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Today's Traveller

Tour 2K14

The Cap Brigade- at Gangamaya Park Happiness is - Being in Company of Friends Buddham Sharanam Gachhami - at Ghum
Monastery

The fingers say it all ! 20 21 22 Kudos to Railways- at Craigmont Officers Rest House Serenity at its best!-at Sumendu Lake, Mirik

Bazinga ! Selfie Time-Say cheese !!

The Fabulous Five

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Tour 2K15

Chilling Before End Sem Exams !

Crossing the Bridge of Difficulties With a Smile

Maharajas of Gymkhana Burger Kings !!! Rock Solid Selfiee!!

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Gallery : Recollection-Contributed by Mr O S Dogra '56

Overall Winners of Inter-wing competition in 1959 (Western Lower Champions)
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Shukla RK's jai mala

SCRA 1956 Batch: DhCilnugbrDaMa’5yr.71H,9MN6r0.LCBahlla’a5imr6Wp(Liiol-lRnia)sm: Ms ’r5. 6,
1st row: Mr M H Bala, Mr H N Lal, Mr H N Gupta, Mr I M Sethi
2nd row: Mr Raj K Jain, Mr S C Das, Mr Asps, Mr O S Dogra

Javelin DWaisn,nCehrask:sN(oLb-Rb)y, Mr. S C

Tossing & Farewell at Rly Stn

Members of SCRA 1955 & 1956 batches

Club Day 1960 Members of SCRA 1956 Batch except Mr. Loomba & Mr O S Dogra ︱ 53

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Things end but memories last forever

2k13 in Foremen Training Institute, Bangalore with Shobha Ma'am Farewell to 1991batch

An attempt Apna pyara firstee

Club Day 2013

Ye hai Holi k rang Club entry of 2k9

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office bearers of jamalpur gymkhana (2016-17)

Gaurish Gangwar '2k13 Krishna Kinker Singh '2k13 Diptesh Kumar Mandal '2k13 Debatra Mazumdar '2k13
General Secretary Chairman Management Senior Auditor Technical Society Secretary
Committee

Vikash Ranjan '2k13 Sarveshwar Yadhuvanshi '2k14 Aditya Sethi '2k14 Abhinav Srivastava '2k14
Club Treasurer Joint General Secretary Cultural Secretary Indoor Games Secretary

Shikhar Dayal '2k14 Harsh Tripathi '2k14 Himanshu N Singh '2k14 Ekansh Gangwar '2k15
Sports Secretary Movie Secretary Book Bank & Comic Club Junior Auditor

Secretary

Sujit Kumar Gupta '2k15 Dhanraj Kumar '2k15
Mess Treasurer Stores Manager

A decision is made with the brain. A commitment is made with the heart. Therefore, a
commitment is much deeper and more binding than a decision.

- Nido R Qubein

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SCRA 2011

1st Row L-R :
(Sitting): Sh. S C Patra CI(Mech), Sh. J Singh Lec(EM ), Sh. Suman Raj P(RST) , Sh. Kuldeep Singh P(WMT), Sh. Samir Lohani
P(MIS), Sh. A K Pandey SP(WMT), Sh. A K Gupta Ex-Director (IRIMEE), Sh. K Raman SP(DT), Sh. G Choudhary P(EM),
Sh. J P Mandal P(Project), Sh. Sreeram Singh AP(Project), Sh. Abhyuday Lec(MIS), Sh. Manoj Kumar Singh CI(Works),
Sh. Arvind Lal CI(EM).
2nd Row L-R :
(Standing): Ms. Swadhinata Das, Ms. Ritika Rashmi, Sh. Rishav Choudhary, Sh. Shivam , Sh. Anil Kumar, Ms. Deeksha
Chaudhary, Ms. Akriti Srivastava, Ms. Jyoti Sahu, Sh. Azimuddin, Sh. Lokesh Kailash Meena , Sh. Parth Adhikari, Sh .Gokul
S Valluthottam, Sh. Vikas Keshri, Sh. Mahendra Singh, Sh. Naveen Kumar Chahel, Sh. Ratnesh Kumar, Sh. Kamran Ahmad,
Sh. Ronak Prateek, Ms Rajshree Awasthi, Sh. Arvind Kumar Meena, Sh. Alok Bhatt, Sh. Palash Saxena, Sh. Rohit Meena,
Sh. Durgesh Kumar Singh, Sh. Priyanshu, Sh. Nitesh Kumar Gupta, Sh. Sivananda Dash.

SCRA 2012

1st Row L-R :
(Sitting): Sh. J Singh Lec(EM ), Sh. Suman Raj P(RST) , Sh. Kuldeep Singh P(WMT), Sh. Samir Lohani P(MIS), Sh. A K Pandey
SP(WMT), Sh. A K Gupta Ex-Director (IRIMEE), Sh. K Raman SP(DT), Sh. G Choudhary P(EM), Sh. J P Mandal P(Project),
Sh. Sreeram Singh AP(Project), Sh. Abhyuday Lec(MIS), Sh. Manoj Kumar Singh CI(Works), Sh. Arvind Lal CI(EM).

