Matters of the heart-\-break

Are you in love with some person? Deeply in love? How free have you been with him/her physically?  If you have been  only hugging and kissing, this article is meant for you.  If you have gone beyond that or below the waistline, don’t read it.

The modern generation know all about safe sex, the safe period, protected sex, condoms etc. Wonder if they enquire about her safe days from the girl concerned.  Where would be the time for it anyway? The decision itself would be spontaneous and urgent and the darned  act would finish before you  count ten !

The other day I saw on the net a Western pair, aged around 24 years, who  had been having sex regularly like any married couple practising  the technique of  ‘withdrawal’.  It seems to have worked out for them  well for 4 years and they have not decided to get married. I have a horrible feeling  that  they would never get married at all.  In all probability, they may  marry  someone else.  Why? You may ask. They need new pastures, the earlier one having been explored and eaten up. I only  hope the Indian adventurers don’t resort to the  “withdrawal technology.”

One  very  knowledgeable  youngster asked seriously some days back,  “What’s the harm?  It’s only natural, isn’t it? We know how to protect ourselves from STD and undesirable pregnancy etc?”

“Well said, boy,” I complimented him.  “But do you know the consequences? STD and pregnancy  are not the only issues, remember?”

He cocked up his ears to what I had to say.

In India, dear young man, one falls in love so that it leads to the marriage altar.  A maiden dreams of it from week one.  She may not think of casual sex at all. But she may give in, if you insist on it all   because she  loves you a lot and doesn’t want to displease you in any  manner nor lose you on account of a denial.

“OK.  That’s fine,” he remarked interrupting me.

“It’s not fine,  dear fellow.  Firstly, you will feel very guilty about it since you have done something  wrong and against  our culture. Let’s say you care two hoots for the culture. Next, you are likely to  lose all interest in her because you have tasted her pre maturely.”

Some young men may even start hating the sight  of that girl; she would suddenly look ugly in your eyes; and possibly you may even dub her as a lose character who could surrender to anyone asking for sex..  The most important development could be, “There is nothing to look forward to in her thereafter.” And you part ways.

The affected college scholar scratched his chin. “Y…e…s sort of …”  On a closer cross examination he confessed that he had abandoned his No.1 but since he belonged to a group of 4,  he was having an eye on another.

“Have you tasted her too?”

“Not yet, Sir.”

“Do you love No. 2?

“No, not really.  But I did love No.1 very deeply.  Really loved her, Sir.  Dreamt of her as my future wife….”

“What happened then?  You have kicked her out of your heart now , haven’t you?” After several minutes of silence, he accepted  that he had.

This is what will happen if you try out your fun sex. You would lose all  interest in her.  Is it fair on the girl?  Won’t she carry this guilt in her mind assuming she gets married to another person?  A ‘guilty past’ may lead to quarrels, disagreements, arguments and an unhappy end as well.

I have personal knowledge of a few cases. What if the girl gets pregnant? Her future is gone for ever. And the  culprit would, more often than not,  refuse to marry her on some excuse or the other.  The poor girl delivers the baby. I heard several stories of this kind in a Cheshire home where unmarried girls  surrender their unwanted baby. Will such unfortunate females stand the chance of marriage ever again?  Surely not.  Every gent inIndiawants a pure virgin and nothing less.

Despite the pre-marital thing, some stick to their resolve and get married. But then their marriage never lasts. To quote a case: These two were deeply in love for about 18 months and were due to be married shortly. “Why not?  After all we are getting married, aren’t we?”  asked the male partner. The girl reluctantly agreed.  After they went through it, the man had a change of heart; he didn’t want her any longer;  there was nothing to discover in her any more. He avoided her and married someone else.

In another case, [which unfortunately took place in my own family !], though they got married all right after some 2 years of courting, and one abortion,  the marriage didn’t succeed; my sister couldn’t conceive and  the union ended in permanent separation.  Don’t you think but for the pre marital sex and the  badly done abortion, their marriage would have clicked with a couple of children?

All these failures are  due to  ‘one mistake’, one simple mistake committed at an emotional moment when they had lost control over their passion. If only they hadn’t succumbed  to this temptation of  trial sex, they would have been a happy couple with healthy children.

So, keep away from this practice, children.  Remember, “To delay is to increase the pleasure.”  So, hold on until you tie the nuptial knot. You will then enjoy not only your ‘wedding night’ but also have a long lasting and solid  married life.

There is one more thing. The modern day children are very knowledgeable and bold as well.  It’s possible your own daughter would one day ask you how you met her father. “Were you in love with him? For how long? Did you have sex with him before marriage?”  You cannot lie to your own flesh and blood. Wouldn’t you avoid cutting a sorry figure in front of your own daughter.

So keep yourself under control and pure  so that you become a role model to your own children.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who really are you

You find more happiness in my pains

Than in your own happiness

You await my sad moment to be happy

You highs do not seem to amuse you anymore

You find solace in my humiliation

You stalk me instead of contemplating your life

You smile when I cry

You hate it when I laugh

Who really are you

Who are you?

 

On tooth brush and tooth paste

 If I recall correctly, tooth  paste and tooth brush came into our life around the year 1941. I was in school  and in a hostel then. The name of the tooth paste was ‘neem’. All of us took these two as a novelty. It became style and fashion as well, I must say. If you didn’t clean your teeth with a tooth brush you  were looked down upon.

How did people clean their teeth early morning earlier than 1940/41?.  Most of them used their index finger along with charcoal powder.  Some people used tree branches.  Such twigs which sprouted with bristles on biting the edge.  It did resemble a tooth brush of sorts.

If  you ask me,  people in that era maintained much healthier teeth than now. One never heard of a person called ‘dentist’. The roadside quacks treated your teeth problem if any.  His advice would be, “Use good charcoal powder and you will never develop tooth problem.”

It would be consolation to you to know that Lord Jesus Christ and His disciples also used their index  finger to clean their teeth. So did Adam and Eve.

What is the advantage of using your finger?  The finger invariably would touch the gum more than the teeth. Your gum would become strong and your  teeth would be held more firmly.

When you use a brush, your gum gets damaged, which cannot be avoided.  Next, you develop gaps between your teeth. The  strong bristles of the tooth brush  create them. That’s the start of your teeth trouble. After  every  meal you have to extract out the small particles jammed between your teeth.  You would use a tooth pick to take them out.  More gaps would be created and the existing ones would become wider.  In  course of time, your teeth would start shaking because their foundation would have  been disturbed.  And you visit a dentist to get the bad tooth removed and the dentist makes money on you.

See what trouble you have brought upon yourself  by accepting tooth brush and  tooth paste as members of your household?

