TRAVELS SOUTH by Brijkaul

BANGALORE THE CITY OF ACTION :

On 4th December after a soul searching long term planning I and my wife started for South India Trip to Bangalore officially renamed now as Bangaluru..

Located in the south plateau Bangalore is the city of action , the ‘silicon valley of India’ fastest Information Technology growing city of India and possibly the IT hub of the world too. It attracts expats from world over to understand the IT Software development of advanced research and integration.

With 40 percent of India’s IT industry located in Bangalore ,the IT and related services account for the state of Karnataka’s  55 percent gross domestic product .

The world looks to “Bangaluru” as the starting point of software technological advancement center.

With a population of 12,3 million ,among world’s top 10 fastest cities, Bangalore averages 8.5 percent economic growth.

With a wide range of heavy and light medium industries, Bangalore is leader in India’s biotechnology industry as well. A host to leading research and development (R&D) facilities such as the Indian Institute of Sciences, the National Center for Biological Sciences, the Jawaharlal Nehru Center for Advanced Scientific Research and the University of Agricultural Science , Bangalore has excelled in almost all important sectors .

We headed for Electronic city to live for sometime with my elder daughter Bhavna Kaul whom we fondly call Chikli , works as an Independent Architech , Design Engineer with a reputed organization.

It is pleasure to be in company of grand children , Tushu and Jitini.  This time I and my wife Sharikaji had decided to spend more time with grand children both at Bangalore as well as at Chennia with Annanya (Zoonie pet name) and little Vedika. My younger daughter Deepali lives in Chennai .She is an IT engineer.

Tushu is twelve years lanky boy like his father, Shyam who is Six and two feet tall ,an Architect by profession and Jitini six years growing glowing girl resembling her mother.

She is cute and affectionate but throwing tantrums at every gullible talk to be focus of attention all the time.

Tushu on the other hand a bit reserved one , mostly glued to his I-pad and thus butt of controversy. But gifted with many talents ,dancing , and an upcoming sports guy.

My daughter laments in typical Kashmiri   ” yeh chun keheen paraan. sarisey waqt I-pad seeth aasan.”

Which means “ he does not read at all. Every time busy with his I-pad”.

“ The exam is in last week of February and he will go to 9th class. Very difficult course ahead. I am worried for him.” she concluded.

My wife ,in her typical Kashmiri butts in ” kahney shune paravay Tushu chu bade samajdar bey te hassen mainz .  ”

meaning literally “ Tushu is very intelligent and alert ,no need to worry.”

I listen to the mother daughter conversation intently without any intervention whatsoever. ‘Silence’ is the golden rule to be perceived and pursued at such crucial junctures.

Shyam , my son in law , with long shapely legs in proportion to his trunk , wears a beard and moustache not to conceal scars or erosions but purely for decoration and in lieu with modern fashion among the youngsters and middle aged persons.

I personally do not like wearing beards giving one an unkempt and lazy look. Hello be ware; That is my contention only not necessarily everybody’s.

Off To Kochi.

 We decided to go to Kochi and make a drive to the state of Kerala, ‘God’s own state’ as it is popularly called looking to its scenic beauty of green hills and irresistible beaches with pompous House boats on ferry to nearby islands.

Shyam being the native ,was elated at the idea and happily seconded the proposal.

On afternoon of Ist January 2020 we zipped through the traffic clogged roads of Bangalore blaring the horn occasionally to chase off the nasty irritant car drivers not one or two but several of them. Luckily we did not get into any road rage brawl with some cranky character.

The trip to Kochi was eleven to twelve hours drive and we decided not to travel in one go . The night halt at Salem and after having mouthful breakfast we would proceed ahead on to our destination reaching thereby by 2pm afternoon.

Shyam was driving faster than I would like him to do .

“ See the clouds gathering overhead, may rain at any moment we could get stranded somewhere unnecessarily” he said ,justifying his speedily driving on.

We were near the Hasur Town , 21kms from Electronic city Bangalore , and we crossed over from Karnataka to the state of Tamil Nadu.

