Sunday, October 30, 2011
Petless in (Ferns) Paradise : K Achuthan
We are pet less today and we live amongst a community that did not dissuade grooming of pets. In fact we have some pet lovers who encourage pets to be groomed.
To understand what it means to have a pet, you must realise what it means not to have one. In the few days that I lost both my pets, I realise that coming home is just 'coming home'. It would be sometimes better to walk through a 'welcoming' hotel reception than coming home to a petless house. After 25 years of our marriage, I must confess that Neena and I have gone through most of the drama that we realise the importance of giving 'space' to each other. When I come home, Neena is busy teaching yoga somewhere. If Robin & Ferro were to be there, they would have greeted me in such that I would feel as though I was coming home first time as a bridegroom.
The mornings begin as though I have been a lost a found item. The way they would lick me, I would not need a razor to shave. The joy of taking them out for their first walk and to see them do their jobs, you would be so relieved that even if you have a constipation, you would thank them that they did it on your behalf. On mornings that you wake up with a hangover, taking a pet out for a walk is like having a head massage. Pet less guys will never understand this.
And then there is the ocassional fight with Neena that sometimes grows so loud that our dogs would vanish under the cots and sofas. They know when to broker peace, for when they feel that the intensity is over, they would come up to us and cosy up. All tensions vanish and the topic of dispute changes to topic of affection, their affection.
The pain of having a pet is when they fall ill. The symptoms start with them ignoring food. From then on, it is trips to the Vet. When they recover, it is although you have lost and found your Rolex watch.
We had Robin, a Dalmation, and Ferro, a Dashhund. Both left in a space of two weeks.
To have a pet is like to have a child who will never grow up rationally but will multiply emotionally. If you are not strong hearted to accept that his life span is very small and no matter how close he is to you, you must let him go, please keep a pet. Please dont keep a pet if you are not ready to accept him as your family member. He will give you joy and he will give you pains too. He would chew into your leather sofa, bite your best friend, shit in your poojs room, and will not cuddle up to you when you really want him to. Count on him to give unconditional love.
Bow, bow,
Achu
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Kerala By Road : K Achuthan
Onam greetings to you and all. I thought I had sent out the greetings yesterday but noticed this morning that the message failed to deliver.
Glad that you appreciate the places I wrote about. There are many others too, as you probably know.
The striking thing about Kerala as you enter it from other states is the stream of school children, all dressed up smartly in colourful uniforms, neat and clean, and very cheerful and chirpy. This is such a stark contrast to what happens on the other side of the border when one would see children loitring listlessly, often grazing cattle. On the not so bright side of Kerala when you travel around, is the sight of "wine shops" and bars that are over flowing with customers from wee hours in the morning. Not so much in the Malabar side but certainly every where else that I have travelled.
Kerala roadsides also have one of the best garbage clearing systems in the country and it is also relatively plastic free. One would see ice-cream vendors along the road side with a cardboard carton placed next to his vehicle where his clients would deposit the litter. All this means so much less of stray dogs. You cannot escape the countless number of billboards colourfully painted with messages most often announcing a range of footware or wares of jwellery shops. Mammotty and Mohanlal would compete even here for eyeball space. This can be an eyesore for an outsider as this would stand between him and Kerala.
I was amazed to observe some road habits of a Malayalee. An ambulance is given way instantly and even a KSRTC bus does it. This is such a contrast to what happens in Bangalore, specially, when an ambulance is just another vehilce trying to push its way. People cross the roads through cleanly marked pedestrian crossways which never happens anywhere outside Kerala. You very rarely see people squatting to ease by the roadside which is very different from the "pee"ple in other parts who use the road sides as loo's. The roadsigns on the highways are very adequate and also written in English. Despite all this, Kerala roads could turn out to be the least motarable ones when its gets shut down by "bandhs" and "hartals" which are announced in a flash and far too often.
There is no better place in India than Kerala for a traveller when it comes to roadside food. Most roadside restaurants serve tasty food in hygenic conditions and at very reasonable rates. They serve boiled warm drinking water. Tipping is not possible as you are required to settle your bill directly at the cash counter where one has direct access to the owner of the place, if you wish to pay a compliment or otherwise. And yet, you could be at the receiving end if you dare to ask for a spoon to eat as that would mean challenging the culture.
Temples, mosques and churches line the roadsides at such regularity that it made one of my friends to make a "north-Indianish" assumption that this is why Kerala was called "God's Own Country". You will find posters of Abdul Madani, now cooling his heels in a jail in Bangalore, proclaiming that "WILL BE BACK ONE DAY, LIKE A STORM". The road side tea stalls still have those characters that you see in Srinivasan's movies, who sit on that bench and read out from a Malayalam newspaper. In Malapuram district, two wheelers have their number plates in green, often numbered also in Arabic. "Saree Sellers", "Disco Step Cutters" would directly call out the boards that crown the shops selling sarees and the one that is a barber's shop.
So much has changed and yet so little has been lost in Kerala. As I stood by the banks of Bharatha puzha that was flowing from bank to bank, on the same spot that my father had stood in early 1940's to cross the river to get to Tirur to take a train to Madras where he did his MA Honours in MCC, I was completely at peace, like others who live in Kerala. Kerala is ahead in many ways without being in the rat race. "Roads speak our culture", said a board. Indeed it does, especially in Kerala. Travel by the roads in Kerala, and you can take in the warmth of your motherland!!
Glad that you appreciate the places I wrote about. There are many others too, as you probably know.
The striking thing about Kerala as you enter it from other states is the stream of school children, all dressed up smartly in colourful uniforms, neat and clean, and very cheerful and chirpy. This is such a stark contrast to what happens on the other side of the border when one would see children loitring listlessly, often grazing cattle. On the not so bright side of Kerala when you travel around, is the sight of "wine shops" and bars that are over flowing with customers from wee hours in the morning. Not so much in the Malabar side but certainly every where else that I have travelled.
Kerala roadsides also have one of the best garbage clearing systems in the country and it is also relatively plastic free. One would see ice-cream vendors along the road side with a cardboard carton placed next to his vehicle where his clients would deposit the litter. All this means so much less of stray dogs. You cannot escape the countless number of billboards colourfully painted with messages most often announcing a range of footware or wares of jwellery shops. Mammotty and Mohanlal would compete even here for eyeball space. This can be an eyesore for an outsider as this would stand between him and Kerala.
I was amazed to observe some road habits of a Malayalee. An ambulance is given way instantly and even a KSRTC bus does it. This is such a contrast to what happens in Bangalore, specially, when an ambulance is just another vehilce trying to push its way. People cross the roads through cleanly marked pedestrian crossways which never happens anywhere outside Kerala. You very rarely see people squatting to ease by the roadside which is very different from the "pee"ple in other parts who use the road sides as loo's. The roadsigns on the highways are very adequate and also written in English. Despite all this, Kerala roads could turn out to be the least motarable ones when its gets shut down by "bandhs" and "hartals" which are announced in a flash and far too often.
There is no better place in India than Kerala for a traveller when it comes to roadside food. Most roadside restaurants serve tasty food in hygenic conditions and at very reasonable rates. They serve boiled warm drinking water. Tipping is not possible as you are required to settle your bill directly at the cash counter where one has direct access to the owner of the place, if you wish to pay a compliment or otherwise. And yet, you could be at the receiving end if you dare to ask for a spoon to eat as that would mean challenging the culture.
Temples, mosques and churches line the roadsides at such regularity that it made one of my friends to make a "north-Indianish" assumption that this is why Kerala was called "God's Own Country". You will find posters of Abdul Madani, now cooling his heels in a jail in Bangalore, proclaiming that "WILL BE BACK ONE DAY, LIKE A STORM". The road side tea stalls still have those characters that you see in Srinivasan's movies, who sit on that bench and read out from a Malayalam newspaper. In Malapuram district, two wheelers have their number plates in green, often numbered also in Arabic. "Saree Sellers", "Disco Step Cutters" would directly call out the boards that crown the shops selling sarees and the one that is a barber's shop.
So much has changed and yet so little has been lost in Kerala. As I stood by the banks of Bharatha puzha that was flowing from bank to bank, on the same spot that my father had stood in early 1940's to cross the river to get to Tirur to take a train to Madras where he did his MA Honours in MCC, I was completely at peace, like others who live in Kerala. Kerala is ahead in many ways without being in the rat race. "Roads speak our culture", said a board. Indeed it does, especially in Kerala. Travel by the roads in Kerala, and you can take in the warmth of your motherland!!
Masinagudi Adventures : K Achuthan
If you have not been to Mavanalla/Bokapuram near Masinagudi, I suggest you try this place once. As you drive from Gundalpet to Gudalur, after Bandipur and as you reach Thepakadu, there is a narrow bridge on the left that takes you to the elephant country called Bokapuram. On the foothills of Nilgiris (Ooty is 13 kms away if you are ready to take the 36 hair-pin bend Kalhatti road), this place is my favourite mainly because of wildlife sightings.
Cottage 6 at Casa Deep Woods is a place that I have always preferred. This is the one on the fringes of the forest and many a times we have been stranded in it, sorrounded by elephants. We have sighted a sloth bear there and have heard a tiger roar twice from approximately 200 meters away. On one ocassion, we were asked to vacate the room in a hurry at about 8 pm as there was a rouge elephant roaming around in that area. The fellow had killed 2 french tourists about 2 months ago.
I have two friends who live there. Dev Reddy owns Casa Deep Woods and he and his wife Nagina lives in a bunglow next to Casa Deep Wood. Last time when we had a drink with them, Nagina showed us the spot from where her pet dog was lifted away from the compound by a leopard. The other one is Mark who lives all alone deep inside. He once talked of an elephant that had got inside his kitchen "lifting the roof" in search of jackfruit that was kept in the fridge. He could not get out for a long time and gave Mark some very tense time. Read chetalwalk written by his father Dravidar to know more about the place.