My  advice is, use your right hand index finger along with paste to clean your teeth.  Tooth powder would be a better option.  Please  avoid the tooth brush like plague.

 

I was given this advice by one of the old men from a village .   I didn’t heed to him seriously at all. In fact I ridiculed  him..

 

Some years back, during one of my visits to a dentist for a regular check up, I was told that three of my teeth were on their ‘death voyage’.

“If you feel any kind  of pain,  come over, OK?” he had said. “Then I would extract out those idiots !”

 

Then I remembered the good old wise villager’s  formula.  I fell back upon my index finger. It’s now over  15 years and my three supposedly bad teeth  on their death bed, are still going strong.

 

I wish I had abandoned the tooth brush some forty or fifty years back. In which case  all my teeth would have been in tact today.

 

Now, what are  you waiting for ?  Go and do it.

Do you wish to live for decades and absolutely healthy too?

 When we read in the Holy Bible that Adam, the first human being of the world, lived for 950 years and his children Methuselah for 969 years, Lamech 769 years  and Noah [Who survived the great flood in the huge ark he had built under God’s orders and guidance] for 950 years, you may also feel and ask, “Why can’t I live at least for 100 years?”  Very few touch 100 in modern times.

But then, what is the use of 100 when you have to be helped by someone  to stand up, sit down, lie in bed or walk? That would be a miserable life, wouldn’t it? Your own children might think in their heart, “I wish Pappa died soon.  He has become a burden to us !”  If that is the kind of life one has to lead around 100, I would rather die much earlier say at 75 or 80.

But Adam and others led a beautiful  and healthy life during those centuries without falling seriously ill or with defective legs, hands and back etc. Isn’t it a pity that  the Creator God had limited  our life span to 70 in course of time. So, most of us leave this world around 70 and only a small number survive beyond that age. This is God’s formula.

And yet, many people want to live for long years.  They would love to see their great, great, great grand children. What do you know? It appears possible too.

Our medical researchers have designed such a medicine that would convert an old man into a middle age gentleman. Harvard University,USA,  is the organization behind this research and the project manager is one Professor Ronald De Pinto.

The professor tried  his new drug on a rat which was equivalent to an 80 year old man.  The fellow fathered two litters and  was also looking like a bull  at the end!

So, why can’t this medicine work as effectively on human beings?   How did the University achieve such an astonishing result?

You see, as we age our internal organs become weak and malfunction.  Or possibly, we become old and skinny and bony because our vital  inside parts have become weak.  So, if these parts could be revived and made to function normally like before, one can live healthily at any age, can’t they?

The theory doesn’t talk about prolonging one’s life span but would make you lead a very healthy and dynamic life even at the age of 80 or 90 or 100.  One can also argue that if the crucial parts have received a new  dose of life, one can live for longer years as well, can’t they?  The argument sounds very logical indeed. We have to wait and see the ground results only after we start  consuming this medicine.  Shall we wait for this  magical medicine to come into the market?

See what this magical medicine would do for you.  You may be 90, but you would look like  a 40 year old man physically  and do all things any 40 type  would do including running, playing basket ball,  volley ball, kabadi etc.  Your skin will have the natural shine, your muscles would look fleshy and  bouncy and your face would be very attractive.

 

How to avoid a Divorce

Suguna fell deeply in love with  Mukesh when she had gone to New Delhi on a college project work.. The love  was so overpowering Suguna felt that she could not live without Mukesh  even for a minute.  Immediately after her BA final examination, she forced her parents to marry her off  to Mukesh.

They got divorced exactly eight months later.Why?

Suguna  was a Tamilian from head to toe and from morning till evening  seven days a week. Whereas Mukesh was born and bred in New Delhi and had never moved out of the Capital in all his life.

Suguna found everything new and strange in her New Delhi home.  She couldn’t stand the sight of chappatis, parotas  and dhal  at the dining table nor every  house routine the whole day.

She was a Christian and  Mukesh, a staunch Hindu.

As days passed by, they couldn’t see eye to eye on any issue at all  and found no agreement on many things in their daily life.  Mukesh’s parents expected a different kind of behaviour from their daughter- in-law but Suguna’s thinking and conduct was like any Tamilian maiden’s. She was worshiping a different God, a foreign God for that matter which her in-laws didn’t quite approve of.

The only thing common between the young couple was the language; Suguna spoke both Hindi and English.  The deep love they had developed  for each other had waned out by the day and did not count for anything  after two weeks into the married life.

Suguna found no course of action appropriate  except to part ways through a divorce..  She was back in her Chennai home exactly 8 months after her marriage,  with all her dreams of a happy home fully shattered. She was a broken soul too with complete  aversion to live with a man ever again!

What went wrong with this young couple? A deep analysis is needed to be  a  lesson for those believers in mixed marriage.

National integration,  culture merging, the concept of  one God, one religion etc are all right in theory but don’t work in practice.  Any marriage would call for adjustment between the husband and wife. One has to give in  and accept some changes in the interest of joint living.  But if one has to adjust more than ten percent, such an union is bound to break.  In Suguna’s and Mukesh’s case, 90% adjustment  was necessary which was impossible to achieve.  Indeed they were better off divorced than married !

You should never rush into marriage. Suguna had done precisely that and without understanding  the life style and beliefs  of her future husband and the compatibility factors between them. Like beauty,  the pre marriage  love is also only skin deep. It is not  a propeller shaft to ferry you through the whole voyage. All the other factors take over, after you had tied the nuptial knot. Unless your foundation is strong, no marriage will be happy and durable.

In this couple’s case, the foundation was very flimsy and therefore  crumbled at the slightest shake. What constitute  a strong foundation?

According to my thinking, the ingredients of a strong foundation are: common food habit, similar bringing up culture, the social status of the wife should be equal or lower than that of the husband’s, common religious belief and financial soundness of the husband.. Once these factors match, the super structure will rise up fast and the building will become complete and strong.  Despite these parameters agreeing, adjustment of some kind would be necessary hut if that adjustment is  more than 10%  the marriage  won’t work  out.

I for one do not encourage inter region or inter caste marriage.  Marry in your own social circle and social surroundings.  Your union then will grow and won’t crumble at any degree of  disturbance.  The word ‘Divorce’ won’t be  found in your vocabulary  any longer and in fact you won’t even know its spelling.

Happy birthday my girl!

