IF NOT THIS, WHAT IS FESTIVITY ?

 He weather is wonderful, a gentle breeze is blowing, somebody is playing a tune on the Surbahar, (a string instrument, a little bit like Sitar) some more people are accompanying on pakhavaj,  I am in the company of friends whose heads are nodding rhythmically to the tunes, occassionaly they open their eyes and raise their arms in appreciation of the mastery of the musicians. One teenaged girl is arranging some of the 200 odd `diyas ‘ lit in front of the stage . Interspersed with potted plants, the diya’s are kept on a `jaali’ made with red bricks.  A hundred flames flicker with the breeze and create a delight for photographers. The atmosphere is beautiful, even idyllic.  The setting is `other worldly’. 

I am not dreaming, All this is not happening on a posh house boat in the backwaters of Munnar and I haven’t paid a fortune to be here. In fact I have paid nothing, zero rupees and zero paisas to partake these pleasures.

I am in Viraasat, the 15 day annual cultural bonanza in Dehradun and have been lucky to get a seat in the third row from the stage. The performing group is Sh. Gundecha, the leading pakhawaj player of India.  The girl who is arranging the Diyas is a volunteer like dozens of others who are helping to organize this Jamboree of an event. It brings together Painters, singers, musicians, dancers, craftsmen, poets and many other performers of different hues and nationalities. No wonder the venue is bursting at the seams. It has become an annual habit for the ordinary citizens of Dehradun and a complete addiction for the `Culture Vultures’ of Dehradun. It is no surprise that performer after performer congratulates the people for being Quiet and patient.  Congratulations Dehradun, you have won a place in the hearts of performers who really appreciate an appreciative audience.

I have often written that cities have a character much like people. This annual event makes Dehradun  a much culturally aware  and learned city.  It graduates to be counted in the list of  capital cities  as it grows taller every year with the completion of the event.  It has given us all  a chance to listen to a Galaxy of Performers at Virasat including many Padma honour holders and also Bharat Ratna’s.

Viraasat is organized by some crazy individuals who I am told beg and borrow money to organize this festival, they then beg the artists to perform here at reasonable prices. Then they beg the thousands of people who come to listen to the top performers of the country (and from abroad). They beg the people to not litter the venue, keep their mobile phones switched off and to remain seated during performances. (Lately they also have to beg some individuals to not disrupt the proceedings who are saying that local artists are not included).

Organizers please continue to be crazy, please continue to beg and borrow, we the audience promise that we shall behave, even pay a small entrance fee,  Sponsors please keep your Purse strings loose for making these events possible. Weather gods , please be kind as you have been this time. Protestors, join the fun and be a part of this movement, or become national level performers to be included. 

The primary purpose for writing this piece is to thank the organizers who no doubt think at some point that organizing Viraasat is a thankless job.  The media has stopped writing about the effort it takes to organize it because its regularity gives the impression that it all happens in `auto’ mode. 

I can speak for myself and maybe for some others too, that year after year, we enjoy the music,  the lights, the candles, the mela (fair) like atmosphere, the food, the handicrafts and the general `everybody wins’ sort of mood. Thank you very much organizers, you just made my year.

This for me is Diwali. If not this, what is festivity?

 

 

Param Jigyasu

published in GP on the 31st oct 2013

 

PLEASE LEAVE MY SUNDAY ALONE

 There seems to be something wrong with us as a society. We are working seven days a week. We will go crazy very soon, we might even get overheated  and explode. As it is we have a six days a week  I fear that  14.28 : 85.72 Ratio of holiday to working days  in a six day week  is much worse than 28.57: 71.43 ratio of a five days a week.  The ratio  is 1:6 compared with  2:5 of a five day a week.

My biggest complaint is against Schools. They have something happening every Sunday. Extra classes, registeration,  sports day practice, marathon race, marching practice, student body meetings, self improvement workshops, play practice  and what have you.

Why ? Is six days not enough, is one extra hour every day not enough. When will the children learn to wash their own sports shoes and help in the house, when will they get an oil massage and when will they learn to bind their own books, paint a fence, mend the bicycle, polish the car,  go for helping out their grandmother, buy vegetables,  when will they go to Church,  Arya Samaj and the Gurudwara who have their programmes on Sundays. Will the children ever be able to do `Kar seva’. Will they be able to do community service ever in their life if they have spent a majority of their Sundays in their formative years doing this that and the rest in Schools.

