ACHAMBHA BATHING POINT, GANGTOK

          It was a Sunday, a day to relax, to forget or postpone your worries, tensions and stress situations.  Previous evening was spent rather leisurely- an early closure of office, a slow walk on M.G. Marg, a quiet dinner and last but not the least, a late night movie on TV about oft-repeated topic of marital discord leading to separation and again ending at a reunion in true Indian style.  Sleeping late also means getting up late.  Nevertheless, I kept my appointment with Sharmaji to venture a walk upto the uppermost tier in the town despite my sprained ankle.  We did visit the Palace Gumpa to receive the blessings of Guru Padmasambava, followed by a gentle walk down to the Flower Show, the Ridge Garden and the upper terminal point of Gangtok Ropeway.  Having felt warm after forty minutes of walk, we did Pranayam in “a surrounding”, what Sharmaji often calls “is full of oxygen”.

            Later part of the first half was spent in relaxed bathing in sun, so much so that time passed by and I forgot the actual bath and puja.  Had a quiet meal with Hims, upon winding up our conversation about worldly affairs, unpredictable weather, responsibilities of parenthood, emerging political trends, state of economy, rising number of concrete houses & vehicles etc.

            Sharp at 1.45 PM, we began our drive in a maroon coloured Alto towards Tashi Viewpoint.  The town generally wore a deserted look.  Occasionally, a few tourists would be seen here or there.  It was a soothing, crystal clear and extremely attractive blue sky.  It was difficult to spot a patch of cloud.  By 2 PM, we reached the famous Tashi Viewpoint (6500 ft).  Mt. Kanchenjunga, the third highest peak of the world,  however, was not visible. 

         Despite clear sky, it was covered with thick layers of blue & black clouds.  The scenario in the foreground was nevertheless clear, so were a few snow clad peaks.  Our binocular brought us still closer to snow capped mountains.  A few tourists and lovers thronged the place.  It was nice to notice that the point was spotlessly clean.  We kept debating whether it was as a result of inculcation of good habits or reduction in tourist inflow at this time of the year.  While descending, Sharmaji expressed a desire to have a cup of tea but I persuaded him to resist his temptation as we had seen hardly anything to feel fatigued.

            The visit to next spot, a drive of barely a kilometer towards Ganesh Tok was quite an eye-opener.  We stopped by an unimpressive, yet beautiful (due to its setting) waterfall.  Began climbing rocks to our left.  Having climbed almost seventy feet or so, we discovered a small pool of clean water.  Since it was all quiet and sunny, I was desperate to take a nap.  Noting impelled the same more than playing of mouth organ, which I had begun learning lately.  While I was engrossed in it, Sharmaji took off his sweater and cap and began rolling up his jeans to feel quietly flowing clean water.  I too touched it a couple of times but found it too cold to bear.  In no time, I finished playing mouth organ and dozed off to sleep over the warm rocks.  After it was quite some time (at least 20 minutes or so), I realized that I was all alone facing the waterfall.  My friend had quietly disappeared to climb up to the upper main pool of water.  He called me once he was sure that I had got rid of my unavoidable slumber.  He advised me to continue relaxing, rather attempt another round of snoring, if needed, in such an idyllic setting.  In contrast, however, I felt embarrassed.

            The climb to the main pool was rather tedious, more so, due to my sprained ankle.  Nevertheless, it was enjoyable.  Just before we reached the summit, we had seen a few urchins, bathing and playing.  By the time we reached our destination, they had disappeared.  The sight of a natural pool of water of the size of 30x20 feet was very-very soothing.  I wish we had brought towels/shorts with us.  Another round of mouth organ was played.  I became a virtual Pied Piper for a six-year-old boy, named Rohit Subba, who came up with his moving wheel and a plastic ball.  He smiled and giggled.  After some hesitation, he desired to know if we wished to take bath.  We replied in negative.  Nevertheless, we persuaded him to do the act.   This he did, a couple of times before he finally decided to wear his birthday suit.  He sat and rose, stood and jumped but it was quite some time before he began swimming.  We soon discovered that he swam like a champion.  By the time he came out, he was shivering.  We gave him adequate moral courage and pat on his back.

