Ankoor, ahead of times but we lagged behind

Though we have learnt to live with the reality, however, harsh it may be, we do remember you very much and every day. In every nook and corner of Patna, Ranchi, Sikkim & Delhi you frequented, accompanied or shared moments with everyone. We make it a point not to miss A Block, Nivedita Kunj, the place of your painful departure between 4.30 to 5.00 pm on 22nd May, 2011. By this time, had you been alive, you would have seen 24th Spring of your life.

When we met a few Law Centre Interns in Nov. 2012 and very recently, amidst those bright and promising boys and girls, we saw you………for a moment and you disappeared. On some occasions you have figured in dreams. Last time was on 1st or 2nd May. As you knew, relationship of dream sequence both to animate and inanimate world cannot and should not be undermined. No wonder, Raj Kapur made it immortal and memorable.

On the personal front, you were quiet, helpful and non-demanding. You would strike a chord with anyone. Wherever you are, be happy, kind and considerate as you were. Perhaps this world was not meant for you or we could not make you comfortable. We could not look after you. In one of your poems, incidentally, you described this world as weird, dreadful and revengeful.

We had been to Ideal Nursery School, Mangan and Holy Cross, Gangtok where from you began and finished school education respectively. Saw also Sanskriti School where you spent four valuable years, including two interfaces with nature, so dear to you. Your actual first school- Rai School was also visited. None of us, however, could make it to S.B.S College or Venky, which fine-tuned your potentials and was pleased to give you the title of “Mr. Political Science”. Our sincere apologies. Nevertheless, we are in regular touch with Hemant, Raj & Priyanka, the Trio, who spared no efforts to trace you till the last moment. They give us regular company. Addy, the kinder-garden boy of yesteryears, dear Rashmi Mami’s loving kid, your cousin and childhood trusted friend has grown up to join one of the elite colleges of North Campus.

Though we have met Deb only twice, no success has been achieved in case of Net Ram. He was extra nice & caring when we made it to the Law Centre of D.U. last. Deb is engrossed in his absorbing job upon completing a journalism course. It would be impossible to forget 13th/14th May 2011 when being sick and depressed, you reluctantly had lunch with him, took rest in your bedroom together and cried vociferously when he decided to leave. We dropped him at a convenient point on an extremely hot day to enable him to reach his Dwarka home. You kept staring at him and shook hand only after being advised. Loving remembrances of not too distant past resurfaced, when your close college buddies came home a month ago.

Oh yes, with the help of Deepak Bhaiya once I was able to see several messages on Facebook for you and responded to some of them. This resulted into our meeting Mr. & Mrs. Ghosh, Debbrat’s parents. He was so pally, brilliant and affectionate. Some people still wish you a happy birthday through email. This includes Miss Sara Freder and Pandit Punarvasu, the noted astrological experts. I recall your late but avid interest in astrology. But for you, I would not have learnt computer or figured on the Net.

Weather wise, Delhi has faced one of the coldest winters in 44 years. 2nd January 2013 can not be forgotten for the misery it gave. In the same way, the summer which began late, is simply severe. Reference to weather reminds us of the inconvenience faced by you when we shifted from Gangtok in August 2007 and subsequently to two quarters within this vibrant, inspiring, yet heartless city. Going all the way in the blistering heat to your first college and being denied an opportunity to attend even one class a week, sometimes, was extremely painful and frustrating (Bus stop at UK High Commission on Shanti Path everyday takes one down the memory lane). We could read your face, yet were helpless. With your discipline, dedication and determination, you overcame most of the hurdles one by one, to slump again……………in May, 2011.

Perusal of your notes and books highlights your hard work, helpful attitude towards friends and being enticed by the dual charms of poetry and prose. Your sketches and paintings as a kid, how can one forget? Your ‘night scene’ got you a prize in Class II and your first and last glass painting also received an award in Sanskriti. We have cherished memories of your active participation in exhibitions, outdoor events, cultural programmes and top honours for excelling in Social Studies throughout School. An award photo with a former Cabinet Secretary we had to hide as per your wish. Raza Uncle and Ghosh Auntie were generous enough to get some of your stories and poems published.

A feature too was written on you when you had not even passed Class VIIIth. They wrote and we quote, “a self satisfied loner…….….he has boarded a train to the fascinating journey of creative writing”.Unquote. Soon after your untimely demise, Today’s Traveller and Indian Dominion have published your “Nature, the human” and “Violence, Tolerance & Innocence” poems respectively. They have not only published. They have honored us by putting you on the last page. Your following expressions at a tender age will always be relevant:

SECULARISM FELL PREY TO THE EVIL FORCES OF FANATICISM

LAND OF PEACE HAS BEEN BROKEN INTO PIECES

RIOTS WERE REGIONAL BUT THEIR EFFECT WAS NATIONAL

GOD IS ONE BUT PEOPLE LACK ONENESS

After Sachida Mama, Amma, Naren Mama, his daughter, Ballu Chacha, Rita Bua, Nani, one more person - Dhiraj Bhaiya too have left this materialistic world to join you in less than two years. Among my friends in this unfortunate league are Fr. Benny, Sahir and Paitandy. I learnt about Sahir Uncle”s pre-mature expiry on 30th December, 2012 from Masha, his little daughter. He was struggling with Dialysis for over three years. Like Jayanthi Auntie, Haider Uncle & Prof. Thakur, he would always encourage your writing, thoughts and communication skills.

One summer evening in 2006 when I was returning from Chopta Valley, North Sikkim, Sahir uncle had informed us that you had figured in the famous column of Khushwant Singh. When I spoke to him on reaching Gangtok, he could not pinpoint the exact week or month. I searched here, there and everywhere. Finally, managed to flick through Hindustan Times of four months in the house of Prof. V.P. Sharan at Ranchi but could not taste success. It will always remain a mystery now that both of you are residing in an alien world, much against your wishes. In the same way, your unfinished detective novel will continue to elude us.

Like Sahir uncle, Paitandy uncle too was fond of you and would admire you as a person and a budding writer. You were very much a part and parcel of the discussions, rather, discourses by him when he would visit us or vice-versa. I shared some of my thoughts, disagreements and late evening exchanges in North Block with his younger daughter and his wife when we offered our condolences to them in the evening of 2nd February.

Towards the end, a frank if not emotionally charged question- Is your world “beautiful, delightful and graceful” as you had imagined/thought it to be in one of your poems? Since it has a philosophical tinge, it should not hurt nor it may be necessary to answer. As per Hindu philosophy, you may have taken a re-birth and……………....