I have been planning a picnic with  some four families for the last 8 to 10 weeks on a Sunday. Children in these families are of various ages and go to different schools. Its  just not being possible. All the children and their parents have some or the other school duty.

Mothers, specially working mothers have so much work to do on a Sunday, wash some extra clothes, do some essential shopping, call on their own mothers, , get the sofa fabric changed, mend  some clothes, hang a picture, get their hair dyed, get some other stuff done at the parlour, tend to the garden, wash the window panes, make pickle, read a book, some magazines, do some special cooking, rearrange their cupboard, do some winter/summer putting away of clothes.  It is for this reason that mothers hate this business of having to get children ready and drop/pick children from School on a Sunday. Dear School `wallahs', please return my children to me, i have lent them to you for six days.

My second complaint is against people who are friends but who want to sell something to you. Dear friends , please don’t sell anything to me on a Sunday, unless i ask you for it.  

My third complaint and the most serious one is against those people who tend to keep those meetings/ pieces of work for a Sunday which require the maximum amount of uninterrupted time. If such a person is your boss, or a client if you are a working professional, then you are going to hate him with your guts. Dear Boss please  reform, finish your work latest by Saturday evening and leave your subordinates alone who are single and who have wash their clothes and meet their girlfriends,  you also go out  to fly a kite with your children, the fear is they will never learn from anyone other than their father.

There is a fourth group of people who are even more irritating. They ask what you are doing on a Sunday and when you tell them that you are thinking of re-potting some of the rose bushes and redoing the vegetable patch, they think that you are being ridiculous and you would be better off discussing balance sheets which are ` already overdue’.  They will tell you that picnics are for kids and watching movies is for bored housewifes and washing the car is a waste of time and going out cycling is giving too much trouble to your body. A big BOO to this kind.  Discussing and doing leftover work is a better use of time .

I hope the readers will agree that letting your hair down and roaming around the whole day in pyjamas and not doing too much sensible things on a Sunday is equally important.

Why don’t we work properly and really hard in the six available days?. We shall  discuss that another day but for the time being please have some fun on a Sunday and don’t ruin it for someone else too.

 

Param Jigyasu

 

HOW WILL THEY CELEBRATE GANDHI JAYANTI

 I am thinking about our poor local Netas (leaders). They won’t have anything to say in front of Mahatma Gandhi’s  on this 2nd of October after  garlanding his statue.  

 I say this because it is my humble expectation that people  would go to the Samadhi of Bapu, the father of our nation  on that day, put their hand on their heart and say, this is what I have done for the people of this country in the past year, I have served the `Daridranarayan’ in these ways. This is how I have used my position of power to benefit some others who are in need.  I educated some children, pulled so many people out of poverty and so on.

That is not going to happen because our men and women in the government would have  nothing to say. They will spend only two minutes in front of the Samadhi, because the heart to heart chat is going to be of a small duration.

Neta is not going to tell Gandhiji about the shooting incident by one of their own MLA’s  perhaps in a drunken state upon a lot of others , Even the man who has been shot has been made to keep quite. FIR lodged under pressure of the opposition in the assembly. If that man was a thin chap wearing a beard, the security  chaps would have shot him dead  there and then. The Macho man is himself not going to be seen within a mile of the Samadhi.

Netaji is not going to have a confession about dragging his feet in the matter of rescue and rehabilitation of the poor in the hills after the Recent Floods.  Netaji will not speak about the arrogance of his officers in dealing with the problems stated by the ruling partys and the opposition’s MLA’s and the junior officers .

Babu’s  will not tell Gandhiji about the mining where thousands of trucks move with political patronage.  The various ministers will not talk of moneys collected in transfers, promotions and recruitment.  Gandhiji would perhaps not  understand the  need to bribe someone to get a certain ‘plum’ posting because he may not  understand that some postings had more potential of ` upar ki kamai’ than the others. I am sure that our netas will not spend any time explaining this.

The Neta’s will not tell Gandhiji about the cat fight that occurred in Mussoorie on 15th of august about who gets to pull the rope to unfurl the national flag on the city square, no ,no, they would feel so small in talking about this. Its another matter that they may have actually become very small when they did the wonderful arm-wrestling show.

Netas may have some things to tell about the human suffering  in the past three months in the hills, they may tell Gandhiji that petrol now costs Rs 80, the same as onions, the US dollar which used to cost Rs 1 in his time costs Rs 65 and the British pound is Rs 100. If a Britisher could buy one metre of  cloth then , with the same money he can buy 100 metres. Gandhiji is going to be very sad to hear all this. The Neta actually will not waste time in telling all this. The neta will probably just keep quiet.