The hand pulling rickshaw puller

Struggled his feet through the

Hot and burning stone street

The lady sat fat with lot of extra shopping weight

Her right hand never stopped feeding her mouth

She ate as if there would be no tomorrow

And the puller pulled like there would be no tomorrow

His feet all bare and rough

The soles tough, distracting the stones

The sun was merciless

He eyed a bunch of young people

Gorging on the colored drinks

Two children playing with ice cubes

The lady still munching the snacks

The puller rode like a horse now

He can’t waste any time

He has to meet his little girl

Who’s been waiting since forever

He needs 20 rupees more

To buy her a birthday gift

The gift she’s been wanting since last year

The puller got the fat lady down safely to her house

Took  the money, sidelined the rickshaw

He went to an ever old, shabby shoe shop

Shopped for a couple of chappals

Bought his choice and came home

Wearing the sandals in blue straps

His girl gave him a big hug and a tearful kiss

He finally made her day.

 

 

‘Laughing’ is no laughing matter !

You must have seen a caption such as “Laughter the best medicine”, in a few magazines.  Most of the  Monthlies and Weeklies  do run a column for  jokes, humour and so on. It is  very  unlikely that you would  have flipped over that page as unwanted stuff.

So, a joke of any kind is a compelling piece of mini  literature which cannot be ignored by any reader.  But,  does it serve as a medicine of any kind as the wordings go?  I never considered it to be any  type of therapy at all.  No doctor has ever prescribed it to any  one..  But a recent article made me wise on the subject.      

One Dr. Madan Katara hailing from the city of Mumbai,India, felt that laughing was good for healthy  living and it does cure some chronic complaints. He came to this conclusion  after some research. and tried it on himself initially.  Presto, he did feel relieved from some of his chronic problems such as asthma, perpetual coughing etc.

So, he started a club which met at the nearby park every morning.  Soon there were some 50 persons  – all laughing their guts out for about 15 minutes and then they dispersed. Every participant gave a positive feedback.

This happened in the year  1995 and the concept  has spread to a number of countries.  As of now, there are 6000 laughter clubs in 60 countries. What are the  overall benefits?

One feels  better emotionally, physically and would be  cheerful throughout the day without any kind of stress. The blood pressure will remain  normal  and  kept under control too.

Depression and sadness will get banished in you  if you keep yourself happy.   Depression is the root cause for 70-80 per cent of all health problems in every human  being around the world. It is a kind of a killer disease too  and would eat into you without your own  knowledge. Laughing suppresses this ailment.

You would appear a jolly  good fellow the whole day. Your face will show a pleasant glow and sport a delectable smile  as well  in your office or work place. People around you will notice it too.

Did it occur to you that a laughing club needs no building nor any kind of premises;  any out door space would do.  There is no membership fee and no dress regulation either.  You can walk in in any dress including a swimming costume or a nightie.

Even if you are not a member of any  group, you can start your laughing drill wherever you are.  Begin with a 15 minute session every morning. It would be good if you could recharge yourself sometime during the rest of the day. It would be rather embarrassing to break into a paroxysm  of laughter in your work  area nor would you feel quite comfortable to shut yourself inside a  bathroom for a brief laughing session. But once  the laughing prescription  is accepted universally, there could be a five minute  break  now and then known as the ‘laughing break’. The more frequently you laugh the more perfect a health you would maintain.

Shall we  hope that over the next few years the laughing   technology would catch on   and become so common that no one would call you  a nut when you indulge in it !

 

 

 

The long, strong hair of Rapunzel and poor me

My favourite fairy tale has been the beautiful story of Rapunzel. I loved every thing about Rapunzel. I was enthralled by the enchantress who wanted the unborn child to be surrendered to her at birth because the man had scaled down the wall to her garden to collect the rapunzel plant for his wife. I loved how Rapunzel grows up to be the most beautiful child in the world with long golden hair. When Rapunzel reaches her her teens the enchantress shuts her away in a tower in the middle of the woods, with neither stairs nor door. When the witch visits Rapunzel, she stands beneath the tower and calls out: Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the golden stair.

What could be more exciting than this! I was mesmerized by the beautiful braided hair – long and strong and everything that perfect hair should be.

Then the prince charming appears. He too climbs up the tall tower with the long hair, where Rapunzel was captivated. The together plan means of escape.  However, the poor sweet girl asks the witch in a moment of forgetfulness why it is easier for her to pull up the prince than her and in anger,the witch cuts short Rapunzel’s braided hair and casts her out into the wilderness to herself. This was horrifying for me. I used to get so upset every time I came to this part of the tale. It was hard for a child who has dreamed of braided hair like that since forever. The next part of the story was more saddening, and I used to weep a lot. When the prince calls that night, the enchantress lets the cut braids down to pull him up. To his horror, he finds himself staring at the witch instead of Rapunzel. The prince was blinded by thorns, how I can’t remember, but that was disheartening to the core.

Who can forget the long beautiful hair tied in beautiful knots. To have long, beautiful, strong hair like Rapunzel. I have dreamed of the same since forever. More than anything else, the prince charming was more fascinating by the way he climbs up the tower with the help of Rapunzel’s strong and lovely hair. Not to forget he was chivalrous and all that it takes to sweep you off your feet.

So did I work onto to have a hair like that? Well, I tried every means on earth. I tried home remedies, I went for extravagant professional helps, I went for five star salon treatment but the secret formula that the enchantress used to caress Rapunzel’s mane seemed utopia. Lastly, I cut my hair short. Wearing it short seemed to be a much better option, and I am smarter than my friends think.

Badka Babooji – My Uncle

Badka Babooji –  My UncleBadka Babooji was a regal figure in our family There was and there has been only one Badka Babooji in our family. Many tried yet they can never measure up to him. My Badka Babooji was someone who all of us aspired to be like someday. Mr RS Pandey or depty saaheb was a dynamic young man the eldest son of a high school headmaster in the  district of Chapra, Bihar. I am so proud of him he took the onus of improving the lot of the entire family irrespective of their status rich or poor. We all looked up to him for inspiration.Badka Babooji was the eldest son of Mahatma Pandey, a high school headmaster in Gopalganj, Bihar. Educated in VMHE high school of Gopalganj Babooji was extremely proud of his primary education and rightly so. He used to speak flawless English. Although Babooji was only 5’4’’, he had a captivating personality. The moment he entered any room heads would turn and there was his electric presence held an audience in awe. Often we would be envious of my cousins because they were Baboojis sons.
I was a child and had just learnt the art of writing letters on a postcard. My letters would addressed to Mr. RS Pandey , MD TISCO ,JSR sure that it would reach him. Of course it always did and he would reply beginning My Dear Baby (my nickname). We were all special to him but my sister was his favourite. In fact he chose an IAS officer as a husband for her. Jokingly he would tell her ‘Jab SDO banogi main Salute karoonga’.