Hasur is an important town of Tamil Nadu and gateway to Bangalore . Being important industrial town , almost 2,300 small and medium industries are located here. It is home to Rose flowers as well , large quantities of quality roses are grown and exported from here to the world over.

I got practically lost in the milieu of traffic, cars, motorbikes, roaring trucks plying past us as the roads narrowed .

The highway almost gorged with moving population as the Ice cream Parlours ,curiosity shops, antique shops mushroomed alongside the roads protruding and bulging over the pavements ,thus leaving the people to jostle around and fend for themselves.

Finally Shyam did drive down the difficult track and we ushered on to the National Highway to Kochi via Salem.

Driving down the late despairing afternoon we stopped at a nearby restaurant for some refreshing tea snacks etc.

Tushu and Jitni gulped down the much liked noodles and the rest of us just satisfying with cups of tea and ‘Dosa’ —pancake made of rice flour.

Salem district is famous for its known Hill station town Yercaud.

Yercaud is nestled in range of Shevaroy hills in the eastern Ghats, with abundance of orange groves ,coffee, spice plantations . The emerald woods of Yercaud are dense and very attractive to bask around.

With its blue water lake , having a few boat houses presents a beautiful sight to look at. Anna Park close by is full of plants and Japanese garden with Bonsai.

A couple of nights in the resorts amidst the dense forest is really a date in communion with nature.

A long walk among the dense trees is a veritable experience. It reminded me of R.L. Stevenson’s essay ‘ A Night Among The Pines’ written with great pleasure after experiencing the moods of Nature.

There is some magical beauty about the place which cannot be described in words ,but it stays embedded in your mind and haunts you back when you have left.

A God’s impeccably creation to behold and cherish.

The trees stood separate but strangely all part of the composite forest. The  cool breeze caressing every contour and crevices in that star-straddled night.

The afternoon was advancing and we hurried back to the car to catch up with Salem Town right by 9pm so that we could start our journey next morning early to reach Kochi by noon.

we drove along the highway zigzagging through the maze of vehicles speedily but steadily not to over take .

As evening slipped into night we did find a thinning traffic ahead of our journey .The four lane highway was long stretch with trees shrubs all along the sides giving a beautiful view of the avenue.

We moved towards a small hillock and turned left to criss- cross a narrow strip before being on the highway again.

Salem Town was in sight and the lights glittering along the road ,we moved towards right into the main bazaars of the a moderately small town. The houses had weather –beaten look , but there was evidence of good population creating a good hustle and bustle in and around the town.

we halted near a hotel, possibly 3 star one with very prominent doorway to sneak in.

we checked in at close to 9.30 pm and found the rooms spacious abundantly done with exotic interiors .

“ Tushu   you have to get up by 5am.” shyam said angrily.

“ Okay Papa no problem” Tushu replied softly.

“ he will sleep with us ,his Nanu and Nani” sharika said

emphatically.

Tushu, in return, nodded in affirmation.

Being hungry we ordered for a sumptuous dinner and   soon after dozed off to deep slumber promising to get up early morning for onward journey.

IN KOCHI

As scheduled we reached Kochi at noon on 2nd January 2020. The sky was grey ,the clouds hovering across in thick clusters ,there was no indication of the sun, might be hiding somewhere behind these dark clusters.

The weather was hot much humid comparatively to Bangalore .The coastal town was inviting promising a better stay.

Mt wife started cribbing “ my God too much hot”  “ come on mumma you feel the heat and I can see perspiration on your face”.   Chikli , my daughter said smiling.

We drove down the city through thinlytraffic roads over a long stretch before moving into the villa apartments. shyam’s apartment was sprawling one and his parents Mr and Mrs shasi Dhar were glad to receive us.

It was very hot and we settled down in an A.C room .for a brief siesta .

Kochi ( also called as Cochin) is a city of eminence in the southwest coastal Kerala State., a major port city since 1341 catering to Chinese and European merchants for centuries together.

.With urban population of 21.1lakhs , it stands out largest most populous metropolitan city of Kerala.

