A STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE BY BRIJKAUL

 

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City of Melbourne

 

Off to Melbourne .

The plane taxied at the Melbourne airport for about ten minutes before coming to halt at 5am on 12th September 2004 .

The door flung open and I stood straight ,the legs failing me for being tied to the chair for nearly Eight hours .

But the eagerness to see the Melbourne ,the city so lovely and beautiful offering places of charm and nature’s beauty of parks, gardens ,the simmering cool river Yarra and the roaring waters of the port of phillip bay, rejuvenated my energy to stand erect and walk to the tarmac.

Outside it was day break and the sky was deep blue with shades of dark patches of fluffy clouds hovering over, unmindful of the gleaming rising sunrays.

As soon as I came out I noticed my colleague Brian Morgan smiling and waving towards me .I waved back and walked quickly to stretch out my hand for a warm shake hand. Holding my hand in his ,we walked towards the parking and in a jiffy we were on the main highway plying towards Melbourne ,the capital of Victoria state with population of nearly three and half miliion people, of various cultures customs of far off lands living together for centuries..

“ Hey Brian glad to see you here but sorry you had to start so early from your home” I said apologetically.

“ Brij never mind, Glad you could make it finally.” He replied smilingly.

“ yes true you know it was purely your efforts .” I said softly.

“ No Brij you put Ferro products on the map of Indian and adjoining market. A remarkable effort.” Brian retorted confidently.

“ you have been officially invited in lieu of your recognition of great performance” He continued.

‘Today is Sunday we will go to my residence in Mornington , after having lunch I will drop you in hotel for tonight.

Tomorrow I shall collect you at 8am and we will go to check in the Royal hotel opposite to Yarra River side ,a beautiful place in the city. Thereafter we will go to Ferro Corporation office and factory,”   Brian explained briefly the schedule for my stay in Melbourne.

I had joined Ferro Corporation India office 5 years back in 1999 as Marketing Manager and Brian Morgan Export Manager Sales , Asia Pacific Region, was my immediate superior .Brian Morgan was very efficient Marketing guy with full knowledge of the products. It was great pleasure to work together ,touring India and Sri Lanka very often.we eventually became friends and continue to be so..

India office administrative head was Dr Aziz sheikh who had selected me for promoting glass sales in India and adjoining markets of Saarc countries. Dr Aziz was director of Ferro USA deputed temporarily to establish Ferro Corporation Sales office in India. one of the finest  suave  gentleman I  ever had met .He was promoting Electronic products and responsible for all corporate office activities.

He had a good office at Pune ,being his native city, and one agile, petite young girl Marina Fernandise assisted him. She was very efficient and assertive in managing an upcoming MNC office.

I was third one to join the group.

The car sped away and Brian was explaining that the Mornington Peninsula stretching down the eastern side of port Phillip Bay with its rolling hills ,rich fertile plains , a bewitching panorama of spectacular vineyards ,red white in sparkling styles, a picturesque view and one could explore the bountiful region ,the gardens  all across ,a number of sanctuaries teeming with bird life .

As we neared the Mornington town , one could see a lot of restaurants, shops wineries all across with lot of vacationers loitering around with gaiety.

Brian’s residence , a beautiful bungalow with a sprawling living room neatly done up with cushions of beautiful upholstery .

Mrs Brian ,Lorraine, a tall lady with aquiline features pretty with golden hair , greeted me with a smile

“ Hello Mr kaul, glad to see you welcome to Mornington” she said ,ignoring my outstretched hand , gave me a hug instead and asked me to be seated comfortably on the sofa nearby. She is a kind woman .

“ I will make tea while you can fresh up in the rest room.’’ she said in a low tone.

After having a sumptuous lunch in an Indian restaurant on the beach side , I checked in a hotel and Brian said “ you be on your own now for the night, see you in the morning” he drove down the road in his red car for a restful afternoon.

The next day was busy day at Ferro office ,a visit to nearby Ferro factory.

The office was big one with open cubicles all around . Brian briefly introduced me to one and all especially to Katerina ,Sally, Robin Brehney, Ron Mathews and finally chief boss Geoff Dowdell.