The special trait that he had was his affection for his mother daadi passed away while he was on tour. It was like she waited for him to come and he did. Babooji was very affectionate towards us kids. Whenever he visited Patna on any official assignment he made sure he had tea and dinner with us. We used to love his visits because he would bring chocolates and take us to The Bankipur club or some other dos . I distinctly remember we went over to Jamshedpur in the company’s BEECH CRAFT Bonanza 7 seater aircraft. We went there and he made sure we had a fun stay with visit to theatres clubs etc. Poor Ma would be left behind. To make it up Dad would come and pick after the holidays ended and he would bring Ma along.

Babooji was always there for anyone in need. My father specially attached to him when my brother wanted to study medicine. It was he who financed his education. As it happened he turned to be the only MD in the family. Babooji taught me how to be an achiever the spirit of giving has to be there. In part I have tried to follow him in his footsteps by helping others but we can never reach his stature or make such an impact to bring in social change.

My uncle ended up leading Tata Steel and making it a name to reckon with internationally and in India as well. It became a monolithic corporate giant and beacon of hope to many from the backward districts of Bihar and UP.

Although he enjoyed immense power money and influence he was always there for his family. For his brothers he was everything. Not much has been highlighted about his role in Tata Steel yet he made some bold changes in labor and management relations. He brought an end to trade unionism and restored investor confidence after the infamous lockout in 1958. Since then it may be recalled Tata Steel never witnessed a lockout or unrest again.

RS Pandey during his service was awarded the title of Rai Bahadur of pre independent India for exemplary service. He belonged to the first batch of IAS of Independent India. He represented India a number of times in ILO at Geneva. His labor management skills were put to test during the infamous 1958 Lockout at TISCO. He was successful in establishing trust and bonhomie between the management and the labor. Gita Piramal wrote a book on legends of India but skipped his contribution to the corporate world completely. RS Pande set the highest standards in corporate governance in his time. Not only that the Tatas also encouraged him to work on so many projects in the social sector in and around Jamshedpur  and other parts of Bihar.

My Badka Babooji was foresighted enough to see the setting up of XLRI a premiere management institute of India. ‘ The Xavier Labor Relations Institute (XLRI), one of the oldest business schools in the country and among the best in Asia, close relationship with the Tatas ever since it was established in 1949. A number of people from the top brass of the Tatas have served as chairmen of XLRI’s board of governors. The list includes: Jehangir Gandhy, chairman and managing director (CMD) of Telco (Tata Motors); R.S. Pandey, managing director, Tisco (Tata Steel); Sarosh  Gandhy, MD, Telco; and J.J. Irani, MD, Tisco.’ Hindu. My father was briefly the Head of Department of Community Forestry and Rural Development in XLRI.

He did serve the Tatas without any bias. He was and will be always the pride of our family. He suffered tremendously post retirement yet was strong and a guiding light for all of us.

In remembrance Badka Babooji aka R.S.Pande 1910 – 1990.

 

The farce elements of Indian elections

 The election dynamics in India works in a very strange way.  Do you know a one percent swing of the electorate towards a particular political party could earn  them up to  ten  seats? Here is another down to earth example:  in the recent Assembly election in Tamil Nadu, India, the AIADMK party polled 39 % of the total votes and the DMK just 26%.  A difference of 13 % vote resulted in a stock  of 127 seats between the two giants?      

 So, every vote counts. The  election commission says that only 75% of the electorate cast their votes. Wouldn’t that absentee  25% mean a swing of over a hundred seats?

The Commission prepares a list called “Voters list” for every constituency.  This is considered a very sacred document  like it is equivalent to  the Holy Bible ! If your name is not in the list, you are a  nobody.  To be more blunt, you are not an Indian at all ! So sacrosanct the darned list is.

How accurate the voters list is? Very inaccurate. Dead persons’ names,  names of people who have  changed their residence, of people who have gone on transfer to another constituency,  appear there.  When you leave your rented house, you think in terms of changing your gas connection electricity connection, ration card, telephone connection and so many other things but no one  ever thinks of informing the election commission about the change of address. So, where is the accuracy of this so called sacred list? And changes take place routinely almost daily.

Less than 50% of the Indian population have  permanent houses/addresses  in the land. The remaining are floating population who may change residence every year or  after a couple  of years. If you are   not physically present in a particular house, the election commission  will ruthlessly remove your name from the list for the next election as if you are dead.  You are expected to get yourself enrolled, as it were, in your new location. You need all the time in the world to do this, which may include submitting an application form along with your photograph, proof of  residence and so on. You get so fed up running after the various steps that you feel it would be better to remain a vote less character in your own country.

With so many  imperfections in our electoral list, we boast to the world that we are the greatest democracy in the world and we had carried out a monumental  election so successfully.

On a casual exchange of notes with an Election official, he stressed that the Commission needs to know how many voters are available in a constituency, hence a list is a must.  Great. “Including dead persons and transferred persons?” I remarked  for which the gentleman  had no rejoinder.

It is sad that one thinks and talks in ancient ways in a modern computer world.

I would personally recommend that we go in for an all  purpose electronic  smart card which may  contain all your personal information other than your residential address and which records details of your participation in various elections and you should be permitted to vote from any place in India and in any constituency. [As of now, if you happen to be on outstation duty on the election day, you lose your right of franchise.  Why?]

The central government said in 2010  that they are preparing an unique identity card for every individual.  Where is it?  Will it take twenty years to complete and provide it to every individual?

In a democracy, it is vital that every adult votes in every election.  Abstaining   from voting,  should be considered a democratic sin.  100% voting is ideal but we need to have some slip  margin, which should not be more than 2 %. Accordingly,  98% participation should be the minimum.  We should work towards this figure. Only then we could claim that the elected candidates have the  popular support.

What will you do with your nuclear technology?

Probably you would do the same and the third person over there would also do the same.  But I won’t..

The question is directed on the countries who have developed the nuclear technology, reactors and so on. They have sunk in so much money on its development and they have a wonderful infrastructure to go ahead with setting up nuclear power plants in any part of the world. Can they afford to keep these  information unused? If they can’t use these in their own country, they would like to pass them on to other nations. It’s natural, I agree but is it moral?

One needs to remember that  nuclear  power plants have become death traps.  You never know when it may collapse and  pollute the atmosphere there and displace the  people. If you want to learn more on this topic, please consult Japan and they would tell you what happened  in Fukushima when an earthquake shook the area a few months back..

Would the Japanese people welcome setting up more plants in their land?Japan has already 16 nuclear power stations  of their own . They would cry out a big NO for increasing the present   number.  On the contrary they may demand shutting off of a few existing ones to save the country from a possible  holocaust . They would not want to see another Fukushima in these places.

