Rishi Kapoor , 67, a charming handsome matinee idol passed away on Thursday 30th April 2020 after relentlessly fighting Cancer over a period of two years.

The news came as a bolt from the blue, received as a big shock not only to Bollywood but to millions of his fans and admirers irrespective of age .

The young and old were simply transfixed by his mesmerized perennial smile that illuminated his chubby countenance and the stunning earthy roles he performed in his films.

The shock was doubly  felt by Bollywood as it lost another versatile actor Irrfan khan just on 29th April a day earlier.

Rishi kapoor starred in dozens of films (126) in 1970’s and 80’s to the very hilt of romanticism. Later he transitioned to character roles from 2000 on wards and successfully carried the day by doing exemplary roles in films like AGNIPATH , MULIK, KAPOOR AND SONS ,102 NOT OUT and many more .

A bubbling youth with legendary Kapoor Clan acting genes stood good stead in his acting career.

He literally carried the family torch to the end and created his own niche in Bollywood.

He was no more a shadow of his illustrated legendary father Raj Kapoor “showman of Indian cinema”.

My Chance meeting with Rishi Kapoor.

I was transferred to Rishikesh glass plant from Pune main plant in mid 1974 as chief quality controller . Our glass plant was mainly to produce injection vials to be supplied to IDPL( INDIANDRUGS PHARMECEUTICALS LTD) a Govt of India undertaking and be as good as its Ancilliary Unit at least in the initial years.

This was time Rishikesh had no hotels but Ashrams only.

The General Manager of IDPL Mr Chawla was kind enough to offer three suites of their Guest house to our plant to accommodate myself and other two heads of Plant operation to have uninterrupted supply of glass vials to the tune of 300,000 nos everyday to IDPL.

To cut the long story short I was residing in the Guest house of IDPL for nearly two years plodding on quietly,   discreetly, modestly till a strange pleasure sequence of an event which I am going to relate, took place .

It was most probably late 1975 almost close to dead of night when a knock on my door of Guest house woke me up. I hurriedly opened the door ,   pleasantly surprised to see Dr Anand “ kaul sahib Come to my place, Rishi kapoor and Nitu Singh have come for dinner” .

I was perplexed but followed him without questioning  to his suite just on the opposite side of my suite in the Guest house itself. At second thought I just started retracing my steps, Dr Anand hollered back a little angrily “What happened not interested”. “oh no I will change my clothes” I blurted out.

“ Kaul Sahib you are fantastically handsome ,come on man” he said assertively holding me by his hand and pulling me hurriedly along side.

Dr Anand, a delightful handsome tall man was senior Doctor in the IDPL Hospital, a very agile affable person but also an important and influential one in the IDPL arena of higher echelons.

There were a few more familiar Couples ,Mr and mrs Goswamy, Mr and mrs Vijay Phadke, and one more couple not familiar to me. already in the living room.

“He is Kaul sahib ,still a bachelor and a fantastic gentleman” Dr Anand introduced me to both Rishi kapoor and Neetu singh and I said “hello” to both extending my hand for warm greetings.

Rishi kapoor held my hand warmly in his both hands and Neetu singh smiled back with just quite an audible ‘hello”.

I had seen Neetu singh as a child artist in her double role in film “ DO KALIYAN” and now a grown up Neetu singh ji was very attractive and exhibiting exuberance of beauty and radiance.

Mrs Anand a graceful gentle lady was all smiling and greeting every guest with great fervour and Dr Anand making sure the main guests Rishi and Neetu enjoyed the carefully cooked niceties to their fill.

Dr Anand insisted me for having something to nibble on and I obliged instantly without much ado.

“so you both are here in the midst of the Himalayan range with a dip in the Ganges for some film shooting.” I asked Rishikapoor to break the silence.

“ yes precisely “ Rishi kapoorji replied briefly.

“you were exemplary in Bobby, especially in the song sequence of ‘hum Tum ek kamre main band ho” I continued.