            When we turned back, we realized that four more children, namely, Sanjay, Vinod, Karna Bahadur and “no name” had come up and were staring at us, rather curiously.  We exchanged greetings.  It was learnt that they were all students of local Burtuk School.  They were keen cricket beginners as well.  One of them was carrying a small bat. Like Rohit, after showing initial hesitation, they all took dip into the pool water, one by one. They thoroughly enjoyed themselves.  Once it was ensured that they were all dry, we began climbing down.  Over the highway, on the request of children, we played a short game of cricket for an hour with a makeshift ball.  The children were given a free ride after finishing the game.

            We soon realized that time was clicking and the sun had begun descending.  It was time for us to leave.  We stopped near a somewhat developed picnic point, having a bigger and wider waterfall than the previous one but the serene and quiet atmosphere were missing.  There were plenty of cars parked along the highway.  A group of people added colour and gaiety to the place by their impromptu drinking and dancing. A teenaged couple was lost in its own world in one remote corner. 

            A festive mood on a still lower scale was noticed at Ganesh Tok (6200 ft), wherein, ultimately, I acceded to the request of my friend for having a hot cup of Temi Tea.  A plate of tasty Potato Pakoras and Alu Chura came as a compliment from the group of dedicated poor women, who run the cafeteria.  We did gulp a dozen hot & enjoyable Momos & imagined the value addition in the scenario, if this place had a toy train on the lines of Shimla, Ooty or Darjeeling . While driving down, we saw the Sun setting behind Ranka Hills, next to the world famous Rumtek Monastery. A drizzle followed for a while.

            It was a very satisfying and memorable day.  It was a day, rather well spent. A day devoid of official and worldly worries & responsibilities.  We were ready to face a “black” Monday after a cheerful Sunday.

Rangilu Rajkot: Perceptional Experiences of Gandhiland

        Rajkot, located on the four lane splendid highway linking Dwarka and Junagarh with Ahmadabad was the capital of erstwhile Saurashtra State from April 1948 to its merger with Bombay in November 1956. With a population of 16 lakhs, it is the fourth largest city of Gujarat. Geographically, it falls in a very dry, semi-arid region. Summer starts as early as March. While this is scorching, winter is pleasant. Literacy wise, the average of 89% is better than national figures. Demographically, while the Hindus are in a majority, Sunni Muslims are found in large numbers. Presence of Sindhis, Marathis, Bengalese and Tamils. gives it a multicultural colour. It is also a harmonious and tolerant society as hardly any communal disturbance or tension (a blot on Ahmedabad or Baroda), has ever been reported.

        By and large, the society is vegetarian. As Rajkot formed part of Kathiyawad, people are also known as Kathiyawadis. By nature, they believe in enjoying themselves, freaking and eating out even late at night. They are found gossiping in parks or roadside even after normal dinner time. Women are fond of spicy food and loading themselves with interesting pieces and patterns of embroidery coupled with a variety of jewelry. Seeing street smart girls & women on swanky Scooties strengthens the resolve regarding women’s empowerment. Why should boys have all the fun? While it is a sign of upper mobility if not a reflection of forward looking approach, the shopkeepers invariably bring down their shutters between 1.30 to 4.30 p.m. to relish their sumptuous sweet & salty lunch, religiously followed by a nap. There is, thus, no end to personal pleasure even if it makes a hole in one’s pocket.

        No description of the place is complete without throwing light on Mahatma Gandhi. Being born in Porbunder on 2nd October 1869, he studied from 5th to 11th class at Alfred High School from 1880 to 1887. Consequent upon availing of the Grand Darshan of Lord Krishna at Dwarka, I had the privilege of visiting his ancestral house in September 2009 along with Jayshree and Ankoor. So to say, a permanent link with this ‘pilgrim centre’ was established by way of presentation of a copy of Mahatma’s auto-biography to us. We chose the Hindi version, as an English version already exists in what I call, an apology to a home library. The sound of the Bhajan- Raghupati Raghav Raja Ram, Pati Tapavan Sita Ram sung with melody and devotion by Jayshree on the spot was very timely and spontaneous. Same still reverberates, reminds and resonates. Also vivid are the memories of the candid interface with the unassuming sons and grandsons of neighbours and self proclaimed friends of the Mahatma, each coming out with his own version. Munching of local sweet and salty snacks and bhujia in the market, equally shared by humans & animals was refreshing, so much so that dinner comprising of different culinary flavours became a confirmed casualty.

