nurpur on foot, my Dadaji visited Mandir Kalyanrai to pay his reverence to the deity of Lord Krishna. 

      On having found a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere surrounded by lush green environment covered with fresh fruits and different types of flower bearing plants and trees with pujari's hut situated right in front of the temple courtyard; amidst the bunch of mango trees, he stayed in the temple premises for a while unexpectedly.Pandit Mallhu Ramji was a very well known personality of the area of his times being one of the  great, learned and renowned pandits and joytishacharyas.

        Pandit Kunj Behari Lal, the pujari of the temple also knew personally my Dadaji very well. The Pujari welcomed him   and had a social interaction for a while. He was offered  a basket of some fresh garden fruits as prasad of the temple and also offered a glass of cool pitcher water to drink. The glass of water was brought out from inside the hut by pujari's daughter Kaushalaya. This was the moment, the search for a girl for Puran Chand halted there.

      The pujari was overwhelmed when my Dadaji proposed him  whether he was willingly ready to give his daughter Kaushalaya for his son Puran Chand. The matter was discussed then and there and marriage date was fixed keeping in view the intermediary functions and prevailing customs. Soon thereafter, marriage was solemnized in a simple ceremony and Kaushalaya became another member of Manjhol Parivaar.

      We are four brothers and one sister. Our parents, Puran Chand and Kaushalya lived their full lives and went to their heavenly abode one after the other, leaving behind a void, never to be filled again.  After the demise of Pandit Kunj Behari Lal Khajuria, Kishan Dyal became the custodian and pujari of the Kalyanrai temple, Khajjan . 

      Before his death, my Nana had attached all his landed property to Thakur Kalyanrai in 1917, in order to make sure that the property did not go to wrong hands after him and shall remain intact as mandir property. The time flew past  by and Kishan Dyal grew older in a lonely atmosphere and, as if an abandoned member of once a small happy family of village Khajjan. Kishan Dyal being a feeble minded, lived all his life alone at village Khajjan, in an old and dilapidated house!

     Being an elder among the four brothers, my close association with Mama Kishan Dyal had been since my early childhood age of five. I still faintly remember that a number of times in a month, I was taken to Khajjan by my parents. I used to ascend on Pitaji's back during most of the journey from Ladori to Khajjan, on foot, and parents, wading through Jabbar Khad waters more than ten times, pyjamas rolled over up to knees or sometimes taken out altogether and thrown over the shoulders and slippers held in hands.

        During the year 1953-54, I was studying in 4th class in Govt. Primary School, Ladori. Since I was a weak student in mathematics, I always  felt myself looked down upon and insulted in the class and was considered a careless and obstinate fellow by the then Headmaster, Shri Charan Singh Pathania, who was very strict and also  cruel at times, so far as students' bad performance in the class was concerned. 

      Every child of the school trembled  before him with the unknown  fear of him. No one knew as to when one would get an award of severe physical assault by the teacher, even on a very small, trivial and negligible reason, This bad practice was  prevalent in all the schools in those days. Due to my weakness in mathematics, I used to be the main victim of the headmaster. Therefore, I had always been in a look out for an opportune time or an occasion to go to Khajjan, away from Ladori, every now and then, in order to remain absentee from school!

       Very happy and amused, I walked down to Khajjan from Ladori, on foot. I neither had shoes nor  a pair of chappals. In the previous day, I had borrowed a pair of canvas shoes from one of my friends in the vicinity of my Ladori house. I was primarily happy because I would not go to school for next three days and Sunday thereafter. By now, I had grown so bigger that I used to go to Khajjan all alone. I did not have had sense of fear as I always felt myself confident, fearless and  so called bold minded. Only feeble mind is fearful and discourage you to attempt boldly to take swift and timely initiative.

         From Upla to Chikla Maira-Ghaluin-di-Kuwali-Ternian-da-Tudd-Tootan-di-Khabli-Hindora Gharat and finally Khajjan. By now, I had walked all alone on this route for number of times. Walking  without any company, gave me more thrill, joy and enthusiasm. While walking most of the time on the Jabbar Khad bed, on a zig-zag track,  and wading through knee deep jabbar khad waters at various points, under the blue sky partially overcast, many a times, gave me a sense of pride and romance!

