Sunday, January 19, 2014

The Kejriwal phenomenon - A dream child sired by neibhbourhood...

 It has been in the nature of history that the change which some overzealous but incompetent do gooder promises is sired by his opponents later.You need more than a knowledge of genetics to produce childen. i am just keeping my fingers crossed to see if Kejriwal has the "vigour" to produce the child he has "conceived", or will a neighbour claim fatherhood.


Can i deny the jolt the IDEA has given to the system.?? No, the system is a clever mammoth.. it always pretends to be shocked by any idea only to kill it with a gentle embrace....typical response f any system to any new idea, real or put on......wait for the fatherhood.


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  • Harcharan Bains It has been in the nature of history that the change which some overzealous but incompetent do gooder promises is sired by his opponents later.You need more than a knowledge of genetics to produce childen. i am just keeping my fingers crossed to see if Kejriwal has the "vigour" to produce the child he has "conceived", or will a neighbour claim fatherhood.
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  • Reshma Singh nyway i think u dint read wot i wrote Rati Parker..im a bjp minded person mslf..n dispite tt ...dispite tt
  • Reshma Singh Harcharan Bainssir...pardon my saying so but i find a personall affiliations often taking precednce ove of politics of d heart..ur affliation wid d current punjab govt often sees u in a an avtar wich is lets say prejudiced...so yes im sure uve seen a lot of children apropriated thus:)
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  • Harcharan Bains Reshma Singh ( if the above comment is fired in my direction) .. did i say anything to disagree with u ???? And I have one request " if you must write as beautifully as you do, please favour us by writing in normal human english script...will be truly grateful.
  • Reshma Singh IM DYSLEXIC SIR..updating u on my stargneway of scripting
  • Reshma Singh im spelling challanged..mostly write from d heart..agar sochne lagungi toh likkh nahi sakti..agar sirf likhne lagungi toh soch nai sakti..
  • Harcharan Bains mine is a self-confessed politics of the heart. so i never even try or hope to convert others to my sentimental ways....i am not prejudiced . i m colour blind: only blue and akali saffron ( kidhre rang kesariya ne ji kidhre rang neele ne) .. u meant dslksik
  • Reshma Singh yessir..dislaking in sik
  • Reshma Singh aaaww...sorry..im exceeding my own stooopidity tday
  • Harcharan Bains naw, thats impossible....
  • Namita Khare Well, Reshma, dear, if you're dyslexic, then I wish most of us were, because you tend to yank us towards a direction. Mr. Bains, appealing to your politics of the heart. Tell me that your heart doesn't say that this country needs a change.
  • Reshma Singh im like a man tt ways..i can lv more then 2 parties..wot i cant do wid a man..wahaan sab single minded..par politics of d heart ..well tts me..im hardcore bjp..but i lv dis man kejriwal


Shiv Modgil, Facebook and America Invented

On January 17, Shiv Ram Modgil  joined Facebook.  This is the greatest news since Columbus discovered America.. Be careful, though. Its all in public domain. like Columbus' discovery. You can't write anything too personal here, like how your boss is treating you and how your subordinates think you are vane bag of self-righteousness and arrogance...


  • Rani Bains Awwww Shiv bhaji, dont let these experts discourage you in any way, just stick around and you will be glad you did. By the way do you know now how to accept a friend request..........before you change your mind again!
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  • Harcharan Bains Rani Bains With a little encouragement from you, our Columbus would even invent America if he couldn't discover it !! Rani, this is truly a breakthrough worth recording in letters of gold in human history. You know your Shiv Bhaji and what it means to facebook to have him on board. The next I am expecting is Facebook going caligraphic and carried through postal exchanges.. Love you Shiv Ram Modgil There seem two accounts, one with the dashing profile of our hero and the other without it. Rani please help him sort it out..