        Turning back to the Rajkot bond of the Mahatma, during his schooling era, he had occupied a modest house built in 1880-81 in the busy main market area, now known as Kaba Gandhi No Delo in Gujarati. This is a typical Saurashtra style house with a central approach from an arched gateway. The house, now having glazed floors and optimum lighting has been kept spotlessly clean. Though, the photographs and documents have been displayed systematically, a brochure or a handout is very much needed for circulation to the visitors. Also both in Porbunder and Rajkot, the area around the heritage houses needs to be cleared up and spruced to leave a lasting impression on the tourists. In the modern world, after all, virtues and corner stones of simplicity have to be sold well to sustain interest in a man who went on to guide the destiny of nation. Attention of trusties and patrons on the spot was, therefore, drawn in this regard.

        According to the oral and written traditions, Gandhiji, son of a Diwan (Prime Minister) to the king of Rajkot had to shift to Ahmedabad for taking his matriculation examination as Rajkot was not a centre of Matric Board at that point of time. Being an ordinary student, he managed to secure barely 39.52% marks. A photo copy of his partly illegible marksheet displayed in a secluded and non-descript corner of the school bears testimony to it. Mrs. Gita Ben Ajmera, a very affectionate senior teacher incharge of the Gandhi Memorial Room of the school proudly takes you around the place and meticulously explains twenty paintings drawn by the artist Balwant Rai Joshi on the famous bhajan – Vaishnav Jan To Te Nere Kahiye written by Sri Narsingh Mehta. Gandhiji had a liking for it. Only a few personal belongings of Gandhiji are kept but not displayed properly. Very strangely, the school is waiting for some funds long promised by the D.C. Rajkot.

        The façade of the school building is very impressive. Its Gothic architecture has been maintained well. Started as a Rajkot English School in 1853, it became Rajkot High School in 1866, Kattywar High School in 1868 to be rechristened as Alfred High School in 1907. In 1971, as a mark of respect and association of Mahatma Gandhi with his alma mater, it was renamed as Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi School.

        Drawing inspiration from the life and times of the Mahatma, an effort was made to cull out his considered views on humanity and environment. His views on significance of conservation of environment became the guiding and motivating force for a two day seminar on ‘Environment and Human Rights’ at Rajkot in association with the University of Saurastra. Prof. Padaliya, the V.C., though reluctant to begin with about the dates and not the idea, per se, moved positively forward and extended whole hearted support. His colleagues Prof. Dodiya and Prof. Ghosh spared no efforts for the success of the event. The discourses concentrated on………………………… Students, faculty and some social activists showed their disciplined involvement and concerted efforts. The climax in the form of typical Gujarati dances, viz, Garba, Dandia etc. and some north Indian dances left a lasting impression about the upbringing, socialization patterns and fast adoption of skills by the youngsters, especially those from the fair sex. Their childish charm, giggle, on stage chemistry and overall innocence takes you a different world. Their glamour quotient too was high, at the same time. Prof. Rathore, a senior citizen singer enthralled the audience by his memorable Md. Rafi numbers. Similar to her meticulous performance during the inaugural as an anchor, Prof. (Mrs.) Upadhaya simply impressed like a star V.J. Partly lit if not candle-lit dinner in the spacious lawn of the V.C. gave a good finishing touch. Varieties of Gujarati food were not only available but were served with grace, courtesy & dignity.

        In retrospect, even though we made a mark to remember and rekindle interest in Gandhi followed by creating some awareness on the need to conserve and protect environment from human angle, we failed in planting a few saplings due to a multitude of formalities if not idiosyncrasies connected with the VIP visits. As a consolation, the information came that plantation was not an easy proposition in this tough arid zone. For their survival and sustenance adequate water was needed, which itself is in short supply. While departing from the palatial Circuit House at the land of Mahatma, I had no option but to do a tentative compromise with the reality narrated to me.

        The delayed flight at the chaotic terminal building of Rajkot gave me more food for thought on the Mahatma and his actual relevance in modern and ‘liberalised’ India, a factor not well understood or comprehended but mentioned and repeated, time and again like a temple ritual. By the time the aircraft zooms off to dizzy heights, one thing became certain- the virtues of simplicity advocated by the Mahatma have been probably by passed, rightly or wrongly by the materialistic orientations of the people of his State. Selling Gandhism as a tourism product should not, however, be misconstrued, if we believe in the dictum- there is always a counterpoint.

        All said & done, it was an intense but liberating journey. Can we therefore think to discover Gandhi within ourselves? There is no need to plan a giant leap forward. Patience perseverance and tolerance (PPT) would do.

