Monday, 16 December 2013


Women are not safe from the prowling men…

Incidents aplenty of her molestation are reported daily

We listen and watch the graphic details

Many a debate, schemes have been deliberated

Concerts, rallies, street plays campaigns organized

Every mother, mother-in-law, sister, sister-in-law,

Daughter, daughter-in-law have been invoked to

Put sense in the males around them…however

Little seems to have changed!

The crime flourishes because of the despicable,

 Horrific carnal urge of man…disgusting! hideous

 raucous laughter, sneering smile, sadistic pleasure

 to see the helplessness, hopelessness, fear, hate,

 agony in the fair eyes begging for freedom.

Wriggling, gasping like a fish ensnared, a lamb at the alter…

That man is strong, he flexes his muscles in glee to overpower and crush!

Yes he has made another kill

Finished a woman, changed her life forever!

The happy, merry, impish, full of fun n frolic damsel is no more.

In life or death… a stigmatized life ahead!

She and her family drowned in a quagmire of shameful rhetorical questions

The how when what why where who what of rape!

Little seems to have changed!...however

Some empathetic technocrats have come up with safety Applications!

BSAFE…”Never walk Alone” it sends in S.O.S.message to your chosen contacts

Available on iOS Android and Blackberry devices for free.

FIGHTBACK…available on Android and Nokia devices.

IFOLLOW: Shake the Smartphone thrice within a span of five seconds

to activate the app…available on Android and iOS for free.

SCREAM ALARM:  Unleashes a loud scream in woman’s voice. available

on Android markets for free.

SENTINAL: It boasts of working when the phone is destroyed

 And there is no internet access! Available on Android and iOS markets.

LIFE360 FAMILY LOCATOR: Available on iPhone, Android and Blackberry.

WOMEN SAFE CIRCLE: Available on Windows phone.

DAMINI: The app records video clips…available on Android markets.

HOLLABACK:User can take a photo of the harasser and upload it on it’s website.

Available on iOS and Android devices.

NIRBHAY:A tribute to the her who lit a flame for the rights and dignity of women… safe India for them!. Available on android for free.

Salute you great guys for your noteworthy contribution towards mobile safety!!!!!!!!






Wednesday, 11 December 2013


It is the last sequential date of the century!
There seemed to be something sacrosanct in the air. There was so much hype about the date at my work place that it caught on. Some checked and updated their status on the social site on their smart phones and read out some weird quips. A colleague was reading aloud the contents from the htcity the National daily. …Astrologer and numerologist P Khurana says the day is auspicious in terms of planetary positions. It is a rare combination of the Sun, Moon Venus, Mars and Jupiter in strong positions. Also, 11+12+13=9, a powerful number signifying Mars(Mangal) which makes it influential. Amidst all this revelry a guy made a limping entry. He had just about managed to escape coming under a bus! Aghast we sympathized, he suddenly grinned and said perhaps it was 11.12.13. the extra special date of the century that he was saved to remember.

Delhites are all for fun! From weddings to having babies, to voluminous discounts on eatables for partying, to be there on the icing on the cake! 11.12.13 a maverick day sort of!

Go out there and live it!

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Yoga, Meditation: Useful additions to the medical arsenal!

Browsing through the Business Standard a national daily I came upon this interesting item by Reuters.
John Denninger, a psychiatrist at the Harvard Medical School, in his research work is getting close to prove that yoga and meditation can ward off stress and disease. There are myriad stress-induced ailments...from hypertension and infertility to depression and even the ageing process.
He has used neuro-imaging and genomics technology that has helped to measure physiological changes,besides the  participant questionnaires as well as heart rate and blood pressure monitoring.
I agree with the professor. Of'course the wonder of allopathic cure is laudable...yet self cure through yoga is an option one must explore!
P.S: Babamama, today even the West is acknowledging what our age old Yogis have waxed eloquent centuries ago. Hence it's time you start doing  the Pranayams, AnulomViloms,Kapalbhatis...make use of these arsenals in your medical kit!

Friday, 22 November 2013

New Words of 2013 in the Oxford English Dictionary.

 The following activities that I have often indulged in, have a name!

Selfie: A photograph taken by oneself on one's smartphone.

Showrooming: Visiting  a shop or shops to examine a product before purchasing it online.

Binge-watch: To watch multiple episodes of a Television series without a break.

Besides these a couple of interesting words are ...

Bitcom:A digital currency in which transactions can be performed without the need for a Central Bank. BIT in the computing sense and COIN.

Schmeat: A form of meat produced from biological tissue.
Synthetic meat or better still cultured meat or man-made meat!

Sunday, 13 October 2013

...and the Nobel prize for Literature 2013 goes to Alice Munro!!!!!

Douglas Gibson, her longtime editor and publisher remarked that given that Munro had long been suggested as a candidate for the award, he got up early and dressed just in case …

“It was a little bit like Christmas eve I was a little bit like a kid . I couldn‘t sleep, because - would Santa come? And Santa came,” he said!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Award triggered an outpouring of pride in Canada!

Alice must be in wonderland in her eighty second year to be the first Canadian writer to receive the prize of eight million crowns…and the thirteenth female literature laureate in the 112 year history of the Nobel Prizes.

She said that the award will make people see short story as an important art and not just something you played around with until you get a novel written. She admitted that she herself started writing that way.

She developed a distinct style of her own. Her merit in the eyes of her admirers, is the richness of her plot and depth of detail usually more characteristic of novels. Her stories are usually set in Ontario her home province. The characters in her stories are often girls and women with seemingly unexceptional lives, who struggle with tribulations ranging from sexual abuse and stifling marriages to repressed love and ravages of ageing. Her writings have captured the warmth, insight and compassion in the wide range of lives. And no wonder she has been likened to the great nineteenth century Russian short story writer Chekhov! She believes that there are no such things as big and little subjects. The major things, the evils, that exist in the world have a direct relationship to the evil that exists around a dining room table when people are doing things to each other.

The numerous awards to her credit point out to the popularity of her books. It is befitting that the award of awards the Nobel ultimately came her way!

I agree it is “so splendid a thing to happen ,” Madam Alice Munro!

Monday, 7 October 2013


The significance of nine colours associated with the nine days of Navratri is interesting.... read on!

Reading the paper “The Hindustan Times”, this colorful article written by Mithila Mehta caught my eye.

The festival of Navratri is one of joy, splendour and colour, as devotees offer their prayers to the manifestation of Goddess Durga in her nine wonderful forms. According to the tradition, it is believed that Goddess Durga has three main forms that of Mahasaraswati, Mahalaxmi and Mahakali- the counterparts of the Holy Trinity of Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh. Each of the three forms of Durga gave rise to three more forms, which is how the nine manifestations of the Goddess came into being.

Every manifestation of Durga has a special day and colour dedicated to her.

