First winter of Bijal, when she went to Belonwala...
Nimble footed, Bijal can jiggle and more so when 'Singh is king ' is on
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A 9 year old artistes inpression of her sibling
First winter of Bijal, when she went to Belonwala...
Nimble footed, Bijal can jiggle and more so when 'Singh is king ' is on
Monday, May 25, 2009
YMCA Connection - Early Days
Growing up, I often became victim to bullies. While walking back home after school, I had to deal with two of them every day. One was my size, and the other twice my size. Regardless of the size, they both gave me the same terror. The big one was a bowler in our local cricket team, and when he was dropped because of his erratic behavior, he did n't take it very well, and used any opportunity he could get to vent his anger. Every day, he would sit at his window, waiting for me. He must have been seven feet tall and 300 pounds, and when he walked, the earth trembled. On one occasion though, the same giant was brought to shame and any power he earned by teasing me squeezed by Kokkan, my friend who was half my size, and my best friend on the block. It was shocking for me and extremely embarrassing for the giant. It was quiet clear to me that day that it was not so much the size as the heart that mattered.
While Kokkan gave me inspiration, another man guided me all the way through. On one of my trips back home, I took a good look from far and not finding the giant, tried to make a quick pass by his house where he often waited for me for his daily dose of power. But, as soon as I crossed his gate, he came running from inside his house and blocked my way with his bulky body. He placed his arms, that weighed more than dhai kilos (2 1/2 kgs) each, on my either shoulder, and rested his whole body over me. I almost peeed in my pants. With devilish sneer, saliva leaking from his mouth, he looked into my eyes from 2 inches away and hissed. While I thought of that as the end of everything, god sent Anil who lived in the colony near by. As soon as he saw me in the clutches of the giant, he came running and shouted at the giant from far. All of a sudden, giant collapsed and ran back to his house.
I was amazed by Anil's power. Anil was a black belt in Taekwondo that he was practicing and teaching at the local YMCA. He told me how he used to a timid boy himself and how the world turned in his favor after a few years pf Taekwondo. I was higly inspired, and quietly walked back home thinking about Taekwondo. That moment remained in my mind for several years. After that day, the giant never dared touch me. In fact, he turned the other way whe he saw me coming. He knew I had the two most feard boys on the block as my friends, the witty, Kokkan and the black-belter, Anil.
TBC .....
While Kokkan gave me inspiration, another man guided me all the way through. On one of my trips back home, I took a good look from far and not finding the giant, tried to make a quick pass by his house where he often waited for me for his daily dose of power. But, as soon as I crossed his gate, he came running from inside his house and blocked my way with his bulky body. He placed his arms, that weighed more than dhai kilos (2 1/2 kgs) each, on my either shoulder, and rested his whole body over me. I almost peeed in my pants. With devilish sneer, saliva leaking from his mouth, he looked into my eyes from 2 inches away and hissed. While I thought of that as the end of everything, god sent Anil who lived in the colony near by. As soon as he saw me in the clutches of the giant, he came running and shouted at the giant from far. All of a sudden, giant collapsed and ran back to his house.
I was amazed by Anil's power. Anil was a black belt in Taekwondo that he was practicing and teaching at the local YMCA. He told me how he used to a timid boy himself and how the world turned in his favor after a few years pf Taekwondo. I was higly inspired, and quietly walked back home thinking about Taekwondo. That moment remained in my mind for several years. After that day, the giant never dared touch me. In fact, he turned the other way whe he saw me coming. He knew I had the two most feard boys on the block as my friends, the witty, Kokkan and the black-belter, Anil.
TBC .....
Friday, May 15, 2009
Balwant Rai Mehta committee-Chapter VIII(Wheel of life)
Anil Rai turned to move towards the farm shed, he saw Bhagwan lal coming out fumbling with his Pyjama knot and looking about furtively, Rai stopped in his track “ Madarc**d ” he muttered to himself , Its been 10 years since he moved to Haldwani and lala had been upto these antics regularly, it all the more became difficult for the ‘forced bachelor ’ Anil with his wife and kids tending to Blind mother at RISIA in Tarkulwa.
Batuknath had passed away since long, new generation the first thing they did was to throw out Anil’s mother, Anil who managed to find a job with ‘Pearl poultry farm’ was visiting them off and on more off than often , life was a drag..he wanted to be with his kids and family.The make belief he always bragged to others about acres in East and his Bhumihar legacy seemed like a dream which he wanted to share with his kids, wife and mother.
Meanwhile unware of storm brewing to turn his life topsy turvy Anil entered the shed after Lala turned away to go to the bunglow, he saw PUSHPI ….the Tharu girl, he knew with LALA favoring her he had no chance,he ordered her to go to neighbouring shed ‘Shamless girl’ he shouted as if given a chance to do same he would have turned away like a saint.