Geoff greeted me warmly saying “Brij you are now our one of the best man and we made it a point to invite you for direct intervention with all here so that you feel yourself a member of Ferro family” . “Thanks Geoff “ I replied briefly.

“ Brian and each of us will take you for city sight seeing after 3.30 pm daily.” Geoff continued.

I had a busy schedule both at the Ferro office as well as manufacturing unit.

Ferro Australia manufactured glass colours Pepsi and coca cola ones for screen printing on the bottles itself and many other ceramic products of high quality. Ferro worldwide was and is a renowned group of USA having manufacturing units of various products in roughly twenty two countries.

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Author  at River Yarra Melbourne

EVENINGS IN MELBOURNE

I was looking eagerly for evenings to take a stroll of this lovely glittering city of MELBOURNE in company of Brian for most of the time.

Melbourne is a charming city of river Yarra the placid downstream view from prince Bridge is a treat to the eyes.

In the morning while standing on the balcony of my room the city simply reflected in the Yarra waters, a mesmerizing scene to adore and cherish.

The river Yarra has source at Baw Baws some 210 kilometers from the city port and the water flows down rocky hills ,green pastures and finally through Melbourne city bordered by the gardens , the people gather enjoying on its embankments for partying in the mushroom of restaurants that have sprung up all along its pavements. .

The people throng the place in the glittering evenings for playing in the crown entertainment complex ,the largest casino .where the dice is thrown for million of dollars every day.

Just on the other side of the river the city center is Southgate., a fascinating shopping complex ,shops galore in its multitude of art galleries ,Jewellery, and all essential items .

The dinners in the Italian restaurants were most enjoyable here.

One day we visited the MCC and spend a few hours to see the World’s famous Cricket Club,

 Ferro Friday Party

Geoff Dowdell the chief boss announced a party ,Ferro Friday Party for all staff, managers with families. It was a pleasure party announcing the successful performance of Australia unit over the years of its operation.

The party was well organized with wine and whisky pouring down gleefully into the sparkling tumblers to the tune of placid music.

Mr Geoff along with some other gentleman made some announcements highlighting the progress of the company. He was kind enough to speak about me as well.” Mr Kaul from Ferro India is amidst us today and I would place on record he and Brian have done a great job for the company by promoting Ferro products in big way in the Indian sub continent. A rare achievement. I congratulate Mr Kaul for his brilliant performance”

There was great applause and I felt glad to get this grand recognition of work.

Life flows on and on . I worked undauntedly for almost fifteen years before jumping on to another isle for another onslaught.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE MOUNTAINOUS LASS BY BRIJ KAUL

The mountainous lass

             tumbled down from nowhere

                   with fragile frame and radiant face

           attired in dazzling bright

could

be spotted even in starless

night

 Cupid played its game of midsummer’s

love

I fell for her sensual style

for a while.

 I live by love

just only love

love and love

 love

pervades my mind body

 The sun sliding down hills

ripple of gold and azure

streaks in the waters flowing

by the side of creek.

The moutainous lass

playing hide and seek

crossing the wooden bridge

hid somewhere behind the ridge.

cautiously

I crawl to pounce bounce

upon to frighten her

 

Alas

she was seen no where

trudging along for miles or so

feet swollen soggy sore

could not trace her anymore

Her angel bewitching looks

her coquettish winks

flirtatious smiles

flashed before my eyes

I bemoan looking

up in the skies

 understandably

Cupid playing prank upon me

 I ambled back to my

solitude.

 I live by love

just only love

love and love

 

MY STORY A Crucial Decision by BrijKaul

 

 

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HOLY TOWN  RISHIKESH

we live to face the challenges in life moving ineluctably at a jet speed reluctant to relent its pace even for a moment or two. Despite one’s coaxing   cajoling life undulates ahead without batting its eyelids for a fraction of a second.

After spending fourteen years in Bilt in their glass units ,ten years at Rishikesh and four years at Pune,I took a crucial decision in 1983 to free myself from the shackles of my comfort zone to move forward to some other corporate corridor on an elevated position.

The picturesque beautiful Town of Rishikesh was holding me back for a long time. The green surrounding hills and the Holy Ganges with crystal clear cool rippling waters and the magnetic spiritual aura had benumbed my mind to think of leaving the place for better prospects to progress and pride on .