“It was in Pahalgham Kashmir, I suppose” I said confidentially.

“ yes true’ he replied “ but how do you know it.” he asked nonchalantly.

“He is a Kashmiri”   Mr Phadke said sitting close by.

“Oh I see” Rishikapoor said a bit surprised.

The pleasant surprised get- together came  finally to an end and both of these young actors left for Delhi by about 2 am and we waved our hands kindly.

We thanked Dr Anand and Mrs Anand profusely for such an unforgettable eventful gathering.

Back in my room my young mind journeyed around Bollywood corridors of Mumbai for a while but finally I dozed off to a deep slumber in the warm lap of Holy Ganges. 




I am strolling rather prowling around my own apartment alone observing the ‘ STAY –AT- HOME’ order strictly though reluctantly .

Zitni my young grand daughter had a nasty fall in her apartment in Bangalore on 7th March,2020 and was put in hospital instantly.

My wife S h a r i k a was anxious to go and render help to our daughter B h a v n a and she flew down 0n 10th March, leaving me to fend for myself.

She was bound to return by 25th March 2020 . The sudden but inevitable lockdown announced by our PM Modiji on 23rd March to fight the Corona virus left every one more so myself high and dry.

Modiji addressed the Nation as usual at 8PM and announced lockdown from 12oclock the same night, leaving just four hours for people to catch up with any travel mode to reach one’s homes and be in the arms of their near and dear ones .

S h a r i k a ji thus got stranded at Bangalore and I realized that I have to row the boat of life alone to my destination safely.

Hush fell on the city rather the whole Country as a matter of sudden announcement .

The world was already reeling under lockdown for many weeks now, Wuhan in china, Italy ,Spain , London , New York ,California were blistering under the fatal spell of Corona virus Tsunami, killing thousands of people with no pittance or restrain.

I am now alone for last 39 days managing my lockdown a self quarantine on my own .I am an early riser from the age of early adolescence.

So likewise I wake up very early say 4.30 am to complete my morning ablutions and am well up dressed and done for the day by 7am.

First day in a bizarre situation like this one that too in absence of my dear wife was doggedly difficult.

More so e v e r the Society rightfully ordered domestic maids out of Society arena during the lock down period.


So I gathered my corporate wits to whittle down the survival plan to bare minimum at least initially to start up cooking operations.

So here I was .


I turned the gas stove on to make my breakfast.

I baked sandwich toasts with two boiled eggs and half kettle tea to start with ,put on the music on low tune to ward off the loneliness around.

I seemed to hear voices as though a small crowd gathered on the main road muttering loudly something but being warned off by the passing police jeeps to stay away from roads and soon the road was desolate and I returned to my table to finish my hot sandwiches.

I gobbled down my boiled eggs and nibbled at the remaining toasts ,sipping tea at leisure . Frankly telling you the toasts were over baked but never mind first day at making breakfast. I smiled to myself for a moderately success story.


Being a corporate man all my life ,having served for 47 years in industry in various capacities, I liked to have a fairly good Lunch comprising both veg and non-veg Culinary.

But currently a predicament I was in demanded a sound Lunch akin to bare minimum survival plan to pass away the torrid times.

I decided on a bowl of rice with lentils – dal and green vegetable , chutney or salad. Yes curd is very essential. A  Kashmiri  Pandit cannot survive without curds.

Dinner was on identical menu but occasionally egg curry is being added to garnish the tongue .

Simplification and Standisation

I use this tool of management for washing of Utensils and Cleaning , housekeeping operations.

For instance ,A big 6.50 litre cooker is used for cooking both lentils and vegetables and rice to minimise the use of utensils ,so on and so forth.

Similarly the principle is extended for house keeping operations.

Time Management

 All the facets of above operations are being completed from 8am to 12.30 pm., just four hours time bound programme.

Later on I devote my time to reading writing and some entertainment blues on TV.

These days the sun is up early say by 6.20am and the sky is remade shining ,the beams trickle down from the balcony windows and awash my mind and body .The night fears and loneliness gone far away .and I could hardly remember them.