PUSHPI ran away to other shed, she loved relative importance she enjoyed, That was the story of her community, Already crushed over centuries by invaders of North and classified as down most in social hierarchy..the isolated thriving of few Tharus in small pocket of Terai near Nepal border ended with new invaders who tilled this fertile land, did away with Jungles, Tharus became indentured labour under ‘KAMAIYA SYSTEM’ which was a form of debt bondage, PUSHPI had only known this life and now LALA spending his passion in her gave her the power she had never felt before..simple people complex choices.
Sun was up already,Labours had started moving in shed for morning egg collection, as first hand held trolley entered the Hatchery,Ballu was tending to electrical fault which was making INCUBATOR do very strange kind of nut/bolt churning kind of sound..it took him to another place and another time.. he recalled Tony making similar voices before trying shouting at him and Kharagbahadur was smiling, He smiled within “where would be Kharag these days”.As he turned than Ballu fell over the egg trolley which was sprawled on the floor..egg whites and yoke all over the face of Ballu.
Batuknath had passed away since long, new generation the first thing they did was to throw out Anil’s mother, Anil who managed to find a job with ‘Pearl poultry farm’ was visiting them off and on more off than often , life was a drag..he wanted to be with his kids and family.The make belief he always bragged to others about acres in East and his Bhumihar legacy seemed like a dream which he wanted to share with his kids, wife and mother.
Meanwhile unware of storm brewing to turn his life topsy turvy Anil entered the shed after Lala turned away to go to the bunglow, he saw PUSHPI ….the Tharu girl, he knew with LALA favoring her he had no chance,he ordered her to go to neighbouring shed ‘Shamless girl’ he shouted as if given a chance to do same he would have turned away like a saint.
PUSHPI ran away to other shed, she loved relative importance she enjoyed, That was the story of her community, Already crushed over centuries by invaders of North and classified as down most in social hierarchy..the isolated thriving of few Tharus in small pocket of Terai near Nepal border ended with new invaders who tilled this fertile land, did away with Jungles, Tharus became indentured labour under ‘KAMAIYA SYSTEM’ which was a form of debt bondage, PUSHPI had only known this life and now LALA spending his passion in her gave her the power she had never felt before..simple people complex choices.
Sun was up already,Labours had started moving in shed for morning egg collection, as first hand held trolley entered the Hatchery,Ballu was tending to electrical fault which was making INCUBATOR do very strange kind of nut/bolt churning kind of sound..it took him to another place and another time.. he recalled Tony making similar voices before trying shouting at him and Kharagbahadur was smiling, He smiled within “where would be Kharag these days”.As he turned than Ballu fell over the egg trolley which was sprawled on the floor..egg whites and yoke all over the face of Ballu.
(Purely a work of fiction any resemblance to persons living or dead is incidental)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Train to Bombay - Part 2
इससे पहले की ट्रेन चलती, हम लोग भागे और मेरे वाले कोच में ही चढ़ गए. सीट क्योंकि अल्लोकैते नहीं हुई थी, दिनु और अजय भी मेरे साथ ही बैठ गए. लोगों ने हल्ला किया की एक सीट है और तुम तीन, तो हम भी चोद्दे हो गए. टिकट दिखा दिए और बोले की टीटी सब देख लेगा, आपको क्या.
जब टीटी आया, टिकट उसके आगे कर दिए और पुचा की बता भाई हमारी सीटें कहाँ है. जोरदार झटका लगा जब उसने बताया की वो बस टिकट हैं, आरक्षण नहीं, और उसे किसी भी एजेंट ने संपर्क नहीं किया है. साथ ही बोल दिया की अगले स्टेशन पर उतर जाना. पैरों के निचे ज़मीन खिसक गयी ये नो नहीं बोल सकते क्योंकि ट्रेन चलने की वजह से वो तो हो ही रहा था पर दिल बैठ गए. फिर एक्स्पिरेड स्टुडेंट ईद कार्ड्स निकाल कर दिखाए और पूरी कहानी सुनाई. कहानी से हमदर्दी तो मिली लेकिन सीट्स नहीं. हाँ टीटी ने इतना जरूर कहे दिया की उसी डब्बे में बैठ सकते हो. भागते भूत की लंगोटी ही सही.
