Sunday, June 30, 2013

A DATE WITH RAILWAY

 A DATE WITH RAILWAY






This place is where the legendary Maharana Prathap was born and brought up. Famous for its glowing blue water lakes and fountains, the city of Udaipur is one of the most romantic and beautiful cities in India. Commonly called the Venice of east or the land of lakes and fountains, the city has got its name from its founder Maharana Udai Singh in 1567, who built it around three magnificent lakes on which the green hills of Aravalli ranges are reflected majestically. The famous Lake Palace that built around Lake Pichola is one such place which one cannot afford to miss.  
We’ve paid a visit to this city yesterday as a part of our training curriculum. A group of hundred officers from the Central Training College, Neemuch where we are undergoing a course, visited the Zonal Railway Training Institute, a premier training centre of the Indian Railway. It was an academic congregation of two largest organizations in the world, the Central Reserve Police Force, the largest Paramilitary force in the world and Indian Railways, the largest civilian employer.
The biggest of its kind in Asia, the Railway Zonal Training Institute is situated amidst lush greenery in the heart of the city of Udaipur which is about 135 kilometer away from Neemuch. Inaugurated in the year 1956 by the first president of India Dr. Rajendra Prasad, its arch shaped building and pleasant campus layout with artistically laid out gardens gives an ambience conducive for training and thus this institute is famous for its course contents and training methodology. The model room where the miniature working models of stations and train services are displayed is considered to be the largest of its kind in Asia.
It was such a well organized and fantastic experience for us. We were so pleased that we had this opportunity to attend the training session which was not only inspiring and educational with relevant topics but functionally fulfilling as well. The overall presentation of lecture by Sh. Hardeep Singh was really incredible, fun and enjoyment with lot of interesting information.
Being an armed force famous for its frequent movements, CRPF is much depended on the Indian Railways and hence, this session that had opened eyes to the many and varied rules and regulations of Indian Railways were important and even helpful to us.
I was offered the opportunity to deliver the vote of thanks to the distinguished lecturer on behalf of our course and the institute. I should acknowledge the part played by my friend, Sh. G.P Singh in suggesting my name for this task to the course director.
After the training session was over, we had an amazing time walking around Udaipur’s old city and doing some window shopping.  The beautiful Lake Palace and the manmade Lake Fateh Sagar were definitely worth seeing.  These photographs were taken by my friends, Sh. Rajesh and Sh. G.P Singh.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