Day 1:Pratipada: On the first day of Navratri, Goddess Durga is worshipped as Shailputri, the daughter of the mountains, the great Himalayas and a form of shakti. Shailputri’s vehicle is the bull named Nandi. She holds a spear in her hand which is symbolic of fulfilment of all desires of the heart. Many believe that it is customary to wear grey on this day.

Day2:Dwitya: On the second day of Navratri, Goddess Durga takes the form of Brahmacharini, the one who practices devout austerity in search of absolute knowledge. Brahamcharini holds rosemary and kamandale(an oblong water pot). She is known to grant eternal prosperity and emancipation. Devotees wear orange on this day.

Day3: Tritiya: On this day, Goddess Durga is worshipped as Chandraghanta, the goddess of beauty and bravery. She is called Chandraghanta because of Chandra meaning half moon on her forehead. She represents valour and the strength to fight evil. It’s the day for white.

Day4:Chaturthi: This day is dedicated to Kushmanda, the creator. It is believed that Kushmanda created and sustains the universe through her own life blood. Symbolically she holds two pots containing life blood in her lotus hands, along with other symbols of life and creation. It is customary to wear red on this day.

Day5:Panchami: Durga takes the form of Skanda Mata on this day, eternally seated on a throne, her arms adorned with lotus flowers. She holds the infant Skand(Lord Kartikeya ) in her arms, who is believed to have single handedly led the army of Gods to victory against the demons. Devotees wear blue on this day in her honour.

Day6:Shashti: On this day the Goddess is worshipped as Katyayani. It is believed that the respected sage Kata performed severe penance to impress the Gods and was granted a daughter as a boon. The powerful Goddess rides a magnificent lion and carries a sword in her hands. The colour of the day is yellow.

Day7:Saptami: this day is dedicated to the dark-complexioned Kalratri, discarding her erstwhile golden outer sheath. With her disheveled hair and aggressive stance, Kalratri assures protection and freedom from fear. Day to wear green.

Day8:Ashtami: The Goddess takes on the form of Maha Gauri on this day. Dressed in spotless white clothes, the beautiful Goddess is a symbol of purity. It is believed that worshipping Maha Gauri cleanses away all sins. The colour of the day is peacock green.

Day9:Naumi: On the final day of navratri, Goddess Durga takes on the form of Siddhidaatri. She is believed to embody the strength of all previous eight forms of Ma Durga. Lord Shiva worshipped her and was granted her blessings. Devotees wear purple on this day.

I for one is planning to wrap myself in the auspicious hue marked for each day as a salutation to Maa Durga!
JAI MATA DI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, 20 September 2013


Why so?

Because it is so important for the ease of the internal organs…

The heart, the liver, the kidney, the pancreas, the stomach, the large

And small intestine, the duodenum, the lungs, which are delicately

interwoven in a mesh of arteries veins surrounded by blood vessels and all!

Just give them a little breather, do not squash them ...

to  make them uncomfortable with the comfortable posture of ours .

And what is that comfortable posture?

a) a slouch with drooping shoulders ,

b) a reclining position on chairs, twisting our spine in the most unspine like positions!

It’s time to brace up to the importance of a good posture!

and help increase the efficiency of the functioning of the vital organs!

High time we unlearn the comfortable postures of slouch and recline!

Make an effort to… Sit, Walk, Run, Ride, lie down straight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lets train our muscular system and skeletal system to adopt the correct posture!

Lets take the first simple step towards better health,

without swallowing those vitamins, and volumes of medicines,

without those painstaking excruciating exercises…try simply adopting  and adapting  a good posture!

A good posture is a scientifically proven remedy for general wellbeing.


Be upright!

Feel great!&

Lets pledge to keep

That spine of ours

Ramrod straight!

Thursday, 12 September 2013



Economist Joseph Schumpeter coined the phrase “creative destruction” in 1942 to describe the less-than-tidy way free markets lead to progress: telephone replaced telegraph; cell phone replaced telephone; smartphone is replacing cellphone and so on. Something gets destroyed and something new and exciting is built on top of it.

Reading the piece by Nick Bilton in The Economic Times dated 10th September... he writes,

Perhaps no other recent product has been quite as much an agent of destruction and renewal as the iPhone, with its long list of features and access to a store of nearly a million apps that can handle thousands of functions.

The iPhone is the Ford Mustang of today.Ask 20-somethings if they would rather own a cool new car or a cool new smartphone. They’ll pick the latter. These devices offer a degree of freedom and social reach that previously only the automobile offered.

The apps store connected to the iPhone has allowed thousands of small businesses to thrive. And some like Rovio, the maker of Angry Birds game, have become large companies.

The new iPhone has got its due attention and soon there’ll be a scramble by it’s competitors such as Samsung, Huawei and ZTE to copy its latest features or better them.

That is the thing about this notion of creative destruction: you never quite know when you stop creating and get destroyed!

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Reminiscing Our Journey to Kashmir

The other day my friend Alo called up from Secunderabad and exclaimed that she and her husband were going on a trip to Kashmir. She comes from the land of the great Rabindranath Tagore the Nobel laureate and has the artist in her. Food for her artistic brain and fingers I thought and before long like Alice in wonderland I was sucked into the bottomless pit of memories…

My Dad serving in the Indian Army was transferred there much to my grandma’s horror! (Kashmir has always been a strife ridden province of the Indian union).My Dad was excited and soon enough he asked us to come and share the Eden on Earth with him. For this we are so thankful to him. Despite some misgivings from relatives and friends he thought it was imperative that his family be with him. My mother a staunch devout of my father with the dictum ‘…not to question why, but to do …’packed us all up also a family servant (helper) for the big journey. It was indeed the most interesting and entertaining   journey from Poona to Kashmir by train which was to be our home for a couple of days, with elaborate meals and games.  A couple with a baby shared the compartment with us. Our high spirits spilled over into the compartment. We had our boisterous talks and laughs busy maneuvering the train. Yes! We shamed the guard by conscientiously putting out a red sweater of ours to stop the train when it did and waved out Mum’s scarf to start the train when we heard the whistle blow! If the train stopped in the wilderness we would stick out our heads to catch the up/down of the signal. At dusk Mum put a couple of trunks between the two lower berths and spread out the bedding (hold all) and turned it into a king sized bed, however my brother and I chose to sleep on the top berth. He insisted on sleeping at the edge.  In the dead of night I woke up to a sound of thud. My kid brother had fallen off and had missed the sleeping child by a foot and yet the hysterical mother of his created such a fuss. Oblivious to all the commotion my brother slept on. Mum tried to appease the lady and when she did not, Mum gave her a logical piece of her mind. She is a great one for sound arguments. Most of the time she is of a pleasant disposition with a smile on her lips and song in her heart, however when she is ruffled the Scotland yard guys cannot outdo her reasoning. She appeased the upset mother while she cradled my sleeping brother in her arms who settled in her warmth with his indigenous pacifier (thumb) in his mouth. He did not wake up .Can you believe it! From my perch I watched on wide eyed.