I am on the wrong side of seventy two but with God’s grace healthy enough to carry the day peacefully progressively without vociferous cries of outrage and anger.

with experience at hand I have now become a good chef to tide over the adversities.

I Pray to Almighty to end the dark days world over and be kind to one and all.





Is   away from me

Caught up in the storm

of pandemic virus

with no means to travel

Waging a war of attrition


Come in close vicinity

In fact into the rhythm

of my balmy lap

I am drifting alone

in titanic deluge

of my love

bemoaning bewailing the


‘to stay- in- Home.’

rattling my mind by browsing

through pages of tome

watching waiting in vain

tingling the nerves of my brain

  in a state of intense strife

          Standing lonely on the square of

daedal paths jostling for life


is away from me

strutting in the room

huffing puffing like a

fluttering bird across

vast limitless blue sky


of what when where why

         separation anxiety whittling

down b’cause of

worldwide Corona Cry.

afflicting the people to die.


is away from me

waging a war of attrition

praying just praying


to be with me.






While world is battling with Corona Virus ,China is limping back to near normalcy though shaky staggering one.

Yes a different normal but definitely to a normalcy.

After nearly ten weeks lockdown being confined to their apartments ,Wuhan ,the city of 11 million is back on its wheels into broad day light.

The trains both subway and intercity are back on the run. The shopping malls, and other trading centers are slowly coming into its own.

The city is agog with hustle and bustle but with difference, the masks being made mandatory to be worn every time without fail.

The business companies and their manufacturing units are back into top gear leaving nothing to any chance whatsoever in order to re-start the economy.

The Wuhan airport is buzzing with passengers moving in and out of the city on business and other purposes.

The city was on lock down since 23rd january2020to wage battle and control the spread of Corona virus at an alarming speed. The corona virus originated from this city itself. So the Chinese authorities isolated the city from rest of he country by ceiling all borders in coming to the city and out going as well, to arrest spreading of the contagious disease to other cities with alar c r i t y.

The Chinese political leaders claim to have won the war of Corona Virus and thus back on the job of resurrection of economic growth.

The task cut out to be no doubt a tough one but definitely conquerable.

Although The Hubei Vice Governor Cao Guangjin said while alerting ”we are acutely aware that we must not relax as we have not claimed final victory.” “we need to remain calm, and be just as cautious at the end as the beginning”, he further added.

courtesy. Reuters

In combating the Corona Virus in Wuhan ,the strict measures were taken immediately by way of lock-down, social distances, and other restrictions have finally paid off and probably the world is learning ,though hard way ,to annihilate the pandemic through their own modified curbs.

The USA has become the latest pandemic epicenter with New York bearing the major brunt of this epicenter at the moment.


Normal with Difference

The normal in china is different now. Workers used to work in china by sitting in close comity literary shoulder to shoulder in Beijing and other E-Commerce centers .

But now after Corona Virus the workers work in staggered shifts , maintaining social distances, wearing masks permanently for the present till a Vaccine is developed to conquer this Virus finally.

Every worker is supposed to fill in the health questionnaire every day compulsorily.

The combination of safety measures and the bouncing back of people from lock-downs of cities getting adjusted to the new norms enunciated by the Authorities.

For instance the people in quarantine must show green – coloured phone scans to confirm they have obtained certificate to the effect of Corona Virus free.

When the Corona Virus pandemic was raging in Wuhan , according to Mother Jones Magazine ,Chinese authorities did an exemplary job in containing and taming the onslaught of the Corona Virus by deploying thousands of staff in tracing the origin of Virus in Wuhan apart from manufacturing about one million kits a day, and building hospitals in days to isolate the virus afflicting patients from the normal ones.

Despite having a near victory over the Corona Virus there is still need to keep hawk eyed alert all the time.

Recently China reported nearly 108 new cases driven by rise of infected travellers arriving from different countries ,a new challenge to be faced by Beijing in containing second possible wave of COVID -19.