FORGOTTEN SMILES IN THE LAND OF MINES


FORGOTTEN SMILES IN THE LAND OF MINES







It was one of those sultry evenings a few days back in a remote tribal village in Andhra Pradesh Odisha Border. Already a few small children, almost forty of them, had assembled as they did everyday at the same evening hours inside the CRPF camp for their daily tuition class.
 It was quite an exercise by CRPF men trying to get these children and their parents motivated to attend these classes inside a police camp and finally when we managed to start this program which we named as “Solidarity Education Program” aimed at improving the educational standard of poor tribal children in our area of responsibility, it was like a mission accomplished for us. Troops were as excited as myself with this project.  And many of these small children were much satisfied that, at least by engaging themselves inside our camp, they were spared from dwelling upon their discomforts in their houses particularly from their drunken fathers who would beat them up almost regularly in a state of intoxication.  Thus the CRPF camp acted as a temporary shelter for them to hang around till their drunken fathers get into deep slumber and their mothers finally ready with their supper. In a place where alcohol related crime and vandalism remains a significant concern to the civil administration, children are living here in the worst imaginable living condition.
 “Today I’am going to give you a task”.
The soft wave of chatter floated through the room had suddenly vanished and it was with a veritable keenness that they turned towards me when I walked up to the class room to have a little chitchat with them.
I saw the same exhilaration on all the tiny faces around me.
“You have to write a small paragraph about your life. The best writer will get a reward”.  
The sight upon which they opened their notebook and started scribbling on it made me smile in gratification.
I then went for my usual camp defence review and no sooner had I finished my job than someone walked in to inform me that the children are ready with their write ups.
Constable Ganesh, their Telugu ‘Police teacher’, was ready with a scruffy note book with two of its pages written in Telugu script by a small boy Hari.
A sudden melancholia started engulfing the class room as Ganesh, as per my instruction, progressed reading the script and translating it in Hindi. It grew by every word, by every sentence and when it was finally over, I felt very depressed.
Here is the translation of what he wrote in his note book ....
“My Life story”
My name is Hari. When I was a kid I lost both my parents. My father was an addicted alcoholic. He used to ask my poor mother her hard earned money to buy liquor for him almost every day. One day, unable to bear my father’s drunken behaviour she emptied a can of kerosene and set herself ablaze inside my house.  My father could not bear the agony of my mother’s bizarre death and committed suicide the same day by hanging himself.  Left with nobody to take care of us, me and my sister is living with my aunty since then.  Though poor and impoverished she is taking care of us by giving us food and cloths. She is taking a good care of my little sister too.  Notwithstanding her financial constraints, she is sending us to school and we are studying well. During festivals like Christmas, she gives us new clothes for which we are extremely happy. We are happy to have such a nice aunty.  We come to this police station for our daily tuition class every day after school hours and we are extremely happy about the after school education we are getting from here. We get pen, pencils and books too from here. It was my mother’s profound desire to see my little sister as a doctor and me an engineer once we complete our studies. When we grow up, me and my sister................................”
Poor Hari ended his story abruptly there. Did he get his eyes welled up for that he could not complete it? Did he get emotionally overwhelmed?  I don’t know.
I stood there for a while. I never knew about him. I stared blankly at the class room trying to find him among other children. There on the farthest corner of the class room, I found him sitting with his tiny sister. Unaware of what’s happening around, she was playing with some pebbles.
After my initial emotional fret was worn off, I took a hundred rupee note and handed over to him as promised. As soon as the sudden clapping and cheers that followed my few words of appreciation to him faded, I’ve asked him to come over to my room for a photograph.
Astir with the wonder and curiosity at his first sight of a camera, he stood there emotionless. After the photo session was over I patted him on his back and then embraced him for long. I made a desperate attempt to make him smile but failed. May be the harsh incidents that happened in his life seemed to have made him stronger and harder inside.
After a small silence that followed my words of consolation , he said something in a subtle voice in Telugu. Ganesh  translated.
I still love my parents. I wanted to be with them.  I don’t know why they did this to me. But still I love them.  I miss them badly.
In the corner of his tiny eyes, I spotted small flecks of tears welling up in there. The loss of his parents would have definitely dampened the spirits of his early childhood, I thought.
By now it was completely dark outside and he ran back to his classroom, which was by then wore a deserted look as all the children left to their respective houses. His small sister was still playing out there with those pebbles.  
Holding her hand with all the responsibility of an elder brother, he trudged serenely towards the gate, grated over the gravelled land and faded into the dark streets beyond. When the huge iron gate of my camp swung shut behind them with a sharp sound that pierced the serene semblance of this forest area, I again fell into deep thought.  How they are going to fulfil their long gone parent’s desires and ambitions? Their dream...?
Only consolation now is the knowledge that their aunty, instead of pushing them into the world of daily labour in order to get a few extra bucks to run her otherwise impecunious family, is still educating them.  Realised it would not be her amity’s lot to educate the children beyond a few years; I thought how the departed souls would cheer for what they had dreamed about their kids. How long will she be able to bear the costs of their higher education and other living expenses?  Answers to these questions, I know are as ambiguous as the lives of several other children in this naxal affected, impoverished, downtrodden hinterland of India, the tribal India.
I left that small village a few days back. But I’am still in touch with Hari. I wish I could do something for him and his sister. Few of my good friends residing there promised to assist me in whatever way they can do. May the almighty god give them the strength.

Friday, June 21, 2013

GUEST LECTURE AT INFOSYS BANGALORE


Delivered a guest lecture on " Use of force/mishandling by CAPFs during law enforcement duties" at Infosys Bangalore in a workshop jointly organised by Central Industrial Security Force and Staff of Infosys...


 Here are some photos









WE WANT TREES BUT NOT IN OUR DREAMS...




We want trees but not in our dreams....

Thursday, June 20, 2013

MIRROR IMAGE OF KERALA

MIRROR IMAGE OF KERALA and SUKHOI- PACK-FA






Mirror Image of Kerala   and  Sukhoi-Pack -FA

Monday, June 17, 2013


Some friends are like ocean waves that gently smooth out the footprints left on the shore while the traveller moves on. They erase our woes often without us even noticing it....










The day I hold his finger with my little fist for the first time, we signed an unconditional deal








Saturday, June 15, 2013

THEORY OF BENEFITIVITY






THEORY OF BENEFITIVITY

If your boss likes you and your work..
You will reap the benefits.
If your boss doesn't like you, but likes your work,
The organisation will reap the benefits
If your boss likes you, but not your work ,
The boss will reap the benefits