When he awoke the following morning I narrated the great thud of his which nearly squashed the infant by a foot! He was tickled to an uncontrollable laughter, but refused to believe me as he had no bruises etc. The day progressed with the monkeying around climbing berths, swinging from them, continuing the guard’s duty with undiminished passion and our bid to get our infant sister’s attention. Rosy cheeked like a cute little doll she kept us enthralled with her movements…her smile, her cry, her baby prattle, her gurgle, her forever exercising little hands and feet… 

My problem began when we entered the hilly terrain- for it was here that the tunnels came in. Day time the lights were switched off in the compartment. To my Mum’s embarrassment and my brother’s amusement I’d let out a blood curling scream when the train entered any tunnel, bringing in pitch darkness in our midst. Hurriedly Mum fished out a torch (flashlight) from the elaborate luggage she had brought along, much to my relief! After that the tunnels suddenly became the cherry on the icing as I looked forward to them and enjoyed their internal structure in the circle of the torchlight! Dusk set in and the lights came up on their own accord in our compartment. Outside the whole thing seemed a never ending black tunnel. It was a moonless night. Soon we saw shimmering lights of the Pathankot. Mum informed us that Dad would be there to receive us. We were elated at the thought that we’d meet him.

Pathankot station came into view, it was cold and we did not wave out the red sweater of mine as I was wearing it. We had to disembark here. We were impatient to get out of the train, a feeling to jump out on to the station like the adults did, from a slowly moving train! My mother’s command kept us captive in her view and kept us from walking to the door. As the train chugged in there was no sign of my Dad. There were coolies running along the slowing train to fish passengers and assist them with their luggage for a fee. The kuli(railway-station luggage carrier) we hired was happy to see our compartment loaded with luggage. He brought in a huge hand cart and started piling it up the numerous trunks, it was then that my father strode up and all he said (exclaimed) was as I clearly remember was ‘Good Lord!’ There was an ensuing argument with Mum about the phrase travel light! …However he could not remain angry for long as we were all over him like puppies. He took us to the Officer’s mess where we had a feast and a comfortable night’s rest. Morning after a king’s breakfast we boarded the officer’s bus for Srinagar the capital of Jammu and Kashmir. The road journey unfolded into a most picturesque journey. Somewhere we went through the longest tunnel the well -lit Jawahar Tunnel. It seemed it was a golden tunnel snaking on for miles it seemed then.

 The curtain opened to our discovering the places through weekend picnics meticulously planned by Dad .He captured our happiness with his Leica the German make camera.  The Nishatbagh, Shalimarbagh , the Chashma shahi, the Char Chinar, the Dal lake, the House boats,  the Jhelum river, the Poplar Avenue, the Shankrachraya Hill,the Hazratbal, the apple orchards, mountain springs, monuments …well we were all over the place!  The outpouring of joy apparent in each photograph!

In the childlike wonder and amazement I didn't quite realize that I was actually experiencing a once in a life time experience. Truly it didn't seem a big deal. It was just plain enjoyment with that feeling that life goes on forever and there’d be more good things to come!

To be cont…

Friday, 12 July 2013

Sweet Sixteen noble Malala!

Sweet Sixteen noble Malala!

What a way to come of age!

Malala addressed the U.N. Youth General Assembly today morning to herald in a life of recognition and dedication and a cause of spreading awareness about the importance of education.

Kudos Malala!  You kept us enraptured with your carefully chosen words in your historic speech today.

…Your simple reminder to mankind that no religion teaches hatred, violence, terrorism…
…Your simple reminder to all about the teachings of great men who used the innocuous but powerful weapons of empathy, forgiveness, and nonviolence to solve pressing issues…
…And your gentle reiteration in the trite phrase “Pen is mightier than the sword.” Emphasizing the need for the developed and developing countries to invest in women’s education specifically. This in order to make the planet a happy place…

I say what a way to celebrate sweet sixteen. Happy Birthday and Many Happy Returns of 12th July Sweet, Strong Malala!

Thursday, 16 May 2013

SIKKIM: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It was on 16th May  in 1975 that Sikkim became a part of Indian Union.

It is a land-locked mountainous state.

Floriculture is an extremely important sub-sector under horticulture for Sikkim.

More than 5,000 flowering plants, 39 species of rhododendron(i.e 48% of world’s variety), cymbidium orchids, rose, lillium, alstoemeira, zanteschia, gerbera and carnations are showcased to the domestic and world tourists.

Along with UNESCO, the government is promoting six national parks as part of the eastern Himalayan biodiversity region as tourist destinations.

Gangtok Hotel and Resorts group is operating the first on-shore casino which is drawing a good number of international tourists.

 The state government has worked hard  to put Sikkim on the tourist map .It’s development in terms of infrastructure is significant.

Come have a ‘dekho’!

Sunday, 12 May 2013


RIO HAMZA: chanced to see this interesting piece in an old Hindustan Times news paper dated 7th September 2012.

It is the world’s longest underground river, discovered recently in the Amazon Basin in Brazil, has been named Rio Hamza(River Hamza) after Kerala born scientist Villiya M Hamza, who led the team that found the river.

The river runs four km underground and is 6,000km long the same length as the Amazon. Like the Amazon, the world’s second longest river, Hamza also drains out in the Atlantic.

From a very young age, he was curious to know what was happening under the earth!

Hailing from a middle class family, College education was from India. He graduated from Devagiri College in Kozhikode, and did his post-graduation from Victoria College, Palakkad . He got his doctorate in Geo-physics from Canada.

A ticket to Brazil by a friend changed his life. Since 1974 he has settled there. He has a Brazilian wife.

Prof Hamza, studied the temperature variations in the crude from the numerous shallow and deep oil wells that the petro giant Petrobas extracted in the Amazon region. He deduced that perhaps the temperature variations could be due to pressure of the presence of massive volumes of sub surface water.

He encouraged his research student Elizabeth.T.Pimentel in 1990. It moves slower than a glacier. The river has been put in quotes as ‘River’. Prof. Hamza told B.B.C News that it was not a river in the conventional sense. The term was used in a more generic sense . The direction of lateral movement inferred from the basement topography and geological characteristics of the region is from west to east following roughly the course of the surface drainage system of the mighty Amazon.

Jorge Fingeredo, a geologist with Petrobas disputes whether the saline water is really being transported across the region!

Whatever! It indeed is a great find!

I salute his fellow scientists who as a tribute have named the water body after him!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God could not be everywhere, therefore, he made mothers.
(How true Mum!!!!!!!!!!!)
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.   -  A Spanish Proverb.
Some people believe that every labour is worthy of his hire- except a mother.   -Marcelene Cox.
Well these are some of the quotes that echo my sentiments.
My son shares the views of a couple here...
Nobody can misunderstand a boy like his own mother.  - Norman Douglas.
Few misfortunes can befall a boy which brings worse consequence that to have a really affectionate mother.    W.Somerset Maugham.