The Japanese engineers and nuclear scientists understand this dilemma.   Could they let this investment lie idle and let the workers be paid for doing no work !

So, Japan is trying  to woo  some smaller nations into going in for nuclear power.  “It’s so cheap, you know?” The real purpose of this export magnanimity is to rehabilitate its own nuclear based persons and not to benefit the receiving countries.

Through this article I wish to warn such nations who consider nuclear power a modern  novelty, not to fall for such sales talk. Keep away.  Go in for hydel or thermal power plants but never  the nuclear variety.

Talking about our own land,India has 19 nuclear stations already  and four more   are on the pipe line including the one at Kudankulam in Southern India.  These are live volcanoes.  You never know when a volcano will erupt.  No amount of assurances will keep a volcano from erupting some time  and  at the time of its own choosing.

Personally I would suggest   replacing the nuclear power plants  with  Thermal power plants. We have a large quantum of coal deposit which can feed dozens of power stations   for decades.

Next, we have fifteen major  and perennial rivers in India.  Which country in the world can boast of so many rivers?  Why aren’t we making use of these rivers?

There is so much hesitation  even  for linking up all the rivers. Why?  Link them at the earliest. Once done, start an  internal water way system from Kanyakumari  to Kashmir.  Build  hydel power plants wherever technically possible along these rivers.

Shall we have a safer India?  And please don’t buy any more nuclear reactors nor set up any more nuclear power plants.

Crossroads… !

Jiya felt out of the world; finally, everything was moving in the way she always wanted. She forever liked Krish – loved him to be precise, but perhaps the power that is known as almighty had some other plans. They became voyagers of two different streams, diverging from each other. Her destined path kept her at bay, until one day when he was back in her life.

7 years elapsed before he was back – however, things were different as he was married by then. One fine day Jiya surprisingly received a friend request from Krish on a social network site, which she accepted gleefully. He remained like any other friend in Jiya’s friend-list mostly benign, until one day he made his first move when both of them were online at the same time, and from then it all started to roll back. Both lived in two different cities, so they decided to meet when Krish was supposed to visit Delhi for the next time, which was the hometown for both of them and where Jiya was settled.

The time came soon and they met. After the meeting however, Jiya realised that he was a changed man. He was not the same crazy guy whom she loved even though they spent ample intimate moments. She found him to be more matured yet somewhere deep in her heart Jiya still felt that the crazy guy she loved was still alive, buried somewhere beneath the debris of his mellowness.

Two years elapsed like that, by then chatting was notably replaced by calls that they made to each other. They again came closer to each other by each passing day. Jiya however still missed the passion that made her fall for Krish, 7 years back. Soon however everything changed.

One day when Jiya was online and he suddenly pinged her, they resumed their chatting and it almost became a routine to be online at a particular time. Jiya felt happy this time, everything was falling into place, everything was happening in the way she always wanted. Krish started showing his feelings; all his craziness and passion was back. They got very much involved when one day he asked her to send him some of the videos that she recorded on self, where she spoke intimately about him. The file size was huge and she was not being able to send through mail despite persistent effort. That was when all of a sudden Krish called her. She took the call and said, “Sweetie tell me how to minimize these clips?” Krish however to her surprise replied, “What videos?” Jiya replied, “I am asking you about the video you asked me to send. The size of the clip is big and I am not being able to compress it”. Krish replied, “I have no clue about what you are talking! I am calling you almost after a month!” Jiya was surprised on hearing that. She said, “Hey, stop joking na! We have been chatting regularly over a month now for hours everyday and you asked some of my video that I had recorded for you!” Krish however almost gave an impression that he knew nothing about what she was talking. He then asked about the chat id of the person whom Jiya was talking to. Jiya replied, “It is kriish4u and spelt it K – R – double I, S, H”. To her astonishment Krish promptly said, “No, that’s not my id. My id is krish4u. I don’t have that extra I in my id; you must have been chatting to someone else”. Jiya became numb; she disconnected the call and was dumbstruck unable to move or react.

After couple of days when she cooled down, she started to think over the whole episode. Something bothered her from within; she kept on asking herself that how come some other guy with a similar id knew so much about their relation. Suddenly in a flash, she recalled that the guy on chat said her a few things which happened when she met Krish in Delhi and those were such incidents which were impossible for a third person even to guess! Her head started to spin and within seconds the world around her became dark as she fainted.

She regained her consciousness almost after 10 min.  She then knew what was wrong; she stood up on her trembling legs, walked slowly to her bedroom, booted her laptop, and started mailing Krish.

Krish, I am shattered after all that has happened. I guess now it is tougher for me to start from scratch yet again, as you will always remind me of my mistakes. I am sure that I know who that other guy is. Who could know about all those secrets and intimate hours we shared last time when we met in Delhi? It cannot be such a big coincident that you both share such similar ids. I frankly do not know why you came back into my life and why you did all this to me! I am just ruined. This relationship is over now; perhaps that will not even bother you but it is for sure that never in my life I can trust anyone as deeply as I had trusted you. Because you have taught me the biggest lesson of my life – trust is meant to be broken!

Are we a good listener?

We continue to hear one complaint either it is our home, school, college or office that no one listens to anyone. We grudge that we say something and the other fellow does not listen properly and understands something else.  Why does there occur a big gap between speaking and listening?  This may be due to the fact that each one of us is taught how to speak, however, we are not guided how to be good listeners in our life. Listening is more important than speaking and if we do not listen properly, everything which is spoken targeting us becomes worthless.

We speak so that there could be a dialogue, there could be a conversation and communication. When our heart listens, it evaluates whether what we are listening is right or wrong. If we start applying our mind, we come out with counter argument to the statement heard by us. It means only heart is ready to listen. When there is something in the heart, our heart opens its doors and accepts others. The energy enters through these open doors in us. If we remain calm and listen to others with intent, flowers will bloom and it will be like spring. If you want to experience it, first we should see what others are up to and how they are speaking and narrating and how one is listening. We may feel that those we call sound relations are actually not so. We keep expecting from each other and we sub-consciously all are using each other. Therefore, we see many well wishers around us but they are not actually connected with us, it is like searching for a glass of drinking water, when there is sea around us.

After examining others, we shall do self examination and introspect, how we ourselves listen to others.  The introspection will enlighten us. We may start listening with more alertness and calmness and with deep concentration. When you prove to be a good listener, others will surely appreciate it. If people feel that we are listening to them with due concentration, they will feel happy inside and our presence will work as a medicine for them. We need to share our ‘self’ with others to make them feel that we are there well wishers.