I was imbued and enthralled by the beauty of this holy town beyond my imagination .

I loved sitting in my window ,usually evenings and watching the clouds gathering and roll down on the nearby hills.

with the sunset the sky turned orange red, blue ,crimson with white fluffy clouds ,looking so gorgeous . The smell of rose ,daffodils entering the nostrils lilting the body and mind with exuberant fragrance.

Moreover my wife , two daughters aged between seven and five were equally enamoured  by the bewitching beauty of this Holy town .Thus making me indolent enough to make a move for a positive change.

But finally wisdom dawned on me and I instantly landed into a lucrative job with higher responsibilities and better financial raise.

One of my best colleagues in Glass world across the country Mr K.C. SHARMA called me “ Kaul sahib pl listen .we , a group of engineers from HNG headed by Mr M.S Kini have joined UGL at Sahibabad. I have given your reference to Mr Kini and he would like to talk to you. Here Iam giving phone to Mr Kini.”

“ hello Mr kaul Iam Kini speaking. “ A sweet loud resonant voice was heard on the other end.

“ Yes sir pleased to talk to you. “ I replied softly.

“ I want you to join us as quality chief in UGL. I know you are one of best glass operation man and if you say yes I will talk to M.D of UGL.” He continued.

“It will be pleasure to work with you sir .kindly go ahead.” I replied confidently.

And that was it.

ON16th April 1983 I joined Jagatjit industries in their Glass unit ,Universal Glass at Sahibabad near Delhi as chief quality controller . JIL was established liquor manufacturer with premier brands in India .

The Glass unit, Universal Glass ,was manufacturing liquor bottles , quality jars for their well known   brands and food milk products like Viva and Maltova.

It was not a great decision because The Universal Glass had notorious reputation of dismissing production team on pretext of non performance rightly or wrongly. In fact no body alone or in group would join   Universal Glass normally that time.

I had raised these apprehensions with Mr Kinni at the time of interview but Mr Kinni had assured that nothing of such sorts could happen any longer..

The M.D had reportedly convinced him that nothing of such sort could happen.

 

However on Ist day of my joining I was a bit disappointed to find my cabin ill maintained,a dingy one with a a table broken at the edges. The chair was equally in dilapidated condition. A small fan whirred up in the ceiling with a creaking noise .giving it a shabby look.

I immediately went to Mr A.S BASU, Works Manager and told him that it was not possible for me to work in the cabin offered to me. There were some more officers with him. at the time.

Mr Basu smiled and said “ Mr Kaul I understand the fact that the cabin is not good one but will do something soon to look it better and comfortable to work on for you..”

“with due regards to you sir ,I cannot join my duty unless my cabin is overhauled. It lowers my morale to give my best.” I replied a bit angrily.

“ do you mean to say you will not join “ he asked surprisingly.

He dialled the telephone to M.D and said quite audible to me “ hello sir , Mr kaul ,who joined us today finds his cabin not adequate enough to sit in and work. Wants renovation of the same ,Otherwise may not work with us.” Mr Basu said softly.

After an interlude Mr Basu said “ Kaul talk to M.D” he handed over telephone to me .

“ hello mr kaul how are you . pl note I have asked Mr Basu to renovate your cabin and possibly all others in a week’s time .pl be sure it should be done speedily. I am glad you have set new standards for us.” the M.D said politely to me. “ Thank you sir. God bless you.” I replied handing over the phone to Mr Basu.

Needless to say the cabin was upgraded soon after.

The change was fruitful as I got chance to show my technical skill primarily as well as administrative commitment to produce quality products eventually to stand up to the market competition.

UGL got huge orders and the team working under the guidance of MS KINNI did remarkably well.

The team comprised of another genius production Manager Mr Subhash vishwakarma . He was very adept in managing the ISmachines and supported me not to pass bad quality .

His two engineers Mr KC Sharma and Mr Ahmad were equally good and highly adept in their engineering skills.

Mr Subhash was positive minded engineer rarely seen in glass units those days.

Our Plant Manager Mr A.S Basu was well known ,highly qualified, Glass Technologist ,who supported my staunch stand to maintain quality of glass products at any cost.