सोने का समय आया तो एक खाली बर्थ देख कर वोह अजय ने ले ली, और दिनु पूरी तरह चादर ओढ़ कर मेरी सीट पर मेरे पीछे लेट गया, यह सोच कर की कोई उसको देख नहीं पायेगा. लेकिन टीटी कोई कल ही पैदा नहीं हुए. दिनु के मोटे शारीर के बाद थोडी बहुत जगह में मैं सोया ही था की अचानक किसी ने इस तरह झिंझोडा जैसे आदमी नहीं डंगर हो. देखा वोही टीटी की उनिफोर्म है लेकिन आदमी दूसरा. पुराने टीटी ने तो साइन ऑफ कर दिया था और शायद उसने नए वाले को बता दिया था की भाई गंगा पूरी तरह भय रही है तू भी नहा ले. बदमाश ने एक मिनट की देरी नहीं लहै हमें ढूडने में. और खतरनाक नजरों से घूरते हुए सीधा इल्लीगल बता दिया और अगले स्टेशन पर उतरने को बोल दिया. हमने पूरी कहानी फिर से सुनाई, लेकिन वोह सब तो उसे पहले ही पता था. जब कुछ बात नहीं बनी, तो फिर से एक्स्पिरेड ईद कार्ड्स दिखाए और दिस्कोउन्तेद घूस देकर उसे भी खुश किया.
इतनी बार लुटने के बाद अब कुछ भी शोककिंग नहीं लग रहा था. मुंबई ज्यादा दूर नहीं था. डब्बे की मंद पिली रौशनी में तीनों बैठ गए और पहली बार पसर की नींद में उंघते हुए लोगों के बीच वातावरण की शांति को महसूस किया. जब आदमी सबसे बुरे वक़्त से निकल ज्ञाता है, तो और कोई भी सोच या दर उसे हिला नहीं पाती और एक असीम शांति का अनुभव होता है. शायद ये वोही शांति थी. उसके बाद बिना और किसी घटना के हम लोग सही सलामत मुंबई सेन्ट्रल पहुँच गए और रहत की सांस ली.
जब टीटी आया, टिकट उसके आगे कर दिए और पुचा की बता भाई हमारी सीटें कहाँ है. जोरदार झटका लगा जब उसने बताया की वो बस टिकट हैं, आरक्षण नहीं, और उसे किसी भी एजेंट ने संपर्क नहीं किया है. साथ ही बोल दिया की अगले स्टेशन पर उतर जाना. पैरों के निचे ज़मीन खिसक गयी ये नो नहीं बोल सकते क्योंकि ट्रेन चलने की वजह से वो तो हो ही रहा था पर दिल बैठ गए. फिर एक्स्पिरेड स्टुडेंट ईद कार्ड्स निकाल कर दिखाए और पूरी कहानी सुनाई. कहानी से हमदर्दी तो मिली लेकिन सीट्स नहीं. हाँ टीटी ने इतना जरूर कहे दिया की उसी डब्बे में बैठ सकते हो. भागते भूत की लंगोटी ही सही.
सोने का समय आया तो एक खाली बर्थ देख कर वोह अजय ने ले ली, और दिनु पूरी तरह चादर ओढ़ कर मेरी सीट पर मेरे पीछे लेट गया, यह सोच कर की कोई उसको देख नहीं पायेगा. लेकिन टीटी कोई कल ही पैदा नहीं हुए. दिनु के मोटे शारीर के बाद थोडी बहुत जगह में मैं सोया ही था की अचानक किसी ने इस तरह झिंझोडा जैसे आदमी नहीं डंगर हो. देखा वोही टीटी की उनिफोर्म है लेकिन आदमी दूसरा. पुराने टीटी ने तो साइन ऑफ कर दिया था और शायद उसने नए वाले को बता दिया था की भाई गंगा पूरी तरह भय रही है तू भी नहा ले. बदमाश ने एक मिनट की देरी नहीं लहै हमें ढूडने में. और खतरनाक नजरों से घूरते हुए सीधा इल्लीगल बता दिया और अगले स्टेशन पर उतरने को बोल दिया. हमने पूरी कहानी फिर से सुनाई, लेकिन वोह सब तो उसे पहले ही पता था. जब कुछ बात नहीं बनी, तो फिर से एक्स्पिरेड ईद कार्ड्स दिखाए और दिस्कोउन्तेद घूस देकर उसे भी खुश किया.
इतनी बार लुटने के बाद अब कुछ भी शोककिंग नहीं लग रहा था. मुंबई ज्यादा दूर नहीं था. डब्बे की मंद पिली रौशनी में तीनों बैठ गए और पहली बार पसर की नींद में उंघते हुए लोगों के बीच वातावरण की शांति को महसूस किया. जब आदमी सबसे बुरे वक़्त से निकल ज्ञाता है, तो और कोई भी सोच या दर उसे हिला नहीं पाती और एक असीम शांति का अनुभव होता है. शायद ये वोही शांति थी. उसके बाद बिना और किसी घटना के हम लोग सही सलामत मुंबई सेन्ट्रल पहुँच गए और रहत की सांस ली.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Goodbye Singapore!!
Merlion ..The symbol of Singapore..an Indian Prince from Sri Vijaya Empire noticed an Lion and Called the place SINGAPORE!!!
Indians abound here MUSTAFA is the symbol of Indianness, you get to exchange and get INR as well here.