We were there in March this year and Dev showed us a newspaper cutting stating that the forest department has declared the whole place as an elephant corridor and the court had ruled that all the resorts must close down. Dev confirmed some time back that their appeal was turned down and Bokapuram will soon stop to be a a tourist destination. We are going there this month for what we think would be our last visit to beautiful Bokapuram.
Kenneth Anderson is a Scottish gentleman who has written few books about his experiences shooting down man-eater tigers in the nilgiri biosphere. In one May when we went to pick up Shruti who was then studying in Ooty, we decided to trail a route that he had written about. With help from Dev who kindly arranged for a forest department guide and jeep, we drove deep inside. There was a certain temple that Anderson had written about and we could locate it. It is abandoned and in ruins but all that was written was there to see. Considering that the book was written in mid forties, things had not changed much. We came across some tribals, the kurumbas, who are traditional honey collectors. That by itself is a story.
Most of my outings have been inspired by wildlife and Neena and Shruti have come to accept that if they need to see me in my elements, they need to be ready for the wilderness. It has not been always fun and thrill....... we have had some very anxious moments too.
Try Masinagudi once. Even a day trip is sure to give you some thrill.
Cottage 6 at Casa Deep Woods is a place that I have always preferred. This is the one on the fringes of the forest and many a times we have been stranded in it, sorrounded by elephants. We have sighted a sloth bear there and have heard a tiger roar twice from approximately 200 meters away. On one ocassion, we were asked to vacate the room in a hurry at about 8 pm as there was a rouge elephant roaming around in that area. The fellow had killed 2 french tourists about 2 months ago.
I have two friends who live there. Dev Reddy owns Casa Deep Woods and he and his wife Nagina lives in a bunglow next to Casa Deep Wood. Last time when we had a drink with them, Nagina showed us the spot from where her pet dog was lifted away from the compound by a leopard. The other one is Mark who lives all alone deep inside. He once talked of an elephant that had got inside his kitchen "lifting the roof" in search of jackfruit that was kept in the fridge. He could not get out for a long time and gave Mark some very tense time. Read chetalwalk written by his father Dravidar to know more about the place.
We were there in March this year and Dev showed us a newspaper cutting stating that the forest department has declared the whole place as an elephant corridor and the court had ruled that all the resorts must close down. Dev confirmed some time back that their appeal was turned down and Bokapuram will soon stop to be a a tourist destination. We are going there this month for what we think would be our last visit to beautiful Bokapuram.
Kenneth Anderson is a Scottish gentleman who has written few books about his experiences shooting down man-eater tigers in the nilgiri biosphere. In one May when we went to pick up Shruti who was then studying in Ooty, we decided to trail a route that he had written about. With help from Dev who kindly arranged for a forest department guide and jeep, we drove deep inside. There was a certain temple that Anderson had written about and we could locate it. It is abandoned and in ruins but all that was written was there to see. Considering that the book was written in mid forties, things had not changed much. We came across some tribals, the kurumbas, who are traditional honey collectors. That by itself is a story.
Most of my outings have been inspired by wildlife and Neena and Shruti have come to accept that if they need to see me in my elements, they need to be ready for the wilderness. It has not been always fun and thrill....... we have had some very anxious moments too.
Try Masinagudi once. Even a day trip is sure to give you some thrill.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Guruvayoor-Bangalore : K Achuthan
I had a trip of my life. Left Guruvayoor at 6 am, Ponnani-Kuttipuram-Valancherry-Peruthanmlla-Nelambur-Gudallur-Gundalprt-Mysore-Bangalore.
To start with, it was a drive along the coast of Arabian sea. A twist at Thavannur and it took us to the ghats of the Malabar. A little drive away and we were into the plantation area. Madhu, by the way, the best ever breakfast break that we have had was at Angadipuram. They served a vada with dosha.
The road was broken, understandably because of rains. We couldnt have asked for a better mosaic of Kerala. Coast, hills, forest, etc. To say that it was one of our best ever drives would be an understatement. Kerala is truely Gods Own Country.
Between Gudallur and Gundelpet was just forest and we were stopped by elephants..
It is great to drive along such routes if you have a partner who can encourage you to go into the unknown. Neena was just that. . We broke journey at Windflower at Mysore and if you are looking for some good Indian-continental dishes, this is the place. We stayed overnight at his place and took a drive into the Mysore city and Neena could not resist buying a Mysore silk saree.
Altogether a a lovely outing and I recommend you all to drive this way. I know that Madhu does it every now and then I am I jelous of him.
To start with, it was a drive along the coast of Arabian sea. A twist at Thavannur and it took us to the ghats of the Malabar. A little drive away and we were into the plantation area. Madhu, by the way, the best ever breakfast break that we have had was at Angadipuram. They served a vada with dosha.
The road was broken, understandably because of rains. We couldnt have asked for a better mosaic of Kerala. Coast, hills, forest, etc. To say that it was one of our best ever drives would be an understatement. Kerala is truely Gods Own Country.
Between Gudallur and Gundelpet was just forest and we were stopped by elephants..
It is great to drive along such routes if you have a partner who can encourage you to go into the unknown. Neena was just that. . We broke journey at Windflower at Mysore and if you are looking for some good Indian-continental dishes, this is the place. We stayed overnight at his place and took a drive into the Mysore city and Neena could not resist buying a Mysore silk saree.
Altogether a a lovely outing and I recommend you all to drive this way. I know that Madhu does it every now and then I am I jelous of him.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
NR Narayanamurthy (NRN- A Tribute : K Achuthan
To those of us who have interfaced actively with the corporate world, we know what Murty has done. Infosys is only but one organisation that he built. He influenced many to build companies modeled after Infosys. I am a great fan of this person.
I have met Narayan Murty only once. He came up to shake hands with me. This was in the Sankar's Book Stall in the old Bangalore airport and I was browsing through a copy of the recently launched book, "Giving" written by Bill Clinton. Murty shook hands with me to congratulate me for buying the book, which I had not bought but did after that handshake. I had the presence of mind to have him autograph my copy.
" Four friends from Mysore shared everything in life, including their ambitions and so when one was left behind on Platform No 2 in the Mysore Railway Station, waving to the others who were leaving for Chennai to join IIT, he had a steely determination. The frail boy went on to employ many IIT'ians. His father could not afford to send him to IIT. He is your Narayan Murty", wrote Sudha Murty after her husband in her beautifully written book, "Wise and Otherwise".
NRN Murty retires today. Apart from the book autographed by him, I have another valuable treassure. It is a photo of NRN bending down to touch the feet of Kalam. When I feel down, I look up at this picture.
Dear NRN Murty, if I had the platform to invite your attention, I would have made this message flowery. Since I dont and yet have a captive audience to myself, I say in simple words that you have inspired me.
I have met Narayan Murty only once. He came up to shake hands with me. This was in the Sankar's Book Stall in the old Bangalore airport and I was browsing through a copy of the recently launched book, "Giving" written by Bill Clinton. Murty shook hands with me to congratulate me for buying the book, which I had not bought but did after that handshake. I had the presence of mind to have him autograph my copy.
" Four friends from Mysore shared everything in life, including their ambitions and so when one was left behind on Platform No 2 in the Mysore Railway Station, waving to the others who were leaving for Chennai to join IIT, he had a steely determination. The frail boy went on to employ many IIT'ians. His father could not afford to send him to IIT. He is your Narayan Murty", wrote Sudha Murty after her husband in her beautifully written book, "Wise and Otherwise".
NRN Murty retires today. Apart from the book autographed by him, I have another valuable treassure. It is a photo of NRN bending down to touch the feet of Kalam. When I feel down, I look up at this picture.
Dear NRN Murty, if I had the platform to invite your attention, I would have made this message flowery. Since I dont and yet have a captive audience to myself, I say in simple words that you have inspired me.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Tribute to Teachers : An Address by Madhav Das at the School Reunion
Welcome, fellow alumni. By sheer love for the school and the wonderful years that we had here, we've turned back the calendar to the seventies, eighties and nineties. And sixties for a very few..
This morning, I have been chewing on every bit of event and milestone of those years. But, gradually, a trickle of memories became a river, immersing me in a flood of recollections --all pleasant. Time has mercifully erased any unpleasant ones.
Mata Pita Guru Deivam is an old saying which means Mother, Father and Teachers are equal to God. While parents gave life to our body , teachers gave life to our soul. For us on the benches, the teachers, were all intelligent. All beautiful. All heroes. All wonderful.
The year, 1974, was a great deal more than just our finishing year ― the year we went our separate ways and began our lives as young adults. Today, we’re all together again to remember those wonderful times we spent at KVK ― when we were together almost every day ― studied together ― went through play and pastime together ― when we formed many of the values we now hold dear, and many of the most intimate, precious and lasting friendships of our lives. We love this school ― and the teachers that the school and students have been privileged to benefit from….. believe many of you are here today because you share these feelings.
All in all, those were great days to grow up. We had no internet, neither did we have Wikipedia. Either the books had it, or the teachers. As we learnt and our knowledge grew, so did our bonds with teachers. We were not confined to books alone but free to play, and frolic, and engage with each other.
So we grew up- the teachers imbibed in us the purpose of achieving. We were anxious to learn and to read though, actually, some of us never appreciated "Far From the Madding Crowd". We knew the algebraic equations, the mysteries of heat and light, Shakespeare's comedies and tragedies and Kabir’s Dohas. For all the questions on why we were learning all of this when it did not make much sense then, it is life’s challenges and demands ,later, which placed our school learning and experiences in perspective. We thank you, teachers, for persisting with us.
Think of the teachers we had in those days! They taught us to be and think as winners. Vijayalakshmi Teacher told us about The Wealth of Nations, she would have been a sure winner in these days of economic uncertainty. Mohandas Master knew that we could only find our station in life if we could learn to speak and write correct and understandable English. Krishnamoorthy Sir opened our eyes to the colorful and reaction-filled world of chemicals, Soudamini Miss laid the foundations for our love for the flora and fauna. Each of them, Vasudevan Master in Sanskrit, Satyanarayana Sir in Maths and Padmanabhan Sir in History threw open the big wide world in their own remarkable way. And Sugathan Sir kept the whole high school playing and running, and seeing that we were amongst the best in the state and in the Sangathan.. We respected and somewhat feared our teachers but over-all knew them as friends.