His affable , smiling disposition combined with long experience, acted as an epitome for all of us to achieve great strides in meeting production targets with ease.

There were friendly people in Universal glass, who were elated to see the company progressing ahead with good production and profits.

To be frank I loved the other colleagues like MrRakesh Arora , Mr A singh , MrChampati , Mr subhash Gupta, and many others who were source of joy inspiration to forge ahead the ship of Universal Glass.

Time passes on slowly gently and getting through it peacefully is no mean feat.

The one place I had been happy ,undoubtedly happy.

But I would confess doing away with spiteful rumours of losing jobs ,Universal Glass stood the test of time and became one of the rising stars of that bygone era.

After working for nearly seven years I one day decided to move ahead into one more green pastures to explore and imbibe a different culture.

Life is on going process. Donot stop in between.

On my triumphant farewell I took some accolades that fixed my destiny in future.

There are moments when you drive your temptations to some logical conclusions irrespective of hurdles .

 

 

 

BREEZY VALLEY by Brij Kaul

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

stealthily

under the cover of darkness of shitty

night

tears, lurking fears, tormenting heartburns

finally

soothing with the running

times.

breezy valley nestled among

the

gorgeous green mountain cliffs

mammoth charming Chinar

trees

swaying leaves in the cool morning

breeze.

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

alas;

cannot be forgotten any

more.

The afternoon red sky

with

shady sunshine and drizzle

A real moment for to be in

trizzle

the mellifluous cooing of

Cuckoo, Mynah ,Thrush, swallow

the birds that flocked

my window sill

bringing

morning musical thrill

to the torrid ears.

the shepherds grazing sheep

on the rolling green hills of

Yusmarg

the beatific belles young

walking frisking in pairs

singing

gleefully the popular

folk songs

while crossing the

purring streams of

Tangmarg,

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

cannot be forgotten any

more.

A SWEET WHISPER by BRIJKAUL

I have to tell you something

inaudible of course

just a sweet whisper in to your

 ear

my love still has not abated for you

dear

though past your age

but

your absorbing poise

a stately gait

glinting giggling

tranquility

entices me to keep loving

you .

I am your forsythia shadowing

                     you from rain snow and sunshine

     sprinkling bedecking with flowers to

make

                     you look gorgeous glowing glinting

as ever as a young belle

I met some decades gone

still

sensuous sparkling

alluring agile

luring me to come out

of

hibernation of love

get

intoxicated and drenched

by rousing sensuality

to

seek repose in your beauty

for ever..

JUST ALL LOVE

It

is just all love

from me to you

and

you to me

and just all love.

frolicking  rollicking

fluttering across like

a lark high above

the bonnet blue sky

with

a pair of roving eyes

a cascade of curly hair

summer’s sunny smile

you

ambled around for a while

garden alleys looking awesome

with roses lilac marigold

blossom

your demure sensuous divine

beauty

intoxicated my senses to the state of

ecstasy

without fear or tear

I swooned you over and

trailed kisses down

      your neck and bareback,

     you

lustly holding me to your bosom.

hand in hand

we

cheerfully braced for a walk

into busy buzzing street

amidst

the plying of cars and throngs

of men women

jostling for a space to tread upon

settling

finally for a cup of

tea.

it

is just all love

from me to you

and

you to me

and just all love

love and love.

KASHMIR IN NEVER ENDING TURMOIL BY BRIJ KAUL

Enduring  28 years of insurgency ,Kashmir is numbed to the state of never ending  turmoil  and violence.

Majority of peace loving Kashmiris  are mere hapless spectators to the tragedies being inflicted by the terrorists . 

Recently a statement of National Conference leader ,vice president of NCP ,Omar Farooq Abdullah while addressing election  rally in Bandipora,  stated  in case of abrogation of Article 35A ,he would like to revert back  to the  position of PM and Sadar-e-Riyasat  that J&K enjoyed  way  back in fiftees and early sixtees, caused ripples in the political corridors of  the country.

 Prime Minister Mr Modi reacted angrily   at a rally  ,tweeting as well “ National Conference wants two PMs 1 in Kashmir and 1 for the rest of India –Till Modi is there ,no one can divide India”.