Tuesday, 16 April 2013



 Reading through the 14th page entitled ‘Freedom From Economics’ of The  Economic Times 13/4/’13, I liked this on ‘Operation Cryptonym.’ I did not even know the meaning. I called  up my Dad and asked him the meaning he simply said ‘hidden name’ .

A code name or cryptonym is a word or name used clandestinely to refer to another name or word.

Code names are often used for military purpose, or in espionage. They may also be used in industry to protect secret projects and the like from business rivals.

The United States uses code names for U.S. Presidents, First Ladies and other persons and locations.

 The use of such names were originally for security purposes and dates. Today they simply serve for purposes of  brevity, clarity and tradition.

The Secret Service does not choose these names. The White House Communications Agency(WHCA) assigns them.

According to the established protocol good codewords are ambiguous words that can be easily pronounced and easily understood.

Traditionally, all family member’s code names start with the same letter(alliteration). They are often publicly known.

Here are some:

President John. F. Kennedy   : codename : Lancer

First Lady Jacqline Kennedy: codename:  Lace.

Bill Clinton: codename: Eagle.

Hillary Clinton: codename: Evergreen.

Chelsea(daughter) codename: Energy.

Barack Obama: codename: Renegade.

Michell Obama: codename: Renaissance.

Malia Obama: codename: Radiance.

Sasha Obama: codename: Rosebud.

Pope John Paul: codename: “Halo”.

The White House:codename: Olympus.

Mockingbird: codename: Recruitment of American Journalist for C.I.A. work.

Smiling Buddha: codename: for Pokhran-I,1974.The name chosen to indicate the ‘peaceful’nature of India’s nuclear ambitions.

…  and there is an endless list, explore for yourselves!






Saturday, 13 April 2013


Portmanteau or blends.

Portmanteau word is a combination of two words. There are two meanings packed into one word. Writers and speakers exercise creativity and come up with words that convey a new concept.

In other words a blended word that satisfactorily defines a feeling or a phenomenon that a single word could not express!

Some portmanteau words:

Workaholic: From Work and Alcoholic.

Oxbridge: from Oxford and Cambridge.

Smog      :           Smoke and Fog.

Motel      :            Motor and Hotel.

Infomercial:         Information and Commercial.

Pixel        :            Pic and Element.

Chillax     :             Chill and Relax.

Clopen     :            Clopen.

Chortle     :             Chuckle and Snort. (Lewis Carroll coined these in

Slithy        :            Slimy and Lithe.        Alice in Wonderland)

Fantabulous:           Fantastic and Fabulous.

Flavourite   :           Flavor and Favorite.

Sony          :             Sonus(Latin for sound) and Sonny(Slang for youngster.)

Verizon      :            Veritaz(Latin for truth.) and Horizon.

Ginormous  :           Gigantic and Enormous.

Greenwash  :            Green and Whitewash.

Hamwich     :           Ham and Sandwich.

Jazzercise    :            Jazz and Exercise.

Kidult          :            Kid and Adult.

Linner         :             Lunch and Dinner.

Lupper         :             Lunch and Supper.

Brunch         :             Breakfast and Lunch.

Mechantronics:          Mechanical and Electronics.

Mizzle          :            Mist and Drizzle.

Shart             :            Shit and Fart.

Skort             :            Skirt and Short.

Snark             :            Snide and Remark.

Swapportunity:           Swap and Opportunity.

Toonie           :             Two and Loonie.

Bollywood     :             Bombay and Hollywood.

Dramedy         :             Drama and Comedy.

Reigulous        :            Religious and Ridiculous.

Sacrilicious       :            Sacrilege. and Delicious.

Spork               :              Spoon and Fork.

Streetball          :              Street and Basketball.

Clamanto          :              Clam and Tomato juice.

Advertisement   :             Advertisement and Entertainment.

Humongous         :             Huge and Monstrous.

Austerical           :            Austerity and Hysterical.

Chinenglish   :  From Chinese and English.

Hinglish         :            Hindi and English.




Geep                :  From Goat and Sheep.(Progeny of)

Taigon             :            Tiger and Lion. (Progeny of )

Zeedonk           :            Zebra and Donkey.(Progeny of )

Wallaroo         :             Wallaby and Kangaroo.(Progeny of)

Wholphin.        :             Whale and Dolphin.(Progeny of)



Calexico        :  From California and Mexico.

Benelux         :            Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxembourg.


There are so many of these that have made their way into the English language. The blend of words that are formed by merging the  sounds  and meanings of two or more words sure is  interesting!



Monday, 1 April 2013


Reading through the Sunday Times Of India I came upon this touching piece, in the Times Curator section that brings a weekly pick of stimulating ideas and opinions that have appeared in other media, online and offline.The caption is ‘Dying soldier calls for farewell to arms’

Tomas Young is one of the war’s casualties. He enlisted in the American military soon after the 9/11 attacks. On his 5th day of deployment in Iraq, he was shot in the spine. The paraplegic Young was the first to speak out against the Iraq war. Now Young is dying, as a result of medical complications from his war wounds. He has written his final letter to his Masters of war. “I write this letter, my last letter to you, Mr Bush and Mr.Cheney. I write this not because I think you grasp the terrible human and moral consequences of your lies, manipulations and thirst for wealth and power. I write this letter because, before my own death, I want to make it clear that I, and hundreds and thousands of my fellow veterans, along with millions of my fellow citizens, along with hundreds of millions more in Iraq and the Middle East, know fully who you are and what you have done. You may evade justice but in our eyes you are each guilty of egregious war crimes, of plunder and finally, of murder, including the murder of thousands of young Americans- my fellow veterans- whose future you stole. ”

I can’t agree more with his line of thought. The futility of  internal strife and  wars. It’s all  because of giant size ‘ego’ of man.Wars are nothing more than plunder,  murder, manipulations and thirst for wealth and power!

Wake up man!

Stop the mayhem!

Friday, 29 March 2013

A translation of Munshi Premchand's "Eidgah"

Eidgah …A moving  story by Munshi Prem Chand

After thirty days of  Ramzan (fasting) came Eid. How balmy how pleasant was the Eid morning.

The trees were strangely green, there was a indefinable activity in the fields, the skies too had a strange reddish tinge.

Look at today’s sun it looked so endearing and calm seemed as though it was greeting the entire world on the day of Eid .

There was a flurry of activity in the village .Preparations were afoot to go for Idgah at the nearby township which was five  kms  away. Someone was rushing to the neighbour’s house to get needle and thread to sew the missing button on his shirt, somebody’s shoe had become hard , he rushed to get some oil from the general provision  store to apply in them to soften them. Hurriedly the cattle were given water etc since their return  would take  a few hours. 5 of walking distance, meeting hundreds of people, certainly it would get late.