On snoring

 It is agreed that snoring is an awful habit.  One doesn’t acquire  it like a disease of a kind.  It comes naturally due to obstructions in your breathing system. Well, the habit could be rectified by surgeons , the ENT surgeons, to be more precise.  We are not going to discuss the medical aspect of snoring in this article  but about its side effects on the co-sleepers.

Snoring  on your neighbour’s  part would bother you if you are in a dormitory and all the occupants sleep almost neck to neck like it happens in a hostel.

When I was a  boarder  some 75 years back, we had to sleep on the floor. We were ten boys in our house.  If any one of them happens to be a snorer, your hostel life, I mean the night life could be miserable.  The trouble is, the snorer would never admit that he is a snorer. “Never.  How can I snore ever?  You are blaming  me for nothing,” he would say in his defence. If two or three of his house mates tell him that he indeed snores and snores loudly disturbing everyone’s sleep in the hostel house, he may accept his crime.  “All right, what do you want me to do about it?” he would ask reversing the  gun back in your direction.  And the accusers wouldn’t know how to answer him.

I happened to be  one of the  accusers.  We scratched our head. One intelligent student said, “We shall report the matter to the Warden..”   “What will the warden do?” a more intelligent accuser asked. “Would he send him to the hospital for an operation of his neck or what?”  Then a sudden solution dawned on me.  ”I shall pinch you and wake you up and your snoring would indeed stop. OK?”  And indeed it did  too.

So two of us took turn to pinch Robert every night.  The snoring stopped all right but poor Robert couldn’t sleep for a long time after that.

Since there was no noise from his nose, we all slept nicely. We were not bothered to know how Robert managed his day in the class room with only half sleep.

In your later adult life, the only time you would admit to your snoring is when the   complainant is your own wife. “Listen, sweet, I had been certified as a non snorer during my school days.  How could I have acquired that addiction as an adult?”.

She told me that I was not snoring but made thundering noise as if I was fighting with someone in my sleep.  She had done some  research  on it as well.  I made the war like noise whenever I lay supine on the bed.  All she did was to turn me over to the side and the  aggressive sound stopped. She didn’t lose any sleep  herself by this curative action.

Incidentally no  young mother ever loses sleep.  Often I have seen my wife changing the nappy of  our little child, tossing the nappy accurately into the bucket kept closely and resume her sleep within two and a half minutes. This she used to do twice or thrice during the night. And she never complained of lack of sleep due to baby monitoring,  on the following day.

How I wish  hostel boys could do this feat.  Robert made us spend sleepless nights on many nights.

new girl in the city

Chennai had been a mere touch & go place for me all these years. Random visits seldom prolonged. A place etched in memory in vague imprints of dust, soot and heat. So then when I shifted to Chennai after marriage, I had no qualms about this city. May 2011 welcomed me to Chennai with the harshest of heat waves I could imagine. Sun simmered throughout the next two months and I cursed this city. By August I began my getting acquainted with the city tours. I would walk out with my wallet and my cell phone, purely depending on the people around to get me anywhere. Autos proved to be a rather expensive indulgence in my routine meanderings; hence I resorted to the domestic train service & buses. After sometime, when the dust and soot and heat seemed to settle down, I began to see this city and its people for what they really are. What astonished me was come rain or sunshine ( I mean intense sun stroking ones) one would never find an umbrella on the rise. Often I had stood out as the odd person out with an umbrella. Anywhere, everywhere garbage strewed and I would walk well into the middle of the road to avoid the stench and the dirt. But I also found plump stray dogs and cattle who fed on this left over. That might sound repulsing, but my point is the city takes care of every being.
I also had a fair share of tiny encounters with kind-heartedness. The people here are so down to earth and helpful .Often a lost me had been re-directed and helped by kind hearted souls. I also found the attitude towards women here to be impressive compared to where I come from. Kerala has always been notorious for how women are treated. Hence Chennai is a breath of fresh air. Simple acts of kindness that one seldom notices like a blind man feeding a stray puppy, a shopkeeper sitting and feeding a beggar, incentives that you get on purchases from the flower women or the small shops around your house….all these makes Chennai a place devoid of every negative adjective attached to a metro. There is always a festive mood with crowds rushing for purchases and people blaring music at some nook & corner of the road. Love for music and bright colors and flowers again make this city more endearing.
Or perhaps, Chennai is endearing because here is my home that I share with my husband. After all love makes everything beautiful ?

Thanks and gratefulness to God

Thanks and gratefulness to God Somewhere I read this morning about a little girl saying, ”I didn’t receive anything good from God today. Why should I thank Him and express my gratitude?” Many of us would agree with the little girl. Many of us too would say the same thing. God appears to be a silent person. You pray and pray and He never answers your prayer. During this morning ‘s mediation and Bible reading, I did think about this point – Should we say “Thank you” to him every day as a routine? Then the commentary from the daily reading guide book put me wise. Should we look for only the down-to-Earth side? God does not sleep. He watches over us every minute. He probably prevented something bad happening to you. You may not know it. But God is aware of it. The writer gave a nice example John lost his wallet. Instead of cursing God or demanding an explanation from Him, John thanked God saying, “Thank you Lord, only my purse is gone.. The thief did not physically harm me; he could have stabbed me or at least scratched me with a knife. He did not take away my college certificates. Thank you for protecting me Lord. I was shaken out of my ungrateful mind. God knows why John had lost his purse . By losing some money today, he had not become a pauper. He will make it good some time. He wants you to know that He had saved you from several possible road accidents through your walk or drive from place of work to home.. He has prevented you from tripping over a stone or someone in a crowded street. So, don’t be angry with God if you have not received any visible blessings today. Invisible blessings far exceed the visible. We should be all the time thankful to Him and praise Him too. You have been created on this Earth only for that purpose – to praise and glorify God. God expects this from all his creatures. Often we do not know what good things He has done for each of us today. Here is a small story. There was a power cut that evening around 8 p.m. Rosy, 18, was returning home after her music class. The road was dark, absolutely dark. In order to reach home, she had to pass through a dark alley which was lonely without any kind of human traffic. Rosy prayed earnestly to her Lord. “Lord protect me, help me reach home safely. “ As she walked cautiously, she saw the figure of a man leaning on an electric pole. Holding her heart in her hand, Rosy inched her way nervously and crossed the danger area safely. The man did no harm to her. Some 20 minutes later, another girl passed by the same alley and the evil man pounced upon her and raped her. Many people heard her cry and rushed out to help. But it was too late. He had done the job. The police nabbed him. For some reason Rosy went back to the site. She talked to the man. “Listen, I too walked alone and you let me go. Why did you molest this poor girl?” The devilish man replied, “No you were not alone; You were walking between two hefty men. So I couldn’t get at you. ..?” Who were these two hefty men? Angels, obviously. God had answered Rosy’s prayer and provided the security cover for her. She didn’t know it but the villainous fellow noticed the presence of the body guards. Shouldn’t Rosy thank the Lord for her safe arrival home?