The city is meticulously clean and famous for its breath taking scenic view of the state .

The city being interspersed with several beaches and islands presents a panoramic spectacle view of this fast growing vibrant city.

some of the beautiful islands are connected to the mainland through rowing boats make the city attraction for tourists all along.

The day temperature was very high 36 degree celisus, and for us to travel around the city during day was out of question.

So we took rounds of the city by late afternoons till late in night.

The water transport in the city is being explored beautifully to benefit the city dwellers and other tourists like us.

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Marine drive Kochi

Bolghatty Island , Cheri Beach, Fort Kochi Beach are some of the prime tourist attractions and all accessible within short boat ride only.

The Dutch Palace was built up on Bolghatty Island later now made a hotel of Kerala Tourism Development Corporation along with a small golf course, presenting a magnificient   scenic beauty of the harbor .

Cherai Beach lovely one shrouded by paddy fields and coconut trees just in the northern vicinity of VYPEEN Island.

Swimming is the most coveted activity of this grandiose beach.

Tushu was keen to swim across and I managed to get swimming suit for his much loved pastime.

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 Back waters of kochi

Fort Kochi Beach is the amazing spot for viewing exotic sunset in Kochi. As we approached the narrow road, a number of small stalls were serving freshly caught fishes after being cooked readily in exotic tastes to whet the one’s palate. Yes except me all Sharika Chikli Shyam had a good taste of such niceties. Here the Chinese nets are being used for catching fishes.

We meandered through Mattancherry, a cultural neighbourhood, a cluster of colonial buildings and a walk in the evening amidst the temple bells clanging was a  real nauseating delightful one.

 The city boasts of unique churches, palaces and temples.

St. Francis Church ,the oldest church of India .It is here Vasco da Gama is believed to be buried in.

Vasco House built on Rose Street , a great feat of Portuguese Architecture ,the house where Vasco da Gama ,who died in 1524, used to live.

 

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Chinese  Fish Net. for Catching fishes

Reunion .

I was eager to be in Kochi for meeting my colleague and friend Mr R.krishnan.

I and Mr. KRISHNAN worked together for a decade in Rishikesh way back in 1989 to 1999.

Krishnan Sahib as we called him affectionately was GM and I was plant Manager of Ballarpur Glass group ,which later became Owen’s Broakway India ltd.  We ploughed on well all through the years gone by.

A sauve spirited gentle man ,broad –shouldered bearded Krishnan Sahib was very affectionate and considerate towards one and all.

His wife Mrs Krishnan equally affectionate , an exemplary lady of action ,being one of the driving forces in KVA school of Rishikesh those years.

While in Kochi I got in touch with Krishnan Sahib, it was decided to have dinner together on Friday the 4th Jan 2020. an evening of Rip Van Winkle re-union after nearly two decades. ‘Ooop’ my God a rare occasion.

It was a gala dinner and a great family get together an occasion of recounting the repository of past events happy or otherwise , a time to laugh and rave. I noticed both Krishnan Sahib and Mrs Krishnan was not changed in the least by appearance or mannerism. A lively affable couple as usual.

We finally shook hands, promising to keep in touch and strolled to our respective places in the nip weather.

Off to Chennai

After staying for a week in Kochi we buzzed off to our next destination ,Chennai, by early morning plane and after hiring a taxi ,we zoomed through the traffic ridden roads towards ECR road and eventually into Kapleeshwarar Nagar right in my younger daughter Deepali Kaul’s place by 9.30am.

Kapleeshwarar Nagar is one of the poshiest residential towns built along the Kapleeshwarar seas.

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Kapleeshwarar seas  Chenai

A town with beautiful bungalows many of these like mansions lined on the both sides of internal Criss- Coss roads. The small patches of green grass with small herbs add glory to the township all over.

As we reached Deepali’s place little cute perky Vedika greeted us with a smile raising hands upwards to be hugged.

Annanya (zoonie) the elder one rushed too to be in our tight embrace. Annanya is little shy but very upright and focussed. .