Prime Minister of J&K

J&K had its own Prime Minister and Sadar-e-Riyasat till 1965. In 1965 when J& K constitution was amended ,(probably sixth  J&K Constitution Amendment Act 1965) by then Congress government  which replaced two positions with Chief Minister  and the Governor. Mr G.M. Sadiq  was first chief Minister   and Mr Karan singh  the Governor  of J&K in 1965.

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The J&K  Constitution was adopted  on November 17  1957 .

  On June 10 1952 the “ the basic principles Committee “ recommended  that “the institution of hereditary rulership  shall be terminated” and “the head of  state shall be elective”. ON June 12  1952 the constituent assembly unanimously adopted the report.  and resolved henceforth  the head of state named  Sadr-e-Riyasat  would be elected  by the legislative  Assembly for a period of five years. and recognized by the President of India. However New Delhi on july 24 1952 agreed to allow J&K to recognise  an elected Sadr-e – Riyasat instead of appointed Governor. once elected by the legislative Assembly,the Sadr- e- Riyasat had to be appointed by the President of India.

under the sixth amendment to the J&K  constitution   carried out in 1965  a fundamental change was made to its basic structure and  as a result of amendment the Sadr-e-Riyasat was changed to Governor  across the J&K constitution.

The  Prime Minister of  J&K after independence (October 1947  to March 1948) was Meher chand  Mahajan. He was replaced by Shaikh Mohammad Abdullah ,who had been head of the administration .

When Abdullah was arrested  on 9THAugust 1953 ,Bakshi  Ghulam Mohammad was appointed the Prime Minister who ruled Kashmir till 1963 .

In 1953 , the author , being just eight years old was living temporarily in Anant Nag  with my  married sister and at the time of arrest of Shaikh Mohammad Abdullah sahib was incidently  taking bath in the blue waters of Nag Bal Spring. The Purohit of the Nag Bal informed all to leave the premises  immediately. In helter skelter  I ran away barefeet leaving my wooden patten( footwear worn by kashmiris)  behind.  

Days after when calm was restored  I collected the  same wooden footwear  lying undisturbed at the right spot. 

    Indian Provincial Prime Ministers

Not only  Jammu & Kashmir  but all Indian Provinces had a Prime Minister till 26th Jan 1950 when India was proclaimed as Republic of India.  After that the nomenclature was changed to  Chief Minister.

Since 1937,when Indian Govt was under British yoke each Province  was headed by a Prime Minister.

The  historic Government of India Act 1935 was passed in the British Parliament  and had provided for the position of Provincial Prime Ministers.

British India was divided into 11 Provinces namely 

Bombay ,Bengal,  Madras,  United  Provinces ,Punjab, Central Provinces , Assam ,Northwest Frontier, Bihar ,Orissa, Sind .

In the provinces, there was  to be full democracy  in  running of the day to day administrative matters.

The flaw of the unelected  governor  having a right to dismiss a popular government and take over the administration ironically still exists in modern India under the name “President’s Rule”.

So there were eleven Prime Ministers till the proclamation of Republic of India on 26th January 1950.

In August, 1947, however, as part of the transfer of power from British to Indian hands, India appointed  Pt  Jawahar lal Nehru  as Ist  Prime Minister of  Independent India.

Conclusions

The years 2016 and 2017 saw great spurt in the fatalities of both soldiers as well as  civilians.

The year 2018 witnessed bloodiest terror related  violence. Kashmir situation is beyond riddance.

 The rise in radicalisation in the valley is direct result of Delhi’s non engagement with the people of the valley thus losing the Midas touch to heal the relations  on sound basis.

 This is the ripe time to strengthen the hands of moderates in the valley , a grave mistake to ignore pro-dialogue separatists and thus push  them into the lap of insurgents.  All these retrograde steps could be detrimental to the ultimate peace.  

Delhi needs to refurbish its image and policy of reconciliation towards Kashmir and bring some  semblance to the dying spirit of the valley to silence the demand of restoration of J&K’s autonomy to its original state’s 1953 position .  Since Kashmir is on the brink of  extreme alienation and thus  needs  to be moored to the Indian banks permanently .