We do not know how to close, how to wind up, as we feel like writing something of substance, if not substantial on your second death anniversary. It is difficult to sign off. But the journey, here or there has to go on. Both, in times of joys and sorrows. Life has to flow and carry forward like a river. With this understanding, we withdraw and disconnect. As you watch us from the other world, please accept our homage and be pleased to bless all assembled here.

 

Affectionately yours,

Mummy & Papa

DRUG DEMAND REDUCTION STRATEGIES: NEED FOR A FRESH LOOK

Drug addiction is a grim psycho-social medical malaise. It has made life of millions miserable in all nooks and corners of the world. Having shown its evil tentacles in many states of the country, it has made its unfortunate mark in small and beautiful Sikkim.

If the scene at a private de-addiction centre in South Sikkim is any indication, affected and unfortunate women look dejected, quiet and submissive, while men appear healthy and active. While women pick up the bad habit from the peers in school and neighbourhood, men take to it in course of driving or being engaged in various facets of taxi business along the border towns. The menace is spreading fast owing to well co-ordinated trafficking network as also availability of easy money and loosening of parental control.  It is not only the habit, how strong is the rule of law, that also needs to be looked into and addressed.

INITIAL STUDIES

Essentially it is a reflection of deviant behavior of teenagers and youth. While Talcot Parsons, the American Sociologist spelt out conformity towards the peer group, antagonism towards elders and having unusual idols as characteristic features of American youth, R.K Merton has described functions, dys-functions and non-functions to explain the phenomena. The addicts, obviously fall in last two categories. Experience has shown that drug addiction, alcoholism, suicide, prostitution and similar deviant acts, are inter-related.

Global  Context

The Substance Abuse Programme began in USA in 1970. A war was declared on drugs due to prevailing circumstances. Sincere efforts of the then First Lady Nancy Reagan paid rich dividends. By 1982, ‘Say no to drugs’ slogan was coined.  In December 1987, the UN General Assembly decided to observe 26^th June every year as International Day Against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking.

What Ignited The Fire ?

If they could do it in USA or other parts of country, why not in the manageable state of Sikkim, this became the thinking and planning point. As a matter of fact, those addicted, caretakers, former addicts as also family members already sensitized will have to be educated and made more aware in better ways about the impending dangers than before. Also changes need to be carried out in existing practices and policies.

How the Habit develops ?    

Interactions have revealed that it is the urge to ‘taste’ which makes the beginning, followed by a desire to experience for pleasure. Thereafter, experiments follow with all kinds of stuff, smoking and injecting.  Having over dose of medicines and injections without any confirmed sickness and bereft of doctor’s prescription are also witnessed. Impacts of such a state are in form of- changing sleep pattern, absenteeism , unexplained need for money, mood swings, changing friends, borrowing from peers, inculcation of stealing habits, use of code words, mental disturbance, stealing of cash, cell phones, indulgence in petty crimes, suicide etc.

Prevalent unauthorized Drugs

An analysis of seizures has shown the usage of following  drugs:  Spasmo Proxyvon (SP),Nitrosun-10,Recodex, Phencydyle  and Corex .In addition, a number of other articles of daily use are also resorted to, to provide a ‘kick’. Needless to say, these find origins in West Bengal, neighboring states, Nepal etc.

Why Is It Happening ?

Reasons, perhaps could be: old joint family norms getting disintegrated ,reduction in parental love and care in the event of both  parents being employed, decline of age old, primordial, religious and moral values, demonstration effect and taking recourse to drugs to escape hard realities of life is considered EASY.  

Objective

To minimise the use of  drugs in Sikkim society, as having an objective to make it completely drug- free will be a misnomer and impractical. Constraints, however, could be on account of elopement beginning early, liberal society, hollow economy  having low saving instinct, non-prevalence of Dowry system  and Income Tax free regime .

Dismal Scenario Demands:

A comprehensive strategy involving specific programmes and steps to bring about an overall reduction in use of drugs to be evolved by the Government  in close cooperation  with the NGO’s, schools and Panchayats. Immediate initiatives will have to be supplemented by regular and traditional measures, such as, education, counseling, treatment and rehabilitation

Need for changes in practices and policy:

Changes, recommended are not easy, as people at large are used to a lax, lethargic & non-responsive system. AND that any kind of change that asks for extra and sincere work & possibly hit the vested interests monetarily, is bound to be resisted.

Immediate taking of following steps is not only feasible and desirable but also necessary:

• sharing expertise, guidance & support of Government of India Ministries & Institutions,
• sustained vigil at check- posts and within the Districts, reward for whistle blowers and timely arrest and fitting punishment to the street peddlers,
• photography of offenders in “act”,
• regular awareness programmes involving teenagers, drivers and govt. employees to focus on using positive energy for good things in life,
• monthly ICDS meetings with mothers to include tips on harmful effects of drugs, values of moral education, Maya, Mamta & Sanskar (MMS),
• maintenance of inventory of major, dormant & suspected drug traffickers in cooperation with West Bengal and Nepal Police,
• orientation programmes in major schools and colleges on a quarterly basis,
• speeding up the process of setting up State Forensic Science Laboratory,
• build up a cadre of motivational counselors,
• modern treatment facility  for drug users at Central Referral Hospital and District Hospitals,
• development of Drug Abuse Monitoring System,
• immediate adoption of harm reduction measures and
• rehabilitation & social re-integration of recovered addicts with the help of NGO’s and  vibrant Panchayats.

IN THE NAME OF CIVIL SERVICES

        

      It is said, better late than never.  At a time when three wings of armed forces, couple of Central paramilitary forces and police were observing their “days”, followed by “nights”, the top most civil services were bereft of having such an opportunity to mingle if not to show off.  As late as April, 2006 it was decided to observe a Civil Services Day by way of a conglomeration of all the civil services, including All India Services.

      Though, it appears to have become a regular feature with the Prime Minister as the centre piece or the focal point, it also goes without saying that it is by and large, a low key affair.  Some of the civil servants posted in country’s capital or in far flung areas still are not aware of it. A few tend to skip it as well.

      Since the show has begun, it must go on, presumably, with additions, alterations and improvements.  One of the cardinal features is the award to deserving officers, other being display of books by the writer minded officers (in this age of net, least number can be expected to pen down their thoughts & experiences), apart from the usual ritual of going down the memory lane or surmising for future. After all, the three All India Services, supposedly have the onerous task of integrating the fast “differing” country in the age of successful coalitions, even when we take pride in unity in diversity.

      Recently(21^st April), I had the privilege to attend it for the second time after a lapse of four years.  On the last occasion, not only one received an advance intimation but one was also in a position to display one of my books (a coffee table book).  On the contrary, for the last edition, one had to “manage” an invite from the typical secretariat-minded officials.