She reads extra story books like Harry potter ones with great interest and has  fascination for mysterious story books.

Annanya has a pet dog Kandy,and liitle Vedika plays with Kandy fearlessly.

Kandy barks at odd times and he sleeps on the verandah on second floor but keeps a vigil all the way. A good companion

Deepali and Sathish  both are IT professionals busy enough to plod on with their work to the extent to be called workaholics.

Only on week ends they find time to relax and exchange some pleasantries and for some family interactions.

The Sun is up early in this part of Country, I awakened in the morning and the world looked remade and shinning. I walked down the beach road for a stroll on the sea side. a walking distance, to watch the spectacular view of the cascading waves enthralling me immensely.

The day wears many colours as the Sun rises , from light orange to blazing noon ,and the setting Sun puts the horizon on a light fire finally transforming into a refreshing and soothing evening.

I gaze at the seas for long hours till evening slips into night. I love the rhythm of the waves sometimes roaring sometimes calming and in this silver chill I lumber on and on the soft sand beaches to relish beauty of the seas at early night.

 

 

BIRDS ARE BEAUTIFUL by BrijKaul

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                           FLOWER SHRUB

 

Birds are beautiful bountiful

birds are brunette brown

red, yellow blue dark

Ticking together like a clock

flying high in a flock

from distant far away land

unlike

Humans united they stand

against vagaries of weather

slithering dark clouds together

moving around in a flock of feather

romancing the colourful environ

chirping cooing on the rhododendron

in my

enchanting green backyard garden

Fragrant flowers tingle little brains

birds flutter the wings and off to

some other place in pouring rains

bringing for a moment so charm

sanguine sensuous and warm

birds are beautiful bountiful

birds are brunette brown

red yellow blue dark

flying across the temple spire

cooing murmuring soft prattle

with no rancor or desire

Ticking away in a flock

       like a moving celestial clock.

birds

are beautiful bountiful brown

fluttering the tiny wings

over the valley- glades

rivers oceans forests

smiling singing together

in cool or hot weather.

birds are beautiful brown.

some with colourful crown

Nimbling away

  at the yellow downy hay.

 

THE OLD MAN by BrijKaul

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path to the garden of Roses.

                                                 

               The old man hobbled down the cobbled street

                   perspiring profusely with intense prickly heat

ambling on languorously

A fleeting

moment to relax a while

standing around stile

A stranger with broad smile

holding old man’s hand to climb

over the small fence into park.

A sprawling one with huge trees

the birds chirping on the branches.

Listening to the cacophonic gaiety

the old man enjoying the filial piety

The symphony

of the mellifluous singing

rejuvenated his low spirits

in a flash he picked himself up

trudging along the path to peep

through the garden of the roses

intoxicating scent enlivening old man

to sensuous divine sleep.

  with wide open eyes

looked askance up

into

the deep blue skies.

 

 

 

THE SNOW FLAKES by Brijkaul

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                                                             The Snow Flakes

Every dawn , a dusky dull day all

Clouds scudding across the horizons

the

wind growling howling groaning

Evening chilly breeze sprinkling dew

over the rose petals green trees

Inclement weather heralding a snowfall

Snow Snow Snow white flakes

drifting dancing rapidly downwards

drooling mountains,trees, forests

folding valley in its clasp

as single soft white alabaster

The severe winter ‘Chillai Kalan’

showing its grinding teeth

by forcing men women children

old and infirm one and all seek heat

draping ‘pherans’ loose robes warm and hot

huddling around ‘Bukhari’ a fire pot

to

combat biting intense winter’s wrath

like a group of smooching sloth

the birds flock to the window sill

to keep warm away from the chill

waiting for snow to stop

so that the mother sparrow

would fly out to hop

from tree to tree to look for

some twigs food picks

to

feed her squeaking pretty chicks.

 snow snow snow the snowflakes

drifting dancing merrily downwards

to cool the fraying tempers

of the earthly whimpers

City of Peace by Brij kaul

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City of Peace

 

Pune

city of peace and promises

people of large hearts

overflowing with milk

of human kindness

A

 city  agog with lively crowds

young springing youths,

giggling frolicking ones

exhibiting libido, elegance of

dress, design fashion

with

aspirations dreams   desires

of touching skies .