Work, John Donne and Escape from insanity

John Donne knew better than most the dangers of insanity that hang about us all day. He knew too that work or meaningless banter, or both, often offer an escape from insanity. ( Recalled from an essay on John Donne in my MA days)

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Thanking my son for not taking me away from my mother

My son was born in England, which is because my wife is a British citizen. But he had all his education in India, and that too in schools where children of most others like me ( teachers, average, farymers, govt employees etc.) study. Up to fifth , he studies in a small private school run in a smalll private house ....Later, he managed to get Luckily, he is doing what he always wanted to do: flying a plane. ( I don't know how many here would believe that the people I have always worked with never even knew what my son was doing nor where he is working now. True, I am not a leader. But many people - including some in my own family -- always thought I could have given my son a better education -- perhaps Sanawar if not Doon --and/ or could have ensured that he did not have to remain unemployed for years even after being fully qualified for a job. But I gave him an advantage which only I could have given him: my mother as a role model and my father as a motivation. There were times he would get frustrated or feel low, seriously believing that either his father's political affiliation or his British birth was a handicap...But I kept faith in life and even in the system, and I am grateful he can now fly without needing to borrow his father's weak wings. I know this requires the kind of stubborn-ness that my mother and father gave me - there were times when I thought he might have to work at some reasonable shop or departmental store, or own one of his own, or at best, perhaps, work on the few ancestral acres which I own or may be go to England and try his luck there. But life has really been kind, as it has always been to me. ....and I am grateful as much to life as to my father and mother for not teaching me short-cuts, and also to my son for never asking me to bargain my simple inheritance- for tempting toys of the world. Nor has his mother) Inder Sarai...This is only partly relevant here, but not irrelevant at all...My son was born in England, which is because my wife is a British citizen. But he had all his education in India, and that too in schools where children of most others like me ( teachers, average, farmers, govt. employees etc.) study. Up to fifth , he studies in a small private school run in a smalll private house ....Later, he managed to get Luckily, he is doing what he always wanted to do: flying a plane. ( I don't know how many here would believe that the people I have always worked with never even knew what my son was doing nor where he is working now. True, I am not a leader. But many people - including some in my own family -- always thought I could have given my son a better education -- perhaps Sanawar if not Doon --and/ or could have ensured that he did not have to remain unemployed for years even after being fully qualified for a job. But I gave him an advantage which only I could have given him: my mother as a role model and my father as a motivation. There were times he would get frustrated or feel low, seriously believing that either his father's political affiliation or his British birth was a handicap...But I kept faith in life and even in the system, and I am grateful he can now fly without needing to borrow his father's weak wings. I know this requires the kind of stubborn-ness that my mother and father gave me - there were times when I thought he might have to work at some reasonable shop or departmental store, or own one of his own, or at best, perhaps, work on the few ancestral acres which I own or may be go to England and try his luck there. But life has really been kind, as it has always been to me. ....and I am grateful as much to life as to my father and mother for not teaching me short-cuts, and also to my son for never asking me to exchange my simple inheritance for tempting and impressive toys of the world. ) May 25, 2013 Sunnymindcaves Caves ( Harcharan Bains)

When mother left, so did the firmness of my gaze - Hazel

One of the biggest challenges before a seeker of truth is to avid a confusion between a contradiction and a paradox. For me, this confusion was resolved by my mother as her interpretations and her voice would hover low - like some sparkling vaprous haze after an afternoon shower - over words and strains from Gurbani and their meanings. Its another matter that after she left, so did the firmness of my gaze. I lost track and, with that, the sense of my place in the journey. Only vague memories of the path and direction unveiled to me by her remain - like some half-forgotten dream. Sometimes, the half-remembered outlines of her navigational explorations into the world of the Gurus and scriptures from other religions emerge again, resembling strong invitations from a mother to her son. But the son's feet, strayed too far out and away, and his legs and mind tired with and of petty pursuits, produce only moistened eyes that blur a paradise which was once uncovered by her gentle but unsparing voice.

Mohinder Amarnath: Punjabi symphony for chin music

"A miracle of rare delight:" Punjabi Beethovan who sent chin-rappers on a Punjabi Bhangra to his tune