      Politicians who speak on such occasions, are not expected to speak out their heart about the intricacies of the so called steel frame, yet most of them are tolerable. The serving and the retired brethren, on the contrary, expect you to follow something or give some prescriptions which they may not have followed themselves in their “illustrious” days.  Most of such panelists are opportunists and in their hey days, despite displaying their vocal, writing and patience skills, they knew which side of the slice to butter.

      The same people speak of crisis of confidence, officers becoming prisoners of their own rules, need for hard thinking in addition to hard work, prevalence of mis-trust and credibility on the one hand and mis-trust and suspicion on the other, being fair and independent in taking decisions, accountability for performance, need for re-orienting oneself and what not.  It was interesting to know that in the changed system of ACR, 90% are rated as outstanding, thus defeating the very purpose, apart from posing fresh problems for the authorities.  It was also gratifying to hear some comments on the unfair system of empanelment and giving less than expected attention to going through one’s service records seriously.

      Officers of sufficient seniority in the audience (many were deprived of seats 15 minutes ahead of start) could understand if not comprehend fully but gulping down such thoughts and sermons on the part of hundred odd probationers of different civil services would be, perhaps, a hard proposition. 

      Hardly anybody threw light on rapid or unabated rise in corruption, need to control population or the justification to post senior officers in non-viable and newly carved out small states or for that matter, in remote and non-descript locations of bigger entities of a federation or the nation in making that India is.  Also, why a large number of us flock together to the national capital, did not invite anybody’s scant attention.

      One of the impressive speakers from the other side of the spectrum wants us to keep our dreams alive in view of our capabilities.  A counter question, based on present dismal if not pessimistic scenario could be-only salary and hardly any perks will not make a difference.  There has to be a proper and congenial atmosphere, where sincerity, honesty and hard work is respected if not always taken note of and the corrupt, inefficient and yes men are clearly identified, if not punished always.  

      There is a plethora of intelligent and capable officers, men of calibre, vision, knowledge and character but they are unable to make a dent more on account of lack of support from the colleagues rather than the political masters.  It leads to gloom and despair if not complete pessimism.  Inner strength and capacity for patient endurance of a few under the circumstances is commendable.  They carry on with the management of men, material and money. 

      The saga that emanated from the ICS days more than a century ago-  slow movement of files and minutes, goes on perpetually from one officer to another, department to department and from ministry to ministry.  After all, civil service was one of the invaluable gifts of the British rule according to Sri N.A. Palkhivala, the legal luminary. Others were unity and integrity of nation, English language, civil & criminal laws, administrative structure and apolitical armed forces.  How long one has to remember it or refer to it? 

        It is high time, we got rid of our whims and fancies and begin arresting the process of  degeneration of character and conscience OR shall we continue compromising with the dictum ‘show me the person, I will show you the rule’ ? 

            

THE DECCAN TALE

The historical city of Nagpur located in Satpuda mountainous region saw the birth of RSS in 1925. Presently, the hinterland of Nitin Gadkari, former BJP supremo, it is the winter capital of Maharashtra having the needed infrastructure, viz, CM residence, Assembly, Minister Cottages, High Court, RBI etc. It also houses National Fire Service College, a famous institution of the British Era.

 Talking of British, many buildings not only look colonial, they have been also kept in a commendable shape. Restriction on high rise culture, large lawns and backyards appear to be the redeeming features in this part of Deccan. The noticeable architectural masterpieces are: Assembly, GPO, Commissioner’s Office and Zila Parishad. An attempt has been made to give old, Gothic touch to the High Court building (too massive a structure to cater to 12 Judges) but something is amiss somewhere.

The Zero Point of India situated in the vicinity of Assembly has a non-descript pillar having four miniature horses in stone on the one side. An inscription shows that Hyderabad is 585 kms away. The semi circular green spot is hopelessly small for such an important landmark. One wishes, the State authorities will make it bigger by acquiring nearby private structures and subsequently highlight it in the tourist map. Close by is another important spot where 113 farmers agitating for ST status had died in a pandemonium in 1993.

The Deeksha Bhumi, where Dr. B.R. Ambedkar converted to Buddhism on 14/10/1956, has a replica of the Stupa and typical gates of Sanchi. Also having a Bodhi Peepal Tree, this structure is much bigger than the original. But one supposes, surroundings can be spruced up. A large round hall on the first floor was avoidable. Owing to it, the visitor is not in a position to have a full view of the round ceiling as in other monuments. It also prevents meditation. One should not defy the basics of architectural rationality. 

Coming to water bodies, appreciable steps seem to have been taken in cleaning and making a sort of joy cum picnic spot on the one side of vast Futala Talab. It may be giving breathing space to otherwise dense city. It was pleasing to see Swans and Ducks competing with boats full of youngsters and young couples. Bollywood music was all pervading.  

The city has wide, well maintained roads, divided by many squares, notable being, Ahinsa, Rajarani, AIR and GPO. Walkers, joggers, cyclists, all are seen in solos or pairs in the morning when the streets are being swept well. Who does not wish to lead a healthy and happy life? One does not see any road rage anywhere. Garbage management and social forestry seem to be the order of the day. The weather appears very pleasant between 7.30 to 9.30 am. after being slightly cold, previous night. It is nice to see some individuals practicing Pranayam in the busy areas. It is equally encouraging to watch young girls and women using scooties and four wheelers rather than depending on their men folk. Meeting Ashok Deshbhratar, an unassuming civil service aspirant and Dr.Anand (reportedly MA in 19 subjects),head of a coaching institute, were memorable pleasures.

Ravi Bhawan, the epicenter of our official activities is buzzing with activity from 7.30 am onwards. It is a huge area having 25 ministerial cottages, accommodations, committee rooms, dining halls etc. Regional history and culture depicted in Marathi along the corridor is a masterpiece. Late Pandit Ravi Shankar Shukla, the former CM of MP is reported to have owned this vast estate. His ancestral property is reportedly located close by. The new complex is rightly named after him.

Coming to the residents of Nagpur or for that matter, Vidarbha region, they are conspicuous by their Gandhi caps, nine yard Marathi Saris, umbrellas and high level of awareness. Fond of spicy and chilly dominating food, they look simple and well behaved compared to the Delhi-ites. Politicians and officers put together formed a bunch of criminals, candidly opined Dr.P G Dande.    

No description of Nagpur is complete without throwing light on its large sized and juicy oranges. Apart from standing apart, they are also available throughout the year. Another popular product is the Orange Burfi, made famous by Haldiram. When tasted, both reflect a certain class.