Wayanad, The Green Land Of Paddy And Much More

            Wayanad, situated not far off from the beautiful coast of Kozhikode is considered the biggest hill station of Kerala.  The name is reported to have been derived from the word ‘Vayalnadu’, meaning the land of paddy fields.  The present District, carved out from parts of Kozhikode and Kannaur, came into existence as 12^th District of state in November, 1980.  Considered to be a ‘backward’ one according to the parameters of Planning Commission, it is surprisingly one of the biggest foreign exchange earners owing to its cash crops - pepper, small cardamom, coffee, tea and some spices. It has numerous native tribes, such as, Paniyas, Kurumas, Adiyars, Kurichiyars, Ooralis and Kattunaickens. The first of the lot is perpetually afflicted by the maladies of illiteracy, malnutrition, alcoholism and so on.  Adverse effects of Endosulfam pesticide and Sickle Cell disease add to the woes.

           Sultan Bathery, the place of our halt is a Taluk headquarter. Connected to the legend of Tipu Sultan and an ancient Jain temple, it is located at a distance of 30 kms. from Kalpetta, the District headquarter.  Talking of weather, though maximum and minimum temperatures are in the range of 32-24 degree Celsius, overall, it may be considered cool.  When night sets in, temperature plummets. And you look for a blanket. Sunrise at 6.35 a.m. could be called late.  By and large, morning sky is not clear.  On some days, it can be as misty and wet as in mountains.  Same may be attributable to the existence of maximum Reserve Forest area of the state falling over here. An elevation range of 700 to 2100 metres leads to absence of fans in many buildings.

           Tourism Department Guest House, the epi-centre of our activity, is located on a higher elevation, slightly away from the main town on the National Highway leading to Ootty (95 kms.). Though, there is enough space, accommodation needs care and maintenance.  Service is good, except taking note of change of linen and a few sundry items.  Usual official plea, one hears that situation may improve on completion of a new 20 room block within the campus.

           It is quite pleasing to see traditional as well as modern typical Kerala styled tiled houses in the vicinity.  One hears the sound of Azan everyday in the pollution free atmosphere.  The Christian religious institutions have a plethora of buildings dealing with various social acts- counseling centers, health, polytecniques etc. Majority of the buildings are two storied, though owners may be super rich. Eye-catching hoardings of car manufacturers boast-price begins at Rs. 25 lakhs! They tend to compete closely with the advertisements of Kerala Silk Saris. Atleast some symbol of tradition is withstanding the onslaught of modernity.

Morning Scenario

           It is interesting to see coffee plantation for the first time. Its white flowers attract.  Height of the plant is more than that of tea. Supposedly, Pythons throng the place.  One of the tea gardens is seen in a Clergy Home.  A taste of local dust tea and coffee is different and refreshing.   A silver lining or encouraging factor about women in the state is that apart from being highly literate, they are 1035 in number per 1000 males according to 2011 Census.  By and large, they cover their heads but are not confined to houses. Many of them wearing traditional attire turned out to be active teachers, government servants, social workers and Punchayat members.  Girl children are seen rushing to schools with their heads also covered.  Men are seen selling fish, eggs, bread, biscuits etc. on a Bike or a Moped.  In the nearby villages, people are slowly waking up. In view of prosperity emanating from hard work, small constructions are seen everywhere.  One does not see any “kutcha” structure, as such. Pleasant sound of a Cuckoo kind of bird is heard off and on.  The noise of passing vehicles increases as the sun rises further by 7.00 a.m. 

           Good pristine forest is seen on both sides of the highway. It has a hard rock base, thus less vulnerable to the ecological disasters. One gets a healthy and positive impression that every institution maintains a private forest. Overall, people look contended.  Very few boards are in English.  Almost everything is in Malayalam. Only exception is the office of SCERT. It is nice feeling to observe the beauty of endemic vegetation and flowers in front of some private dwellings.  No one wears a helmet even while driving a bike with a speed of 50-60 kms. Unfortunate similarity with the main stream in this regard is noticeable.  Pope Benedict alongwith the regional Head Priests figures prominently in many posters. Bus stops look modern and clean but buses do not stop as no one is found waiting.

           A good view of the plateau and a flat mountain with an unusual small round peak can be seen from St. Mary’s Hospital and School.  A couple of well built and painted houses also make a mark in the morning sunshine.

           One is greeted with a power cut for half an hour on return. Though load shedding officially takes place for half an hour each in the morning and evening, lights invariably go off during the day time.  Consequently, one is devoid of power for almost three hours.  Still on this count, situation is better in comparison to the states in the East and North.

