BARAAT BAND BAJA by BRIJKAUL

On

19th October many many years gone

by

with Baraat Band ‘Baja’

I became Raja

bedecked in typical Groom attire

the king of my sweet heart

on

a trail to wed the soothing bride

with

scintillating sensuous sparkling visage

beauty so heart warming

falling

for her prince charming.

winsome smile voice sounding

with the twang of her

nose.

Forty four years wafted like a whiff

of fresh scent of rose

years wear on

and on and on

snuggling twitching tingling playing

about the passionate moments

mingle into sensuous trance

culminating into fulsome

love and dance.

years wear on

and on and on

from evening to dawn

we love to trudge upon

long verdure stretches

and unknown sights

in the starry moonlit

nights.

     we hobnob with people

  of taste and love.

years wear on

and on and on

wife

not an apostle of lust

but temple of trust

A bed of flowers

canopy of blessings

companion of comforts

  for all the times .

cloudy or sunny.

marriage is cauldron of

love. love and only

love.

years wear on

and on and on

with

Baraat Band Baja

I became Raja.

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PUNE THE CITY OF DREAMS by BrijKaul

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Pune  The most liveable city.

On the clear October afternoon day 2019, I visited a small hillock on the side of Parvati in Pune for spending an hour or so in peace and tranquility.

This is the place one can have an overview of almost entire city swathed in greenery of monsoon rains.

Below me the city with its criss -cross bazaars, blaring horns, the grisly roads with open drainage culminating towards swollen rivers, looked a sprawling one. The skyline has assumed alarming proportions.

The city looked gorgeously green .

I could see one more distant range of hills followed by a stretch of plains, a fascinating view.

The clouds started gathering and the sky was overcast .

A loud growling followed by a lightening , instantly it began to rain, a cold steel rain.

I took to my heels literally and did not give hoots to the beautiful surroundings, but hurried to get on to main road and continued to walk on looking for a cover to avoid being drenched in the awful spattering rains. The chaotic traffic of cars, two wheelers ,where every vehicle was trying to overtake the other ,the honking of horns plunging the street into deafening noise center much to the displeasure of pedestrians.

Among the generality of Indian males ,I am medium sized—five feet five ,very wide of shoulder and eventually because of my size I could take brisk strides and run in between the thickly rains for getting on to take refuge under a cover.

I did manage to stand in the corner of a sweet shop. There was a sizable crowd already, a couple making way for me with a wry smile. Puneites are friendly people and very conciliatory especially to senior citizens.

The rains continued pouring down and did not seem to abate at all.

Recently Pune had rains without any warning and the city almost got drowned with hundreds of vehicles being carried away in the fierce rains and the winds that was not less than any hurricane.

I watched the dripping trees and the clouds coming down over the distant valley giving it a hazy look all around.

As I was standing waiting for rains to stop,I heard someone calling me not far away “ kaul sahib, kaul sahib here I am Prasad”

I saw a tall hefty man coming towards me and standing face to face, I stared at him with a glimmer of remembrance in my eyes ,I recognized him instantly. “ hello Prasad how are you here.” I asked, little puzzled. He was carrying an umberalla big enough to take me underneath.

we walked into a nearby restaurant for a strong sweet tea with hot Kachoris.

“ So Prasad tell me what are you doing now.”I said with a beaming smile. “ ah! cannot believe seeing you after 35 years.it is amazing unbelievable” I continued startled .

“Me too “ Prasad replied with a guffaw.

Prasad was my head inspector in Jg glass factory long back in 1970’S, good at job and a great singer. He was handsome tall with wrestler’s body having six pack muscles, very affable in nature, a pleasant lively smile lit up his face all the time.

I being the head of quality department, he was very obedient and respectful subordinate.

we had a long conversation over a few steaming cups of teas.

“ I could educate my only son to be an engineer and he has become GM of an MNC from Germany, kaul sir” he declared with some sense of pride.

“ you can call me kaul only ,no need to say sir Mr Prasad. you are my friend and one time colleague’ I corrected him

“ no kaul sahib you are my sir all the time. It was your constant drumming that motivated me to educate my son Ravinder.” He said apologetically.

“ do you still sing? “

“ yes I do “

“can you sing that Rajesh khanna song” I asked

and he started singing in his profoundly melodous voice.

