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Illness [with editorial inputs from my friend #Lulifix as we call Lulu, Dr. Sandeep Mohanty] Continuing from my earlier real-life accounts posted previously, this is another unforgettable experience to reminisce about. Whenever we brothers fell sick, we used to be cured by jhaar phoonk (traditional healing by chanting and blowing) administered by a Nepalese priest. This stands in complete contrast to modern medical practice. And believe me, we used to be cured by the very next day, without any medication. The nearest hospital was the district hospital, about 20 kilometres away and reachable only by an elephant ride across 6–7 Himalayan streams and dusty roads. Now, bridges and pucca roads connect Koronu with Roing. More interestingly, Google Maps now shows a travel time of 17–18 minutes for a journey that once took half a day one way, or even longer if the streams were swollen with rainwater from the hills. That is great development for the people of that region. Many small villages ...

My father was posted in the interiors of NEFA, now  Arunachal Pradesh, during his early days in service to the nation. CPWD was entrusted with building of roads following the Chinese invasion of 1962. There was much work to do and the deadlines were strict despite non availability of skilled labour and licenced government contractors. The recruitment then was huge in numbers. Reaching the place of posting was a herculean task. One may say, difficult area posting instead of hard area. That made the life of an engineer more challenging to sustain, who first studied the subject for a life unlike the one he encountered. They all travelled by train to a certain point and then by launch or steamer up the mighty Brahmaputra and then, by a bus that would ply once a day loading all it could, both within, atop and some tied to the rods wherever available. Then there was the arduous treks and elephant rides across the crazy Himalayan streams from the nearest motorable point. Well, all fo...

Encounter with Madness We are two brothers, separated by a period of 4 years. Being the eldest, I would take the lead while venturing into the forest with other village boys to collect wild berries and elephant apple with which mom used to make delicious sour daal   and sweet aachaar   My brother was too young to accompany then. The boys from the village were well trained since childhood to spot any unusual movement in the bushes or thickets and the animal that would lurk behind. It was in one of the evenings that we spotted an elephant screaming and coming towards us.  Sensing trouble, we hurried back to our homes as fast as we could. The animals are too fast to outrun humans, being on 4 feet. Their running was a double engine scenario. The screaming of the elephant could be heard well within the home as it was uprooting banana plantains and trying to fell trees with might. That alerted the villagers who approached the headman to kill it. It was a double-barrel rifle ...

  [With inputs from Shri. Soumendra Choudhury, Scientist F (Retd.)] Bubu or Bubu-na as we lovingly called him, left for his heavenly abode on the 9 th of May 2024 after a brief but painful illness. It was the cruel hands of Cancer that took him away. Truly, the world of Western Medicine hasn't yet matured to handle a disease like Cancer yet. It is with deep grief that we mourn his untimely demise especially, that it is affecting all young hearts beyond what is common in such cases. I take this opportunity to narrate and describe our best moments that shall be cherished forever. We're great friends. His elder brother Raja was my colleague during his posting in Gangtok, Sikkim. I used to visit them quite often and often stayed the night enjoying with food and booze as friends do. Being constantly in touch, it is nightmarish plangencies to believe that he is no more. He was an extremely polite and affable person throughout. His health was deteriorating fast but, the doctors t...

  [Thank you Joseph Thumpassery for your inputs] Everyone loves taking naps. The deeper our naps are, better it is the time to facilitate looting, quite unaware. Looting is a multilayered term that's used to debunk our mortal truths and indoctrinated brainwashes. Further it is used to garner greater profits by many in the high echelons of power. While truths are like dreams, the brainwashes are nightmares and, vice versa. Life has become risky by the day as quick profiteering is kicking out the ethics of conducting good business. The Great Indian Riddle? Ask yourself![ 1 ] Take the case of the car industry. Despite all the progress made on the technology front, Indian cars do not pass through rigorous tests. This is very much unlike the ones that are manufactured in the same plant for export. It is perhaps for such poor quality standards that we place our Gods of Worship on the dashboard, seeking protection from pitfalls to save us from such double standards. The beauty and angui...

LIQUORIFIED [This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With credits to Bibhash Chandra Tripathi Money at hand was scarce in the days that we spent in college. But that wasn't a deterrent when it came to go on a drinking binge with batchmates. After all, it was our four years at stake to build and establish ourselves. The timespan was huge, little we realised that we had to appear in six challenging subjects per semester. While many reign supreme this day in various organisations worldwide, the days spent in the college were never forgo...

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With credits to Prasun Chakraborty I think, therefore I am – Descartes I was on my way back home from the site office, where construction of an airport was underway on the outskirts of a capital city of a State in India. On the way was my uncle's house and decided to pay my cousin a visit, that was long due. My uncle departed for his heavenly abode a couple of years before the mandemic and left the house to his only son who stayed there with his wife and son. As I was entering the house, ...

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With credits to Mrs. Papia Kundu nee Mondal a friend from childhood Dipak had barely completed his diploma in civil engineering when he landed in a job as a junior engineer in a central government department. Such personnel were the eyes of the organisation at the ground level. It was a mass recruitment of sorts where, the country was reshaping itself, a couple of decades after independence. Observing his deft skill-sets, he was selected by his peers for a foreign posting, most immediately. Every...

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental]   Sparkling under the morning sunshine, barely had I taken out my beauty out of the garage when a #juvenile or just beyond, rammed into my car, severely paralyzing it on a beautiful October morning in his playful gesture. Barely had my son completed the honours of closing the garage gates that I usually do and, settled down in the co-driver’s seat while I was at the wheels. It was parked momentarily by the road near my residence, before intending to take off to attend to an appointment wit...

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. C ontent designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assume no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With vivid inputs from Zuam – Amit Chaudhuri Times were difficult those days in securing a job and more so, when the family income was starved of a decent living. That was suffocating for the members of Joy’s family that saw loss of jobs with dwindling family income in a very short time. The frame of mind was inexplicable. Dearth of jobs was a nationwide syndrome with opportunities getting scarce. Sustenance was getting difficult by the day with spiraling prices and hope of getting a job r...