Unless the Vaccine is found not  only China but  the world could witness lock-downs for month together.

It is first time nearly 200 countries are fighting the Corona Virus .

97% of the US population is under lock down or shelter in place as the death toll of Corona Virus surges past 21000—the highest in the world.

India is fighting its own relentless battle against The deadly Virus.

The 21 –day lock -down is likely to end on14th April 2020, the Modi Govt is set to extend the Shelter In Homes for at least for a fortnight more.

With positive cases reaching past 9,220 ,the death toll at 332, the need to curb the on going surge of Virus India’s galloping race is being put to halt by all means by the Center and State Govts  .

However the Center is contemplating to reopen some of the businesses partially to put some daily wage earners to work.

But all are awaiting the much needed announcement any time from now onwards.

China is facing criticism that the Chinese Authorities did not let the world know about the Virulency of the deadly Corona Virus in time so that timely measures taken would have saved thousands of lives the world across. This covertly act on part of Chinese has been condemned by the comity of Nations in harsh words.

 China ,however, has unfastened its belts to surge ahead on its path to its reinvention after mitigating the problem of Corona Virus to a great extent.
























On strong demand of my followers both from India and abroad I continue the Story of love begets love.



                                                   SRINAGAR  DAL LAKE


Adieu of the Bride

The arduous night marriage ceremony lasting six hours finally came to end at about 4am and all preparations for the adieu of the bride started instantly.

I sauntered out from the “Lagan Mandhap” into the fresh air. My brother and my friends accompanied me to the corner of a beautifully laid out lawn for a much needed rest.

The starry moonlight was bright one as if greeting with pleasure and promise for a better tomorrow.

Soon after a couple of young ladies voluptuous and buxom ones brought tea and a few sweets for us.

“ Will you stay here to drink tea or come inside” one of the ladies asked me in a low tone.

“ no no it is fine here only “ I answered abruptly.

“ in case if it is convenient to you that way” I continued.

“ yes, yes , no issue” the other lady said politely.

In a relaxed mood we had a few cups of tea .

There was nip in the air and gentle breeze blew. Only small white fluffs of clouds were littered on the sky but the dazzling moon overshadowed these clouds to reduce them to a mere cluster of specks.

While studying the nature closely I dozed off to sleep but only for a while as my uncle— Babuji, woke me up for redoing my crumpled turban and a bit of facial makeup to look a smarty groom after night’s tiresome ceremony.

The “ Bidai” — farewell of the bride , a tearful one ,the tears rolling down the cheeks of both mother father of the bride made the occasion very emotional one ,and all the more the situation took a compassionate turn when the bride’s younger sister started weeping bitterly but was placated to reconcile to the situation with great difficulty.

Somehow the bride managed to get into the Groom’s –Maharaz’s specially decorated car and I subsequently sneaked in ,the driver, my friend zoomed off to the main road towards my home.

We lived in the same locality of Karan-nagar ,a posh colony sprawled over nearly five to six acres—a thousand odd Bungalows ,predominately belonging to Kashmiri Pandits spanned all across the colony.

We took a longer route and finally reached home,18 karan-nagar amidst the fanfare of Kashmiri music and singing finally to a sizable gathering of my family members.

The children were more vociferous dancing with gaiety and gusto.

An impressive welcome to my heart’s fill.

All the eyes were on the Bride and she was escorted by my elder sister along with bunch of young ebullient family girls lifting the frill of the sari occasionally to have a glimpse of the bride .

“ oh my God she is beautiful ” said one of the guests nudging me with a smile.

“ A good find, treasure trove of beauty” said my other younger cousin .

“ keep quiet” my sister Bengashi commanded and all calmed down allowing the bride to have a ritual ceremony of ‘Dawar-Puja’ at the very   entrance of the house .

The ‘Dawar-Puja’ is performed to seek benediction for the new couple.

The Bride- ‘Maharin’ was seated in the corner of living room at an elevated place specially designed and decorated with carpets and flowers for her comfortable stay.