I suspect that  netas will wear their imported watches, their terry-cot  Safari Suits, take a seat in a convoy of cars to reach home, have  a drink of scotch whiskey  and go to bed.

 

Param Jigyasu

 

Punishment for rape

 A lot of people are saying a lot of things about Rape and the correct punishment for it.  It is interesting how everybody is making laws for Rape with the exception  of the law –making  body, The Indian Parliament

Every third person in the  government is a lawyer these days instead of a common sensical  common man . The opposition has also got a lot of lawyers as a counter balance.  The debates on TV look like court room battles.  One would not give the debates  such an honourable mention if Leaders of opposition, Cabinet ministers and party spokespersons didn’t appear on them with unfailing regularity. 

Mukul Rohatgi  (Ex Additional Solicitar General) once said on one of these debates  “Whenever a crime happens there are voices which say- Hang them by the nearest lamp post, but that is not how laws are made”.   Death for rape is more easily said than done.  

One governmental  lawyer-spokesperson said that Rape has to be categorized into the following categories.  Rape in marriage, rape outside of marriage, rape of a minor, rape of an invalid/demented person, rape with violence, rape with brutality, rape with attempt to murder and Rape with Murder. This sounds sick but the punishment for the last two types of crimes is already death if it is a rarest of the rare cases. 

What is left then is the case of Rape. What is Rape ? There is a large chapter of Legalese on the definition of rape. The reason why I lift a pen to put on paper is to say that all rape is Violence, Rape is not a crime of passion, Forced Sex may be a small part of the crime but it is mostly violence. It is a different violence, it is always brutal because the perpetrator uses his brute force to inflict injury both physical and mental in order to permanently scar and scare the victim. So what should be a good punishment? 

The important thing here is what is happening inside his mind.  He thinks that someone somewhere will support him. HE THINKS THAT IT IS A SMALL INFRINGEMENT ON SOMEBODY’S PERSONAL SPACE WHICH WILL BE FORGOTTEN JUST LIKE MANY OF HIS EARLIER INDISCRETIONS.   In other words a person only takes the step to do a full fledged rape only when he has made small moves in the past and they have been ignored/forgotten  or  encouraged by his friends and peer group. Such a person takes the laxity of the justice delivery system for granted. Such a person thinks  he is never going to be caught and punished. Maybe he thinks that he will get a small punishment of which he is not scared anyway.  It is done by a person who is summarily  `Uddand’  (roughly translated means insolent). So what should be the correct punishment?

Some people have raised questions about the jail system itself being so faulty that a prisoner has too many rights and eventually he may manage to scare the victim or get out one day and get back at the victim and family. Therefore a jail term is no good.  I will write a separate piece on that later but first the conclusion of the above essay. 

A lot of studies have indicated that rape is an act of violence and all the punishment should be directed towards curbing of the violent tendencies.  If  prisons could reform then lets send them there.  Perhaps we need to relax this business of human rights of prisoners a little bit for rapists. The punishment has to be visible yet not cruel like in the Roman times.

I want you people out there to think if we could think of new methods outside of the existing system to reform them with the purpose of integrating them back in the society. Here are a few suggestions. They are all better than killing the rapist (death penalty)  or making him a Government guest with proper human rights  for 20 years.   We have to make them work and  not deprive them  of the company of other humans. 

1.       Make them wear a  collar/ belt / leg strap  on which `I am a rapist’ is written. Let them out and let them work in the middle of everyone. 

2.       Make that collar emit a sound every ten minutes which says `mujhe afsos hai, main balatkari tha’  ( I am sorry I was a rapist) 

3.       Rather than making their other organs useless , make their  hands useless. How about letting them do menial jobs  but with their hands tied with a handcuff.  Hand cuff should read `I am a rapist’.

4.       Give them a job in a public place like a gate-keepers/ shoe keepers  job or as a cashier in a super market where a lot of people will see them. Make them wear  a metal plate which says `I am a rapist’. Keep them  symbolically chained to the gate or the desk. Make them give part of their wages to some fund which rehabilitates victims. 

5.       Put them in for hard work on a shipping vessel/light house/ with no leave for 10 years.

 

Please send me your thoughts on paramjigyasu7@gmail.com  . The debate is not yet finished

Param Jigyasu

 

you cant be cruel to someone so wonderful

When these horrific incidents of rape and violence happen, I feel ashamed to be a man who is  supposed always be in the role of a protector and even more so in India where there are festivals dedicated to it.