“ Tum ne kaajal lagaya Din mein Raat ho gayi chup gaye Tare nazare oye kya baat ho gayi .”

The other guests turned their heads to listen him and cheered him for his singing the Bolly -wood block buster of yesteryears.

As Prasad emerged a singing celebrity in the small crowd ,engrossed in the new found fame,  I went into a reverie to ramble through my memories about my first encounter with bright and beautiful Pune.

I walked into Pune ,the city of my dreams, ‘Pensioner’s Paradise’ , ‘the queen of Deccan’ as popularly called those days, on 21st june 1961 to look after my ailing sister shanta whom I called fondly Bengashi. 

My father had coaxed and cajoled me to take the vexed long trip to assist my brother in law Raj nath Wakhaloo ,who had moved into the city in 1959 on Govt of India assignment in Post and Telegraph Pune division. Raj nath ji popularly known as Wakhaloo Sahib, a typical Kashmiri Brahmin, tall handsome ,with chiselled features a long straight nose , dimpled chin ,liked the city and its people , its mild climate and hilly topography .

My brother in law, JEEJAJI, was waiting for me in the pleasant morning at the Pune station.

I walked the platform and hugged him ,thanking him profusely for coming to greet me in the early morning.

We went to home ,a small low ceiling ill ventilated one room rented apartment in Soomwar-peth in the city. His office was at a stone’s throw from the residence hence the choice of hiring that apartment.

After dropping my luggage, and having a hurried brief breakfast ,we drove down to the Dr Karve Clinic at the foothills of Parvati ,where my sister Bengashi was admitted. My sister was glad to see me and hugged me intensely, the tears flowing down her cheeks profusely.

she was having clot on the lower leg and being under treatment of DR KARVE, one of the best doctors of Pune at that time.

I was supposed to look after my sister as my brother in law J e e j a j i was attending office.

I successfully completed my assignment to my best ability, looking after my beloved sister with ease and comfort. Went to Kashmir back after nearly two months.

At that time I could have n e v e r imagined Pune would be my permanent home town some day.

As providence would have it I got my first job in Pune as management trainee way back in 1970 in a glass container manufacturing unit after great efforts and started liking to live in Pune.

My sister’s prayers worked for my settlement .

I lived in Meera Society near Shanker Seth road, a new decent colony with built in spacious apartments of most advanced building technology.

Here I struck acquaintance with Mr Pran Tickoo working as a senior engineer in Tata Locomative engineering company . We soon became great pals and spent lot of good time together ,mostly enjoying ‘Boti kababs’, ‘tandoori chicken’ and many niceties at Dipen’s barbaquee run by an affable Punjabi couple close to Petrol pump on Shanker Seth road. Pran  Tickooji had flair for attending to social activities and displayed leadership qualities and enjoyed doing so very much. Currently associated with many such social platforms  contributing his mite to the good of society. 

Pune city was very alluring beautiful with almost no traffic and big broad roads ,having hilly background with trees all along the routes making beautiful long avenues to look at.

It had shades of my Srinagar city ,with Parvati hill standing in the heart of city like Hari Parbat of Srinagar city. The pleasant weather was one more similarity to my Kashmir.

Pune is the second largest city in Maharashtra after Mumbai, with nearly 5.05 miliion population currently. Situated 1840 feet above sea level on the Deccan plateau on the right bank of Mutha river.

Pune has profound no of Nicknames ‘ Oxford of East’ ‘ Queen of Deccan ‘ so on and so forth

with its cool sizzling climate, vibrant greens adding tantalizing serenity to the Nature, Pune stands out a thriving city to live in .

Pune is always young with its young student population, and is nerve center of arts crafts ,offering opportunities for jobs, research and has been a commercial hub for many industries.

 

I woke up from my reverie and called for Prasad ,who seemed completely absorbed and enjoying the new found popularity.

“shall we make a move now” I blurted out to Prasad .

“yes sir yes sir” he replied briefly.

The rains had stopped and I looked for an auto rickshaw to take me to my residence in Bibwewadi.

Prasad called for one and I squeezed in and it zoomed away without allowing me even to say goodbye, with a foreboding of having seen Prasad for the last time.