The flow of ladies guests was continuous ,each lady would sit for a moment, after having a glimpse of the bride move on to the adjacent room for a tete-a-tete .

Most of the charming ladies would kiss the forehead of the bride and move ahead offering verbal blessings but for some of the old ladies who would glare with frowns and suspicion and move ahead reluctantly after kissing the bride .

The ladies would gather in groups over a cup of tea ,being served at a stretch ,and thus discuss the Bride of the day mostly in whispers , occasionally breaking the silence to ask for something special to eat .

“hatbi Leelavati ati chuna katlam ya bagharkani” the young lady hollered in chaste Kashmiri, meaning literally “ Hi leelavati, is there any Katlam or Bagarkhani” the special Kashmiri bakery items much relished and sought after by the women on marriage occasions.

Leelavati , a middle aged woman, tall and with bushy eyebrows, black thick hair done up in a silkily looped ponytail, responded with the requested bakery items without any ado.

At 11.30PM I moved to the room on the first floor ,a charming one done with carved wooden ceiling ,the walls painted with light yellow ,a large portrait of Lord Shiva adorned the side wall . The main wall lit by modern sconce lights.

The big double bed draped with brightly colored bed covers and decorated with wreaths of marigold flowers interspersed with green small leaves .

. I changed into night dress to sleep in ,a checked shirt and a matching pair of Pyjamas.

A group of girls along with my younger sister Anita escorted sharika “hello brother take care of your lovely wife” Anita said leaving soon after while closing the door behind her.

Sharika still in bride’s dress walked in listlessly wearing tired looks but smiling though coyly.

she just sat beside me on the wicker sofa and started taking off her bridal attire to get into more comfortable formal one.

I moved to the corner of the room looking out of the window deliberately to give her a moment of privacy.

The night was cold and crisp. As the night deepened , the moon was still brightly dazzling on the sky . As I was reflecting on the vagaries of Nature,  Sharka’s feeble but audible voice reached into darker recesses of my ears .

I turned to find her lying back in a recumbent position on the edge of the bed.

Her dark tresses sloping down on to her bosom with radiating serene countenance ,luscious lips and searching eyes , a rare moment for a pleasure embracement.

The sun was up in the sky and its rays glanced through the windows directly on to my eyes.

I woke up to the much announced dawn , and found sharika ready to slip down the stairs to the living room perhaps following the rituals of being an ideal traditional daughter in law to greet the family members. at the very break of dawn.

However a gentle knock made sharika to get up and open the door instantly.

To her surprise  she saw my elder sister Bengashi standing in the doorway with a tray of three cups of tea. greeting us with a smile and a pleasant “ good morning” .

“ why did you bring the tea ?I was coming down on my own” sharika said feeling quite embarrassed.

Bengashi asked me to get up for having bed tea.

we found the tea good one and it gave opportunity to bring sharika more closely into the family ambit.

“ I am here in Srinagar for last one month helping to cover up this marriage. I am going back to my husband ,your jeejaji – brother-in law on 26th October” Bengashi said addressing to us both.

“ When are you going back? “ she asked me brusquely .

“ I am going on 29th October” I replied briefly.

“ Will Sharika accompany you as well. ?”    Bengashi continued her conversation.

“ Yes I think so. Baigash( father) and Kakni( mother) have given their consent” I replied without hesitation.

“Ok Fine. That is good.”

Bengashi ,followed by Sharika, went downstairs to the living room leaving me to fend for myself for the moment atleast.

In a trice I got ready closing the door firmly behind me and walked into narrow small passageway which led to my younger cousin Ravinder ‘s room.

“Hello brother how are you feeling after marriage. “ Ravinder a tall young man asked me in a casual tone.

“ Hello I was thinking to spend a few nights in Gulmarg,Can you arrange my stay there.” I pleaded.

Ravinderji, my brother, whome we call kakaji fondly, was a scientist working at High Altitude Research Laboratory ,Gulmarg .