And as I say this, I know each of you are reliving your great experiences with your respective teachers. God bless them all.
Think of the things we learned in everyday life: how to work for the things we needed and wanted, how to help each other when the going was tough, where to look for information, how to plan for the future, how to stand on our own two feet when we were put on the spot.
Think of the confidence we had in each other. The students were the brightest. The sports teams were always the winners. The athletes were the fastest. The studious toppers were the most accomplished. We had pride in the school- easily the best school in Calicut then.
We have never been short in good teachers and perseverant students. We have been sustained by purpose, by pride, by success of the alumni, and by academic and sporting excellence amongst peer schools. Even after so many years, we still look at this as our own.
For some of us, this is our first trip back to school. For many batches, there has been resounding set of networks that have been built on Facebook and the like. Good luck to all of them in this remarkable journey of reconnecting and reliving those memorable years at school.
Read Out A Poem by Kevin William Huff
Teachers
Paint their minds
and guide their thoughts
Share their achievements
and advise their faults
Inspire a Love
of knowledge and truth
As you light the path
Which leads our youth
For our future brightens
with each lesson you teach
Each smile you lengthen
Each goal you help reach
For the dawn of each poet
each philosopher and king
Begins with a Teacher
And the wisdom they bring
This morning, I have been chewing on every bit of event and milestone of those years. But, gradually, a trickle of memories became a river, immersing me in a flood of recollections --all pleasant. Time has mercifully erased any unpleasant ones.
Mata Pita Guru Deivam is an old saying which means Mother, Father and Teachers are equal to God. While parents gave life to our body , teachers gave life to our soul. For us on the benches, the teachers, were all intelligent. All beautiful. All heroes. All wonderful.
The year, 1974, was a great deal more than just our finishing year ― the year we went our separate ways and began our lives as young adults. Today, we’re all together again to remember those wonderful times we spent at KVK ― when we were together almost every day ― studied together ― went through play and pastime together ― when we formed many of the values we now hold dear, and many of the most intimate, precious and lasting friendships of our lives. We love this school ― and the teachers that the school and students have been privileged to benefit from….. believe many of you are here today because you share these feelings.
All in all, those were great days to grow up. We had no internet, neither did we have Wikipedia. Either the books had it, or the teachers. As we learnt and our knowledge grew, so did our bonds with teachers. We were not confined to books alone but free to play, and frolic, and engage with each other.
So we grew up- the teachers imbibed in us the purpose of achieving. We were anxious to learn and to read though, actually, some of us never appreciated "Far From the Madding Crowd". We knew the algebraic equations, the mysteries of heat and light, Shakespeare's comedies and tragedies and Kabir’s Dohas. For all the questions on why we were learning all of this when it did not make much sense then, it is life’s challenges and demands ,later, which placed our school learning and experiences in perspective. We thank you, teachers, for persisting with us.
Think of the teachers we had in those days! They taught us to be and think as winners. Vijayalakshmi Teacher told us about The Wealth of Nations, she would have been a sure winner in these days of economic uncertainty. Mohandas Master knew that we could only find our station in life if we could learn to speak and write correct and understandable English. Krishnamoorthy Sir opened our eyes to the colorful and reaction-filled world of chemicals, Soudamini Miss laid the foundations for our love for the flora and fauna. Each of them, Vasudevan Master in Sanskrit, Satyanarayana Sir in Maths and Padmanabhan Sir in History threw open the big wide world in their own remarkable way. And Sugathan Sir kept the whole high school playing and running, and seeing that we were amongst the best in the state and in the Sangathan.. We respected and somewhat feared our teachers but over-all knew them as friends.
And as I say this, I know each of you are reliving your great experiences with your respective teachers. God bless them all.
Think of the things we learned in everyday life: how to work for the things we needed and wanted, how to help each other when the going was tough, where to look for information, how to plan for the future, how to stand on our own two feet when we were put on the spot.
Think of the confidence we had in each other. The students were the brightest. The sports teams were always the winners. The athletes were the fastest. The studious toppers were the most accomplished. We had pride in the school- easily the best school in Calicut then.
We have never been short in good teachers and perseverant students. We have been sustained by purpose, by pride, by success of the alumni, and by academic and sporting excellence amongst peer schools. Even after so many years, we still look at this as our own.
For some of us, this is our first trip back to school. For many batches, there has been resounding set of networks that have been built on Facebook and the like. Good luck to all of them in this remarkable journey of reconnecting and reliving those memorable years at school.
Read Out A Poem by Kevin William Huff
Teachers
Paint their minds
and guide their thoughts
Share their achievements
and advise their faults
Inspire a Love
of knowledge and truth
As you light the path
Which leads our youth
For our future brightens
with each lesson you teach
Each smile you lengthen
Each goal you help reach
For the dawn of each poet
each philosopher and king
Begins with a Teacher
And the wisdom they bring
Monday, August 15, 2011
KVK Reunion : 14 Aug 2011- A Report
I have rarely attended a function conducted so flawlessly- the exec committee of KVK Alumni indeed pulled it off and had over a 500 ex students rocking all day. remember our batch had Gladys (mainly), Aumray and Madhav Das (partly) contributing in some ways.
Our batch may have been one of the best represented- KC Narendran, myself, Aumray, Vidya, Ullas, N Pradeep, Rajshekar, Vidyanand, Raghunandanan, Dr Nandakumar, Akhila, Gladys, and you could add others who were ex-batch- Ratnapal, Nandakumar Kidav
The event began with an assembly led by ex school captain Shaji Thomas. The batches lined up in the quadrangle. Prayers were followed by the News of the Day- thankfully, they did not inspect our uniforms......while the most batches went around the campus soaking in the atmosphere and classrooms, for us in the 1974 (and some other seniors) batch, it did not help- the school building with which we associated our memories was not this present one. The one on Panchama School Road was infinelly more attractive. I was telling Vidya how sports would have been more glorious if only we had access to playfields as the school has today.
We broke off for lunch- (Nandakumar(Dr), Nandan (formerly of our batch), Aum, Vidya etc squeezed in a visit to the bar at Maharani- tipple or two......
We got together again at 3.30 PM in Calicut Towers. Old teachers were there- from pur time, Charles sir, Vijayalakshmi teacher and Sivasankaran sir. Others were invited but could not attend due to ill health or domestic commitments. A series of items followed (speeches by Shaji and Gladys included)- I gave the Toast and Tribute to Teachers. Charles sir responded on behalf of teachers. Some other items included a Quiz (Ullas, Vidya and myself won a few Five Stars.........) and you will be glad to know one question related to our batch- who was the fastest boy in Kerala from KVK in the seventies?
Dinner then followed- I pulled out since I had to leave. I am sure Aum and others attended.
Please see attached photo of the assembly session in Mathrubhumi. Notice Ajit, Nandan Kidav, Gladys, Akhila, Ullas Verghese, AK Pradeep (1975), Ratnapal, myself,Aumray, Vidyanand, Rajshekar...others not visible.
We remembered each of you who did not attend- let us try and make it in 2014-15 when there is going to be a mega event for the Golden Jubilee Year.
There is a project for conversion of the existing Yoga Hall to a Seminar Hall- the school requested for help from the Alumni- the budget is Rs 8.25 lakhs- a lot of people contributed at the reunion (1979, as a batch, committed a sum of Rs 1 Lakh). Need your views on mobilizing for this good cause...
For details go to Facebook Kendriya Vidyalaya Kozhikode, which has a ton of photos................
Our batch may have been one of the best represented- KC Narendran, myself, Aumray, Vidya, Ullas, N Pradeep, Rajshekar, Vidyanand, Raghunandanan, Dr Nandakumar, Akhila, Gladys, and you could add others who were ex-batch- Ratnapal, Nandakumar Kidav
The event began with an assembly led by ex school captain Shaji Thomas. The batches lined up in the quadrangle. Prayers were followed by the News of the Day- thankfully, they did not inspect our uniforms......while the most batches went around the campus soaking in the atmosphere and classrooms, for us in the 1974 (and some other seniors) batch, it did not help- the school building with which we associated our memories was not this present one. The one on Panchama School Road was infinelly more attractive. I was telling Vidya how sports would have been more glorious if only we had access to playfields as the school has today.
We broke off for lunch- (Nandakumar(Dr), Nandan (formerly of our batch), Aum, Vidya etc squeezed in a visit to the bar at Maharani- tipple or two......
We got together again at 3.30 PM in Calicut Towers. Old teachers were there- from pur time, Charles sir, Vijayalakshmi teacher and Sivasankaran sir. Others were invited but could not attend due to ill health or domestic commitments. A series of items followed (speeches by Shaji and Gladys included)- I gave the Toast and Tribute to Teachers. Charles sir responded on behalf of teachers. Some other items included a Quiz (Ullas, Vidya and myself won a few Five Stars.........) and you will be glad to know one question related to our batch- who was the fastest boy in Kerala from KVK in the seventies?
Dinner then followed- I pulled out since I had to leave. I am sure Aum and others attended.
Please see attached photo of the assembly session in Mathrubhumi. Notice Ajit, Nandan Kidav, Gladys, Akhila, Ullas Verghese, AK Pradeep (1975), Ratnapal, myself,Aumray, Vidyanand, Rajshekar...others not visible.
We remembered each of you who did not attend- let us try and make it in 2014-15 when there is going to be a mega event for the Golden Jubilee Year.
There is a project for conversion of the existing Yoga Hall to a Seminar Hall- the school requested for help from the Alumni- the budget is Rs 8.25 lakhs- a lot of people contributed at the reunion (1979, as a batch, committed a sum of Rs 1 Lakh). Need your views on mobilizing for this good cause...
For details go to Facebook Kendriya Vidyalaya Kozhikode, which has a ton of photos................