Carrying sweet memories of barely 24 hour sojourn at the Orange City, one lands late in the evening at the land of dreams. The Air India flight bereft of a dinner offering, is best forgotten. A relatively short journey became a bit long, for no rhyme or reason. After an interval of three and a half years, while the interiors of the airport look more spacious, the approach road outside still has to be widened and improved. Like in September 2009, one drives through a couple of flyovers and Worli Sea Link (6 km. plus long).It is a marvelous experience apart from enabling one to save valuable time.

The Palm Beach Road, a 13 km sea front sandwiched between mangroves and plush sky scrapers, on the other side, has now taken shape. It would prompt the people of the area not to throng Marine Drive for a view of exotic birds or relaxation. The road, cars and concrete towers, all dazzle. They look stunning. I am reminded of having availed of a few photographic opportunities with Ankoor in 2009. One wishes that equal degree of cooperation is extended for the up keep by the citizens and the authorities. The erstwhile anti-social elements active in the area will also have to be eliminated.

Munna, the cute, young driver proudly shows many sky scrappers, till recently deserted. He does not forget to mention the rent or the cost involved. One gathers that land is more costly than gold in this part of the country. Soon we see the highest (110 storied) building, under construction, from a distance. Reportedly, each flat therein was going to cost Rs. 30 crores. Ignoring the night crowd of the Chaupatty beach, I take a de-tour to pick up an essential medicine from a famous Mumbai Hospital at Chruchgate. By the time one checks into Hotel Marine Plaza at Marine Drive, it is well past 11.30 p.m. Delhi-ites might be snoring by now but for the Mumbaikars, night still looks starry in the land of stars. 

One admires the ravishing beauty of Queens Necklace from the large window, even if the sky looks blurred. The Arabian Sea is vast and infinite. One is once again reminded of my visit here with family almost at the same time in September 2009. Failure, rather reluctance to avail of a Victoria ride is still fresh.  The call or the awakening from the stomach, in the meanwhile has to be responded to with the leftover of the dinner packet affectionately given by Suresh Pendam, my ever smiling L.O. at Nagpur. I complete the formality, sitting in the adjacent small office room. The food/club sandwich promised by the hotel did not come till mid night. Good, that instead of calling reception, I surf various channels after a gap of two days. Sometimes, it is nice to be ‘away’ from the world.  

After somewhat disturbed sleep, day breaks for me at 6.30 a.m. I was expecting a bright clear day like in North India. But it eludes me for quite some time. I attempt a snap like last night but do not approve of it myself. In view of the fact that the day ahead was going to be hectic, I decide to relax for some more time on extra comfortable bed, even if sleep appears a distant possibility. Finally, I decide to face the semi dark, gloomy and foggy weather at 8.00 a.m. Inspiration comes from the hundreds of morning walkers and joggers. Ocean has not turned blue as yet. The transparent, hexagonal lift of the hotel looks very modern and attractive. Two yanky women are found sleeping to glory in the lounge. After saying good morning to a few friends and braving a bit of morning traffic, I see the following while doing brisk walk along the beach : 

-         Free hand exercises by men and women, young, old alike at the ‘Landsend’, while looking at Sun in a devout way. Enlightened and disciplined folk!

-         Large number of crows seated closely on the embankment. A sight to behold.

-         Plethora of pigeons and other white birds relishing the cool atmosphere of morning.

-         Chunk of people sitting in pairs and groups. Some serious, some whimsical.  Bambaiya style Hindi dominating.

-         Brisk and slow walkers, mostly in shorts, some talking passionately on cells.

-         NRIs strolling with their newborns in prams.

-      Surya Namashkar by ladies even while wearing inconvenient dresses. Some making an effort in Burqa.

-    Individuals in love, huddled together, unmindful and oblivious of passing onlookers. Perhaps determined to show charm and elegance.

-         Some amount of skin show is noticeable. May be, weather is like that. It is never too cold nor too hot. No staring or stalking, whatsoever. 

-         Impromptu rehearsals by budding cinema artists and stunt men.

-         Each was having his/her own agenda and pursuing the same in a manner in a much decent fashion than what one sees or experiences in North.

-         Sight of Orange colored fishing trawlers off and on, completes the vivid picture. 

Subsequent to the morning feel of the metropolis, I have a relaxing bath in the mini tub in the room. A hearty breakfast of predominantly south Indian items follows in the company of Rathod. When I get an inkling of possible delay, three of my colleagues enter the medium sized dining hall. Chaupatty beach is still brimming with activity when we hit the road. We reach our ‘business’ venue at Malabar Hill, ahead of time. It is both rewarding and upsetting, listening about and to the slum-dwellers. As expected, Medha Patkar, the stormy petrel, was spirited, convincing and commanding in highlighting education, health, nutrition and livelihood issues. One had heard that 65% of Mumbai lived in slums but one  was denied a close encounter of this kind. Compared to this face to face interaction, other two items slated for the day were without much meaning and impact. The silver lining of course was an opportunity to meet two of my batch mates and rubbing shoulders with top echelons of state bureaucracy.

The retreat from the city gave some moments of tension due to extremely dense traffic and warming weather. The last minute discovery of flight being international too required one to report ahead of schedule. Instead of getting an hour of relaxation, I was destined to be in vehicle all the time like an average Mumbaikar. To add insult to injury, the battery of my cell showed the signs of being low. Despite approach to international terminal being narrow, dirty and full of constructions, I manage to reach in time.

After check in, a long wait follows. The ‘domestic’ immigration counter looks as crowded and chaotic as of Delhi airport, a couple of years ago. Once you reach the lower hall after security check, it is a different world. Mostly red and orange colors dominate the backdrop of innumerable shops and eateries. Apart from consumer shops, spas and health clubs are also down the corridor, Thai and many other Asian female workers are seen attending to male customers rather openly. It is good to have such facilities keeping in view fatigue part. But they come with an exorbitant cost. Next to duty free shops, the Spice India restaurant steals the show while offering expensive meals (Rs. 299 for B.F. and Rs. 499 for Lunch/Dinner). Additionality of course is the display of all the spices used, presumably for the non-Indians. A ‘must see’ is an auto rickshaw placed in the corner.

Yet again, I find people of this city orderly and well behaved. Things look easy in Mumbai due to ‘Bindas’ nature of city-dwellers and perhaps their being tolerant and law abiding. After thirty minutes, monotony breaks when music blares from one corner. A group of young men and women cracking jokes rush to form a queue behind a bunch of designer Burqa-clad women. They do not forget to cover their T-Shirts/sleeve-less tops with woolens. Afterall, destination Delhi was going to be very cold. The boarding announcement of AI-310 ultimately proves to be the dividing line between the commercial capital and the political one. I am not to be left behind in the fading light of the day.