“No problem brother you can come and we make your stay  as comfortable as can be, in our guest house.” He confirmed . “only confirm me the date,infact we will go together .” Kakaji continued.

The week was hectic we did go to Gulmarg and stayed for three days ,enjoying the snow capped Alpine Mountaineous range at an altitude of 800 ft from sea level.

A meadow of green verdure in summer and a white snow in winter, Gulmarg stands out outstanding with mesmerising Nature’s beauty.

we loitered in the Srinagar city with shikara drives on the shimmering waters of Dal lake and long drives on the boulevard road encircling the lake to our heart’s fill.

Finally on 29th October 1975 we flew out to Delhi and went to my operational headquarters Rishikesh , a town sacred one beautifully nestled in the foothills of Himalayan range of hills in Uttarkhand State of northern India ,the Holy Ganges running through the town inexplicably.The flow of gurgling waters of the river was exceedingly beautiful.

Known popularly as the pilgrimage town ,holiest of holy places Rishikesh is home to the sages from ancient times who lead ascetic lives in search of spiritual knowledge and truth behind the existence of this universe.

I had been lately transferred and promoted as Quality head of JG glass plant Rishikesh from the main plant in Pune.



Rishikesh ,a town agog with ringing of temple bells both in the morning and evenings at MUNI KI RETI Ganga Ghat , and the devotees thronging the famous Laxman Jhoola for offering prayers in the temples of Gita Bhavan ,Parmarth Niketan presented a captivating view.

we saw the female devotees ,unmindful of surroundings around , taking off the clothes surged across the gushing waters of holy Ganges exposing their expansive nudity to the romanticism of the nature .Just being overwhelmed with the thought of seeking salvation following a sacred dip in the holy Ganga waters.

With the passage of time Sharika and myself , mingled with the gaiety and galore of the sacred town to be its part and parcel, thus enjoying the peaceful life for a decade or so .

The memories galore and we recount each one fondly.


























Won’t let you into my nestling

to torment my fleshy castle


my sacred sanctified soul

 Oh: Wicked Carona Virus

on the rampage the world across

   inconceivable inscrutable invincible

formless, odourless, colourless

angry hungry

wiping out the humanity from

Wuhan to Madrid

Rome to New York

California to Ottawa

Frankfurt to Paris

Hongkong to Bombay

Kochi to Delhi

        unprecedented anomalous abstruse

engulfing every nook and corner


the spree of annihilation .

world reeling under lockdown

to combat the fear of

oblivious clueless tireless.

wicked Corona Virus

Won’t let you into my nestling

to torment my fleshy castle


my sacred sanctified soul

oh: wicked Corona Virus

no more of any bouts

wrestling bustling trestling


your fretful gnawing glance


by Social Distance

  Lockdown lockdown


option to avoid


deadly breakdown.


A moment just to cherish today

intoxicating under her sway

with fragrance filled aura


rhythmic lissome fleshy corridors

swaying with coquettish grace

luring me for caressing

impassioned lovely face.

A drew drop kiss effused

radiating my love


blissful ecstasy.

A moment just to cherish

the ephemeral moments

scurrying through purring waters

pungent shadows of long trees


in the joyful gentle breeze

laying entwined in her arms


browsing through glistening

expansive treasure trove

pervading her passionate love.

under the bonnet blue sky.

in a moment of exaltation we

barrelled across the lush glades

absorbing flavour of blossoming


So enchanting engrossing

uniting soul mates to the

fanciful dreams of romanticism..

A moment just to cherish today

intoxicating under her sway

oh my gosh

love is revitalizing

And is fantasizing


desires emotions

of two hearts

sewn into one

and only one,

MY STORY. by Brijkaul


Living for 44 years in wedlock has been sweet sour relationship, though arduous at times, but definitely a joyous journey a milestone to cross and be proud of.

It is love begets love situation and never ending story of anger , arguments , but nevertheless ceaseless memorable moments of courtship with resonance of love romance and passion.