But I do search my soul and think `what if’.   I try to find if there is the same animal lurking somewhere inside me also.  What if I got tempted on a day when no one was looking and a certain girl looked helpless, and every thing looked easy.  If it looked like I would be able to get away with forcing myself on someone who could put up only a little resistance, would I do it?  Would I be able to scare the girl enough so that she would not have the courage to tell someone?  Would I be able to land a few blows and kicks on her before departing so that she would remain unable to speak  for some time till I made my escape. Mind you I have grown up in a very violent part of India.

After deep deep thinking, I think that the answer to all the above question is a loud `No’ . But mind you this ‘no’  has a rider. It is not that I am beyond temptation, It is also not that I am being scared of the law or not being able to live with the fact that one day I would be recognized somewhere, There are a billion people out there.  The search for the evil part of me in my heart does not pull a blank, it brings out memories of my twenties where I nearly did something wrong, thinking that a little indiscretion would be forgotten.

The real reason why I (and a million others) would never do such a thing is because, I have found the tender side of my whole being with the help of women. Right from the times when I was a child of 8 and used to play small games like `pithoo’ with a rubber ball( I think it is called `seven slates’ in English) with boys and girls of the same age, it was known that you couldn’t hit the girls too hard with the ball. Even when a boy hit another boy too hard, the first protest would come from a girl. Girls not only expect a bit of tenderness, they also know how to give loads of it.  You can see that the play of a mixed group of children is always less rowdy than a group which has only boys.

I had the good fortune of going to educational institutions where I could always learn a thing or two from the girls, a little more generous sharing of food, their streaks of protection of other younger girls, a little bit of nurturance, kindness, some thoughtful  appreciation and critique, I have no doubt that I would be  a lot poorer in my personal growth if I did not grow up in a Co-ed along with girls. 

There are reams written about understanding women but this much can be said quite clearly that in matters of her body, its either a `yes ‘ or a big NO  and those males who do not understand that `no’ have missed out on a life time of education.  If they cannot understand that women of all ages and nationalities and societies protect their personal space very fiercely, they have grown up knowing only half the story. They have not learnt that forcing  your way with a woman will only create hatred and no love.  There is so much more to be gained from being on the right side of these wonderful  people than to be on the wrong side

These clichéd  sentences are being written to drive home a very important point.  It is extremely important to make sure that your children learn to treat the opposite sex like equals.

DO NOT send your children to single sex schools and colleges, they never learn enough about the likes , dislikes, quirks, insecurities, fears, obsessions, in fact the entire world view of the other sex.  I am sure that if some of  these criminals  had gone to a co-ed  school from the beginning this violence wouldn’t have happened. I rest my case.

Do send me your comments on  paramjigyasu7@gmail.com.

Param Jigyasu

 

GIVE US OUR DAILY BREAD O’ LORD (without the chemicals if possible)

 We all eat bread fairly regularly.  We are all dependent on the local and not so local bakeries for it.

Making bread is fairly simple, yet we are somehow reluctant to make it at home. It is true that people, especially housewives are fairly stressed and overworked already but we all do make `Rotis’ don’t we.

There are plenty of things which are wrong with `Bazaar bread’. There are many good reasons why we should make bread at home. Just see the difference.

Bread bought from the Bazaar

The stuff is being sold under dozens of names, Sandwitch bread, breakfast bread, Atta bread, Multi-grain Bread,  brown bread,  milk bread,  sweet bread,  fruit bread etc.  Bad news is that all of it is more or less the same thing.

Selling Bread is one big example of widespread `Thugee’. It is a big racket and we are all getting cheated daily.  The following is a list of things which are wrong with mass produced bread.

1.       It has preservatives to increase shelf life. We buy in Dehradun bread which is made in Ludhiana, Chandigarh, and Delhi etc.  It doesn’t go bad for 5 to 6 days because of the excessive preservative chemicals in it

2.       The label itself tells you about how many chemicals it has. (namely preservative 282, acidity regulator 260, emulsifiers 481(i) and 471 and 472(a). antioxidant 300 and improver 1100,510,923,924(a) and 341(i)  ). All this is purposely made to sound like Greek  so that hapless consumers can’t understand it.

3.       The  brown bread is brown not because it has whole wheat flour  but because it has colour.

4.       The multigrain bread has some 1% grain  by weight which is essentially  pasted on the outside of the bread. Inside is the same bread.