Monday, June 27, 2011
Queen's Award for Voluntary Service to Jyoti Nayar
Hi everyone,
I have been a doing some work with a charity The Redbridge Education and Social Welfare Support Group (Awaaz Group) for a number of years.This year the group won The Queen's Award for Voluntary Service.
http://www.royal.gov.uk/MonarchUK/Prizesandawards/QueensAwardforVoluntaryService.aspx
So this Wednesday, 29th June I have been invited to attend a Royal Garden Party at Buckingham Palace on 2011. Got my hat and dress!!
I have been a doing some work with a charity The Redbridge Education and Social Welfare Support Group (Awaaz Group) for a number of years.This year the group won The Queen's Award for Voluntary Service.
http://www.royal.gov.uk/MonarchUK/Prizesandawards/QueensAwardforVoluntaryService.aspx
So this Wednesday, 29th June I have been invited to attend a Royal Garden Party at Buckingham Palace on 2011. Got my hat and dress!!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Travels Through Europe- A Historical View :Madhav Das
Dear friends,
I have been here for a couple of days , on this annual vacation, taking in the sights and sounds of this city of London. The last time I was here in 1998, I did what a tourist would- absorbing the many attractions of this city, mostly fun and frolic and less of history.
This time it is different- I deliberately took time for a detailed look at the many statues and monuments commemorating the exploits and victories of its soldiers, sailors and airmen. This has been a very touching and moving experience- more so, when at every turn, I looked back to figure out what we have done for remembering the war dead in India.
There is so much visible gratitude that this city has placed on its roads and sidewalks- the victories in the Arakans , Kohima and Imphal, Fd Marshal Slim's exploits- the El Alamein battles; the grim figure of Monty (his risk management was legendary- Operation Lightfoot, a superiority ratio of 1:5; there are wonderful notes on each of these battle victories at these monuments. Then there is this monument for the RAF- Never in the history of conflict was so much owed by so many to so few, as Churchill said- I started counting the names of F/Os and P/Os, the young pilots who went down in the Battle of Britain 1940 and later- there were at least 300 of them, couldn't count more. Interestingly, there is a tombstone to the Unknown Warrior in the Westminister Abbey too. I also liked the idea of old Regiments maintaining their museums in cities and towns. More on this later..........I hope to look for similar monuments in the other cities of Europe too , sometime.
Back home, the veterans have won an interim victory (remember a mail of last fortnight where there was a mention of the Governor of Karnataka initiating a class PIL to see that the War Memorial did not come up in Bangalore)- thankfully, the High Court just turned it down few days ago with the remarks that a National War Memorial was a laudable initiative, since it would instill patriotism in the hearts of the country’s citizens. Hope the National War Memorial in Delhi also happens- that is a bigger and bloodier issue, in any case.
Dear friends,
Past 48 hours have been great. A day spent around the Flanders and North of Paris- scene of battles both in the Great War (WW I) and the Second WW- trench warfare in the first and attrition warfare in the second (remember the last rounds where both boxers were almost out). A lot of memorials there. Mostly well laid out cemetries except one- Canadian Memorial, they have left the battlefield untouched, no individual tombstones, just one large forest populated by elms, all trees brought in from Canada- the PM visits every year.
An ironic monument can't be missed- a stone which says "A War to End All Wars", laid post WWI...........years later the same stone with bullet marks on its reverse!! Same place, similar circumstances.
An interesting trivia piece- we have had the word “escarpment” in our Glossary of Military Terms. The word originated from the village by the name of Escarp, which was a ridge defended in vain by the French Army in the Flanders region, short of Loos. The concept of the moving Artillery barrage also originated here.
Could not visit Dunkirk- did see the castle on the Dover cliffs, the RAF comd HQ during the Battle of Britain.
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Back here in Paris, Napoleon is still a national figure- opinions divided, many call him the greatest Frenchman of all time, there are others who say he heaped miseries due to wars he began, the worst being his failed Russian invasion. Napoleon II was a far popular king. Paintings in the Louvre devote many pieces to his reign and the battles. There is an interesting one where he is coronating himself (normally done by the Pope)--------arrogant that he was, the Pope is present but looks on uninterestedly.
Back to the subject- the symbols of military campaigns in the country side- chateaus of France were originally the seats of local power- each chateau has some semblance of a fortress, and housed a representative of the powerful troika- it was said that the entire Europe at one time was controlled by a few families. Each chateau had a moat and a coat of arms. There were also local armies, fed and armed by the nobles. All paid taxes to Rome.
After the Russo-Austrian conquests of the nineteenth century, generals realized that France lay vulnerable due to its geography. They then set about building the Maginot Line, a DCB kind of defensive system- this is South West of France and I passed one of the ramparts of the Line yesterday afternoon at a place called Belfort. . This Line little served the purpose, the Germans later bypassed the Line and attacked France from the North, doing a maneuver through the Netherlands. So much for defensive lines. Years later, a similar line called the Siegfried Line (towards the Rhine plains) was also built- military memory is short!! And in the counter-offensive of the early 1940s, what Gen Patton said is worth the quote “I will go through Siegfried Line like shit through goose”!,
Lunch was at Besancon , clock making town- when the Inquisition stated in Europe, the Moors (Moslems ) in Spain had to make a hasty retreat; a lot of tradesmen and metal workers were Arabs who then feld to Switzerland, even then a state with moderate ideologies- these tradesmen who were good at fine metal work and filigree work began servicing the clock industry here.
Late in the evening yesterday, we entered Switzerland- traditionally never a nation state but a loose federation of counties. all of you would have heard of William Tell’s story , in which the father shoots an arrow at an apple placed on his son’s head. This was in Basel. Passed by Basel , on the river Rhine, from which name comes the many Basel Mission schools in India set up by German missionaries two hundred years ago. By the way, four languages are spoken here including German, French and Italian. One aspect , however, stands out- for years, Swiss Guards provided protection to the royal families, until the massacre of the eighteenth century in Paris. Louis XVI’s reign was in turmoil, populace was deeply dissatisfied and one morning when he went for the Church service in Notre Dame, word spread that he had fled Paris………..mobs collected at the Palace and lynched 1000 Swiss Guards. The King escaped for the moment, but later, he and his wife Marie Antoinette were rounded up and beheaded. The commander fo the Guards at that time was on his vacation in Luzern in Switzerland – yesterday, I visited the monument built for the fallen Guards here- a Lion (deeply wounded countenance well sculpted) face cut in the rock, with tribute to the soldiers. This led to the end of the Guards system with one exception- the Pope still has Swiss Guards…………
Military service is mandatory- every house has arms – mountain passes are guarded (the only outlets for this mountain locked country, 80% of terrain is mountainous) and the mobilization time is 3 hours. There is a military airfield in Luzern, blast pens and all- any of you heard of the Pilatus aircraft?
More in the next dispatch.
Regards
KPM
European history goes back to 2760 years- In 2 BC, Romans began moving East and West, and set up their capital in Constantinople- a city which held the awe of many an Emperor from times immemorial.
To understand the position and standing of the soldier in European society, it is necessary to look at the history of Europe from the perspective of power brokering and conflict. In the early millennium, the Roman empire (not the Rome state, notice the difference) was the core of civilization (meaning the system of living in the “cities”)- they expanded rapidly to reach and cover most of the continent. There was always the threat of invasions by the tribes (Huns, Vikings, Magyars, Lombardis, Gauls etc) which held sway for brief periods-yet they could not have one single centrally controlled governance structure- necessarily they had to leave their nobles to take care of outpost kingdoms- feudal structures essentially….you see, the Hapsburg family from Austria cleverly laid the seeds of monarchy in Europe at this point by exploiting and maneuvering the social structure of nobility. This family married their sons and daughters , successively, to the noble families in most parts of Europe till , at one time, and later, every ruling family owed their origins to the Austrian roots. By the Dark Ages, it became clear that you had to have the Church to patronize the state since it had a hold over the population. Thus began the tight coupling between the state and the church. States , of course, needed powerful and trained armies to expand their influence. Over time, it became clear that the troika of church, state, and military were equal stakeholders in retention of power. All of the three arms began having political stakes, and it became obvious that, for ruling families, it was important to have its control over all the three wings. This led to ruling families and nobles’ families having the first born to be the king, the second to be the priest and the third to be the soldier.
This was also the time when Europe started looking outwards for getting its requirements of spices and salt (to preserve food and meat) and other rare items. The same ruling families sponsored ships to sail to the Americas and the East; they were not really begun for maritime reasons but for expansion of their trading writ. Columbus and Vasco Da Gama (and Vespucci), all were leaders of such causes with patrons from the ruling classes.
Just to get the sequence right, we had the Roman era, then the Dark Ages, Crusades (to free the Holy Land)………..remember the Moors were driven out of Spain in middle fifteenth century, then we had the Renaissance, the Reformation, Enlightened Despotism and the Revolutions (French, American….). In fact, if the Moslems were not beaten, Europe would have been Islamic.
Around the period of middle ages, the merchant class came into its own- all the expeditions (Marco Polo and later the sea farers) brought back riches- trade became a lucrative profession and the troika of the king-priest-soldier got drawn into its gains. The Merchant of Venice gives you a good idea of the societal relationships at that time. Florence, Venice, Naples and Rome were centres of trade- banks were set up and loans were advanced to sea faring expeditions. I understand (the local history buzz) that the Church got entangled in affairs of money- at one time, brothels, bordellos and money laundering had active participants from the priestly class.
In earlier centuries, great diseases and plagues hit the rural areas in Europe. Entire cities got wiped out –large scale migration into cities again started and as an insurance for family continuity, one son in every family was sent to the Army.
More in the next dispatch…………..
Regards
KPM
Dear Friends,
From the town of Luzern, which has that military airfield set in the grassy plains I spoke about in the last despatch, we took the road cutting through the Alps into Northern Italy. The 13% of Italian speaking Swiss populace lives in this stretch which has tunnels all along the way (some places look similar to the Khandala section on the Pune-Mumbai expressway), the longest being 17 km long- the longest in Europe. Vicenza is a major US military base on the road to Milano from Switzerland. The biggest operation supported out of this base was the Iraq War of 1991. The entire area looks like a fortress.