       Not so high hillocks on both the Jabbar Khad banks, used to be densely covered with the big and small trees of various varieties, bushes, shrubs, dark green foliage and green grass and wild flowers. At places, fountains of cool and crystal clear hilly waters coming rolling down noisily and meeting with Jabbar Khad, created an enchanting scene and thrilling experience at the time of the sun going down to the west, for an ignorant school boy of my age.

        At Khajjan house, I always felt that it was another house, another world and yet another lovable place full of peace and tranquility. Fully secured, peaceful, quiet, feeling of nothingness, thoughtful and solitude ambience all around. An old two room double story house, though in bad and dilapidated condition, gave richly interior look of the times gone by with intricately carved out huge double wooden pillars along both the side walls holding up the roof by a large and nicely crafted and carved out wooden beam across the room on the ground floor.

       After toiling hard in the fields, one could find solitude inside the cool and cozy room on a hot sunny day, with deep slumber. Musical sound of buzzing honey bee in the dark and pin drop silence  room, chirping of sparrows outside on the varanda and seldom barking of peacock on the overhanging khadyater meadow, created an enchanting atmosphere so wonderful!

       Outside of the house, in the big open courtyard, full of Tulsi hedges everywhere, ornamental flowers of various types, geometrically prepared soil beds mixed with fine cow dung manure for green home grown vegetables, trees laden with seasonal fruits like mango, orange, mithu, ber, nashpati, bhagugosha, kainth and different types and sizes of seedless amrood, papita, Kandhari Anaar, lugaat, kimb, shehtoot and bel pathar etc. were available aplenty around the house in the backyard garden. 

      Apart from fruits, local novelties like galgal, trunj, ghamiri, nimbu, chalodra were also available in the garden to add a little tinge to spicy food lovers. In this fruit garden, I used to feel free from all sides doing what I wanted at my own will and pleasure!

      There was a  family, in  a close neighborhood, and also being cunning, greedy and conspiratorial that was always in the look out of an opportune and suitable time to reach pre-determined damage to Khajuria family. On the contrary, Pancham, a boy from the same family was so smart, playful, cordial, versatile, innovative and friendly was in a very close friendly relation with me.

       Whenever in those good old days, I was in Khajjan, my most of the time was spent in the company of Pancham. Lalaji, Pancham's father was then a very old person always seen sat on the cot on the varanda of his house. He loved Pancham  and me equally. Pancham was senior to me by 3-4 years. He
was then studying in Govt. High School Nurpur in 9th standard. 

     After passing 5th class in Govt. High School, Ladori, I was admitted in 6th class in Govt. High School, Nurpur. Pancham was a very good player of Volleyball and Kabaddi and he participated in many school and outside sports tournaments and brought laurels to the school.

      Pancham used to innovate toys of different types for small children. I remember when he made a paper snake with the help of his Lalaji. This paper snake was popular among the children of those days. Pancham also used to make mud toys and color them artistically. For Diwali, once he prepared an instrument with the help of a key fixed on a stick and the nail tied with a strong thread for cracking match stick masala giving quite a loud thunder when struck with a force on a lying stone or rock. Me and Pancham had become very good friends, that is why I was always attracted to come to Khajjan time and again.

      Actually, years before settling down in village Khajjan, Pancham's forefathers used to entertain people with their Raas Lila and Bhagat shows on the invitation of different towns and village in the areas near and far beyond. They used to  organize  street shows for entertaining people and to earn their living. When Lalaji grew very old and was unable to accompany the troupe everywhere and anywhere for staging shows, the family decided to close their business once for all and settled down finally at village Khajjan.

     With the passage of time, the income sources of this family deteriorated and the family turned poor and it became difficult for them to even make both ends meet. Accordingly, their relations in the village had a drastic change and soon this family  turned hated and isolated. Pancham, by that time had joined service in Chamba region and also had turned a conspirator and blackmailer of repute who hatched a conspiracy against my Mama Kishan Dyal, to whom he always respected and addressed as Bhai Sahib. Pancham and his associates one day drugged Kishan Dyal and took his signatures on a plain non-judicial paper and grabbed his khadyater land on lease for 99 years with the connivance of local revenue people. Pancham I hate you!

      It was thunderous, cloudy, stormy dark night and raining intermittently. This time Mama had specially called me for accomplishing an urgent and important mission. Before going to bed, Mama disclosed his plan and we both discussed it in detail before sleeping. It was mid night when Mama whispered and woken me up politely. I got up and then we both went out of the house quietly in the rainy and  thundering dark night with heavy draati, phawara and showel.