5.       The whole exercise of making bread is the process of making a small amount of flour look like a huge loaf.  Some 60 to 70 % of the volume is of plain air.  If you flatten a slice of moist bread with a rolling pin (belan), it will become like paper, barely 1/4 th of its original size. In other words you buy a sponge.  The 500 gram bread looks the same size as a 800 gram bread used to look earlier.  The weight of flour that you get in a loaf of bread that cost  Rs.20 to Rs 25 is not more than 220 to 240 grams. If you add the cost the cost of sugar, salt, and oil, the value of the food in it is not more than Rs 5. When you add the cost of  manufacturing, chemicals, colour, wrapping, transport , marketing etc , it probably costs the manufacturer Rs 10/-. We buy it for Rs 22. I recently came across an every- day loaf at a bakery which cost Rs 50/- . Wonderful !  Isn’t it.  We are making progress.

6.       It is pure ‘maida’ (refined flour).  It has no fibre. The outside part of the grain of wheat which has the roughage has been removed. Some breads do have a miniscule amount of soya bean flour god knows how much maybe 2%.

 

So  you pay 2.5 to 3 times the cost price, get the bread in a printed plastic bag, get to eat chemicals, preservatives,  colour. Bread looks  and stretches like sponge, tastes yeasty. Most times it tastes bitter if you eat without any thing on it.  It doesn’t fill you up and leaves you wanting for more.  It has become so widespread that most young people don’t know the taste of good bread.

There are some old and reputed manufacturers who make good bread as well but their brown bread is also just coloured maida and has no whole wheat.

Good bread tastes a little bit like soft, moist roti but not chewy like `Roti’ . It should not smell of anything other than the sweet smell of baking. It should be a little crumbly  and not stretchy when it is a day old..  It usually has a crust which is a little bit more brown than the inside but the difference should not be like dark chocolate brown/ antiseptic white but a bit like biscuit brown/ off white. Good bread should get mould on it if left outside the fridge in just over two days. (from the date of manufacture)

Home made bread

Avoid being cheated, eating chemicals, using plastic and get used to the good ness of healthy bread which will eventually save you some hard work. Making bread for a whole week takes as much time as making four paranthas once. Try it.  Most people cannot find yeast. If you send a self addressed envelope to Garhwal post, (write yeast sample on top of the envelope) we will send you some yeast so that you can try making bread at home two times with the following method.

You will need to have an Oven with a temperature setting. You can make it in a pressure cooker but it takes a big pressure cooker and a lot of hit and trial

Here is how to make two loaves of simple enjoyable `Atta bread’. IT IS NOT rocket science.

You need  4 cups of atta (whole wheat flour) and 2 cups of maida, 15 ml (one table spoon) of any refined edible oil, one spoon of salt, two teaspoons of Sugar and 500 ml of luke warm water , one and a half teaspoons of yeast.

Take the  yeast in a small bowl, add two pinches of sugar, two pinches of maida and a table spoon of luke warm (not hot) water. Mix it , cover it and put it a dark place for ten minutes. This will start to rise ans smell a little foul.

Make the dough with the rest of ingredients. This will take ten minutes. Take the yeast from the dark place and mix it in the dough.  The dough should be slightly moister than what you make for `Rotis’.

Cover this and leave it in a large bowl/ `parant’ (twice the size of the dough) for two to three hours. The Dough will rise to twice its volume. Knead it once again and make it into the shape you want, rolls or use a  greased bread/cake mould. Leave it again in a dark place, (never in the fridge) . This is actually the tricky part. It takes ten minutes at breakfast  time,  five minutes at lunch time and the baking takes 40 minutes at tea time.

Preheat the oven at 220 degrees (will take 5 minutes). Put the bread ( which has again risen to twice the size) in the oven without , poking, checking, bouncing or touching  it.  Bake for 20 minutes and reduce temperature to 180 degrees for the next 10 to 15 minutes.  Time given is for two big loaves. (it doesn’t matter if you don’t have a mould Just oil the oven plate and make one big rectangular slab).  Presto !!!  Bread is made. It doesn’t look  rectangular and white but it should smell good. You can cut and eat this bread as it is. It  tastes like a fluffy `roti’. It tastes even better toasted with anything, Dal, cooked vegetables butter, even with just tea.  I urge the people to try this. Make a club of seven people and everyone make seven loaves of bread once a week , one for everyone. Its cheap, its healthy, its environment friendly  and really really tasty.

Of course once you are successful you can make lovely flavored variations of this at home. I will write more about it depending on how many people ask for the free yeast sample.  Actually dry yeast is also available on most good provision stores.