Northern Italy is more enterprising and industrious- people have a higher standard of living as compared to the central and southern regions. The cultural sensibilities are, however, heightened across the boot-shaped country. Italy was never a single country until unified in middle 1800s. The twenty three states were as different as chalk and cheese in many ways. In fact, even during the Roman empire, they were never integrated. When the unification was consummated through a referendum in 1860, the king ordered a bronze monument be made in each town- on the monument you have the tally of votes “For” and “Against”-The one I saw in Venice had a ludicrous ratio- 168759 For versus 78 Against (or something like that)- certainly suspect and rigged- Venice till recently had a segment of population wanting a separate homeland for the Northerners. Few years ago, an APC with soldiers landed in front of the Mayors office and laid siege (all this is local folklore……..). Languages have different dialects across many provinces. Family ties and clan ties are very important. The attitude towards law is a little flexible to say the least- queues are not necessarily maintained, ashtrays can be found in no-smoking zones, and connections help in working around bottlenecks. There is a thriving black economy here. Silvio Berlusconi, the present PM, would have been in jail for fraud on multiple counts had it not been for his position. People owe their primary allegiances to the family, clan, and village/town/province in that order.
Consisting of 117 islands and first inhabited by fishermen alone, Venice was controlled by the Veneta tribe- there were others like the Lombardi too. Salt and cinnamon were the other trade items and by the 11th century Venice monopolized trade in the area and the Mediterranean. Salt-making , incidentally, was an art brought back by sailors who returned from Alexandria in Egypt. Marco Polo was a son of this region (and the airport here is named after him). Antonio Vivaldi, the famous composer, was also a son of this town. So also Christian Doppler (of the Doppler Effect fame in Physics). No automobiles move in Venice- you find every conceivable activity being done on boats, cranes, cement movers, ambulances, police patrols, fire department equipment, etc. Sisteri six of them.
There are no street names here- houses are connected by canals in an intricate web and finally connect to the Grand Canal. I found the navigation challenging- you had to go to St Marks Square each time you wanted to make a start- almost like the Reset button!! By the way, the patron saint here is St Mark and the emblem is a winged lion. There is also a set of two adjacent buildings – the ancient magistrate’s chambers and the prison; prisoners were awarded either death by beheading or life and the bridge connecting the two buildings is called the Bridge of Sighs, for obvious reasons. There is only one prisoner who escaped, that was Casanova (he is reputed to have bedded 6000 women in a short period of time).
The power troika of the king-soldier-priest is best seen in the history here. There were many monastic orders here- the first major action to break this stranglehold of the church was by Napoleon III (I am not sure) in 1797, when he closed down many of the 300 churches there. In 1914 when the Austrians came into Venice they restored many of the churches but a larger majority remained as govt offices and commercial establishments.
Venice had mandatory military service- which eventually got diluted to 2 years in the Ambulance Corps or with the Disabled Veterans Organization. There is a 300 year old Military School on the Grand Canal.
At the Battle of Locanto, the Admiral of the fleet got saved due to the cross on the mast which took the hit and bent to one side. This can be seen at the monastery short of Bologna on the road from Venice to Florence. Every year there is a festival attended by the faithful and many veterans as a token of gratitude to the patron-saint.
Another word in our military Glossary is “Arsenal”- this word came from the name of an island in Venice called Arsenali, where naval ships were built. Ship building was a major activity here and Venice had the reputation of quick delivery- for small ships, keel laid in the morning and delivery next day. Major navies of the region contracted ship making to Venice. By the thirteenth century, some of the richest traders and businessmen were located here. They also began the system of quarantine for ships coming in from the far West and East (40 days of isolation, and hence the word derived from “quanta”)
On a final note, as I get into the town of Florence tonight, this is a fashion conscious nation- the police and military have their uniforms designed by marquee designers of Milan.
Till the next dispatch, bye.
I have been here for a couple of days , on this annual vacation, taking in the sights and sounds of this city of London. The last time I was here in 1998, I did what a tourist would- absorbing the many attractions of this city, mostly fun and frolic and less of history.
This time it is different- I deliberately took time for a detailed look at the many statues and monuments commemorating the exploits and victories of its soldiers, sailors and airmen. This has been a very touching and moving experience- more so, when at every turn, I looked back to figure out what we have done for remembering the war dead in India.
There is so much visible gratitude that this city has placed on its roads and sidewalks- the victories in the Arakans , Kohima and Imphal, Fd Marshal Slim's exploits- the El Alamein battles; the grim figure of Monty (his risk management was legendary- Operation Lightfoot, a superiority ratio of 1:5; there are wonderful notes on each of these battle victories at these monuments. Then there is this monument for the RAF- Never in the history of conflict was so much owed by so many to so few, as Churchill said- I started counting the names of F/Os and P/Os, the young pilots who went down in the Battle of Britain 1940 and later- there were at least 300 of them, couldn't count more. Interestingly, there is a tombstone to the Unknown Warrior in the Westminister Abbey too. I also liked the idea of old Regiments maintaining their museums in cities and towns. More on this later..........I hope to look for similar monuments in the other cities of Europe too , sometime.
Back home, the veterans have won an interim victory (remember a mail of last fortnight where there was a mention of the Governor of Karnataka initiating a class PIL to see that the War Memorial did not come up in Bangalore)- thankfully, the High Court just turned it down few days ago with the remarks that a National War Memorial was a laudable initiative, since it would instill patriotism in the hearts of the country’s citizens. Hope the National War Memorial in Delhi also happens- that is a bigger and bloodier issue, in any case.
Dear friends,
Past 48 hours have been great. A day spent around the Flanders and North of Paris- scene of battles both in the Great War (WW I) and the Second WW- trench warfare in the first and attrition warfare in the second (remember the last rounds where both boxers were almost out). A lot of memorials there. Mostly well laid out cemetries except one- Canadian Memorial, they have left the battlefield untouched, no individual tombstones, just one large forest populated by elms, all trees brought in from Canada- the PM visits every year.
An ironic monument can't be missed- a stone which says "A War to End All Wars", laid post WWI...........years later the same stone with bullet marks on its reverse!! Same place, similar circumstances.
An interesting trivia piece- we have had the word “escarpment” in our Glossary of Military Terms. The word originated from the village by the name of Escarp, which was a ridge defended in vain by the French Army in the Flanders region, short of Loos. The concept of the moving Artillery barrage also originated here.
Could not visit Dunkirk- did see the castle on the Dover cliffs, the RAF comd HQ during the Battle of Britain.
___________________________________________________________________________________
Back here in Paris, Napoleon is still a national figure- opinions divided, many call him the greatest Frenchman of all time, there are others who say he heaped miseries due to wars he began, the worst being his failed Russian invasion. Napoleon II was a far popular king. Paintings in the Louvre devote many pieces to his reign and the battles. There is an interesting one where he is coronating himself (normally done by the Pope)--------arrogant that he was, the Pope is present but looks on uninterestedly.
Back to the subject- the symbols of military campaigns in the country side- chateaus of France were originally the seats of local power- each chateau has some semblance of a fortress, and housed a representative of the powerful troika- it was said that the entire Europe at one time was controlled by a few families. Each chateau had a moat and a coat of arms. There were also local armies, fed and armed by the nobles. All paid taxes to Rome.
After the Russo-Austrian conquests of the nineteenth century, generals realized that France lay vulnerable due to its geography. They then set about building the Maginot Line, a DCB kind of defensive system- this is South West of France and I passed one of the ramparts of the Line yesterday afternoon at a place called Belfort. . This Line little served the purpose, the Germans later bypassed the Line and attacked France from the North, doing a maneuver through the Netherlands. So much for defensive lines. Years later, a similar line called the Siegfried Line (towards the Rhine plains) was also built- military memory is short!! And in the counter-offensive of the early 1940s, what Gen Patton said is worth the quote “I will go through Siegfried Line like shit through goose”!,
Lunch was at Besancon , clock making town- when the Inquisition stated in Europe, the Moors (Moslems ) in Spain had to make a hasty retreat; a lot of tradesmen and metal workers were Arabs who then feld to Switzerland, even then a state with moderate ideologies- these tradesmen who were good at fine metal work and filigree work began servicing the clock industry here.
Late in the evening yesterday, we entered Switzerland- traditionally never a nation state but a loose federation of counties. all of you would have heard of William Tell’s story , in which the father shoots an arrow at an apple placed on his son’s head. This was in Basel. Passed by Basel , on the river Rhine, from which name comes the many Basel Mission schools in India set up by German missionaries two hundred years ago. By the way, four languages are spoken here including German, French and Italian. One aspect , however, stands out- for years, Swiss Guards provided protection to the royal families, until the massacre of the eighteenth century in Paris. Louis XVI’s reign was in turmoil, populace was deeply dissatisfied and one morning when he went for the Church service in Notre Dame, word spread that he had fled Paris………..mobs collected at the Palace and lynched 1000 Swiss Guards. The King escaped for the moment, but later, he and his wife Marie Antoinette were rounded up and beheaded. The commander fo the Guards at that time was on his vacation in Luzern in Switzerland – yesterday, I visited the monument built for the fallen Guards here- a Lion (deeply wounded countenance well sculpted) face cut in the rock, with tribute to the soldiers. This led to the end of the Guards system with one exception- the Pope still has Swiss Guards…………
Military service is mandatory- every house has arms – mountain passes are guarded (the only outlets for this mountain locked country, 80% of terrain is mountainous) and the mobilization time is 3 hours. There is a military airfield in Luzern, blast pens and all- any of you heard of the Pilatus aircraft?
More in the next dispatch.
Regards
KPM
European history goes back to 2760 years- In 2 BC, Romans began moving East and West, and set up their capital in Constantinople- a city which held the awe of many an Emperor from times immemorial.