 

TRUMP BUMPS ON THE ROPE OF IMPEACHMENT INQUIRY. BY BRIJ KAUL

Trump Donald and his coterie were taken aback by the swift rapid move of House Speaker Nancy Pelosis towards impeachment inquiry of President Trump.

President Trump is best being described as egomaniac—egocentric ,would like to see everything revolving around him.

“Let me tell you, the one that matters is me,” Trump said in an interview that aired on Fox News in November 2017. “I’m the only one that matters.”

That hubris finally caught up with Trump this week when in his nonchalant style he authorized to release the transcript of his july call with Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky,that implies in clear terms ,the effort by an American President to pressuarise a foreign leader to look into corruption allegations against a potential 2020 opponent candidate former vice president Joe Bidden ,and his son,Hunter.

The transcript sent shock waves across the political spectre of America, forcing the Republicans to keep almost in hiding to avoid controversial statements, whereas the Democrats were emboldened to stick to their announcement of plans to conduct formal impeachment inquiry against the President Trump.

however on Tuesday following House speaker Nancy Pelosisi’s announcement holding impeachment inquiry,the decision spurred number of questions among Americans across the country about the process and whether Trump could get run for re-election etc.

“The facts changed the situation and they cannot be ignored,” Pelosi said Friday during the interview. “We weigh the equities—I never thought he was worth it.”

 

The American Constitution says impeachment can happen for these reasons:“The President, Vice President and all civil Officers of the United States, shall be removed from Office on Impeachment for, and Conviction of, Treason, Bribery, or other high Crimes and Misdemeanors.””

But the Constitution experts left it open for lawmakers to decide in the moment how to define that. Which means Congress can define “high crimes and misdemeanors” however it wants, and it doesn’t have to be an actual crime. I think it’s important to remember impeachment is a political process, not a criminal one. , It’s also the only way to punish a president, given there’s a decades-old legal theory that a sitting president can’t be indicted.

According to CNN’S NEW NATIONAL POLL,is that more and more people are for impeachment of Donald Trump roughly 49% believe that Democrates are rightly pursuing impeachment because they think Trump has crossed the line.

However 43% Americans believe REPUBLICAN opposition to Trump’s impeachment is not based on genuine belief that he did nothing untoward to justify impeachment.

On impeachment On Monday, Mr. Trump reacted aggressively to the scrutiny around his dealings with Ukraine. He went to the extent warning that his removal could spark “civil war.”

 The House Democrats issued a subpoena demanding Mr Trump’s private lawyer produce documents ,communications and other records. The whistle-blower is expected also to testify possibly behind the closed doors .

Trump in his conversations with the reporters at the United Nations admitted withholding nearly $400million in aid to Ukraine to fight corruption and urge the European Nations like France and Germany specially to “put up money” in aid to Ukraine.

The matter being part of whistleblower complaint ,democrats demanding more information on the subject that could help their inquiry of impeachment against Trump.

 

CONCLUSION

Trump is in agitative mood as every data point towards his downfall.

Trump is trying his best to change the current narrative engrossing his impeachment inquiry through his tweets. let us watch intently the fate of this big wig in the days to come.

Source          NYT, REUTER, TIME

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COME SEPTEMBER by Brij Kaul

Come September be my love.

with a glass of wine

I lounge in my backyard

basking in the morning splendid

sunshine

The breeze is pleasing fine

whistling noisily at a time

waking me up from my

reverie

I scramble around to shut the

roaring doors windows

pulling up the curtains

tie up from being flown

away

Come September be my love

          The Apple orchards in no more

      gloom

with abundant red fruits

hanging from the branches

in full bloom.

Fruit trees peach , plum

add

to the beauty of the picturesque sights

The giggling village belles

sorting the juicy ones.

The impeccable gardens abound in

flowers

dahlias, chrysanthemum ,roses,

Narcissus,,mascara

looking vivaciously charming

the rows and rows of floral boom

enthral

my mind and body so warming.