Children are the most excited today. Fasting is for the adults yet some child has kept one fast that too till the afternoon, most have kept none. Going to Idgah is happiness a part of their reward! The definition of Id  for the children is C e l e b r a t i o n! Everyday they parrot the word Id –  today is the day! Excited they are in a hurry to leave and cannot understand the delay the adults are causing. They are not burdened with the problems of the home  and the hearth. For them it is not to worry about the milk , sugar for making the special sweet dish Saviyan,which they will relish anyway. They are oblivious of the fact as to why their father is running to Quamat Ali’s house and the lurking danger if he refuses to lend money their Eid might transform to Muharram!They are happy in the thought that their pockets are full of ‘Kuber’s’’ treasure. They count it countless times and return it to their pockets.Mehmood counts 1,2..,10..,12. He has 12 paise.Mohsin has 1,2,3,…8,9…15paise! Happiest of them all is Hamid. He is a 4-5 year old with a poverty stricken face, lean and thin, whose father died of cholera the previous  year  and his  mother died of jaundice she gradually turned yellow and withered away. Hamid is   happy to be with  his grandma  and enjoys  his heavenly sleep in Amina’s  lap.

Amina ‘s  heart is saddened .All the children were going to town with their fathers’. Thoughts of his wellbeing coursed through her mind. How should  she send him alone? What if he gets lost in the crowd?  No, she wouldn’t allow him to go…the delicate darling .How would he walk such a long distance ?Bare feet his  feet would be riddled with blisters, as he did not have a pair of shoes. She thought it was she after all who was his father so she’d pick him up after every little while .But the who’d cook the sweet dish for him. Had there been enough money, she would have bought all the ingredients on their return from the Idgah and cooked it in an instant. In the present circumstances it would take hours since asking or borrowing was the only option available to collect all the ingredients.

She had saved 8 annas for today .This she had got as a remuneration for stitching clothes for Falima.However the previous day the milkmaid insisted on being paid 6 annas . Amina bought two paisa worth of milk the least she could afford for Hamid everyday. Today she had just 2 annas .Out of which 3 paisa went as pocket money for the day and 5 paisa went into her purse. Only Allah would ferry them across the day. For penury should not come in the way of the annual festival’s festivities! She prayed for the smooth passing off the day for Hamid.

The group from the village started towards the town in a festive mood .Hamid in his excitement almost felt he had wings on his feet. Tirelessly he’d run and overtake them all. He then would wait under some shady tree waiting for the slow coaches to catch up!

Slowly the precincts of the township came into view .On either side of the road were cemented walls surrounding litchi orchards and mango groves of the rich. The trees were laden with mangoes.Mischevious boys  pick up a stone and aim at the mangoes. The teased gardener  comes out venting his spleen. The boys are  amused at fooling the gardener since they are nearly a furlong away .

Moving on, the group comes upon well decorated  sweets  making shops. Each store has

tons of sweets. The children wonder, who eats so many sweets? An   answer to that was that at night a jinn comes and buys them all. Another child knowledgeably answers that a man comes in the dead of night and buys all the unsold provisions, and buys it with real Rupees.Hamid finds it difficult to believe and wonders where would the  jinn get real Rupees.

The group moves on and they enter the populated part where the humdrum of the town can be experienced. Many a groups are moving onwards the Eidgah. They are in their Sunday best, wearing new shimmering dresses.  The waft of their perfume (iter) is permeating its sweet smell in the air. Some are on tongas, some in motor cars. Each is heart is filled with joy. They are wonderstruck and ogle at each object which they find strange, unmindful of the persistent honking of the motors. Hamid almost came under one.

Eventually the Idgah came into sight. On it was the shade of a Tamarind tree. The floor was cemented and a rug was spread on it. There were symmetrical lines of males mostly who had kept fast. There was no place in the front row. New batches of people take their positions in the last line. A picture of equality in practice. There is no distinction of status of the rich and poor, high or low. The organization and co-ordination is exemplery.Thousands of heads bow down rhythmically in perfect synchronization .It seems as lakhs of bulbs are illuminated in one go and in another is switched off! This sequence goes on and on. The sight is unimaginable, incomparable, the perfect co-ordination, of doing the actions is effortless,elaborate, endless in a harmony. The heart fills up with awe, pride and pleasure. It seems as though the thread of brotherhood is strung through all their souls and held them together. The Namaz is finally over. The people hug and greet each other. The namaz is finally over.

Time to visit the shops-toys and sweets …The fair is in full swing. There is a giant wheel one can take a ride after paying one paisa. Sometimes one feels you are reaching for the skies and sometimes the feeling of dropping to the ground. There is a merry-go-round on which wooden elephants, horses and camels are hanging from the iron poles.  One paisa and take twenty five rounds.Mehmood, Mohsin, Noorie and Sami took these rides. Hamid is standing at a distance mulling over the prospect of spending his  3 paisa. To give 1/3 of his treasure  for rides? No he cannot part with it for just a few rounds! All dismount from the merry-go-round

All of them  now move towards the line of toy shops. There are many types of toys- Soldier, King, Water Carrier, Washer woman and  Sadhu. Wow! Such beautifully crafted toys, so lifelike as if they would like to speak out their mind.

Ahmed bought a soldier dressed in khaki uniform and  red cap with a rifle on his shoulder, seems like he is just coming in from a parade looking so happy! Perhaps singing a song. Mohsin is taken in by the life like water carrier, his back bent with the weight of the leather bag , holding the mouth of the bag ready to open it for releasing water from his bag. Noorie was all for the lawyer, intellect written on his face, smartly dressed in a black with a white coat and in his pocket a watch with a golden chain which was dangling on his coat. It seemed he was just returning after a hearing in the court. All these toys were valued at two paisa.

Hamid has only three paisa, how could he spend on such expensive perishable clay toy. If it slips it will break into a thousand pieces. If a little water touches it the colour would run. What would he do with such a toy? What was the use? After all they were made of clay and would shatter if they accidently fell. Yet he eyes them with longing eyes! His innermost urge is to hold them for a while. He tries to snatch them,  but the boys are faster. The yearning for them is intense.

After the toys  the group turned to the food shops selling a variety  of sweets.Some bought ‘Rewaries’ (a sweet made with jaggery and sesame seeds), some bought ‘Gulabjamun’, and some others ‘Sohan Halwa’.

Lined after the toy shops were shops selling iron commodities,  artificial jewellry,etc. Since these held no attraction for the boys they moved on. Hamid stopped at the ironsmiths. The innumerable pair of tongs lined in the store caught his eye. Images of his grandma’s burnt fingers while baking ‘rotis’ flooded his mind. His grandma had no tongs. ‘What if he takes one along?’ ‘Won’t she be thrilled ?’