To understand the position and standing of the soldier in European society, it is necessary to look at the history of Europe from the perspective of power brokering and conflict. In the early millennium, the Roman empire (not the Rome state, notice the difference) was the core of civilization (meaning the system of living in the “cities”)- they expanded rapidly to reach and cover most of the continent. There was always the threat of invasions by the tribes (Huns, Vikings, Magyars, Lombardis, Gauls etc) which held sway for brief periods-yet they could not have one single centrally controlled governance structure- necessarily they had to leave their nobles to take care of outpost kingdoms- feudal structures essentially….you see, the Hapsburg family from Austria cleverly laid the seeds of monarchy in Europe at this point by exploiting and maneuvering the social structure of nobility. This family married their sons and daughters , successively, to the noble families in most parts of Europe till , at one time, and later, every ruling family owed their origins to the Austrian roots. By the Dark Ages, it became clear that you had to have the Church to patronize the state since it had a hold over the population. Thus began the tight coupling between the state and the church. States , of course, needed powerful and trained armies to expand their influence. Over time, it became clear that the troika of church, state, and military were equal stakeholders in retention of power. All of the three arms began having political stakes, and it became obvious that, for ruling families, it was important to have its control over all the three wings. This led to ruling families and nobles’ families having the first born to be the king, the second to be the priest and the third to be the soldier.
This was also the time when Europe started looking outwards for getting its requirements of spices and salt (to preserve food and meat) and other rare items. The same ruling families sponsored ships to sail to the Americas and the East; they were not really begun for maritime reasons but for expansion of their trading writ. Columbus and Vasco Da Gama (and Vespucci), all were leaders of such causes with patrons from the ruling classes.
Just to get the sequence right, we had the Roman era, then the Dark Ages, Crusades (to free the Holy Land)………..remember the Moors were driven out of Spain in middle fifteenth century, then we had the Renaissance, the Reformation, Enlightened Despotism and the Revolutions (French, American….). In fact, if the Moslems were not beaten, Europe would have been Islamic.
Around the period of middle ages, the merchant class came into its own- all the expeditions (Marco Polo and later the sea farers) brought back riches- trade became a lucrative profession and the troika of the king-priest-soldier got drawn into its gains. The Merchant of Venice gives you a good idea of the societal relationships at that time. Florence, Venice, Naples and Rome were centres of trade- banks were set up and loans were advanced to sea faring expeditions. I understand (the local history buzz) that the Church got entangled in affairs of money- at one time, brothels, bordellos and money laundering had active participants from the priestly class.
In earlier centuries, great diseases and plagues hit the rural areas in Europe. Entire cities got wiped out –large scale migration into cities again started and as an insurance for family continuity, one son in every family was sent to the Army.
More in the next dispatch…………..
Regards
KPM
Dear Friends,
From the town of Luzern, which has that military airfield set in the grassy plains I spoke about in the last despatch, we took the road cutting through the Alps into Northern Italy. The 13% of Italian speaking Swiss populace lives in this stretch which has tunnels all along the way (some places look similar to the Khandala section on the Pune-Mumbai expressway), the longest being 17 km long- the longest in Europe. Vicenza is a major US military base on the road to Milano from Switzerland. The biggest operation supported out of this base was the Iraq War of 1991. The entire area looks like a fortress.
Northern Italy is more enterprising and industrious- people have a higher standard of living as compared to the central and southern regions. The cultural sensibilities are, however, heightened across the boot-shaped country. Italy was never a single country until unified in middle 1800s. The twenty three states were as different as chalk and cheese in many ways. In fact, even during the Roman empire, they were never integrated. When the unification was consummated through a referendum in 1860, the king ordered a bronze monument be made in each town- on the monument you have the tally of votes “For” and “Against”-The one I saw in Venice had a ludicrous ratio- 168759 For versus 78 Against (or something like that)- certainly suspect and rigged- Venice till recently had a segment of population wanting a separate homeland for the Northerners. Few years ago, an APC with soldiers landed in front of the Mayors office and laid siege (all this is local folklore……..). Languages have different dialects across many provinces. Family ties and clan ties are very important. The attitude towards law is a little flexible to say the least- queues are not necessarily maintained, ashtrays can be found in no-smoking zones, and connections help in working around bottlenecks. There is a thriving black economy here. Silvio Berlusconi, the present PM, would have been in jail for fraud on multiple counts had it not been for his position. People owe their primary allegiances to the family, clan, and village/town/province in that order.
Consisting of 117 islands and first inhabited by fishermen alone, Venice was controlled by the Veneta tribe- there were others like the Lombardi too. Salt and cinnamon were the other trade items and by the 11th century Venice monopolized trade in the area and the Mediterranean. Salt-making , incidentally, was an art brought back by sailors who returned from Alexandria in Egypt. Marco Polo was a son of this region (and the airport here is named after him). Antonio Vivaldi, the famous composer, was also a son of this town. So also Christian Doppler (of the Doppler Effect fame in Physics). No automobiles move in Venice- you find every conceivable activity being done on boats, cranes, cement movers, ambulances, police patrols, fire department equipment, etc. Sisteri six of them.
There are no street names here- houses are connected by canals in an intricate web and finally connect to the Grand Canal. I found the navigation challenging- you had to go to St Marks Square each time you wanted to make a start- almost like the Reset button!! By the way, the patron saint here is St Mark and the emblem is a winged lion. There is also a set of two adjacent buildings – the ancient magistrate’s chambers and the prison; prisoners were awarded either death by beheading or life and the bridge connecting the two buildings is called the Bridge of Sighs, for obvious reasons. There is only one prisoner who escaped, that was Casanova (he is reputed to have bedded 6000 women in a short period of time).
The power troika of the king-soldier-priest is best seen in the history here. There were many monastic orders here- the first major action to break this stranglehold of the church was by Napoleon III (I am not sure) in 1797, when he closed down many of the 300 churches there. In 1914 when the Austrians came into Venice they restored many of the churches but a larger majority remained as govt offices and commercial establishments.
Venice had mandatory military service- which eventually got diluted to 2 years in the Ambulance Corps or with the Disabled Veterans Organization. There is a 300 year old Military School on the Grand Canal.
At the Battle of Locanto, the Admiral of the fleet got saved due to the cross on the mast which took the hit and bent to one side. This can be seen at the monastery short of Bologna on the road from Venice to Florence. Every year there is a festival attended by the faithful and many veterans as a token of gratitude to the patron-saint.
Another word in our military Glossary is “Arsenal”- this word came from the name of an island in Venice called Arsenali, where naval ships were built. Ship building was a major activity here and Venice had the reputation of quick delivery- for small ships, keel laid in the morning and delivery next day. Major navies of the region contracted ship making to Venice. By the thirteenth century, some of the richest traders and businessmen were located here. They also began the system of quarantine for ships coming in from the far West and East (40 days of isolation, and hence the word derived from “quanta”)
On a final note, as I get into the town of Florence tonight, this is a fashion conscious nation- the police and military have their uniforms designed by marquee designers of Milan.
Till the next dispatch, bye.
Amitabh Bachhan's Blog : K Achuthan
Have you ever visited Amitabh Bachan's blog. I did. Must say that the guy
can write well. Looks like he has taken after his dad in some way. The
good thing that I liked about his writings is that he can write about
anything. Understandably, he links all subjects that he writes about to
something about him. He comes across as someone so articulate and
disciplined that even if he had not made it big in the Bollywood, he would
still have made it in life.
I recall watching his movie for the first time. It was Zanjeer in Davison,
along with Anil, in 1973 May. They say that was the begning of "the angry
young man". It was a powerful performance, for some of the images still
linger in my mind.
As years went by, I recall reading about the mess that his company ABC was
in and how the banks were after him. I had been in that situation by then
and pitied about the scale of debts that he was in. He came out of it, and
so did I.
I dont watch movies, the last one I watched was Lagaan, so I cannot
comment about his films or his acting talents. All I can say for sure is
that whatever he has done so far, he has sought and received success.
You might wonder why I write about him now. I have recently been viewing
Asianets morning programme about Bhagvad Geetha. It says that one of the
ways that you can judge a man is through his children, by the way he has
broght them up. In one of his blogs recently, AB had mentioned about
bringing up his children and about how he and his wife had taken time to
inculcate values in them. I cannot comment about Abhishek as an actor
because I dont watch movies and I dont get to see/ know about his daughter
but sufficient if I say that he has two very well groomed children.
Ageing gracefully. If there was ever really an example, AB is one. I say
this with no strings attached, for I am not a fan of his.....perhaps the
last movie that I saw of his was Lawaris, a movie that I disliked so much
that I vowed never ever to watch any of his movies.
As I write this, I am reading a book called "THe Name Is Rajanikanth".
Yes, it is about Rajanikanth. This was gifted to me by my 18 years old
nephew who has never watched a movie about RK. His ambition is to work for
the UN and he follows RK's way to serve the society.
Amongst the success-starved Indians, we celebrate a AB, RK or Sachin. They
are mass entertainers, but they are also society-sensitive. I know that
most of us are society-sensitive too but this is just to say that you dont
have to be a politician to 'serve the masses'. Every bit counts.
can write well. Looks like he has taken after his dad in some way. The
good thing that I liked about his writings is that he can write about
anything. Understandably, he links all subjects that he writes about to
something about him. He comes across as someone so articulate and
disciplined that even if he had not made it big in the Bollywood, he would
still have made it in life.
I recall watching his movie for the first time. It was Zanjeer in Davison,
along with Anil, in 1973 May. They say that was the begning of "the angry
young man". It was a powerful performance, for some of the images still
linger in my mind.
As years went by, I recall reading about the mess that his company ABC was
in and how the banks were after him. I had been in that situation by then
and pitied about the scale of debts that he was in. He came out of it, and
so did I.
I dont watch movies, the last one I watched was Lagaan, so I cannot
comment about his films or his acting talents. All I can say for sure is
that whatever he has done so far, he has sought and received success.