Confluence of Faith

A jumping Sadhu, another concentrating on Damru while doing Vrikshasana. Still another, ash-smeared, blowing a bugle. A fellow ‘brother’ relishing the smoke of chillum. A Sadhavi deep in meditation, post-dip. Sages throwing water from entangled long hairs, collective jump by the Naga Sadhus at Dawn, men and women offering prayers while standing in knee deep cold water AND the serene, inspiring aarati in the evenings. Where do we see all this? Obviously at Mahakumbh (MK) at Prayag or Allahabad. Though Nasik, Ujjain and Haridwar host Ardha or half Kumbh, every 6 years, yet, the Prayag one is adjudged a magnum opus.

2. The MK which began in early January will see the unbelievable conglomeration of millions. Virtually, a sea of humanity. Of all castes, creed, complexions and races. Millions come to take dips of faith on the eve of Spring. Rituals and superstitions are very much visible and they are there to stay. Solace in exchange of misery and depression is always welcome.

3. It is a great leveler. However important or high one may be, everyone is equal before the almighty. A walk of 3 to 4 kms, braving cold and dust is a must. Bath at Triveni Sangam is considered very auspicious according to the Skand Purana. Same is supposed to clean one’s body and cleanse one’s sins. That is the faith or belief held for millions of years. Flowing water takes away all the ill feelings, all the divisions, sub-divisions and fragmentations. Post-bath, therefore, one is supposed to be in a profound state of mind. One also gets a ‘darshan’ of most of the Gurus & Saints here rather than taking the trouble of visiting them in their Ashrams located in far off places. They come from length and breadth of the vast nation and get identified with their own Akharas, altogether thirteen of them. Riot of color at the confluence of faith is amazing. Pull of Sangam is perplexing.

4. The fair held in 6000 acres area, divided in 14 sectors for 55 days will see many royal dips. First two have been performed on Makar Sankranti (14th January) and Mauni Amavasya (10th February). Latter was to see bath by 3 crore devotees. While doing so, they were expected to observe silence. Such large gatherings are also expected on 15th February on the Basant Panchami Day (3rd and last royal bath), Magh Purnima (25th February) and finally on Shivratri (10th March).

5. The ash – smeared Naga Sadhus decisively dominate the scenario. Mostly they do not wear cloths and have to undergo stringent ‘Tapasya’ for years. For some of them, dip at Sangam is a maiden activity. Otherwise also the congregation cannot proceed further unless Naga Sadhus (most of them partially clad now a days) have jumped in water by creating a loud sound.

6. The Dandi Dhari Sadhus, followers of Adi Sankracharya are also present in large numbers. They wear normal Indian cloths of orange colour. Sporting a beard, they carry a stick (dandi), made compulsory by the Sankracharya. One also sees them inside a cover to be carried in the manner a batsman carries his bat.

7. Coming to the entry and movement style, one gets an impression as if a change is in offing .Most of the seers use tractors or mini trucks in a procession, accompanied by a band, akin to a marriage. Some sages are seen mounted on horse back, some ride a chariot kind of structure, while others are even driving to the confluence point in expensive automobiles, provided liberally by the devotees.

8. The whole activity or the event gets an aesthetic look with the large presence of white Siberian Cranes. Not only they get needed relief in terms of weather, they get the added attention. No wonder they mingle well. Another welcome wind of change is the awareness campaign and discussions by the seers, researchers, activists and film stars on the need to keep Ganga clean. Protection and preservation are very much called for in view of expected adverse impact of the massive bathing activity.

9. For almost two months, the place takes the shape of a city of tents. The tents of various types, including the deluxe heated ones allow the followers to combine their status with spirituality. Following a bath in cold and may be muddy water, bathrooms with modern amenities are made available. A few of them also offer massage therapy to get rid of aches and pains.

10. Management of this sea of humanity or what is considered largest religious fair in the world, is a Herculean task, involving about 15,000 security personnel who are in turn assisted by 30,000 volunteers. 4,000 buses and 260 trains are pressed into service. Apart from encouraging & facilitating elation, jubilation and feeling of salvation, the Mela administration is on its tenterhooks managing its lost and found booth. Despite best efforts, some elders as well as children go astray apart from the loss of valuables of many devotees.

11. The conduct and control mechanism of the fair 12 years ago had been not only widely acclaimed but same had received top most ratings by the specialized firms. It is therefore, shameful and unfortunate that 38 persons, including two at the Sangam area lost their lives in a sudden stampede on 10th February, 2013. The passengers jostling at the infamous platform number 6 inspired the artists to develop bonding to make sketches and paintings. When Kumbh has to be depicted in totality, pain and anguish should not be ignored.

12. While the Mela per se is seen on TV in 100 countries, devotees actually come from more than 40 countries. Watching on TV is interesting, with people shown going one way and reversing from a different way. One does not, however, get a close view or look of the Sangam/actual bathing area. The third of the rivers, the Saraswati, remains as mythical as ever. While the foreigner Sadhus are conspicuous by their presence, too many boats and dense movement over Pontoon bridges become stumbling blocks.

13. At personal level I have not been able to visit Prayag during the Kumbh. One has seen it from a long distance from trains several times. My first trip was in December 1978 as a failed SSB candidate while the second time was in summer of 2003 when we lost Vikrama Chachi at Allahabad. On both occasions one had a feel of fast moving water but for unexplained reasons, no bath could materialize. What I distinctly remember is that colour of two rivers is different. They do not appear to meet visually, rather they follow their own course. May be­­­­­­, actual mingling takes place later. Also the visit to a Lord Hanuman Temple on the beach is vivid in my memory. Never before one had seen the monkey God in a slanting posture.

14. After 12 years, that is in 2025 when the MK will again be held in Allahabad, I will be 66 years old. I would have completed 7 years of superannuation. One does not know whether one will be alive by that time. If alive, whether I would be in a position to see and witness this spectacle. Nothing can be predicted. To prevent and pre-empt anything, I, therefore, thought it proper to scribble these lines in the name of faith and devotion to God. Let us take a solemn pledge to protect Ganga Maiya.

Nainital : Interface With Nature

While braving present extreme winter of Delhi (two days being coldest in 40 years), memories of time spent in Nainital and Mukteshwar in September – end, 2011 prick my mind. There is nothing unusual in attending a training in diverse settings but a village attachment with same is like an icing on a cake. One such opportunity was availed of in Sunderkhal village of Dhari Block. It is 55kms. from Nainital on Bhatelia – Dhanachuli road.