Way back in early ’70’S I worked in Pune , obviously a difficult predicament I was in to travel to Srinagar every now and then for selecting the right girl to be my wife.

On the face of it ,looked stupid even those days to come from such a far distance simply to say yes or no.

But my father, being an astute resolute person, was in fact keen to seek my consent to the selection of the girl in waiting before proceeding ahead.

I undertook this uncomfortable voyage twice and finally gave in. I told my father to handle the job on his own.

“ Dad “, I said ”you are fully competent to do this for me and my consent is always there. I trust you and mum.” “All Kashmiri girls are good gracious and educated .so there is no problem as such” I continued emphatically.

“ ok my boy ,so nice of you to say so. But the task for me is more difficult now” He laughed heartily.

My father , a tall , be spectacled six footer of swarthy complexion was endowed with great sense of humour.

An educationist of repute, being in touch with young students , he was very much young at heart too.

Moreover he had love marriage with my beautiful small sized angel mother.

My mother was my grandfather’s bosom friend’s daughter . My father loved my mother very much and eventually married her.

Soon after I received a photograph ,exceedingly beautiful one of my wife.

The chiselled features with deep set dove eyes , demurely innocence made me simply to fall in love with the photograph who  eventually  became the queen of my tender heart.

Interestingly the photograph framed in exclusively silvery designed frame adores my working desk in my home office.

I just conveyed my consent in a jiffy through trunk call to my father .

I could imagine my consent might have done wonders for my father by relieving him from the stress that had compressed his mind for a long time.

My father recounted me the girl’s family background and I would say “ok ok” least interested in knowing that and hung the phone instantly.

I and my younger sister were yet to be married.

Father was keen to see me married so that he could relax with responsibilities taken off his shoulders.

My two elder sisters and two brothers were married already.

The eldest sister ,whom we fondly called Bengashi was great inspiration and help to my father. She was very upright ,modern woman and had full authority to take decisions regarding home affairs without any hitch.

Elder daughters were always a center of power and authority in a Kashmiri Pandit family to negate or accept any decision to be taken. So my sister, with affable magnetic personality ,was the most loved one of all the children.

I travelled down to Delhi in a train and flew to Srinagar by plane , very unusual at that time, to see my heartthrob.

As the plane descended on to Srinagar airport ,the resplendent nature with snow capped mountains glittering through the bluebonnet skies, opened up a breathtaking view of the Paradise on earth ,my beautiful Kashmir.


The marriage date was fixed as 19th October 1975.

My father ,a social reformer and ardent activist forebade any money spinning Celebrations like “Gandhun”– engagement and “Durbati”— a special lunch organised by maternal side .

Marriage was an elaborate saga , as expected of   typical Kashmiri marriages those days with great fanfare.

Ceremony Groom’s house

The ladies invited dressed in  co lo u rf u l  attires , sang Kashmiri songs ,to the tunes of Kashmiri music with the twang of their noses , ‘ Wanvun’— a melodious refrain sung by a group of ladies. The guests were served with pink salted tea (sheer chai) in the midst and at intervals  of the singing throughout day and night ,

Finally on the D-day I was center of attraction , being decorated as Groom by my uncle ,  fondly called ‘Babuji’,who helped me to tie the turban with specially stitched ACCHKAN for the occasion. ‘Babuji’ was connoisseur  of our family loved and respected by one and all.

Before the marriage procession I stood on the ‘Vyoog’  —Rangoli , a decent decorative designed pattern of dry colours and the eldest Aunty gave nabbad a sweet hard dessert to nibble at . I and the Guests (Baraat) proceeded for bride’s house in several cars .

Those days the craze for marriages was at high pitch.. The guests and all others enjoyed to one’s fill.The participation used to be with  great zeal and fervour.

Reception at Bride’s place

 As soon as I and my Baraat (marriage procession) reached Bride’s place ,just at stone’s throw from our house, the relatives of bride greeted us by blowing a conch shell.

Here again as per ritual I was to stand on the ‘Vyoog ‘and the maternal uncle of the bride brought the bride out on to the Vyoog where I was made to stand.