‘It would  be a useful gadget at home.’ ‘What is the use of toys?’ Uselessly he’d be wasting money on them. It just a transient happiness. Perhaps even before he reaches home the toy might break.

Deep in his thoughts he mulled over the many benefits of  owning a pair of tongs .Firstly, rotis could be picked up from the hot plate on the fire. Secondly, rotis can be baked directly on the fire. Thirdly if someone comes asking  for fire,  a burning  red hot coal can be easily lifted from the owen  and handed over.   Though Ammi burnt her hand practically everyday yet for lack of time and dearth of  money she did not go to the market.

He could see his friends drinking ‘sherbet’ at the soft drink shop. Negative thoughts surged in his heart. “  See  how greedy they all are. They bought so many sweets and no one shared even one with me. I’ll question them when they will ask me to play with them or they ask me to run errands for them. If they eat sweets, let them …their gums will be infested with germs, …boils will cover their faces…their tongue will get addicted to the sweets. They’ll steal money from their homes to satisfy their urge and  for this they will get a sound beating. The books do not lie .Why should I let my tongue get out of hand? (indiscipline)”

  After dwelling on the rotten behavior of his friends in minute details he now turned his day dreaming to his grandma. “Ammi will run and take the tongs from my hand and say my child how thoughtful.  She  will then give  me a thousand blessings. The she will show it to the neighborhood women. The whole village will appreciate the fact that Hamid bought a pair of tons, what a caring boy is  he? Who is going to bless them for their toys? It is said that the blessings of the elders reach the kingdom of Allah and is heard immediately! ‘I’ll give them a piece of my mind’.’ Let them laugh for all that I care’. ‘Let them play with toys eat sweets’.’ I don’t play with their toys hence why should I stand nonsense! ‘Even though I am poor I don’t go and beg from anyone’. One day my father will come back to me, sometime or other mother too will come then I’ll ask them ,‘How many toys  will you take?’ I’ll give them each a  basketful of toys and teach them how to behave with friends. It is not done that you buy sweets and show-off while eating each one of them.” With such vicious thoughts coursing through his mind, he enquired the price from the shopkepper.The shopkeeper looked up at him and finding no adult in attendance, replied that it was not for him. “Is it not for sale?”Hamid persisted. “Of’ course, why do you think I have displayed them all?” answered the shopkeeper. Hamid ,“then why don’t you disclose the price?” Six Paisa ,answered the shopkeeper. Hamid’s heart sank. Haggling he asked for a reasonable price. Well! Five paisa and that’s final. replied the shopkepper.Hamid gathered  his wits  and bargaining further asked him he would take three paisa and walked away without waiting to hear the shopkeeper’s expected snide remarks. The shopkeeper simply called him and handed him the pair of tongs.

Hamid was pleased with his victory. He placed it on his shoulder like a gun and marched smartly with confidence towards his friends. Mohsin laughed and rebuked hin saying: “crazy, why have you bought this? What will you do with this?” Hamid threw the tongs on the floor and challenged him to do the same with his water carrier. “…all his entrails will come out” he said.

Mehmood sneeringly asked him “…is the tongs a toy?” Hamid counter questioned him asking him how was it not a toy? He explained that when he kept it on his shoulder it is like a rifle. When he held it in his hands it like is a native musical instrument called ‘Chimta’ . If he desired  then in one stroke he could finish all the toys. All the toys put together could not harm his tongs! My pair of tongs is  a brave lion!

Sumee had bought a tambourine .So intrigued he was by the qualities of the wonder tongs that he wanted to exchange it. He pleaded the exchange by saying “…it is for two annas, pretty expensive.” Hamid was in no mood to relent. He further maintained the superiority of his tongs by emphasizing that it could tear his instrument apart. All it had was a thin layer of leather, that took out a sound “dab, dab.” A little water would ruin it’s sound quality. “Fire, water, storm will not affect my brave pair of tongs” he declared.

His pair of tongs had become a cynosure of all interest. By now each child had exhausted his treasure , moreover they had moved out of the fair grounds. The balmy sun had turned hot and bright. If they pestered their father they might get it but it was a long way home. Hamid had been so clever. The blackguard had saved his money for the wonderful gadget.

Hamid got the reverence and adulation that a winner gets from the losers. The others had spent  three-three, four-four paisa but did not buy anything worthwhile. The truth was that Hamid’s pair of tongs was durable as compared to their perishable toys.

Rules of reconciliation were worked out.Mohsin said, “Let me have a look at your tongs while you can hold my water carrier.”Mehmood and Noora also followed suit. Hamid was happy with the arrangement. The pair of tongs was examined by each of his friends, while he held their toy, fascinated by their beautiful craftsmanship. Satisfied after holding the toys for a while, Hamid tried to pacify the losers declaring that he was just teasing them. There was absolutely no comparison between the iron pair of tongs and the delightful toys. His friends were simply not ready to buy that explanation. The leadership of the pair of tongs had been established. The stamp that had been stuck on paper could not be removed with water.

Mohsin perceived that no one would bless them for the toys. Mehmood  added that, what to talk of blessings, his mother would admonish saying,  “All what you could in the fair is this toy made out of clay?” Hamid however agreed to their point of view that nobody’s mother would be as happy as his grandmother. He had indeed made a wise purchase with only three paisa.  And now his tongs was ‘Rustam-e-Hind’( Emperor of Hindustan.) On the way to their village Mehmood was hungry. His father gave him some bananas, which he shared only with Hamid.  It was a sort of offering to the tongs!

They returned  at 11a.m. spreading  a wave of excitement  in the entire village!

Mohsin’s younger sister came running and snatched the water carrier from his hands and jumped with joy!...that was the end  of the water carrier as he fell on  the floor. The brother sister duo hit each other and cried. Their mother on hearing the ruckus scolded them and  gave  two slaps to each of them.

Noorie’s lawyer met his end in a dignified way. Two nails were driven into the wall and a plank was set on them, a paper carpet was spread, and the lawyer was ceremoniously placed on it like the King(Raja Bhoja).Noore started fanning him- whether the breeze from the fan or a knock from it sent the lawyer crashing down! His gown made out of mud merged with mud.

Mehmood tripped, his soldier lost a leg. He broke the other leg of his so that at least he could now sit at one place.

Now listen to Hamid’s story. On hearing his voice Amina ran out and lovingly took him up in her lap. She was startled to see a pair of tongs in his hand.

Amina:” Where was these pair of tongs”?

Hamid: “I bought it.”

Amina: “How much?”

Hamid:  I paid three paisa.”

Amina lost her cool .She castigated him called him a fool as to have remained hungry for so long. In the whole fair could he  get hold of nothing but an innocuous iron pair of tongs.

Hamid replied as if he had committed a crime. “I bought this because your fingers got burnt on the hot plate.”