Consciousness about ecology and environment in the village could be measured from the fact that out of 189 hectares, 113 hectares were placed under Van Panchayat and that majority of 1009 villagers were reported involved in community managed forest. The practice of Van Panchayat Samiti had begun way back in October 1932. Extraction of fuel and fodder was taking place as per established norms. Thus, valuable and important varieties of trees were getting conserved with a sustainable bent of mind. The JFM had also played its role in building the capacity of community members and bringing awareness about proper use of forest resources. Interaction with the villagers revealed that three years ago they had also setup a Surveillance Committee to check open defecation and other unhealthy sanitation practices. Inspiration and support came from the CLASS programme initiated by Uttrakhand Academy of Administration.

 As per Panchayat Members, the Committee was regularly testing the quality of water in the existing sources (we saw one or two) and was also keeping a close watch on overall sanitation standards. Open defecation attracted a fine from the Committee. As a result, almost all households had constructed pucca latrines. In addition, the Mahila Jagriti Sangh was maintaining its own truck for transportation of village products to the nearest market. Same was also utilized for carrying patients and accident victims, whenever a need arose. The whole thing reflected tone and tenor of a success story and good partnership between a scheme of the Government and the will and commitment at the cutting edge.

Subsequent to a quick bite and tea with the villagers, we were shown patches of beautiful Pine forest maintained and protected by the community. What a zeal and enthusiasm they displayed in this land of Chipko Movement! The setting was relatively flat with a narrow but unpolluted rivulet flowing in between. It provided a good photo opportunity specially for the couples on the wrong side of fifties. Knowing my skill and inclination, I too was roped in. At personal level, I ventured little bit into the deep forest having discovered some similarity with the road side meadows of Lachen and Yumthang Valleys.

Lush green forest always attracts, mesmerizes and relieves. What a rich growth of Oak, Pine, Deodar and Rhododendrons one saw over the last two days! Somewhere it was virgin and pristine, elsewhere traces of biotic interference were clearly visible. It was encouraging to see prevalence of thick, healthy forest. It is essential for human survival, more so, for those living along the hills. In sum and substance, the Uttarakhand hills appeared more stable and sturdy as compared to young geological formations of the Eastern Himalayas.

Once we hit the road, it was a pleasure to come across attractive hamlets at varying heights. Flowers would refreshen us every how and then. Water appeared scarce as compared to the East. May be, rate of urbanization was swift. Soon the quality of road deteriorates. There was an absence of parapets even at sharp bends. Hardly any sight of mile stones was possible. Low volume of traffic was the only plus point. After an hour and a half of slow and dull drive, we descend to a small township with captivating houses. Though its name is out of mind, simplicity of people and their way of life left an impression during our brief halt.

Following a drive of 5 kms, one touches Bhimtal, a mammoth water body, supposedly quieter and bigger than Naini Lake. One is reminded of a visit to this enchanting place in September – October 1996 in the lovely company of Late Ankoor, who was in 2^nd class at that point of time. We had thoroughly enjoyed our halt and taken some memorable pictures, still kept in an album. The previous evening, we had Teej Puja at Nainital Club (now State Guest House), an occasion when D.T, on complete waterless fast, could not change her dress on account of extreme cold conditions.

Another drive of 6 kms and we are at Naugachia Tal, an extremely huge and picturesque water body, surrounded by serene forest. The first view itself, even in semi-fog conditions was awesome. Local officers convey that the lake derived its name from its nine corners. One was in a photographic spree at the drop of hat. Soon we enter the Lake resort building of Uttarakhand Tourism. Once belonging to the legendary G.B. Pant, it had 12 spacious rooms, a very eye catching reception, a dining room, beautiful verandahs and lawns on three sides, abounding in Arocaria plants. But what it lacks is a proper Drawing Room. One has to manage with the casual sitting arrangement in the verandah after negotiating a long que to the rest room (but natural, after a long drive). The flight of wooden stairs enable one to see more beautiful, well maintained and immaculately polished parts of the villa and view of the lake from two other directions. A couple of snaps taken from the rooms and hexagonal balcony on the first floor were going to be etched in memory. Halt of one and a half hours was rounded off beautifully by a sumptuous buffet lunch in the lawns.

By 17.00 hours, we were in our temporary abode at Nainital Academy. Hectic activity since dawn justified the rest followed by a sleep for almost two hours. The grand finale came in the form of a Cultural Extravaganza organized in the magnificent wooden paneled auditorium. A Woman Assistant Director, dressed all white with a printed Rajasthani Chunni, who anchored the show, did everything professionally. Song and Dance sequences, mostly from Uttarakhand, entertained and appealed to one and all. From the side of participants, Shri Jawahar from Tamil Nadu and Mrs. Devanikar from Maharashtra sang songs in their regional languages. More requests were set aside for want of time. Shri Kalita of Assam led everyone in dancing impromptu from audience. I too joined the spree with Kalita, rather reluctantly, after a long time. It was definitely for the first time since losing Ankoor, four months ago.

Dinner in cold conditions at nearby Heritage Hotel had also its own flavour of ‘warmth’, ethnicity and music. Another two hours passed by in taking snacks, food and not to be forgotten, a fresh bout of dancing and singing. Thanks to Kalita yet again, I attempted singing a duet, ably supported by a synthesizer and a light band. When we called it a day, Joshi was about to finish his intake of brown water. In his true inimitable style, he was seen ordering a late dinner to his room, far away from the madding crowd. The penultimate day at Nainital thus came to an end.     

The Dame in Distress

Damini or Nirbhaya, a self made para-medico daughter of a Loader, who was commendably supporting her studies by doing tuitions, was tortured, dehumanized and ultimately consigned to flames very early on an extremely cold day. Visibility being low during this part of the year is not something unusual in Delhi. But the bone-chilling and freezing conditions on 29/12/12 made the matters worse.

No one got a hint about the exact touch down of the dead body from Singapore and its subsequent arrival at a non-descript location in Sector 19, Dwarka. Thus, 13 days of unimaginable trauma was over for a bubbly girl and the only hope of a struggling family who had just begun her foray in this mystical world. All her sympathizers and well-wishers at Vijay Chowk (12,000 on a day) India Gate & Jantar Mantar were left high and dry. While the largest impromptu public outrage in Delhi was punctured, the Administration had the last laugh.

