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.

 

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

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.

THE CLOUDS by brij kaul

 

Before keeping her feet on the floor

Mohini

went through her typical morning

pandiculation process of yawning

In

a stately gait barefeet walking

across the long corridor

peeking through the window

The fluffy dark dank clouds loomed across

limitless sky

grumbling   growling   threatening

season’s first rainfall

in moment of minutes

it

rained heavily, a torrential downpour

quenching thirst of the parched earth

with

 full gaiety gusto  and mirth

Mohini joins the dancing group

of

men women children boys girls

old young infirm healthy

the incessant rains slithering down

fleshy bosoms and soggy countours

swaying hips and swinging bodies

to the rhythm of spattering waters.

The rolling clouds engulfing the lagoons

Mohini

swirling singing lapping up to

entrancing

nature cooling off her torrid

sensuality.

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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