 The old woman’s anger turned into extreme love. Words failed her to express her emotions. The child had  sacrificed so much, there was  so much of empathy in him, so thoughtful, understanding. She could fathom how he must’ve felt while the other children were being children and spending on toys and eating sweets. How much must he have longed for the toys and eatables. From where did he find so much self-control. Even  in the midst of fun and frolic of the fair, she was uppermost on  his mind . She was taken in by his concern for her. Her heart melted!

A surprising thing happened, more magical than the pair of tongs episode. The child Hamid had played the part of old Hamid.Old Amina became child Amina.She started crying. Through tears streaming on her face she invoked God to shower his choicest blessings on him. This reaction was a mystery beyond the comprehension of Hamid!




Wednesday, 27 March 2013


Two celebrations this day today!

My little sister’s B’day and Happy Holi!

In around 63 countries of the world the arrival of spring is welcomed with a holi like colourful festival. (Find out the names for yourselves if you’re  curious!)

Holi time, time to press door bells, time to cajole people to come out of their houses and join in the revelry, the ensuing laughter, screaming, shouting, yelling loud talking, friendly targeting of  water balloons, spurting colours with water guns/ rifles. If one wants to bury the hatchet, what better  time than this holi festival. Time to hug each other and forget one’s grouses. The hullabaloo to the beat of the drums! All this and more a part of Holi celebrations which begins with stockpiling the ammunition of various colours and filling balloons with water !In the morning usually the celebration is with wet colours.The bubbly laughter that gurgles up when the expected balloon comes and hits you. The screeching and shouting when all your pleading of not throwing coloured water falls on deaf ears and you are soaked, stung  to do a quick retaliation. Evening it is with Gulal i.e. with dry colours.One has to see the magic of smearing or even putting a little dot on the forehead or cheeks of an acquaintance. The face lights up into an enchanting and an endearing smile. One can only experience the depth of feeling by the actual exchange of applying the dry colour(gulal).

For those who like to stay indoors the Television keeps them entertained with Holi songs from movies-Hindi and regional. The scale of celebration depicted there is phenomenal.

Parents start the day by preparing their kids for partaking in the celebrations. Dressing them with suitable clothes that they can discard later. Smearing crème or oil  to protect their delicate skins from synthetic colours, and also save themselves the trouble of hours of scrubbing them off their colour.

The event is celebrated on the basis of a Hindu   mythological tale revolving round Hiranyakashyap, his sister Holika and son Prahalad. However today the festival does not belong to  any one caste creed or religion. It is for anyone who is happy to be happy!

It is imbibed into the culture of our country. It is a day to welcome the spring in all it’s splendour. There is a melody in the winds whispering their good wishes. There is a light headedness all around. Children and all those who have the child in them alive are agog with excitement. No wonder it is called “playing holi.” It seems as though a  new energy  is coursing through their being. So infectious is the enthusiasm  that even the non- players  and severe critics of the festival calling it the dirty festival and giving in  minute detail the flip side of the festival, when caught unawares  end up smiling ear to ear and cribbing join the band wagon! Such is the power of holi.

Gujjias, Malpuas are the special sweets that mark the day.

Looking like real rainbows we take our car and go for a ride to see the world around. It looks flamboyant with the flavour of merry making here,  there and everywhere!

The cherry on the icing is the pictures that one randomly clicked…of weirdest of poses, ludicrous expressions, unrecognizable faces with an amazing art work of a riot of colours! Happy Holi!



Wednesday, 13 March 2013


Premchand was born in a village named Lamhi in the town Varanasi in North India. After his schooling he completed his graduation after a lot of trials and tribulations. He started writing at the age of 21. Initially he started writing in Urdu under the pen name Nawab Rai.In 1910 he published  his Urdu stories in a collection ‘Sozewatan’. This collection of his was seized by the British government.

His life took a new turn from there. He switched over to Hindi and started writing under the name Premchand.The name got immortalized in Hindi writings.

In 1920 he  gave up his government job. This was the time when the Non-cooperation movement was started against the British colonial rule. This had a deep impact on Premchand’s writings.

He established the Saraswati Press. In 1930 he started editing the Hans magazine.

He wrote about three hundred stories. He wrote many novels and thought provoking essays.Godan, Gaban, Rangbhumi, Nirmala are some of his famous novels.

As opposed to tenderness and emotion aplenty in the  contemporary Bengali literature, his writings leaned towards  stark social realism.

His major works have dealt with social issues such as poverty, zamindar exploitation, dowry system, educational reform and political oppresion.He also focused on the economic liberalization of the peasantry, with the commercialization of Indian agriculture. He was opposed to rapid industrialsation which he felt would hurt the interest of the workers.

Munshi Premchand is considered Hindi literature’s world famous writer. His stories are simple, interesting with moral lessons. With his colloquial and idiomatic language he makes a deep impact on the mind of the reader. His writings entertain as well as educate the readers into becoming humble, honest and responsible towards society. Viewed from this angle his angle his writings are very useful.

Monday, 11 March 2013



The slurpulucious snack of North India is the humble Samosa. It is prepared with tasty potato preparation wrapped in a triangular shaped casing made out of refined flour dough and then deep fried. They come in all sizes huge, medium, small, and bite size. It has

a singular taste that is second to none.

It is easy on the pocket and fills the tummy …and sometimes inflates it into a paunch! So beware.

It is a meal for the poor who have a samosa with tea. I use to rave about them, overeating, much to my parent’s horror! It is a favorite snack for thousands of Indians! It is known as Singhara in Bihar, perhaps because it resembles a water fruit by the same name.  Really it is a great snack along  with  steaming cups of tea.

I was delighted to read an article in  the  periodical Span of January/February 2013. It says that one finds a version of this mouthwatering snack in every country in every cuisine by different names- an empanada, a calzone, a Cornish pastry, a dumpling, a  spanakopita.

The Indians settled abroad generally offer samosas as party appetizers along with different dips. (chutneys).

Samosa has been adopted and adapted by the North American sub-continent. They have modified it  and made it their own.

The contents of the samosas  have got creative…minced meat, chicken, crab, mushroom, peanut butter, pumpkin, nutella, peas, lentils, farm fresh veggies, feta samosa, lamb shawarma and what have you?But believe me, the hot,  spicey,old school potato takes the cake! So  Beat it!



Sunday, 3 March 2013



As the bus neared the Heritage Park I was struck by the sight of a fleet of yellow buses there. My driver (I was the sole occupant of the bus ) told me that it was the patroller’s day .7000 School Safety  Patrollers who keep  others safe , were to be thanked in an appreciation ceremony powered by the Alberta Motor Association and The Calgary Police Force .My heart lifted as I am fond of moving in a crowd of happy yelling laughing humans particularly at the tourists sites especially when I am on my own ,as the excitement is catchy.