You might wonder why I write about him now. I have recently been viewing
Asianets morning programme about Bhagvad Geetha. It says that one of the
ways that you can judge a man is through his children, by the way he has
broght them up. In one of his blogs recently, AB had mentioned about
bringing up his children and about how he and his wife had taken time to
inculcate values in them. I cannot comment about Abhishek as an actor
because I dont watch movies and I dont get to see/ know about his daughter
but sufficient if I say that he has two very well groomed children.
Ageing gracefully. If there was ever really an example, AB is one. I say
this with no strings attached, for I am not a fan of his.....perhaps the
last movie that I saw of his was Lawaris, a movie that I disliked so much
that I vowed never ever to watch any of his movies.
As I write this, I am reading a book called "THe Name Is Rajanikanth".
Yes, it is about Rajanikanth. This was gifted to me by my 18 years old
nephew who has never watched a movie about RK. His ambition is to work for
the UN and he follows RK's way to serve the society.
Amongst the success-starved Indians, we celebrate a AB, RK or Sachin. They
are mass entertainers, but they are also society-sensitive. I know that
most of us are society-sensitive too but this is just to say that you dont
have to be a politician to 'serve the masses'. Every bit counts.
Dentist's Chair : K Achuthan
There is no wonder why people talk about the dentist's chair as a
'dentist's chair'. I had been on one this morning, for the first time in
my life. In the 52 years of my life, I thought I had experienced life so
much that I have seen the world. How wrong I was. You dont see the world
(well, that view of the world that a dentist's chair offers) until you are
on a dentist's chair.
The view of the world from a dentist's chair must be very similar to that
what an infant has about the world. On its back, without being strapped
back, and yet so helpless! All that it stares into is the face of the arms
that holds it, sometimes close, sometimes not so close but never away.....
breathing down instructions that are firm but yet filled with options, the
tollerance limits of which are so narrow that no matter how it opts to
exercise them, it ends up getting what it did not want.
The dentist's chair is designed with a lot of fanfare. It reminded me of
the 180 degree reclining 'flat bed' chairs in the first class cabins of
Emirates airlines! With the touch of buttons, you could bring the world to
your command. The difference is that the buttons are not operated by you
and the world that comes to you is commanded by the dentist. You negotiate
the turbulance without a seatbelt on!
A dentist by profession is a well qualified person who is programmed to
demonstrate his skills around the multiple options of the chair that he
rules. He rules it with a well rehearsed set of hard and soft skills. The
hard skills are spread around his arms reach in well defined compartments
of the chair. The soft skills are the words that he uses to placate you
once he takes control of the chair. In my case, there was this particular
instruction that told me that he was in command. " If you are in pain,
raise your left hand index finger, but dont talk". Even a POW has better
rights of expression.
An affair with a dentist's chair is pricy and therefore thankfully brief.
The chair is so designed that its occupant must occupy it only so much so
that the investment on it is amortised with a decent ROI. The capitatation
fees paid for the dentists BDA, the interest cost to set up the clinic,
the standard of living of a Doctor who is a dentist, etc must all be
recovered through the chair that seats the patients.
A dentist's chair is a very successful business model. The chair offers
you, as the pundits say, "deffered gratification". "Pain now, pleasure
later". If removing the lower wisdom tooth was about 'pain now,pleasure
later', imagine the number of molars that a dentist's chair can relieve
you off so that you walk into the sunset of your life as a ' perfect by
product' of a dentist's chair. Imagine, the potential a chair offers to a
dentist. The chair commands such brand loyality that you dare not switch
'dentist's chair'. I had been on one this morning, for the first time in
my life. In the 52 years of my life, I thought I had experienced life so
much that I have seen the world. How wrong I was. You dont see the world
(well, that view of the world that a dentist's chair offers) until you are
on a dentist's chair.
The view of the world from a dentist's chair must be very similar to that
what an infant has about the world. On its back, without being strapped
back, and yet so helpless! All that it stares into is the face of the arms
that holds it, sometimes close, sometimes not so close but never away.....
breathing down instructions that are firm but yet filled with options, the
tollerance limits of which are so narrow that no matter how it opts to
exercise them, it ends up getting what it did not want.
The dentist's chair is designed with a lot of fanfare. It reminded me of
the 180 degree reclining 'flat bed' chairs in the first class cabins of
Emirates airlines! With the touch of buttons, you could bring the world to
your command. The difference is that the buttons are not operated by you
and the world that comes to you is commanded by the dentist. You negotiate
the turbulance without a seatbelt on!
A dentist by profession is a well qualified person who is programmed to
demonstrate his skills around the multiple options of the chair that he
rules. He rules it with a well rehearsed set of hard and soft skills. The
hard skills are spread around his arms reach in well defined compartments
of the chair. The soft skills are the words that he uses to placate you
once he takes control of the chair. In my case, there was this particular
instruction that told me that he was in command. " If you are in pain,
raise your left hand index finger, but dont talk". Even a POW has better
rights of expression.
An affair with a dentist's chair is pricy and therefore thankfully brief.
The chair is so designed that its occupant must occupy it only so much so
that the investment on it is amortised with a decent ROI. The capitatation
fees paid for the dentists BDA, the interest cost to set up the clinic,
the standard of living of a Doctor who is a dentist, etc must all be
recovered through the chair that seats the patients.
A dentist's chair is a very successful business model. The chair offers
you, as the pundits say, "deffered gratification". "Pain now, pleasure
later". If removing the lower wisdom tooth was about 'pain now,pleasure
later', imagine the number of molars that a dentist's chair can relieve
you off so that you walk into the sunset of your life as a ' perfect by
product' of a dentist's chair. Imagine, the potential a chair offers to a
dentist. The chair commands such brand loyality that you dare not switch
Class Get together : 16 Jan 2010
Just so that everyone of this wonderful team knows, I thought I will share
the experiences of some of us who had a rocking time on 16 Jan. See
photograph appended too.
You will recall that myself and Achu had reached out to many of you, some
over mail and others over the telephone to get a buy-in for setting up
this get together- we thought it was overdue. Sugathan Sir had been
discovered in Kochi, so also Sheela Miss; Jyoti had come down to Kochi
too. Shobha we all knew was posted there. A lot of you blessed this event
and wished us well , yet had other commitments which foreclosed their
option of attending. So there we were, having decided that Kochi was the
venue.
It became apparent that the quorum was limited; just 11 of us including
some of the spouses and the choice of accommodation came down to a few of
the oldies- finally decided on The International on MG Road. But
expectations on food were sky high- we then settled on The Grand , again
on MG Road. Local foodies told us that if it was Karimeen and curry, you
can’t beat the old dame.
Time to tell who all signed up- KP Ashok, Achu, myself, Anil, Aumray,
Vidya, Shobha, Jyoti. People who were almost there, but could not attend-
Ulhas, Raghu, Akhila, Krishnan, Uday (who had just returned to Canada), KC
Narendran. Others like Nandan and Gladys threatened to attend…………..we take
all threats seriously!! How can we forget the guests- Sugathan Sir and
Sheela Miss, Sundaresh (Shobha’s spouse) and Gopalakrishnan (Jyoti’s
spouse).
Each of us arrived at different times during the day-some came from far-
thanks Ashok, Anil for coming over from Bombay. The hotel staff had been
briefed about the event and how room numbers 309 to 312 would turn into a
war zone for 24 hours. Well heeled waiters began infusing us with spirits,
both fluid and other, appetizers followed. By the time we caught up with
school anecdotes , it was just enough time to change into our very best
and rush to The Grand. I am not sure about others but I had indeed gone to
a salon to look dapper- after all, meeting Jyoti and Shobha does not
happen every evening. Sugathan Sir simply could not wait to meet us at
dinner in the evening- he came over to our Hotel at noon to see each of
us.
Evening got rolling- a lot of hard work had gone into the choices of
hotel, restaurant and the food and wine. Took some time for ice to be
broken especially for the spouses- we had to go the extra mile to convince
them that we were not just a bunch of rogues, but had that fine side as
well. Shobha, Jyoti- please ask your hubbies if we convinced them………
Anecdotes followed- a few drinks down they got juicier and bawdier- we
were certainly was trying to impress the two girls. Sundaresh and Gopal
chipped in too. Sugathan Sir was very warm- Sheela Miss was even more
effusive. Vidya took his place behind the video-cam; we are yet to see the
result of his work other than many empties.
Speeches were hastened- too many had been downed by then and it wasn’t
sure if the gentlemen could say something of note without slurring.
Tributes were paid to the school, all the masters and misses- to MohanDas,
Ape, Ambu, Chinnamma, Vijayalakshmi, Vasudevan, Lakshminarayanan,
Sivasankaran, Vilasini, Soudamini,………………………we managed to bring Mohan Das
Master on the telephone and a round of thank yous in person going out to
him. He was his usual crisp self.
Sundaresh changed his loyalties and declared the Central School of the
early seventies to be “the school” in Calicut- thanks, Sundaresh- this act
just earns you a permanent place in the Hall Of Fame said and invitations
to our future meets in perpetuity. Gopal was most gracious- he kind of
glowed in the warmth spreading around.
It was midnight when the Cinderallas disappeared and the men in their
blacks (and fifties) trudged home to their hotel rooms singing nonsense
on the lonely MG Road.
One thing was certain- we will meet again- and again and again- each time
with more attendees and better food and wine.
To all here on this mail………….and those not on the mail, Cheriyan, Asha ,
Chandramohan, Vinod, Shikha Rani, Shanti, Neena, Geetha PC, V Harish,
Rajashekhar,Dayanand, Unnikrishnan, N Pradeep, Mohan Raj, Saroja Parasuram
(is that complete?)……………..we missed you. Take care, keep your flames alive
for all those beauties and the beaus………………. See snap below with many
empty glasses as evidence of the joy partaken(snap taken by Gopalakrishnan
not in the picture- you will find him in photos which I will upload later
on the Groups site in Google)
Till we meet next………………
the experiences of some of us who had a rocking time on 16 Jan. See
photograph appended too.
