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.

 

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

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.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.