Suddenly I felt at home . I made my way to the ticket counter and  since it was already afternoon I thought I’d forgo the ticket for the rides . I was pleasantly surprised when the young lady  at the ticket counter stamped me for the rides .The usherer the lady at the ticket counter and other staff there seemed to be out of the book of‘Little Women ’the Megs..the Jos …the Beths… the Amys…seemed to be all over the place giving a feminine delicate  dramatic  touch to the scene ‘How the West Was Once’ They went about their office  with  flouncing skirts and full sleeved blouses.  I discovered the entire staff there were  suitably dressed in historic costumes looking dignified in their attire. Patiently with happy interested expressions  answering the queries of the visitors .

The park is located in 127 acres of land on the banks of Glenmore Reservoir along Calgary’s South Western edge .

The Park is divided into 4 distinct areas reflecting different time periods in Western Canada’s history.

1.The Hudson Bay Company’s Fur trading fort-1864 .

2.Pre Railway Settlement Village 1880

3.The Railway Prairie Town  1910.

4. Newly opened Heritage Town Square depicting 1930’s and 1950’s.

At the entrance is the Gasoline  Alley Museum .It is any vintage  car lovers delight. It houses one of the best collections of restored antique vehicles ,also gas pumps .Here the kids can take a road test and can get their own drivers liscence!The children were crowded round the place .I made a beeline to the steam train that circles the  village  on one mile of track. For the ticket I flashed my stamp to the conductor looking smart in his uniform , dutifully ushered me into the coach .I took my seat near the window ,I settled down comfortably excited to see the entire historical village in locomotion! The guard blew the whistle and we were cautioned to sit firmly and thus started the noisy train. It stopped at the stipulated stations Midanpore Station where I boarded the train, Shepard Station and Laggan Station where some  passengers alighted and some boarded the train. I sat on and watched the fun! the excitement of my co passengers . While circling the village I saw the shimmering expanse of the reservoir with the picture perfect Paddlewheeler.The windmill .Saw the horses in their stable , the wigwam, marked on my map as Aboriginal Encampment..Also saw the Shont’s Grain Elevator ..a true prairie icon of 1909 their size and numbers signified a districts productivity and influence. We crossed the Burnside Ranch House ,a ranch house was the centre of Western hospitality ,offering a lifestyle of simple comforts devoid of pretense.

Had I not been short of time I would have taken another ride .Deboarded the train , happily waved to no one in particular and stood in the queue for boarding the S.S.MOYIE Paddle wheeler .At the Boat Dock  the paddle wheeler was untied by a  lady.

I was told that  it is a steamship which was  included in the Canadian Pacific Railway transportation network . The paddle wheeler  is environment friendly .The hydraulic motor uses a water soluble glycol fluid. It was double Decker full of children racing up and down the wooden staircase. I cautioned a few for the fear that they might fall off. I finally stood at the bow on the deck   where I witnessed a hilarious scene . A boy coaxed a friend of his to strike the famous Rose pose from the Titanic and as he spread his hands he tickled him and both went down on the floor rocking with laughter believe me it was so infectious. I saw a lot of greenery I consulted my guide leaflet and found it was 1860’s fur trading area . There was a lively bustle of people  around that place. For 200 years Western Canada’s economy was based on bartering furs for factory goods. I knew I could not see it for want of time and energy both. It was a bright sunny day and it seemed there were a billion stars in the reservoir, each little wavelet reflecting the sun. The sunshine wind and laughter all lifted my heart.  Downstairs there was a parlor like room with old black and white photographs .

I decided against a ride on the Ferris wheel since there was a long wait with a lot of eager kids .

Off I went to experience  the Village of 1910. It was so absorbing that time just flew! I walked down and saw a few homes to the folks of the bygone era . Mostly they were double storied .On the ground floor there were kitchen, dinning area, bathroom ,parlor ,upstairs were the bedrooms with a children’s room which was done up with dolls houses and some had a dolls tea party laid out it was so cute! One room was a seamstress room where beautifully home stitched dresses were out on display on the hangers .The houses were neat clean, aesthetically decorated .Most of them had framed pictures  In every house was a ‘Little Woman ‘ they  looked so authentic that one got a feel of actually meeting the lady of the house of the  bygone era!

I saw a never ending stream of kids going in and coming out from this particular building when I got close I found out it was the Vulcan Ice Cream Parlour.where they made ice cream the old fashioned way .

I went into the post office and telephone exchange office, Saw how the old fashioned switch board operates. Here  stamps, post office ,pens and gifts were for sale.

I entered theFletts  Blacksmith shop , there were numerous horse shoes stacked .I asked the duo there were so many horseshoes for Luck one smiled and said yes. And then he got busy with his envil,hammer and fire the three of the important tools of any blacksmith. He told me that there were woman blacksmiths too .Because most businesses  were family run, therefore everyone in the family helped with the workload..Whether they ran a farm, printing press or a blacksmith’s forge ..

There was  a board saying  no one allowed below 16 years of age .Curious I walked in .There were 5,6 snooker tables in the room . The attendant there explained that they were the original tables from the bygone era ,just a precautionary measure against anyone ruining them. .It was the Baron’s Snooker Parlour 1910. Imagine the shopname  on the entrance I missed and an innocuous looking cardboard placard caught my eye!

Next I entered the The Standard Newspaper Office that houses a fully operational printing press. As I entered the gentleman there explained the working, its importance ,told me about the importance of weekly newspapers while strengthening the bonds of community ,linked the small western towns to the world. Then he went on to print a newspaper , which I took as a souvenir for 25cents .

I went to the Alberta Bakery and sampled their famed  butter tarts, based on the  1900 recipe !At the Nightingale Colony House  at around 3 p.m there was a crowd to watch Butter Making the old fashioned way.  

The rectory had a small library ,a parlour.

The church was next door a young lady was standing and  sweeping it with a broom .She  posed for a picture also she told me that religion was a cornerstone of pioneer life and most settlers were happy to contribute money or labour to build their first church…St.Martin’s Church.

Lovely music was emanating from the Canmore Opera House.1898.I did not go inside.

Wing Chong Laundry was a well organized one . Pretty interesting.!

Also visited the Cottage Hospital with Doctor and nurses there.

In the Weedon School met the school master who taught all subjects .

At the police station the officer modeled his uniform  his gun baton and all for my video.. I found it so cute! He showed me the lock up too.

At about 4 p.m I sat on a bench to make a call to my brother to continue our onward journey to Edmonton …the capital of Alberta. Good humouredly and full of concern a couple  greeted me saying it sure is a hard day with managing the young students .They mistook me for a teacher . I gave a friendly nod !

On my way out went into  the synagogue  of the 1916.

At around 5 p.m.closing time the students were rounded up sort of marched in lines along with the teachers to their respective buses. I waited at the Heritage Town square where  my brother was waiting .We went into the gifts and shopping centre picked up some curios  .After filming a few videos we were on our way to the capital …I had so much to share …he caught on the excitement and declared that next time he visits Calgary he would experience the historical village himself!