     As I have already mentioned, Mama had a shop about 200 yards down eastwards from his house, on the main road under a huge Jamun tree, which had been in ruins by then. A notorious and cunning family hatched a conspiracy against Kishan Dyal and occupied the shop plot forcefully, in his long absence from Khajjan and erected a thatched hut on it with the help of wooden ballies, planks covering it with old and discarded tin sheets.

      They allegedly claimed that this was their plot since the times immemorial which was completely wrong as per the temple revenue records. They were simply trying to grab the plot by hook or crook, keeping in view the poor and hapless condition of Kishan Dyal.

      We reached at the scene and within one and a half hours, dismantled the shed and razed it to the ground. Now, the whole construction material and the trash scattered all around, was to be taken down the winding quawali leading to Jabbar Khad one by one and thrown into the swollen Jabbar Khad. It took us another one hour or so for both of us to take the material to the Jabbar Khad and threw it in the gushing flood waters which washed it away leaving behind not an even slightest evidence whatsoever. Next day morning, whoever saw the empty plot, was compelled to think twice as to what happened here in the previous night! The people responsible for encroachment also did not react either..

       After having lived in Ladori and passing 5th class, I was taken to Nurpur Town by Chacha Chakkar Dhariji and admitted in the then Govt. High School, Nurpur in 6th class. My Chachaji was a senior Hindi teacher in that school. In the beginning, I remained mentally disturbed mainly due to homesickness. I was totally unhappy and always cursed chachaji as to why he brought me to Nurpur and isolated me from Ladori and my friends. As there was no other option, I had to compromise with my mind and made up, to continue to live in Nurpur until I completed my matriculation.

      From then on until I completed my matriculation in 1961, I remained at Nurpur. Immediately after matriculation examination, I went to Jammu to my Chacha Udham Chandji and  worked in a factory for few months. Then I left Jammu and went to Bombay to my another Chacha Subhash Chandji and again worked in a mechanical factory there in Andheri until early 1963 on the monthly salary of Rs. 50/-.

      But soon after, I had to return home on medical grounds and  then went to Patiala to my Chacha Ishwar Chandji who was a Religious Teacher in the Army there. After having stayed in Patiala for about seven months, One day I went to the Recruiting Office without informing or consulting Chachaji and got recruited in the Army as a clerk and went to Bangalore for training.

      All these years, at times, I have been listening elders at home talking about the marriage of Mama Kishan Dyal. It was also evident from their talks that Kishan Dyal was always adamant and seemed determined not to marry at all. As and when he was contacted or asked about his consent, he simply smiled and nodded his head negatively without making eye to eye contact and simply looking down on the ground. It appeared as if he had finally decided NOT to marry at all.

      My parents had also tried their best to persuade him but in vain. He never allowed anyone to talk about his marriage. So far his physical health was concerned, Mama was a hero in the village. He had very good physique and one could count the flexing body muscles that he had developed. Though he was of a short stature person but he was as active as lightening.

      He used to work in the fields whole day perspiring, turning big and small rocks lying here and there in his fields that he cleared himself alone. It was his routine to get up at 4 in the morning  and exercise for an hour everyday without fail before going down to Jabbar Khad for taking bath and then sitting on the morning prayer in the Kalyanrai temple till 9 AM. When mandir puja was over in the morning, he used to blow conch so rhythmically and loud that it could be heard in the whole village and the people came to know that days' morning prayers in the temple are over.

      Whenever, in the rainy season, there were floods in the Jabbar Khad and in  the Chakki tributary       Harad when there was no bridge over it in 1950s, Kishan Dyal always offered his services voluntarily to help the travelers to cross the flood waters without any cost and he did this effortlessly until the night fell. Mama was also a very good singer. Whenever there was any social function or gathering in the temple premises, he took initiative to sing bhajans and hymns from holy Gita.

 On Diwali festival, mandir was beautifully illuminated and all the residents specially children of     Khajjan converged there making merry and bursting crackers. Next day, there used to be annual Goverdhan Puja at Mandir Kalyanrai, a function on a grand scale, where guests from far and wide used to be invited including saints, sadhus and other religious gurus participated in the puja. A jag (community langer) was arranged on a large scale where hundreds of local and outside people took part. Volunteers from the village and outside took over the duty of feeding the guests sitting on the ground in

 long rows till late evening.