Primarily, due to her extraordinary strength and determination, she could bear and tolerate assaults of extreme nature, which could easily be included in the category of horrendous crimes requiring exemplary punishment. Even in the I.C.U. she expressed a desire to change her clothes and comb her hair. It was a pity that recording of her statement by a woman SDM reflected an unfortunate bone of contention between the Magistracy and the Police. Alas, her God died young. Her fight and that of her friend and the remarkable resistance against the savage gang rape and aborted attempts to crush them under the bus will have a few parallels. What a grit and confidence they displayed against the brutal forces in the wee hours!

Reportedly, she was to get married within three months but no one had imagined that she will loose her valiant battles in two hospitals so soon despite the best medical treatment and attention. Decision to shift her abroad while she was still on ventilator, itself was not free from controversies.

Till last moment, her name remained undisclosed due to legal restrictions, yet she was fondly addressed and rightly revered. She went on to symbolize the pains and compulsions faced by the women, who, instead of getting protected and respected are silenced and vanquished almost everyday in the nooks and corners of the country. One knows only about a handful, courtesy media, civil society or a few crusaders, who take a vow to bring changes in the over all attitude of the society.

The case, per se, has brought enough shame for the country. At the same time, it exposed our hypocrisy. In the process, a large number of like minded and suffering individuals came together, got a voice and an occasion to unite. Her body is gone forever but her soul lives. Rather, it should live to provide support to the needy, to those who apprehend threats within the four walls as also outside, on a daily basis.

Very few episodes and incidents have united the country in the manner this particular one has, from students to housewives, tiny tots to senior citizens, media persons to writers & artists, politicians to film stars, all were on streets braving inclement weather but voicing concern unequivocally.

On the first day of yet another New Year don’t we, therefore, recite a prayer in her memory and attempt to discover Nirbhaya within ourselves? In sum and substance, she bravely lit a flame which needs to be protected and carried forward.

As a matter of relief if not as a remedy, the unprecedented sexual violence must come to an end and various measures suggested by a cross-section of people need to be considered: enhanced punishment, chemical castration, scaling down VIP security, fast track courts, daily hearing in rape cases, a dedicated helpline in important places, gender sensitivity training for police and Govt. servants, swift action on complaints against policemen, responsible reporting by the media and special session of Parliament. Also, the prevailing attitude towards women in general has to change. On the domestic front, preference on the part of a mother for a male child, has to be given up as quickly as possible.

Many known personalities of the country and abroad wrote and spoke about Damini’s sufferings as long as she was alive. Serious debate over dignity of women also triggered and touching obituaries were attempted after she breathed her last. Notable among them came from the President of India, Home Minister, Leader of Opposition in Lok Sabha, D.Raja, CPI Leader, Mary Kom, Javed Akhtar, Amitabh Bachchan etc.

Summing up with the statement of Ban-ki-Moon, Secretary General of UN, may be appropriate -“violence against women must never be accepted, never excused, never tolerated. Every girl and woman has the right to be respected, valued and protected”

SOCIOLOGY MATTERS

Neither I have the ability nor authority to write about CSSS, but a visit to the Centre on the occasion of 40 years of its ‘birth’ was truly an exercise in walking down the memory lane. Expected curiosity, camaraderie and bonhomie were all pervading. It was a pleasure to see the teachers, scholars, grand old teachers on the one hand and the contemporaries, competitors, seniors, young boys and girls, on the other.  A few of the employees were seen wearing the mantle of photographers, while most of the members of staff, library attendants & chowkidars of 80s were reported superannuated.

Although one did not get a chance to peep into the present brick structure of School of Social Sciences (SSS), its older and much more stable cousin had everything to offer when it came to the old world charm. Not so welcome change was the concrete work in once green courtyard. Flowers were conspicuous by their absence. Toilets for a change, were clean.  The walls, as usual, were full of large and imaginative posters showing the inkling of the students more in international affairs. The alumni hobnobbed in full swing in the corridors of this wing of SSS,prior to being exposed to the introspection of the era gone by. The books and literary works of Jawahar Book Depot of ‘Down Campus’ were not to be missed on such a memorable occasion.

While the adjoining reverse pyramid style building of School of Life Sciences, for a change wore a deserted look, the criss-cross walks all around were humming with activity. The trees, bushes and shrubs planted years ago had become matured. They were giving a green and dense look to the whole scenario. The 11 storied Central Library building over looked the scores of new School buildings like a presiding deity. It was supposed to do so keeping in view the attention it received and the utility it provided in the eighties and nineties. One presumes, it continues to be important for the present generation also rather than inculcating and facilitating Valentine intentions.

 

The Social Sciences Auditorium looked isolated to begin with. It soon got packed to capacity. In true JNU style, things were a bit casual and expected punctuality was amiss.  The programme began with an impressive welcome speech in flawless English by the youngest woman Faculty Member, followed by a very light and informal discourse by Prof. Soproy, VC, JNU, equally frank talk by Prof. Sudha Pai, Rector and not so impressive address by the Dean, Prof. M. Mukherjee. The gist and references made to a couple of old teachers of CSSS were on positive side. It could not be ascertained whether they were genuine or something was being said befitting the occasion. The person who actually left an impression was Prof. Moitrayee Chaudhury, Chairperson, who, I can proudly say, belonged to our tumultuous era (1978-84).

When the main discourse began, the first speaker, Prof. Yogendra Singh was reported to be away to his village and that he had desired to be excused. However, when he appeared through a video clip, he was as usual, very extempore, articulate and pleasing. The journey from Vigyan Bhawan Annexe to the ICWA  and thereafter to the N.A.A. campus (down campus) was very well narrated and the constrains of man power & resources and the challenges involved in designing the course structure were explained eloquently. Among the three Faculty members, only Prof. Oommen (other being Prof. C. Venugopal) the Emeritus Professor of the CSSS, was present in the hall to support, nod and applause. One also learnt that the relatively young discipline of Sociology made slow but certain stride with the addition of three more Faculty members in the year 1973. Further discourse of Prof. Singh tossed around his pioneering work on modernization of Indian tradition and the mix of theory and substance in the curriculum that was subsequently taught to the successive bunch of students.  Professor T.K. Oommen, famous for many of his path breaking works and his recent theorization of national movement, made his points very clear in his usual and candid articulation style. 

Felicitation of the Professors Y. Singh, Oommen, Nirmal Singh, R.K. Jain, K.L. Sharma, C. N. Venugopal and Panini was a touching moment. Most of them were present.  I not only had the privilege of being taught by them but was doubly fortunate to have a word with them. All except Prof. Nirmal Singh could recognize many of us. Prof. Anand Kumar, the towering student leader of the ‘ancient times’ showed true colours with a sense of reverence to all those who deserved.