October 22, 2013 at 8:02pm
After the rap, the jazz, the calypso and the Punjabi, it is chin-beat. Also known in cricketing jargon as "chin music", the genere is to jaw what Bhangra s to feet. And India have produced not very many who can really handle the baton with finesse while playing or directing this strain, a legacy of the first half of the  20th century when the Captain of "the great and heroic sporting nation - England - Douglas Jardine unleahsed a fast-motion rapper Harold Larwood to blast the ears of the greatest connoiseurs of cricket's semi-classical music, Sir Donal Bradman.Now, Bradman was not exactly the Don of Dodgers, and his hooking had not yet been tested against the persistent and deliberate hostility of the rising and boucning menace.He deicded that while "heard melodies are sweet, those unheard are sweeter still." He was not heard for much longer after this body-line (dis)concert.In India, the practitioners of this thrilling and killing variety of rap have been few and far between. But wherever an except has emerged, it has got the nation and the world hooked to it. There have been the likes of Kapil Dev who knew that if something was thrown at their rib cage or their chin, it had to eb given wings so it could fly safely out of sight into the stands.     Our Sunny Gavaskar, the man who batted 60 overs in World Cup match to score an unbeaten 30 odd, was never afraid of the short-pitched bowlers, but neither were they shverig in their pants at the sight of the diminutive demolitioner.But there was one man, famous for his jog-trot to the crease as a bowler and his massive shuffle out of it to hit fours and sixes as a batsman, who became "a miracle of rare delight," asmuch for what he achieved in muting chin-music as for making the musicians look ridicuous when they saw they missiles eaten up  without a sip of clean water by a number 8 !

In the world of chinytham, Mohinder Amarnath's dance numbers are a quite a unique case, a collector's dream.

Viv called him the "nicest gem ever to have played cricket; Sunny Gavaskar said  Imran said he is quite simple the greatest batsman agaisnt fast bowling. And Imran would simply call him "the greatest player of fast bowling." But I doff my hat at Simpson who said that Amarnath was good to tame Lillee and Thompson even " he had a fractured arm in plaster." And this man - Amarnath - about Imran said that he should not have been kept out of the Indian team for a single day since his debut in 1969 till the time he retired in the later eighties, was made to sepnd all his time listening to his favourite singler, the Great Mukesh.

After Mukesh, chin music  had to be  Naushadic soft and soothing. But wait. Ask what the bowlers ahve to say. We will elave that for a while.

But such is the joke called "cricket selectors"  master was keptout of the Indian team for six of his prime years. And when he was brought backk, it was not primarily as a batsman but as " bits and pieces all rounder." ALmost on com- "passionate", such was the national outcry against his long and seemingly never ending exile.
Amarnath had a an expression to describe the marvellous entertainment value of the selectors.

The courageous Mohinder Amarnath's  career was almost "bounced" out as he was consistently found wanting against short-pitched stuff.  He was felled on a featehr bed of a wicket in Karachi, not by the stinging pace of Imran Khan but by the just above military medium bouncers from Sarfraz Nawaz. Reduced almost to a laughing stock, Amarnath, originally a medium pacer himself and content to bat at number 8 or even 9,  worked hard on his technique against the short-pitched missiles. In one of the greatest turn-arounds in the history of all sports,Amarnath rose from the dead to emerge as perhaps the greatest player against pace bowling that India has ever produced - above Sunil Gavaskar and Sachin Tendulkar -- I know I am about to be lynched for such sacrilegious arrogance against our gods, but Truth is Higher than the Highest, said Nanak. . Promoted from number 8 to number 6 and then suddenly to number 3 - virtually the opener if you remember that against that menacing pace of Holding, Garner, Croft and Roberts, India would usually be one down for practically nothing - Mohinder produced gem after a gem , masterpieces of sheer skill, staying power, stamina and above all stoic courage. The West Indians were tamed. India went to Australia under Bishan Bedi. (1977 ??) Aussies themselves were struggling to put their broken bones together in the wake of the Packer body blow. But led by the legendary Bobby Simpson, they still had one neutron in their arsenal: his name was Thommo - Jefferson Thompson. And Simpson unleashed him at the Indian batsmen in short bursts. The likes of Brijesh Patel - famous for his lethal force against the spinners and the medium pacers, were reduced to just pinch of bones when Thommo lengthened his strides. To be sure, Sunny Gavaskar hit three centuries against on that tour, but the man to be named the greatest player against fast bowling was Mohinder Amarnath. Such was the impression he left on his rivals, especially the opposing skipper Bobby Simpson that when asked by scribes if in his opinion, the expected absence the injured Amarnath fromthe India squad would strengthen India's chances of delivering acoup - coming back from 0-2 in to win a five match series - Simpson had this to say: " Amarnath not playing because of injury?? I bet anything they will keep him in playing eleven even with a fractured arm, so good is he against fast bowlers>" Amarnath led India's historic chase, scoring 86 taking his team to 445 chasing 493. This was till the India's greatest second innings score while chasing. They already held the record fo the biggest fourth innings total (406) to win a Test match ( Versus the West Indies) in which again Amarnath had featured with 85 before being run out with India requiring just 14 to win, which they did in style as Amarnath had kept a long vigil of 440 balls to ensure that India did not lose more than three wickets before sighting the destination within and bat's length. India had lost Chetan Chauhan, Gavaskar and Anshuman Gaekwad with something like 80 runs still required . If another wicket had fallen then, it could have been anything. But his stoicism saw India flash that smile a the end - 406 for 4, only the second time in history that a team had chased down 400 plus in a Test match. Thu Amarnath featured prominently in two of the three historic run chases abroad - against Australia ( lost by just 40 odd while chasing 450 plus; and 406 against West Indies at Port of Spain.)