The Cities agog with festivities

crowds ranting songs ,hymns

to

the musical tune with Band Banjo

Come September be my love

 Early in the dawn

I

Strut on the big lawn

cherish watch the endless gaze

regal poplar trees standing tall

against the fencing wall

dazzling in the flaming Autumn

sunrays

WORLD AT A GLANCE by Brij Kaul

CHILE

 According to the World Bank Report Chile has been one of South America’s fastest-growing economies in recent decades. Following neo –liberal reforms in 1980s and 1990s — lowering Taxes ,cutting public benefits and taking a host of other reforms   setting stage for economic renaissance, enabled the country to reduce the population living in poverty (on US$ 5.5 per day) from 30 percent in 2000 to 6.4 percent in 2017. with a brief sluggish growth (1.3%)in 2017,the economy bounced back in 2018 to 4percent.The lower interest rates and higher copper prices revitalized mining production and gave great impetus to the economy.

The central government debt declined for the first time in six years, from 2.7 percent of GDP in 2017 to 1.7 percent in 2018 due to increased revenue.

Despite facing various challenges in different forms Chile Government is making efforts to rationalize the tax system, facilitate employment mobility, improve the pension system , facilitating the linkage between education and lobour market, and strengthening the financial system to maintain growth and any vulnerability to external risks..

On the social front the Governmentt is enhancing the quality of health and education to women for their participation in labour market to alleviate poverty amongst the middle class.

The World Bank helps the Chile Government in implementing a technical and financial assistance programme in areas with a strong impact on development.

For instance in last four years The World Bank has done nearly 30 studies in areas of higher education, health, water, institutional development and land development.

The Financial assistance to the tune of USD50 million dollars to strengthen Public universities and thus put a heavy thrust on higher education.

The number of full-time faculty members who hold PhDs has increased from 5,109 in 2011 to 7,883 in March 2016. Additionally, studies by World Bank experts provided input for key changes in legislation to improve the accreditation quality assurance system and the accountability of institutions,

Additionally, the World Bank is providing USD500million as financial protection for natural disasters like earthquake risks.

The Bank has funded project supported the design of over 45 regional plans, 250 infrastructure projects like roads, water and sanitation, energy and other productive activities in different regions of the country. Approximately 320,000 people benefited from improved infrastructure, land planning and implementation of development programmes.

International Finance Corporation has also helped the country in focussing on the activities with a strong potential for development with reference to small and medium-sized industries, energy, education and agribusiness.

Around 80 ,000 teachers went on strike seeking reform in the education system,as the Chilean law does not ensure education as public right ,hence the private sector exploits the admissions etc through voucher system thus depriving the poor ones from acquiring the rightful education.

Despite all such social drawbacks Chile is on the economic upswing.

 Germany

Descendants from Nazis

The Germany Interior minister Horse Seehofer in.” a statement said “Germany must live up to its historical responsibilities, He wanted to help people whose parents or grandparents had to flee.”   “with the legal degrees which come into force from Friday we will create a swift ruling that is immediately valid for these people to get German Citizenship.” He continued.

Germany will enforce two decrees to make it easier for people, mainly Jews, who fled ,between 1933 and 1945, to Britain, the Nazi regime because of persecution, as well as their descendents to have their German citizenship restored.

The Brexit decision fuelled the campaign by the descendents whose applications for German citizenship have been rejected despite constitutional guarantees provided by the law.

Article 116 (2) of Germany’s Basic Law denotes that former German citizens and their descendents between 1933 and 1945 deprived of their citizenship on political, racial or religious grounds can have their citizenship restored.

Germany currently received more than 1,500 applications from Britain under Article 116 in both 2017 and 2018 and are keen to give their assent to the same thus make amends for the historical mishap.

MY STORY Journey of challenges Part 3(Continued). by BrijKaul

 

In the quest of better future my work carried me from one challenge to another.

In Corporate career one needs to be upright in latest knowledge about your area of expertise day in and day out, as the innovations are flowing and not static ones. The management expects one to be productive in providing solutions not only to problems at hand but to tide over the unforeseen situations out of one’s bond as well.

If you fail to rise to the occasion your future is in jeopardy.

It was early February morning in 1980 I was being driven in company car from my residence, in Rishikesh Town to the Glass factory(BILT GLASS) in Virbhadra ,a distance of about 6 kms over the green hill slope .

The drive, a small one ,but quite picturesque with green hilly pastures all along the route.

The sun light was falling on to the trees lining the slopes ,the trees gobbled the light before scattering it down on to the car window panes , I squinching my eyes shut, reopening again when away from the splattering sun rays.