 While the Cultural Evening on 20^th December left much to be desired despite efforts of the youngsters, the Alumini Dinner provided immense opportunities for emotional connect and rediscovery.  Some friends and new faculty members who could not be contacted earlier were present in full smile and spirits.  Prior to the dinner, it was quite an experience to go through the green as well as upcoming concrete jungle in search of the elusive Faculty Lounge.  The food served in some what swanky room was very delicious but what was more important was being reminded of the old events and sharing of experiences of the present family & vocational responsibilities. From ‘mainliners to marginals’,‘ occupationals to professionals’, D.M.W.(Durkheim, Marx, Weber) to Talcott Parsons to R.K.Merton, Karl Polanyi to Margaret Mead, M.N.Srinivas to Dipankar Gupta, all figured between the bytes of roasted and fried items : Paneer & Chiken Tikka, Mushroom Pakoras, and Finger Chips. The tinned juices were clearly outclassed by the juicy stories and anectodes of the ‘Medieval Times’. 

Prof. Panini, George Mathew, Prof. Paul, Prof. Geeta, Prof. Moitrayee, Babu, Prof. Kiran Grewal, Savita Bhakhry, Maurya, P.K.Biswas, Bhaskar Khaund, S.K. Palit, R.K. Meher and many more dined together and rejoiced as if it was akin to having a grub during the special dinners in Kaveri, Godavari, Periyar or for that matter, Sutlej, Ganga, Jhelum or Brahamputra (Kashiram and Gopal Dhabas not to be forgotten). The predicament, perplexity and perseverance (PPP) on the part of D.T. could be, nevertheless, well understood in such ‘recall’ situations. These may have become monotonous for her after a while. But she has learnt to manage over the years.

All good things come to an end. This dinner was no exception. It got over at 9.30 P.M.  By this time, the campus dazzled like a necklace under the yellow sodium vapour lights (what a contrast from the old era!).The famous night life was gathering momentum. I came close to the main gate, expressing my eternal gratitude to the Centre and the then prevailing atmosphere for what I am today.

‘Sociology Matters’ could be an apt selling proposition for the Centre. It really mattered and still matters for me. It ensured my present bread and butter, apart from being a motivating, guiding and confidence boosting force. 

Surya Namashkar at Mukteshwar

Following an enjoyable roller coaster late afternoon ride from Nainital, it was a welcome wind of change to come across isolated setting of Krishna Resort on the outskirts of the non-descript township of Mukteshwar. Very few families throng the dwelling units situated on either side of approach. Arrival at the beautifully designed porch overlooking a well kept garden is a soothing experience. Upon settling down, one is encouraged to shoot at setting sun in the back drop of fading snowline. A few attempts and one gives up, for quality is the casualty. Clouds too become stumbling blocks. Similar attempt by the youngest officer from Chhattisgarh too results into an exercise in futility. Nevertheless, idea was to maintain enthusiasm. A brisk walk around the complex is the next logical choice.


Interface with the staff over a cup of tasty tea reveals that we are in an extremely nice setting as far as witnessing an early morning glow was concerned. It was but natural that fellow participants indulge more in nature and adventure related issues rather than the scheduled official visits to two nearby villages: Sunkya and Sunderkhal.

Since scenario at dawn was to be observed, experienced and captured, one was up sooner than expected to come across dark night situation around 4.15 a.m. Hope, I was not sleepwalking. Even at this unearthly hour, the beauty of spacious rooms was irresistible. Despite sincere attempts, one could not catch up with sleep. Perhaps, old age had begun knocking.

Suddenly around 5.14 a.m., one hears a voice or two. One feels as if somebody is up and moving towards large terrace to get the first view. To confirm the same, I leave the princely bed at 5.18 a.m., to eventually find that no one except me is at the sprawling terrace. After a quick recee, Shetty is woken up in view of his request prior to dinner. Punetha almost refuses to be disturbed in spite of showing adequate interest on arrival. Deshmukhs and their Maharashtrian brethren sporting thermal ware, jackets and woolen skull caps, however, are ready to have a pleasant date with nature. Dr. Kanan despite his advancing age, too makes his presence felt with his ever smiling life partner.

Within a few moments, some more people join us, a few with spouses in tow, others, all alone. Most of them are armed with latest cameras, while a handful decide to shoot with cell phones. In sum and substance, all are interested, involved and eager. Before the actual ‘ball’ emerges over the horizon, we take shots of pinkish glow over sky, close to China border. The border is not visible as such but one believes so, based on inputs of Dinesh and Himanshu, active and friendly Faculty Members of Nainital Academy. While I concentrate on the point from which sun was to rise, Shetty meticulously captures a peak resembling a Shivling.

The wait finally gets over at 6.02 a.m. The all pervading and powerful, source of all energies, Sun decides to rise. Initially it is a small reddish ball, soon to transform into reddish orange colour. The tip of the ball becomes slightly bigger in no time and the simultaneous light over the four peaks- Trishul, Bandarpoonch, Nanda Devi, and Panchachuli is simply awe inspiring and mesmerizing. While one group captures sun rise in the front, other one concentrates on the range to our left. We are more than convinced about the nomenclature of the snow covered peaks based on reflection of sun at this time of morning. Each one was blessed on relishing a truly glorious and spectacular sight. Who will not flash a winning smile on seeing such colours of joy?

While the sun is rising and moving steadily, its sparkle and redness multiply. Being lost, no one takes attention of hot cups of teas faithfully brought by the bearers, even though one has to brave rather cold conditions at a height of 7,000 feet. I, nevertheless, do not forget to put an empty cup over a low pole and use the same as a shield or front to attempt an unusual shot. The momentary pleasure surely was going to have a good impact and make our day more fruitful and interesting, than expected. This is why, even when the whole complex is bathed in sun shine, some of us are still capturing the Sun God from behind the bushes and trees. A few also trek on the right side hill to get a different and more commanding view. Attractive flowers of various shades and sizes get relegated to the background owing to the photographic spree focused on sun.

While returning to room, one is rightly reminded of similar clear and remarkable sun rise witnessed in November, 1999 at Tiger Hill, close to Darjeeling in the green and more fragile Eastern Himalayas. Two are comparable to some extent only, as latter had a much wider reach and canvass, including rare views of Mt.Everest, Mt.Khangchendzonga and several snow capped peaks located above 22,000 feet.

Before performing the usual morning rituals prior to a village visit, I do not forget to relate one more memorable brush with the rising sun to DT and CB. One did not have the normal camera but I suppose the one in cell had captured the essence of candid photography. In addition, snaps taken from other cameras were also going to serve the desired purpose. Thus I console myself and get ready for the day upon feeling more energetic and relaxed.