 

Wives indeed deserve a day of honour, don’t they?

Wives indeed deserve a day of  honour , don’t they?

Yes, why not?

Don’t we observe as of now all kinds of days – Valentine’s day, Children’s day, Teachers’ day, Mother’s day, Father’s day.  Why is ‘wife’ missing from the  above list? What has she done  to  be deprived of this honour?  She is a mother all right but her primary role as wife should not be forgotten. It would appear that the world has indeed forgotten her.

Till recent time, one  officer  by the name  S. Narayanan, the  Administrative officer of a Marriage Hall in Chennai,India used to celebrate what could be called “Couples’ day”.  He hired a marriage hall and   invited all the married couple to gather there for some fun and frolic.   Men of different age groups and from all walks of life dressed like grooms along with their  proud spouse  came to this particular hall for the ceremony.  Some grooms were in their 70’s and their wives  appeared  as coy  as they were on their wedding day years ago. This was done on 30 August.  In the year 2008, nearly  1008  couples  attended the ceremony  and the practice seems to have died down in the last two years or so.  Why, I  wonder?

True, a wife’s day could be commemorated inside one’s own home also but a public show has its own charm. Several people get to see you.  You become a  cynosure of all eyes and a role model for youngsters.  Your own children will go ga ga adoring and blessing you with gifts and kisses.  Won’t that be a grand nostalgia?

Many Indians celebrate the sixtieth year  wedding day. On attaining the age of 60 by the father, the children would get their parents married  for the second time at a home ceremony.  In the Indian language it is called ‘Sashtiaboorthi’. This is a great occasion, isn’t it?  The children conducting  the wedding  ceremony and  making their parents recollect  their good old wedding day years back !  So, why not observe a “Wife’s day” to honour the mother?

An Indian  wife,  is a real Home maker in the literal sense.  She shoulders the entire burden of the family while letting her  husband  have a  life free of any worries.  She is truly a God given gift to a man and this annual function would reflect the men folk’s  gratitude for her.

90% of the Indian wives are absolute home makers.  Their sole  job is to administer the home, bear children and rear them up  and  also be a companion to her husband. They do accept  that the  husband is the head of the house and she is his assistant.

The other 10% happen to be working women – full working women bringing in a pay packet sometime  larger than the husband’s. The latest trend shows that the Divorce rate is high  in the homes of working women who seem to have developed an ego that they are no less in competence and status and could command a voice in the home running possibly not admitting that the husband is the head.  This is the starting point of domestic disharmony and invariably leads to the break up of the marriage.  I wonder if in such homes, the husband would  ever be willing to observe the Wife’s day and thank the lady for all her devotion to him !

I suggest 30 December   be celebrated as “Wife’s day” the world over henceforth.  I don’t think even the Western nations have reserved a day in  honour of the wife.  Isn’t it high time they did it? Accordingly, will everyone kindly gear up for 30 December this year?

While it may not be necessary to gather at a  particular place in large numbers, the day could be observed and rejoiced at  inside every home where the wife cum mother is honoured  profusely by the husband and treated with gifts and tributes.  It’s my wish that 30 December be accepted as the “Wife’s day” the world over and the Lady of the Home be showered  with  love and respect.

In some social clubs, they observe a day called “Husband’s night” whereof it is the wives who would be at the service of men including serving drinks and taking the hubby for a dance and so on ..  A very good notion of applauding the husbands.  But then, why don’t we have “Wives night” in these clubs. My friend rebukes me and tells , “Don’t be stupid, man.  Don’t we look after the ladies well and ensure they are comfortable during all  the club evenings?”  True.  Come to think of it, every club evening is a “Wife’s night”.

But, a “Wife’s day” is  much more significant.  It’s an annual  day of thanksgiving by the husband  and  by the husband alone unlike  “Mother’s day” when she is venerated by both the husband and children.

 

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Answer me, God!

One incident took away almost everything from my world. Aayush, my younger son was only 4 months old then; I could have never heard the word “mamma” from him  neither would I knew how well my elder son, Aryan could sing or how handsome he looks in his all white cricketing attire. It all happened little more than a year back but it is still so vivid in my mind as if it happened just a week before. I am writing this on the eve of my birthday, thanks to the saviour for he gave me an opportunity to celebrate my birthday this year with my family.

We met with a  road accident when we were coming back from Pondicherry to Chennai after spending a superb holiday. Our red car, as Aryan recalls, “Papa’s red car fell and broke into pieces so papa bought a big black car.” Our car was rammed by a xylo from behind and the world became darkness to me.

When I was back to my senses, a month had passed and I was still in the hospital with a severe head injury. The worst thing that happened during this accident was that I suffered from retrograde amnesia and lost my last one-year memory. Due to that, I even forgot my younger son, since he was only 4 months then. Still, I keep on urging everyone individually, not to disclose this to him when he grows up. He will be very hurt when he will know his mother did not remember him. Many more things happened in that one-month period when I was in the hospital, but I was simply clueless.

Finally, one day I was released from the hospital, still on a prescription to continue my high dose medicines for an indefinite time. One day I was just lying in my bed, and found my aunt’s digital camera. She came down from Kolkata during those wretched days to help us. I took the camera and started browsing the pics in it. I saw the first pic, and then the second and then as I pressed the next button, the third pic came up. I stared at the picture blankly. It was Aayush’s pic, with one of his leg wrapped with a white plaster. I immediately ran to my hubby to enquire further. He didn’t hide a bit and told me Aayush fractured his leg during the accident. If that was not all, the fracture got detected after a couple of days when the leg started to swell. Poor Aayush underwent a massive pain for those two days.  In addition, my elder son, Aryan who was only 3 and half years then, broke his left collarbone and was in trauma since he was the only one who saw the whole thing. I became numb and only my tears, which do not follow any rules, continued to roll down my cheek. He also said that every night both the kids kept on crying. The younger one tried to pronounce “mamma” and kept on crying and the elder one, kept on asking everyone when his mother will come back to him.