The driver finally honked the horn at the factory gate and it opened ajar allowing me to get down before parking the car at the right place.

“ good —- good morning sir” a few workers said as I strolled on the tarmac road leading to the production hall.

I continued my walk into the hall to my cabin in the farthest corner of the Inspection lines.

The view of machines was clear and the gobs of glass falling speedily on to the formation moulds presented a spectacular view of manufacturing. The hot glinting bottles were travelling on the belt in a sequence one after another without falling off the corners. A perfect co-ordination in place to watch and admire.

As I settled down in my chair in my not so tidy cabin ,bottle samples strewn everywhere ,I cleared my table of the knick knacks and looked at the daily production report with a sense of satisfaction ,the rejection percentage staggering between 8 to 10 percent on all m/cs.

“Good Morning sir” G S Rawat my assistant quality control officer said extending his hand for a handshake ,I held his hand saying “very Good Morning dear Rawatji”.

He briefed me about the quality reports of the night shift and apprised me for the quality clearance of the liquor bottles’ consignments on urgent basis to the dispatch section.

 Tackling the quality Issues.

 Tring tring   tring —the telephone rang ,I picked up the receiver , “hello Good Morning sir” I blurted out .

“ Good morning Kaul sahib .will you come in my cabin for important meeting” . Mr Gupta sahib spoke hurriedly from the other end. I hung up the telephone and left the cabin to meet Mr S.C. Guptaji , our revered works Manager . Guptaji was highly qualified engineer ,experienced in the container glass manufacturing I.S.machines . He was very soft spoken but supportive and knew his job well. It was a great honour to work with him.

“ There is serious complaint in Rooh Afza bottles. you will have to go to Ghaziabad to find out the problem . We have supplied around ten lakh bottles and you need to study the problem while observing their filing line.” Mr Gupta Sahib said nonchalantly .

“Let us see the GM MR Bushan “ he continued.

Guptaji and myself had discussion with Mr Bushan GM. “kaulji the stakes are high .we have further order of 50 lakh for these bottles ,in case we fail to address the issue satisfactorily, we all will have to face an awkward situation leaving aside huge financial loss to the company.. So kindly do your best.” Mr Bushan emphasized upon the gravity of the matter.

“ With your and God’s grace I will do my utmost to resolve the issue amicably .” I replied with an air of finality.

“ Mr kaul go to H.O and meet Marketing head Mr CPSharmaji and then proceed to the plant in Ghaziabad. Donot go without meeting him.” Mr Bushan said cooly.

Meanwhile I asked my assistant G.S.Rawat to take up a large sample at random from different lots mouldwise of the particular stocked production and make a report for the following quality parameters

  1.  Cracks /Neck /Body 2. perpendicularity.3. wall thickness variations. 4 wt, capacity and 5 Neck dimensions .

Rawatji was quick to make a detailed report and it gave me an idea of the quality of the product under complaint. The report was well within norms . A simple guide line to main action plan.

Taking leave of Gupta Sahib, promising to give daily reports on phone ,I accordingly proceeded to Delhi to attend to the aggrieved customer in Sahibabad industrial area.

The journey from Rishikesh to Delhi was not an easy one but dreary long one to be completed in about six hours taking recourse at intervals to roadside stands selling tea, coffee ,snacks, squash juice and at wayside restaurants for food rest and easing oneself in the wash rooms adequately maintained.

The Cheetal Restauarant with large accommodation ,scalloped counters with huge leather stools was the best wayside one for eating a sumptuous meal dinner or lunch .

A coffee venting m/c in the corner ,the hot black fluid pouring down and when stopped, a squirt of milk coming down with sugar cubes beside the cup. A real treat to watch and enjoy the hot cup.

Such centers for food rest were maintained beautifully with lawns and flowers. At the front near the gates were huge parking places for vehicles to be lined up . we parked ours and straightway walked into the main hall.

I had a hurried dinner in the most delighted place, with Bollywood background music.

The night was dark but pleasant enough to lull oneself to a sweet slumber. The cab driver drove past the heavy loaded trucks that moved on the roads; suddenly there was rain and it rained incessantly ,the rain drummed on the roof of the car and wind-shields wipers moved rapidly allowing the driver to see through the   large hazy window pan.

we reached Delhi early morning and made straight to the Bilt H.O on Janpath Cannaught place.