And although Amarnath was as graceful a "ducker" as a hooker against the bouncer, he never employed the first ploy against selectors, whom he once called " a pack of jokers." Coming from a man as genial and humble as Mohinder Amarnath, this meant tha the selector's bodyline had exceeded even Jardine's.

Amarnath will always be remembered by connoisseurs as "India's greatest player of genuine fast bowling." And he will also be remembered as the one player who was most shabbily treated by this pack of jokers........
Mohinder made his first test century at Perth at the WACA (the fastest and bounciest wicket in the world) batting against Jeff Thomson at his fastest. He followed this test century with another 10 more against top class fast bowling.
Imran Khan respected Amarnath like he respected no other batsman In his book "All Round View", Imran says that Amarnath was  was quite simply the best batsman in the world. Imran said the gutsy right hander  should have played non-stop for India right from his debut in 1969 to the time he retired. ( After his debut series in 1969, he had to wait until 1975 to make it into the team).

And talking about cricket for Amarnath was alway about courage of a warrior facing a thousand guns all at once."In an era replete with fast bowling and unrestricted in use of the bouncer, he never stopped hooking - despite many incentives to do so. He received a hairline fracture of the skull from Richard Hadlee, was knocked unconscious by Imran Khan, had teeth knocked out by Malcolm Marshall and was hit in the jaw so painfully by Jeff Thomson in Perth that he could eat only ice cream for lunch...And yet, he braved it all to make mince meat of the world's fast bowlers and made them like fastish spinners."

Tip-toeing out to surprise the rising sun

Tip-toeing out of my hotel room to surprise the rising sun.

Before starting the day, I feel a sudden urge to meet a long lost friend and sit with him , quietly, peacefully, for long hours and just allow our silence - especially his - to express what has been lost in the noise of my own speech. Today may be yet another good day to take a few steps back towards myself and rediscover the friend I lost some decades ago when I walked away one morning from my mother. All these years, he has stayed close to my mother, even as she was lost to me and to the rest of the world. This one fear has held me from going back to my friend who has always lived in the lap of my mother, a child like Jesus, an infant like Krishna: won't my mother ask me where did I lose the child that was hers before I walked away from her? If she does ask, all I will have to offer her in reply is this unabashed face which does not resemble the child who was born to her. That child - that long lost friend - still lives in the warmth of her lap. I will go out just now and take the first tremulous baby steps towards that lap and rediscover and reclaim the face I either lost or sold away in bazaars that auction faces cheap.

Here I come , mother. Together, we will have the sun for a toy - the same that you gave me once during my childhood - the same sun that would walk down from the eastern hills to touch your feet and wish you 'Good Morning' before it ventured out on its worldly sojourn. In his presence, I first saw my face reflected in you eyes. In his presence, I will again see my face reflected in the lake that lies beyond my hotel room - - that lake whose deep waters have always resembled an odd tear of compassion down your cheek when you saw a suffering child, an orphaned calf or a hungry cow and the like.

I will get up now as I hear the gentle ripple of the lakes' water, stirring perhaps to receive the easterly guest.


Part Two:
(In Badal vilage.) Away from city life, the resplendent sun rise still tip toes towards you up across open fields. Moon and Venus still engage in their little street plays. Away from city life, we still walk right into the wondrous moonrise. Away from city life, I still walk the moon to its Westerly hut.