Friday, January 21, 2022

Ma & Koderma

 To Rahul.. nephew...

Great to hear from you again on such a stirring note close to heart... Just now chatted with Nayonmoni.. She spent her childhood in koderma... NanaJi was Divisional Mining Engineer, he was BSc and AMIE(Associate Member of Institute of Engineers India), he used to inspect many a mine there... Nayonmoni (Ma) lived in a quaint Bungalow perched on a hillock with wild animals abound...Watson and Miller sahibs were Nanajis hunting associates.. Maneater Tiger used to abound there.. Ma informed me that often she went on horseback to school.. She observed forest fires too like a ring of lamps in the night...she also had a cub as a pet only until it grew ferocious... The strong smell of Mahua trees and Saal leaves, quaint bungalow and lots of books to read... no wonder her reading and writing habits were strong..which is passed on.. At her ripe age, her crystal clear description even today transported me to the thick jungles of Koderma... 👏👏🙏🙏

Friday, January 14, 2022

....The Dharwar Craton & a friend....

 ....the discussion with Dr L P Singh , Dy DG GSI was inevitable on my friday holiday , firstly he being a long lost bosom frnd whom I met after 3 decades this Oct2021 & my recently concluded visit to Rockland Hampi & the Tunghabhadra basin...the discussion on Dharwar craton as  this Geological area is so termed was animated...whn u talk to bosom frnds of Intermediate class of science era 80-82 of Science college Patna,. its a great feel...who else wud  have been best  suited  than  my dear friend ,holding a high post in GSI....the 1980-82 era & 2021- 2022 is a yawning 40 yrs , but did we change at all in terms of camaraderie....no ....not a wee  bit ....as he educated  me about the heritage site rockland , I felt satiated , as we are well versed with each other's hearts delight....to find a dear frnd of formative years is God's blessing...!!!


Sunday, January 2, 2022

THE HEART OF INDIA.....

.HAMPI....The Heart of INDIA...

..The NEW YEAR wishes are there for all ...as the Heart throbs in a remote heritage township of HAMPI in the Bellary district of Karnataka state...the land of RAMAYANA KISHKINDA...the kingdom of SUGREEWA the Monkey God king & birth place of Lord Hanumana at Anjanadri hills, with RamCharanPaduka at Chintamani overlooking the picterusque Tunghabhadra, whose course is breathtaking ,meandering its way through the mighty granite hillocks,well etching up a history of a mighty HINDU KINGDOM OF VIJAYNAGARA of 14th to 17th century AD.

Every square inch is heritage here , a UNESCO World Heritage Site ,as I am bewildered,  & truly overwhelmed, as site after site unfolds the magnificient saga of Vijaynagar Kingdom controlling the peninsula at the zenith of its glory...pillaged ,ransacked , desecrated ,a telltale evidence of a mighty city & kingdom at par with Roma of its time ...the bazars  still dotting  the  landscape juxtaposed to a temple complex  of Virupaksha , Vittala , Krishna , the Temples at the epicentre of worldly life of those times...the splendour and grandeur of a city sprawling in huge sq kilometers dotted  & protected with monolithic boulders and a rich fertile vale and a gushing mighty  river  Tunghabhadra sustaining  the kingdom...as I touch & feel & witness the mighty boulders drifting in a Coracle, with family, with Surya, the oarsman, singing paens of folklore of its people ,their kingdom ...steeped in Ramayana the Hazara Rama Complex with black granite collonade  in  the  sanctum electrified  our  day...the mythology  since  ingrained  from  childhood fast churning  us into


a  spin ...how  real  it could  be  &  how  evolved  we  had   been  600  yrs ago ..as  Kings  after Kings extended  their  firm  belief in extensions  of mythological  structures saluting the spirits and belief of its citizenry, during  their  respective  reigns  ...the  walls  representing  truly  the  heart  of  India ...!!!! Its as if  India is breathing  thru  its  rock  solid  walls  withstanding  the  ravages  of  time  ....

As,hordes of people throng the sites ,both urbane & the rural alike ,raising the heat & dust ,I can see the peace in their eyes of a direct connect to their rich heritage & culture...Glad I am here with family , my faith & trust in my ancestory well reinforced ,rediscovering & reveling in these revelations truly  a proud moment of our lives.....Long Live my Homeland ....!!! 










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Tuesday, December 28, 2021

.....the roller coaster ride of the current year since its inception is drawing to a close ...gradually getting out of the Pandemic shadow to a new Normal norm...the year saw business  limping back to normalcy and new equations being forged .....in that ,the Country did well when it came to tourist footfalls for the year  , whose target was met a week back...not a bad job at all , as  Tourism is the mainstay for this tiny  nation , and all business revolve around its well being ...its a common sight now of citizens of varied nationality on a day visit to the capital island from respective resorts ...the normalcy despite new variants of the virus is surely comforting ...we have to live with the scare for sometime as the Medical world is struggling for a breakthrough ......