Old citizens on early walking tours

dangling staffs while sprinting

for awhile at a leisure

to their great pleasure.

A

city of love and liberty

with no rancor or remorse

towards one and all

The enthralling environs

with green spectacle all over

distant rolling hills beckoning

one and all into its bracing breezy

embrace.

the

breeze a lilting soothing one

but

sensuous intoxicating caressing

the mind and body for a

yearning longing to merge

                                                               in its eternal beauty.

CALIFORNIA WILD FIRES — DEVASTATING ONES by Brijkaul

California  devastating  Fires  with firefighters fighting the battle of fires photo AP.

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On Wednesday 30th October in SIMI Valley California wild fires   caught northwest of Los Angeles in Ventura County unwares,and by nightfall charged 1300 acres(526) hectares,the fury of fires threatened thousands of homes ,orchads ,oilfields, forcing displacement of thousands(roughly7000) of  residents in California to safety .

The scrub fire flared up threatening the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library.

The  fire in Simi Valley flared up early in the dawn , the  flames went  across the dry  grassy slopes  of the hilltop Reagan Library, which houses the late president’s archives and other important manuscripts.

The strike teams of firefighters, backed by water-dropping helicopters and airplane tankers covered the area with  loads of fire retardant, as flames  moved in  on the library campus.

The devastating fire, forced 26,000 people from some of the city’s posh localities to flee.

The fire broke out from a separate conflagration burning in shrub-covered hills near the Getty Center museum . The museum has a collection  including paintings by Van Gogh, Rembrandt and Manet, Greek statues and an array of rare manuscripts.

The fierce Santa Ana winds were cause of a string of fires that engulfed the whole of Southern California. and Riverside County, east of Los Angeles.

With adverse weather conditions the ambers flew across air igniting the spot fires .across the dry forests.

Chad Cook, the chief of forest department Ventura County explained to the reporters, who gathered to ask for  the cause  and remedial steps to ward off  the menacing fires.

“The fire outflanked us very rapidly today, pushed by those 40- to 50-mile-per-hour (40- to 80 km per hour) winds,” . “We did experience gusts up to 65 miles per hour (105 kph) this morning, which made long-range spotting very, very dangerous.” he continued explaining sportingly.

The National Weather Service issued an unprecedented “extreme red flag” .

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen us use this warning,” forecaster Marc Chenard said. “It’s pretty bad.”

The weather services issuing alerts for critical fire warnings covering more than 34000sq.kms involving some 20 miliion people.

Nearly 400,000 homes and businesses statewide on Wednesday went as powerless as a precaution by the state’s largest utility, Pacific Gas and Electric Co, a unit of PG&E Corp (PCG.N).,

The blaze prompted public Schools and Colleges in the area to cancel classes . On nearby ranches, residents in the protective face masks were seen helping horses and other livestock into trailers to drive them to a safety place

The Santa Ana winds at a sustained speeds of 80 to 110 kmp, are a regional weather phenomenon that cause wildfires very often.

Investigators say the Getty fire was likely caused by a broken tree branch blown into power lines during high winds on Monday morning. It spread, consuming 745 acres by Wednesday morning, many houses were gutted completely.

In northern California, the blaze destroyed at least 189 homes and other structures but was largely contained on Wednesday.

The deadly blaze displaced as many as 200,000people.

The fire has begun to cool off after causing menacing damages across much of Southern California for two days.

The subsided fires helped the authorities to gain control over the situation and easing the process of restoring a bit of normalcy.                                                       Sources Reuters

CONCLUSION

It is a fact that Nature cannot be tamed but some steps could be taken to avoid damages to the homes and people at large by shifting them permanently to the regions of safety. for good. The Californian think tank should rummage their brains to scheme out of this frequent fire menace.

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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.