For better care, my hubby sent me to my mothers place to Kolkata after a few days post my return from the hospital. During that stay, I would ask my mother about all that happened when I was not in my senses. She would always start her narration with Anirban, my hubby, how he took care of me. He was badly injured too in the accident, 21 stitches in his head and with a broken shoulder, still he spent all the nights in the hospital sitting next to me. His routine was somewhat like this; he joined his office few days after the accident – he would go to his office in the morning, return by 5 pm, then feed and make Aryan sleep (He was not allowing anyone to feed him and making him sleep).  After Aryan slept, hubby would have his dinner and go to the hospital with my dinner. He would feed me and then used to sit the whole night awake next to my bed and the next day morning again the routine continued…. I always love my hubby a lot but after hearing all this from my mother, that love increased manifolds and the respect I had for him increased too. He too was badly injured and required proper rest after the accident, but due to his commitments then he did not get any rest and now he is suffering from the side effects. 6 months after the accident, he started getting tremendous back pain, for which he still have sleepless nights. After a check up from the doctor, we came to know during the accident, he badly hurt his back, if he would have taken proper rest then after the accident, now he would not suffer from the side affects. I am very lucky to have him as my best half; he showed me what life is and where happiness lies.

I had no clue what my parents went through as i am their only daughter. Few months back when I was visiting  my aunt, the topic reappeared. She disclosed that my mother kept fasting because I could not eat properly when I was in the hospital. She used to tell, “I will leave my fasting only when my daughter starts eating normal diet.” ‘Hat’s off to you maa, you have shown me what mothers are for and thanks baba for your support.I know you too went through a lot of pain !”

A year flew by but the stigma of the incidence is still crystal-clear in my mind. Very frequently, I get the memories flushing my mind and I always ask with moist eyes – ‘why it was me and my family, who had to experience such a horrible fate.’ This is the only question that I have for Him, the power known as God!

Togetherness, to sleep or not to…?

Nothing wrong with pre marital sex

No, it’s not my caption. I read an article with this title in this morning’s news paper. I was horrified and disagreed violently with the publication. It so happens that it has been written by one Sofia, a Britisher. I am sure no Indian woman would have dared make such a suggestion ever.

Sofia claims that if a woman has enjoyed the pre marital sex, then she will have a healthy relationship after marriage. Absolutely wrong. Will such a woman stop with one such experience? Won’t she have more and possibly with newer men? In which case she is not likely to opt for marriage at all; she would have become a confirmed single girl gallivantor of a first class order.

I think pre marital sex is a taboo, at least in our Indian context. No Indian maiden would think of it nor a courting young man. It is a forbidden fruit or a fruit to be tasted at a later date. The longer the wait the sweeter will be the taste !

“Why not?” you may ask. “After all they are engaged to be married. So What’s the harm?” Such thinking will end up in sorrow and self guilt and self condemnation, friend. Your fiancé, whom you considered the most beautiful woman in the world, would suddenly look ugly in your very own eyes. Next, you are bound to feel so guilty that you may not like to touch her again because your conscience will tell you that you have done something prohibited by our culture. And you are most likely to run away too from her leaving her to fend for herself. You would not want to look at her face once again at all. You would embarrassed too because guilt will be eating into you. You would have lost all interest in her as well.

The above is not an imagination. It’ a true life experience. A and K were terribly in love. They had been engaged just some three months back and the marriage, for various reasons, was due some six months later.
But A couldn’t wait; he lived some three hundred miles away from K. One day he travelled all the way down to K’s place where she was living alone, being a teacher in an outstation. When you find your woman alone without any one around, your passion jumps to a new height. And that’s exactly what had happened. It’s not known if K approved of it but perhaps she had no role to play in the game. ‘A’ hating himself for the act took off back to his home leaving behind a weeping K. And K became pregnant in course of time. Pregnancy had to be terminated in a crude way because it had to be done in total secrecy.

A and K got married all right in due time. But the marriage turned out to be sour and insipid. K could never conceive again. And their marriage was sliding down to near zero level. Within three years they broke up. True, they didn’t divorce. But A one day suddenly abandoned her and turned to another woman. K looked absolutely loathsome in A’s eyes.

If only they had refrained from that horrible pre marital adventure, they would have been a happy couple with a couple of children and A would have been adoring her day in and day out. She would have looked gorgeous and gorgeous with each child.

If you are having any clandestine plan to do such thing as what A and K did, please give up the idea immediately. Delay it, delay it till the D day. Remember Shakespeare’s words, “To delay is to increase the pleasure…” and indeed you would experience much greater pleasure on your W day.

Desk top or Lap top computer

In my family every one has a computer.  Oh no, they are not the hired stuff but legally purchased and legally owned equipment. When I was introduced to the computer, I was a little scared of this gadget?  ‘May I start from the simple model” I enquired. “OK?” approved my grand children.

Thus came on my table my first machine called P 1.  When  expanded  it read Pentium 1 with a 10 MB hard disk.  10 MB was quite a lot, ten million bytes? Wow?  My grand children laughed at me after some six months.  ”Come, come, grand pa, learn to live with the times.  Go in for a more modern computer with greater memory,” the kids advised. Step by step I reached P-4 within two years. The P4, has so many facilities that I don’t have the time nor patience to learn them all. So, although I have a model with 80 GB memory, I use just  5 GB  for sending e-mails, store up all my files, convert all my thoughts in terms of articles and short stories and store them in various files in the hard disk and of course talk on Skype with my son and grandson who are in USA.  And I am happy with the machine.

Then the grand children came with another proposal a few months later.  “Don’t you want to settle for a Lap top, grandpa?” they asked.  “How long are you going to live with this bulky stuff, eh?” This time my two children too joined the chorus.  “It’s so handy you know?” they all sang out.

Presently,I took out the trump card. “You chaps are very fond of Lap tops, aren’t you?”

“Of course, it is so handy.  You can take it with you  wherever you go  by foot or train or airline  as if  it is your brief case?”

“Perhaps, you don’t  know that a Lap top  is a dynamite of sorts..:?”

Completely shocked they cried out,  “Wh…at?”

”Our scientists have stated that the heat produced by  a  Lap during its  operation could increase the risk of infertility in you?”

The smallest grandson, 7 years,  wanted to know,  “What is infertility?”  He was told to shut up  and listen  by one of his  seniors.

A post  graduate engineer grandson  asked, “What would happen to women who also prefer to keep the darned machine in their lap?  Will their fertility quotient too  diminish with time?  Will they become barren some day?”

According to the scientists, “Yes”.

“There you are  children and grand children, see the danger a lap top holds for you and your  future wives”?”

I further went on:  Lap top doesn’t mean, you must always keep it on your lap and use it.  You can keep it anywhere, on top of a table or a chair or whatever including root top  except of course your lap.

“So, I stick to my grand old Desk top.  OK?” I announced as a finale.