HOUSE OF CONDOMS: The strict SINGAPORE is history, sights like these is much more common, you get to see ash trays on Road sides although fines are still appilcabl e for Vandalism, spitting and littering.
NIGHT SAFARI one of the attractions has various events organised like these.
Nice eating places abound, these people have four meals a day alongwith frequent snacks, Kitichens are out of fashion, BOAT QUEY and CLARKE QUEY have rows of roadside eatreies serving everything , we sang MAN-U song and got beer free here.
Balwant Rai Mehta Committee- Chapter VII
December 2008,. Indian/Paki blog circles in lands faraway from home were still abusing each other but favorite topic of so called ‘Indian Jalopy’ or ‘Chandrayan’ had been replaced by ‘Mumbai Taj attacks’ , IT professionals in distant Chicago were spending more time on bench than in front of computer, first impact of world economy down turn was coming and repercussions were felt in Haldwani as well.
Bhagwan lal mulled over deeply, he had made up his mind to dispose off the poultry farm initially he had thought he can part away with few man and still run the farm but thought better of it , farm which used to be remote location when he moved here in 80s was now in thick of city, he had been approached by few Delhi builders already but he had few more aces up his sleeve, he smiled to himself..satisfied than he noticed Pushpi the Tharu girl (tribals in Terial belt) she reminded him of Padma…ah Padma that milky body he got familiar stirring between his legs, he rushed as Pushpi was cleaning the poultry sheds her ample cleavage almost falling out,Bhagwam smacked his lips urge was coming he needed an outlet and so early in morning there was no one to be seen about, Pushpi saw lala panting and smiled coyly at him.
Rakesh was trembling..even in senseless drunken sleep of night before he could see Parvati come to him riding on white horse wearing red Saree..same Saree he had gifted to her..how happy he had been after coming to Haldwani from Sirhind Parvati had welcomed him with open arms ..those were the most blissful days of his life which seemed meaningful and than things went haywire Parvati died..he had been wallowing in the misery ever since, Saree biz fell wayback, to make ends meet Rakesh joined local ‘ Pearl poultry farm’, marriage happened same year but after enduring Rakesh’s drunken punches for 10 years his wife had gone from his life.Rakesh tore away the pouch of ‘Haldwani Queen’.
Ballu’s son fell off from the bed, Ballu woke up with start he saw Dimpu crying and than out of corner of eyes noticed the movement from the window he could see movement in the shed, dawn was just breaking out, he went closer to window and….sucks! spat out the bile, old Lala was upto his tricks his latest fancy was that Tharu girl.It had been 10 years and Ballu had been watching the lusty behavior of Bhagwan lal “ why should i care ’’ he thought, early dawn made him think Of Chandigarh days it was always KharagBahadur who was prodding him to wake up…Kharag yes! Where he would be these days.
Bhagwan lal mulled over deeply, he had made up his mind to dispose off the poultry farm initially he had thought he can part away with few man and still run the farm but thought better of it , farm which used to be remote location when he moved here in 80s was now in thick of city, he had been approached by few Delhi builders already but he had few more aces up his sleeve, he smiled to himself..satisfied than he noticed Pushpi the Tharu girl (tribals in Terial belt) she reminded him of Padma…ah Padma that milky body he got familiar stirring between his legs, he rushed as Pushpi was cleaning the poultry sheds her ample cleavage almost falling out,Bhagwam smacked his lips urge was coming he needed an outlet and so early in morning there was no one to be seen about, Pushpi saw lala panting and smiled coyly at him.
Rakesh was trembling..even in senseless drunken sleep of night before he could see Parvati come to him riding on white horse wearing red Saree..same Saree he had gifted to her..how happy he had been after coming to Haldwani from Sirhind Parvati had welcomed him with open arms ..those were the most blissful days of his life which seemed meaningful and than things went haywire Parvati died..he had been wallowing in the misery ever since, Saree biz fell wayback, to make ends meet Rakesh joined local ‘ Pearl poultry farm’, marriage happened same year but after enduring Rakesh’s drunken punches for 10 years his wife had gone from his life.Rakesh tore away the pouch of ‘Haldwani Queen’.
Ballu’s son fell off from the bed, Ballu woke up with start he saw Dimpu crying and than out of corner of eyes noticed the movement from the window he could see movement in the shed, dawn was just breaking out, he went closer to window and….sucks! spat out the bile, old Lala was upto his tricks his latest fancy was that Tharu girl.It had been 10 years and Ballu had been watching the lusty behavior of Bhagwan lal “ why should i care ’’ he thought, early dawn made him think Of Chandigarh days it was always KharagBahadur who was prodding him to wake up…Kharag yes! Where he would be these days.
(Purely a work of fiction any resemblance to persons living or dead is incidental)
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