 Next day, again the volunteers took over the cleanliness job in their hands and cleaned the mandir    premises, utensils, big and small and hand them over to the respective owners properly. This used to be an yearly ritual at Mandir Kalyanrai from the times immemorial. Unfortunately, the Goverdhan Puja was stopped when Kishan Dyal grew old and also slowly developed physical and mental ailments including poverty. Major factor being was stoppage of receiving agricultural produce from all the tillers of the mandir land due to the poor condition of Kishan Dyal.

        Whenever I came home on leave, I always visited Mamaji and inquired about his well being. Each time I came on leave, I found  Mama's financial and social condition worsened and deteriorated further. As I have already told that he did not trust any. this state of affairs continued till his last day and he never allowed anyone to come to his house and stay with him in order to help him.

        Taking unfair advantage of his state of mind and health, mama's neighbor Pancham and his associates took his signatures on a plain non-judicial paper after drugging at his house in an ambiguous gathering,  and as a result, all the adjoining khadyater land was grabbed by Pancham Chand on a lease contract for 99 years with the connivance of local revenue people. The case is pending in the Nurpur court. A shop at Nurpur main bazar has also been forcefully occupied by the tenant for the last more than 30 years and is not likely to be retrieved again.

       In an another occasion, when I was on annual leave, Som Dutt Chachaji met me and told me that some funds are  released from time to time by the Goverment against the khadyater barren land and that funds against such land at Khajjan on the name of Mandir Kalyanrai had been released. This money was to be drawn from the Nambardar of the area. Som Dutt Chachaji also told me that he advised Kishan Dyal to come with him and get the money so released by the government from the Nambardar. But he was reluctant and non cooperated.

       Here too, the reason was that Mama did not trust either Chacha Som Dutt nor the Namberdar as to whether he would give the full amount released by the government or not. One day, myself, Chacha Som Dutt and Mama went to Namberdar's house at Janera to receive the Choharrum amount released by the BDO. Even after making all out efforts by both of us, Mama did not agree to get the money and continued repeating that Nambardar will definitely give us less amount than that released by the government I folded hands before him, touched his feet in order to cooperate but he did not do so. We then had to return home empty handed and the money was perhaps never claimed again.

     It was time when the talk of my marriage was going on in the family. It was the year 1972-73. Mama also came to know that my marriage was being settled with a girl that belonged to the State of Punjab. He was, however, against this relation. He commented sarcastically that 'when maal Punjab ki Mandi mein nahi bika toh Himachal ki Mandi mein bechne chale hain'.

       However, Mama did not know the fact that Rama was brought up and studied up to 6th class in Indora, District Kangra, Himachal Pradesh as she was sent to Indora in order to give company to her Nani who was then 80 years old and lived all alone. Hence Rama was more than a Himachali girl and spoke pahari dialect fluently. She never spoke punjabi like her other brothers and sisters. Finally, my marriage took place on 20 July 1973. Despite our repeated requests, mama neither attended the marriage nor he ever tried to meet Rama, my wife, until his death. 

      I ignored and continued meeting him as usual. It was 1984, when I and my wife decided to shift to Khajjan permanently and we did so. We told Mama clearly that he need not to worry for anything any more and he would  be properly looked after and that he should continue with his mandir puja only. But mama stopped talking with us and started telling people that these people have come here to grab my property even when he was alive. 

       After fifteen days of our stay at Khajjan, we had no alternative but to shift back to Ladori, because Mama was not at all in favor that we stayed there any longer. He thought that we had come there to occupy his property and nothing else whatsoever. He was a peculiar type of person who was neither fully understood by us nor anybody else.. Arun, my youngest brother took over him finally in his later part of life but I doubt that Mama trusted him fully too!

      Mama is no more now. Old house is also no more to be seen either. Arun is presently living in the Mandir complex. He has built up a small beautiful house there by the side of the mandir. He has been trying hard to retrieve the lost mandir properties and upkeep of the mandir itself. In the last days of Mama, Arun looked after him until he breathed last. I may suggest Arun to think, consider and re-commence the yearly celebration of Govardhan Puja at Mandir Kalyanrai at Khajjan with a community langar in consultation with the village elders. This way, a very nice tribute could be given to Mamaji!