You will recall that myself and Achu had reached out to many of you, some
over mail and others over the telephone to get a buy-in for setting up
this get together- we thought it was overdue. Sugathan Sir had been
discovered in Kochi, so also Sheela Miss; Jyoti had come down to Kochi
too. Shobha we all knew was posted there. A lot of you blessed this event
and wished us well , yet had other commitments which foreclosed their
option of attending. So there we were, having decided that Kochi was the
venue.
It became apparent that the quorum was limited; just 11 of us including
some of the spouses and the choice of accommodation came down to a few of
the oldies- finally decided on The International on MG Road. But
expectations on food were sky high- we then settled on The Grand , again
on MG Road. Local foodies told us that if it was Karimeen and curry, you
can’t beat the old dame.
Time to tell who all signed up- KP Ashok, Achu, myself, Anil, Aumray,
Vidya, Shobha, Jyoti. People who were almost there, but could not attend-
Ulhas, Raghu, Akhila, Krishnan, Uday (who had just returned to Canada), KC
Narendran. Others like Nandan and Gladys threatened to attend…………..we take
all threats seriously!! How can we forget the guests- Sugathan Sir and
Sheela Miss, Sundaresh (Shobha’s spouse) and Gopalakrishnan (Jyoti’s
spouse).
Each of us arrived at different times during the day-some came from far-
thanks Ashok, Anil for coming over from Bombay. The hotel staff had been
briefed about the event and how room numbers 309 to 312 would turn into a
war zone for 24 hours. Well heeled waiters began infusing us with spirits,
both fluid and other, appetizers followed. By the time we caught up with
school anecdotes , it was just enough time to change into our very best
and rush to The Grand. I am not sure about others but I had indeed gone to
a salon to look dapper- after all, meeting Jyoti and Shobha does not
happen every evening. Sugathan Sir simply could not wait to meet us at
dinner in the evening- he came over to our Hotel at noon to see each of
us.
Evening got rolling- a lot of hard work had gone into the choices of
hotel, restaurant and the food and wine. Took some time for ice to be
broken especially for the spouses- we had to go the extra mile to convince
them that we were not just a bunch of rogues, but had that fine side as
well. Shobha, Jyoti- please ask your hubbies if we convinced them………
Anecdotes followed- a few drinks down they got juicier and bawdier- we
were certainly was trying to impress the two girls. Sundaresh and Gopal
chipped in too. Sugathan Sir was very warm- Sheela Miss was even more
effusive. Vidya took his place behind the video-cam; we are yet to see the
result of his work other than many empties.
Speeches were hastened- too many had been downed by then and it wasn’t
sure if the gentlemen could say something of note without slurring.
Tributes were paid to the school, all the masters and misses- to MohanDas,
Ape, Ambu, Chinnamma, Vijayalakshmi, Vasudevan, Lakshminarayanan,
Sivasankaran, Vilasini, Soudamini,………………………we managed to bring Mohan Das
Master on the telephone and a round of thank yous in person going out to
him. He was his usual crisp self.
Sundaresh changed his loyalties and declared the Central School of the
early seventies to be “the school” in Calicut- thanks, Sundaresh- this act
just earns you a permanent place in the Hall Of Fame said and invitations
to our future meets in perpetuity. Gopal was most gracious- he kind of
glowed in the warmth spreading around.
It was midnight when the Cinderallas disappeared and the men in their
blacks (and fifties) trudged home to their hotel rooms singing nonsense
on the lonely MG Road.
One thing was certain- we will meet again- and again and again- each time
with more attendees and better food and wine.
To all here on this mail………….and those not on the mail, Cheriyan, Asha ,
Chandramohan, Vinod, Shikha Rani, Shanti, Neena, Geetha PC, V Harish,
Rajashekhar,Dayanand, Unnikrishnan, N Pradeep, Mohan Raj, Saroja Parasuram
(is that complete?)……………..we missed you. Take care, keep your flames alive
for all those beauties and the beaus………………. See snap below with many
empty glasses as evidence of the joy partaken(snap taken by Gopalakrishnan
not in the picture- you will find him in photos which I will upload later
on the Groups site in Google)
Till we meet next………………
Telephone Numbers All Classmates
Achu- +91-9845025068
Akhila- +91-9844264979, +91-80-25539551
Anil Krishna- +91- 9820127517
Vidya- +91-9349104750
Aumray-+91-9846161994
Gladys Isaac-+91-495-2371078
Asha - +91-80-4090-4078
Dr Nandakumar-+91-9447034051
Gokul- NOT GIVEN
KP Ashok-+91-9223376916
Jyoti-+44-7947328773, +44-2085062007
Narendran KC-+91-9880323896
Shoba SS-+91-9447582323, +91-9447788730
Krishnan- +91-9446810868
Varghese Cheriyan- ++44 7951 587 428 (weekends),+31 6245 380 24 (most
weekdays)
Akhila- +91-9844264979, +91-80-25539551
Anil Krishna- +91- 9820127517
Vidya- +91-9349104750
Aumray-+91-9846161994
Gladys Isaac-+91-495-2371078
Asha - +91-80-4090-4078
Dr Nandakumar-+91-9447034051
Gokul- NOT GIVEN
KP Ashok-+91-9223376916
Jyoti-+44-7947328773, +44-2085062007
Narendran KC-+91-9880323896
Shoba SS-+91-9447582323, +91-9447788730
Krishnan- +91-9446810868
Varghese Cheriyan- ++44 7951 587 428 (weekends),+31 6245 380 24 (most
weekdays)
In A Tata Showroom : K Achuthan
Yesterday I had been to a Tata showroom to see if I could buy a Nano. I had to make 3 attempts to get in. The first time, I was rudely chased away by the watchman saying that I could not park my car where I did because that slot was reserved for the showroom manager. The second time was when I was told to wait outside as the show room was being cleaned, an hour after the scheduled opening time. I was lucky the third time but had to present my case to 4 different salesmen before I could get the attention of the right one.
Nano is spacious, unlike many who think it is not. It is comfortable to drive and has some saftey features that would put Maruti 800 to shame. I was convinced that it was worth paying Rs 2.48 lakhs to be the owner of a world known Indian car. I have booked one for our office. Guests who travel in it are sure to have a good conversation subject when they arrive and I will train Suresh, our driver, to engage them usefully in this topic.
Most of us who live in India have outgrown the Tata's, atleast for their cars. This is in spite of the fact that they make good value-for-money vehicles. You need to visit their showroom to understand how much they matter to their clients, who are all first time buyers of new cars. In their own way, they are indeed doing their bit to upgrade an average Indian's life.
When I upgraded from a Maruti Esteem to a Bolero, India Garage, who are the distributors of M&M in Bangalore were surprised. Perhaps Anand Mahindra took notice of this and he launched Scorpio, one of the best that I have used. Mahindra's are smart that way. Did you know that they added 12 new features to the Scorpio to upgrade it and yet reduced Rs 70,000?
Tata & Mahindra are typical case studies of how Indian companies position themselves. Mahindra's are quick learners and they work to broadbase their customers by positioning new products and services. Tata's on the other hand, offer new products to cater to their broad customer base. Mahindra's are proactive and Tata's reactive?
It is amazing how much our country has changed. The common thread of all these changes have been that it has carried the common man. Tata's & Mahindra's are no exception to this. The Future Group has been a front runner to this shift.
I had a visitor from Yorkshire about 3 weeks back and we went out to the jungles beyond Mysore. He had a heavy helping of our spicy food and was 'destroyed' when we set off back home. I had the presence of mind to detour and have him checked up at a Colombia Asia Hospital in Mysore. In two hours that we were there, he was put on to the best treatment that was ever possible, in conditions so hygenic that I would write in my will that if I were to be ever hospitalised, it should be CA. The bill was Rs 539, which included an ECG and medecines. "Less than 10 Pounds?" asked Patrick.
Have you ever stopped to think how much our middle class matters? In a way they carry us. If you are in business and if you employ people, pay them well. Empowering them is empowering yourself. Tata's and Mahindra's are doing it.
Nano is spacious, unlike many who think it is not. It is comfortable to drive and has some saftey features that would put Maruti 800 to shame. I was convinced that it was worth paying Rs 2.48 lakhs to be the owner of a world known Indian car. I have booked one for our office. Guests who travel in it are sure to have a good conversation subject when they arrive and I will train Suresh, our driver, to engage them usefully in this topic.
Most of us who live in India have outgrown the Tata's, atleast for their cars. This is in spite of the fact that they make good value-for-money vehicles. You need to visit their showroom to understand how much they matter to their clients, who are all first time buyers of new cars. In their own way, they are indeed doing their bit to upgrade an average Indian's life.
When I upgraded from a Maruti Esteem to a Bolero, India Garage, who are the distributors of M&M in Bangalore were surprised. Perhaps Anand Mahindra took notice of this and he launched Scorpio, one of the best that I have used. Mahindra's are smart that way. Did you know that they added 12 new features to the Scorpio to upgrade it and yet reduced Rs 70,000?
Tata & Mahindra are typical case studies of how Indian companies position themselves. Mahindra's are quick learners and they work to broadbase their customers by positioning new products and services. Tata's on the other hand, offer new products to cater to their broad customer base. Mahindra's are proactive and Tata's reactive?
It is amazing how much our country has changed. The common thread of all these changes have been that it has carried the common man. Tata's & Mahindra's are no exception to this. The Future Group has been a front runner to this shift.
I had a visitor from Yorkshire about 3 weeks back and we went out to the jungles beyond Mysore. He had a heavy helping of our spicy food and was 'destroyed' when we set off back home. I had the presence of mind to detour and have him checked up at a Colombia Asia Hospital in Mysore. In two hours that we were there, he was put on to the best treatment that was ever possible, in conditions so hygenic that I would write in my will that if I were to be ever hospitalised, it should be CA. The bill was Rs 539, which included an ECG and medecines. "Less than 10 Pounds?" asked Patrick.
Have you ever stopped to think how much our middle class matters? In a way they carry us. If you are in business and if you employ people, pay them well. Empowering them is empowering yourself. Tata's and Mahindra's are doing it.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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