Mr C.P.Sharma GM Glass Marketing was in his usual affable spirits.

“Kaul sahib ,kindly see the complaint is resolved.

Mr Bhalla will come with you but you need to manage on your own as he is going to see other customers for more urgent work.” Mr Sharma said briefly.

“ No issue Sharmaji , I will manage if he is too busy.” I snapped

I started to move but Sharma ji asked me to have some tea and snacks. However I managed to take leave of Sharmaji finally.

At   ROOH AFZA Plant Ghaziabad I and Mr Bhalla met the GM ,a bearded hefty man in his fiftees ,welcomed us in a very friendly manner “Hello Mr Bhalla pleased to met you .” The gentleman said without moving from his chair. “ we have some problems with your consignments. as conveyed to you already kindly look into the same .” he pleaded. He called for his engineer , and asked us to interact with him .

“ Hello Mr Kaul , do you remember me Javed Akhtar ”   the gentleman said extending his hand towards me “ yes I think we have met somewhere.” I replied briefly.

“ way back in 1976 in Mohan Meakin Breweries Solan” He elaborated.

‘ Yes got it you are Javed ,oh ,I see ,how come to be here” I enquired

“ I am working here as Maintenance engineer now. You are from Kashmir kaul sir” He continued, pointing to Mr Bhalla.

“Kaul sir is an expert in glass line I learnt a lot from him”

Mr bhalla nodded in assent.

After discussions it was decided I should stay back to study the problem at the trial run .

Mr Bhalla took my leave and I went to the plant to run ROOH AFZA bottles.

I judged that the main conveyor belt was not in tune with the speed of the filing m/cs and some of the bottles wobbled especially around every turn table and thus fell off the corners giving huge breakages.

I requested Mr Javed to adjust the speed to reduce wobbling and thus salvage the breakage of bottles. Meanwhile I got the turn table revolutions synchronized to the movement of the bottles.

Javed was quick to understand the problem and put his junior engineer on the job.

Soon after these adjustments the breakages were considerably reduced and I could envisage a definite possibility of resolution of the issue.

Now the second issue was to enhance the production to the required level of packing 60,000 bottles per day. we checked with the current speed and improved situation nearly 50,000 bottles could be packed. The m/c speed was to be increased by nearly five to eight bottles per/minute in order to reach the required level of production taking a negligible breakage into consideration.

Javed promised that he would increase the speed after making requested maintenance work of both filing m/cs as well as conveyor belts .

Next day we started fresh with much improved conditions sought after seeking maintenance of the equipment . The filing m/c speeds were enhanced to be in tune with adjustant conveyor belts .It worked wonders for the bottle line , rarely a stray bottle now wobbled and broke off the corner.

At the end of the day Javed informed me that production has been packed to optimum level with almost no breakage.

I conveyed to Works Manager Mr .Guptaji about two days results. He was glad to hear that bottles were being filled problem free and the issue largely resolved.

I told him that we could think of having knurling on the bottom of the bottles to give stability and thus avoid wobbling completely. Mr Guptaji agreed not only to make some changes like one I suggested but also made some design changes in the blanks for better durability to the ware.

Mr S.GUPTAJI was brilliant in engineering innovations of glass container Industry, thus Bilt Glass had double whammy advantage to their competitors in terms of technical superiority..

Needless to say not only the current stock was consumed during my stay at the plant but our Marketing people managed to get repeat orders as well.

THE FOREST OF PINES. BY BRIJKAUL

I walk up the ascending twisting road high

with

merciless Sun laughing a pitiless laugh

overhead the blue sky.

no breeze a close day

moving on at a leisurely pace

in no hurry or race

unmindful of the ascent ahead the way

eager

to be in company of my love

the love of my childhood.

gorgeous glistening glittering

Sangeeta my Sangeeta

 a bewitching beauty

hollering

from the bend of the road

‘come my smarty be my love’

rolling down to catch me, hug me

enroute

to the dense forest of pines.

enticing me more than

rivers temples and shrines

the sloping verdures the environs

Sombre

lull me to a sweet slumber

Sangeeta delightfully delightful

in the shimmering attire

singing love satire

holding

my hands pulling me up the hill

oh my gosh she is so pretty

such a pril.