Market View

           In the market, most of the shops are closed but traffic is mind-boggling keeping in view the size of the place. The cars, autos and buses compete closely with each other for the limited space. But there is no stress, no misbehavior, as seen elsewhere. A few fish and flower outlets are seen doing brisk business.  Fish sold is of different varieties, including dry fish.  In the flower stalls, Jasmine dominates.  At the eating joints, mostly men clad in half Dhoti (Mundu) are seen relishing Bara, Idli, Appam, and Coffee. Fruit shops, though closed, attract in the sense that majority of them have nets in the front to allow passage of air to ensure freshness of fruits. Lottery tickets seem popular, reflecting obvious monetary ambitions.  Women do not lag behind men in their brisk sale from dawn to dusk.

           One also notices a large number of gold shops. It may be possibly on account of unchecked and unregulated remittances from abroad.  A big chain, such as, Malabar Gold and Diamonds, reportedly has managed to open 82 outlets all over the world in barely 20 years. But all that glitters is not gold. For, the presence of Counselling and De-addiction centres causes concern.

           Eye catching water melons and green coconuts are being sold in one corner of the main market. On the other extreme, fresh fruits and vegetables draw attention. An impressive Church Tower has a commanding presence at the Town Square. (Mind it, it’s a Hindu dominated area).  Such structures with an image of Jesus Christ or Virgin Mary are now a days also seen in parts of Goa, Nagaland, Mizoram etc. Supposedly, they take a cue from Hinduism if not making an attempt to imitate.

Brush With Nature

           A drive on the well maintained highway leading to Mysore through a National sanctuary turns out to be a very refreshing experience apart from ensuring a breath of fresh air, post-dinner. One is in lap of nature, away, though temporarily from the confusing if not madding crowds.  Sight of eleven deers is possible in two spells and stories only of crossing of elephants is heard. Solitude at this altitude has to be felt, not to be described.  Conservation of wildlife and nature, no wonder, is so important.   A typical Kerala style widely publicized Ayurvedic massage at a remote tourist hut is a welcome wind of change.  One should say, experiencing is believing. A conversation with a few villagers, thereafter, throws light on changing livelihood patterns.

           Leaving behind the above memories and those pertaining to schools, hostels, ICDS centres, health centres, F.P. shops, police stations, jails, visits to villages, IAY and MNREGA sites, interface with Punchayats, NGO’s, officers etc., we drive back to Kozhikode through the green, undulating, hinter land.  Tea gardens, here and there, sparkle in the morning sunshine.  A halt or two for buying local honey proves unsuccessful.  Presence of spice, craft and Ayurvedic outlets on the way impresses. A few telephone calls from the friends and relatives entertains.  After a good two and a half hours, we are shown cashew plants and some unique features of rich regional bio-diversity.  Next to follow is a place having largest number of gold shops.  One does not think that all of them had adequate security even if they thrive in terms of business.

Retreat through Golden Sand

            Saving of nearly an hour enables us to take a detour through Calicut city.  On the way, one was exposed to more prosperity specially in the dense but green pockets.  The Calicut Medical College & hospital has a towering presence due to its vast campus. It caters to a large number of patients from India & abroad.  One learns that this is the biggest in the state.  Entry into the city brings back the memories of bygone colonial days.  Traffic is on the higher side, but by and large it looks orderly.  Even when the atmosphere warms up, the first view of golden beach is amazing and awesome.  The very touch of clean sea and sand has a positive impact.  Walking bare foot is a pleasure.  The beach of blue Arabian Sea appears fairly long but having few visitors.  It gives a chance to a pair of white cranes to vent their suppressed feelings.  They simply behave like us while confronting the soothing sea waves.  It is rightly said- birds of same feather flock together.  Once one is free from sea-gazing, the view of somewhat unusual sculptors, tourists kiosks and British era bungalows have a binding effect.  Photo opportunity thus provided, is not to be missed.

            Suddenly a look at the watch together with a ‘mobile reminder’ compels us back into the car.  We hit the road at a rather rapid pace by not giving even a scant attention to a ravishing river scenario akin to state’s famous back waters.  We reach the airport almost in time to be informed, rather to be pleasantly informed that the flights to Delhi were behind schedule by an hour or so.  This gives extended time and opportunity to think about and recapitulate what we had seen and experienced in the green paradise.  

              

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.