The mother of the bride performed puja with lamps made of wheat flour and fed us both with the Nabad – the hard sweet dessert , and the purohit performed the Dwar pooja   before leading us to the Lagan (marriage ) mandhap – the auspicious place .

One more typical tradition of Kashmiri Pandit marriage is the performance of POSH PUZA , not performed in Hindu Indian marriages .

We were made to sit in comfortable posture , a red cloth was put on our heads and all relatives of both families offer flowers to the chanting of Vedic hymns .

The newly weds are regarded as Shiva and Pa r v a t i and worshipped as such .

Now I could see my bride dressed in beautiful sari and bedecked with ‘Dejaharu’   an ear ornament with golden tussels that pass through the the middle cartilage of the ear. The holes are pierced in Kashmiri Pandit girls at very early age of 4 or 5 years .

The ‘Dehjaru’ is having same sanctity as ‘Mangal sutra’ for Indian brides.

 At this late stage of life the myriads of memories trickle down the mind and heart and I gleefully watch my wife Sharika for hours together ,still beautiful and glittering like Summer’s Sunny morning,thus enjoying every bit of the fleeting moments .



The acrimonious somersault of Jyotiraditya Scindia from the Congress party smelt of his betrayal to both, the Party that chiselled him to be an astute politician and to the peoples’ trust of Guna his home constituency in Madhya Pradesh.

A politician nurtured for 18 years with coveted union Ministry for many years, should choose to ditch the party to be in the opponent lap for an immediate political gains at a time when Congress Party needed him the most.

Mr Scindia’s actions have therefore established the fact that these so called ‘young political crop’ treat politics as a career and not essentially as ‘service to people ‘.

His short cryptic resignation letter amply signifies the above fact in the lines mentioned ” I move on “ in   the most casual manner despite the Party holding him in high esteem always.

The attitude of Mr Scindia is deplorable, too ambitious and also atrocious hence not good for him or the country as such in the long run.

He cannot inflict any harm on the Himalayan Congress Party.

No doubt The Kamal Nath government is in tizzy and scurrying for survival but the veteran leader like him would not lay down arms without a fight true to his temperament.

Grave Situation.

The Congress party is no doubt in grave situation as BJP is in process of destabilizing its elected governments through defections. It should worry the right thinking people of this country that such back door entrance could have far reaching implications on the Politics of India.

The situation has come to such a pass due to dithering of decisions to select/elect a new president in place of Rahul Gandhi, who resigned some eight months ago. the Congress is drifting in and unable to drag itself from its  vacillating whirlpool.

Rahul Gandhi has made it clear that the Party should elect President out of the bond of Gandhi family to reinforce sense of belonging for one and all and thereby ensuring a fair chance for the right person to demonstrate his or her ability to rejuvenate the party.

But unfortunately most of the talented leaders have little or no connection with grass roots. Being in power for long such leaders have lost their mass appeal and hence not either confident or not willing to take responsibility as prominent one of the President of the Congress .

Sonia Gandhi is still most authoritative leader with great appeal to steer the party to its rightful place.

Again Mr Jyotiraditya Scindia exit should be an alarm to rope in leaders available and new ones from diverse background who are wedded to the core ideology and willing to rise to the political call from time to time to uphold and afloat the congress party as the party of peoples’ aspirations.

Moreover Congress should sincerely address to the crises of organization ,leadership, ideology and decentralize some of its vital decision making bodies so that a strong feeling of belonging is infused in each and every cadre of the organization to propel it as a strong opposition in the present scenario.


 It is not going to be easy for Mr Scindia   to get into ideological foot prints of BJP as being its virulent opponent till recently both in Parliament and outside and needs to slog on for a considerable time to earn saffron kudos.

Secondly being a sub regional leader in his home state he will be not accepted in his new role easily to sail him off to his rightful destination.

The Congress needs to keep its flock together at a time when its ideological polarization is at loggerheads.