The NEW YEAR should be ushered  in  with Prayers on our lips ....ITS TIME TO THANK EACH AND EVERYONE of our  friends ,colleagues for keeping their chin up . and  keeping the show running ....GOD Bless , GOD be with .....
 

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

...The New Grass....

 ....New grass  is  being  laid  in the  Republic Square ...done  at  breakneck speed ....a turf implanted & now watered regularly : the late evening OPD walkback home besides this newly laid carpet of green....the  chalky coral silica  now  nearly replaced ....20feet yonder is the  sea , azure green , the reef  visible, as many a boat  and its mooring visible ....sea & more sea  al around....

Gud, tht the grass shud grow , as the bare chalk was a sore in the  heart of  the Capital , the pigeons ruling  the roost  .....now there will be a green top , the deep blu and the robust flagstaff holding the nation's standard....

Must slow down is the mantra , as discernible are trifles to soothen ur ruffled feathers ...the leisurely  walk past these & a rocking chair at home ....the "for granted" ,hitherto neglected , need to be attended , the time for a token thanks.... the  recipe now for all trifle attention.....the  speed a casualty , duly buried & its swan song.....


Sunday, November 21, 2021

Obituary that never was ......


.....Maimed.....Pained....the post an Orphan , as Bhal was invariably ,an early bird to check this  post , his comments  read  with  due  diligence  .....such  was  the  practice  in the  last few years ....& now until May onwards  the  posts went abegging  for  want  of  his  valuable  comments....as my flow was  a trickle  ,  yet  his  absence ,bothered  me ....the  unkindest  cut :as His B'Day wishes poured  in  the  group , the "Miss You",hit me hard , as I enquired from Javed , & my fears were confirmed....that  he  was  sick , returned  back to India from Sharjah ,where  he  was  posted as an ENT Surgeon , capitulating  to  the terminal illness , in his  prime  & at  the  peak of  his  career....

Dr Bhal chandra Jha , my early memories  go  back  to  1985 @Boys Old Hostel of Patna Medical college , bright & Witty sporting a thick mustache, sporting a Pyjama & Vest  , he was  the  quintessential brite 'Vidhayarthi ', the Netarhat look well besmirched  on  his  forehead , the Hindi was razor sharp , witty , satirical , with often dual connotations ,easily beating the hell out of his adversaries ,whoever crossed swords  with  him ,jokingly, in a way his command over  the  vernacular  was apparently  visible  whenever  you  happened  to  converse  with  him ....in  that  , even  after  a  long  hiatus  of  our  separation  to  different  walks  , the  reunion over  the  electronic  media , unmissable  touch  of  his  flair  over  the  language was felt and revisited ....

As we wrote & exchanged prolifically , I came very  close  to  him ....with 'Budho' his  Character , the  rustic setting of his writings,set   me back to  my  roots of my  village ,town....Only  an Expat can feel  the  pain  of another as  both  of  us  felt the  same , complementing  ourselves  with  our writings , as  we  missed  Homeland.....our  family  & friends , countrymen....

As we met , after  a  period of  long long  years ,in a different  setting altogether of  an established: establishment  of  our  professional self, both of us  in  foreign  lands , the  distant  homeland ,  we had to strike a chord of similarity ,of a  predicament  of rootlessness , yet united  by  our commonality , hence 'Budho '  appealed in no  uncertain terms, as  it  was  common  platform ....truly  cherish  those  days ,when we shared  our feelings  thru numerous  posts ..

...As my "Heart of Punjab" went abegging for want  of his comments , now there will be a permanent  void , coming  to terms  won't be  easy .....as the  images  are  too strong , the  Boys Old hostel , the cool rooms & Bhalchandra in his inimitable style .....Rest in Peace my dear friend ....!!!! 

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

9th November & Ma....

 The  recent  trip  to  Homeland  was  equivalent  to  5  such  trips  as in  a  short  time span,  we packed  enough  agenda  & concluded  in  a whirlwind  fashion  ,  with  a  deep  sense  of  satisfaction,  as  we  were able  to  break  the  shackles  which  we  had  for  past  2  yrs  owing  to  the  Pandemic .

Meeting  family  friends  was  the  icing  on   the  cake of  a  Long pending pilgrimage  to  notable  shrines  of India  , : Sri  Mata vaishno Devi , Katra in J & K  &  The Golden Temple  in  Amritsar .

The  Trek in  the Himalayas  was arduous  ,  long  &  God  helped  us  make  it  ....the  Children rose  upto  the  occasion  , equal  to  us in  our  efforts  ....

Glad  , I  stepped into  the  shoes  of  my  ancestors  ,  who  had  made  treks  to  various  shrines  in  India  , including  my parents  ....The  Heart  of  India  throbs  in its  shrines  of  all  faith  scattered  through out  the  nation ....

Wee hours  of  the  day  Spoke  to  MA , received  Blessings  of  a Continuity of  a Life of  whom I owe  one hundred  percent  to  my  Parents  , as its  9th  Nov . Her razor  sharp  voice , effusing  on the  ether of  a prayer  of  My  wellbeing  as always....Somethings  don't change  ,  somethings  will  never, well etched  in  Heart .....

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