Param Jigyasu

published in Garhwal post on 3rd dec 2012

 

DAILY DOCTORATE

 `What took you so long ‘asks my wife when I spend my mandatory 25 minutes in the toilet.  “Arrey baba this is an all in one trip in which one has to get many things out of the way” (no pun intended)

I don’t know why  I have to give an explanation for this every morning.   We are fortunate that we don’t have to go out of the house to perform any of the functions now. The time spent is very little actually. This business of getting ready to go to work is an important milestone of the day  and I don’t grudge the time spent on it.  Let us analyze it.

First of all you have to answer the call of nature which takes time, sometimes less and sometimes a little more  What the hell !! you cannot save this time, come what may. Ever since we have had children we have not called this activity by a name other than Potty (P).

If I shave sitting outside the toilet in front of a mirror somewhere and take 15 minutes , it Is ok , inside the toilet  it takes less time  because everything is right there, one can take the hot water,  lather the face, change the blade in the razor, shave once , lather again shave twice and  rinse face, wash the brush and razor, dry them and put them back  all in a matter of 12 minutes, but when you do it behind a closed door it seems to be too long. This activity is called Shaving (S)

Everybody has to pay their debt to the toothpaste industry in the morning and I am no exception, I add my ten paisa bit by using a multi-national brand toothpaste  and I follow their advice by brushing constantly for at least 2 minutes, the activity takes  a total of 3 to 4 minutes. It goes by the popular name of Brushing  (B)

In the end of course is the Bath. Personal hygiene being important, a vigorous rub is also important.  By  the time you get the hot water  and other things in place and actually have the bath it takes 3.5 minutes, wiping and wearing clothes, another 1.5 minutes. A total of five minutes is spent in this activity called the Bath (B).

I used to call my trip to the toilet the all in one tour or the PBBS trip. Recently I came across the French word for shit, its `Merde’. I had been looking for a name for potty which began with M.  This made my day. It  made me change the name my all in one trip to the loo. 

I now call it the daily Doctorate. Because when you replace the P of Potty with the M of Merde, the all in one trip consists of Merde, Bath, Brush and Shave or MBBS.

Now when my wife asks me what took me so long in the loo, I simply reply that it takes time to do a doctorate even if it is the Daily Doctorate.

 

Param Jigyasu

 

Greater No idea

 As if No Idea was not enough, they went and made a Greater No idea.

This place is 25 km from anywhere. It is situated at the end of a fast, clear road therefore it takes less time to get to it. It only has geography, It has no history. It is completely new.  the oldest trees are maybe 10-12  years old.
I recently went to see an exhibition there which is meant for the exporters to show their products to the foreign buyers.  The place where this was organized is called the `Export Promotion Mart'.

It is a nice place per-sey , totally air conditioned and secure with great spaces for display, standby power, ample parking, a system for everything and things generally thought out. What is surprising is that they cart the people to this venue which is so far away, about 40 km from Rajiv Chowk( I mean Connaught place). They have also done one cardinal mistake. They haven't  planned for the hundreds of `staff ' who end up working at such an event. drivers, bearers, trolley pushers, security guards, shop assistants, safai karamcharis, parking attendants, information clerks etc.  They forgot to make for them a cafeteria and toilet facilities where a twenty minute break could be spent with a cup of tea and a snack for under Rs 20/-.  Every where in the mall it costs Rs 80/- to have a coffee and a snack.  Why do they do this.  I ask a manager type and he says `No idea. Ask my senior".  I don't ask, because I already know what the answer would be "Greater No-Idea".

They named the sectors Alpha, Beta, Gama etc but the first major roundabout is not called Mayawati chowk, or Mahatma Gandhi chowk. In fact they forgot to name the first traffic junction which is the form of a roundabout, but they put a sculpture of a `Pari' (a Fairy) in the middle of the roundabout. Every body now talks of that junction as `Pari chowk'. Directions are now given  with reference to `Pari chowk' if you wanted to go to `theeta' sector. Will the major traffic junction be known as `Pari chowk' for all times to come. Will the next one be called Jal- Pari chowk (mermaid chowk). I have no idea.

The next thing that I saw there completely gave credibility to the interpretation of the name that I have coined. A pedestrian crosses half of the wide road on a zebra crossing and hits a barbed wire at the central verge, Sorry cannot cross the road . Go back.  The picture is self explanatory.Why do they do this? If they dont have an idea, I have Greater No-idea.

Param Jigyasu