2nd Row L-R :
(Standing): Ms. Pooja Singh Khuswaha, Sh. Mishal, Sh. Penuboina Bharath Krishna, Sh. Shubham Arya, Ms. Roopsee Singh,
Sh. Rajat Nayak, Sh. Sourav Kumar Modi, Sh. Anurag, Sh. Piyush Kumar, Sh. Shubhesh Verma.

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SCRA 2013

1st Row L-R :
(Sitting): Sh. J Singh Lec(EM ), Sh. Suman Raj P(RST) , Sh. Kuldeep Singh P(WMT), Sh. Samir Lohani P(MIS), Sh. A K Pandey
SP(WMT), Sh. A K Gupta Ex-Director (IRIMEE), Sh. K Raman SP(DT), Sh. G Choudhary P(EM), Sh. J P Mandal P(Project),
Sh. Sreeram Singh AP(Project), Sh. Abhyuday Lec(MIS), Sh. Manoj Kumar Singh CI(Works), Sh. Arvind Lal CI(EM).
2nd Row L-R :
(Standing): Sh. Sunil Kumar , Sh. Ashwani Kumar D, Sh. Diptesh Kumar Mandal, Sh. Vikash Ranjan, Sh. Krishna Kinker Singh,
Sh. Abhishek Pradhan, Sh. Saurav Kumar, Sh. Abhishek Pratihar, Sh. Gaurish Gangwar, Sh. Faizan Ahmad, Ms. Poonam
Kumari Saha, Sh. Debatra Mazumdar, Sh. Hasnain Husain, Sh. Mudit Kumar, Sh. Pulkit Tiwari.

SCRA 2014

1st Row L-R :
(Sitting): Sh. S C Patra CI(Mech), Sh. J Singh Lec(EM), Sh. Suman Raj P(RST), Sh. Kuldeep Singh P(WMT), Sh. Samir Lohani
P(MIS), Sh. A K Pandey SP(WMT), Sh. A K Gupta Ex-Director (IRIMEE), Sh. K Raman SP(DT), Sh. G Choudhary P(EM),
Sh. J P Mandal P(Project), Sh. Sreeram Singh AP(Project), Sh. Abhyuday Lec(MIS), Sh. Manoj Kumar Singh CI(Works),
Sh. Arvind Lal CI(EM).

2nd Row L-R :
(Standing): Sh. Suman Saurabh, Ms. Shivangi Chopra, Sh. Deepak Kumar Meena, Sh. Aditya Sethi, Sh. Gaurav Raj,
Sh. Prithiwish Halder, Sh. Maniram Singh, Ms. Shilpa Poonia, Sh. Ankur Chakrawarti, Sh. Sarveshwar Yaduvanshi,
Sh. Harsh Tripathi, Sh. Rajat Kumar, Sh. Shubham Meena, Sh. Rohit Kumar Chawal, Sh. Nikhil Byadwal, Sh. Sunil Kumar,
Sh. Abhinav Srivastava, Sh. Shikhar Dayal, Sh. Akshay Gangarwal.

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1st Row L-R
(Sitting): Sh. S C Patra CI(Mech), Sh. J Singh Lec(EM), Sh. Suman Raj P(RST), Sh. Kuldeep Singh P(WMT), Sh. Samir Lohani P(MIS), Sh. A K Pandey SP (WMT),
Sh. A K Gupta Ex-Director (IRIMEE), Sh. K Raman SP(DT), Sh. G Choudhary P(EM), Sh. J P Mandal P(Project), Sh. Sreeram Singh AP(Project), Sh. Abhyuday Lec
(MIS), Sh. Manoj Kumar Singh CI(Works), Sh. Arvind Lal CI(EM).
2nd Row L-R:
(Standing): Sh. Sujit Kumar Gupta, Sh. Ekansh Gangwar, Sh. Dhanraj Kumar, Sh. Anuj Rathor, Sh. Abhishek Ranjan, Sh. Aditya Tripathi.

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Articles
Section

And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

-William Shakespeare
(from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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Home Sweet Home

- H N Gupta ‘56

It was the end of the spring season when I left my In Gymkhana too, changes were always taking place.
home in Agra. The date was Friday, the 8th of March, From time to time, senior batches left and newer ones
1957. At noon, I bid goodbye to my mother, touched joined. The home at Gymkhana, however, always
her feet and with a green pass in my pocket, headed for remained full. One got to know the new arrivals in no
Agra Fort Railway Station. My destination: Jamalpur, time and made friends with many of them, and life
in Bihar’s Monghyr District. It would be a long journey went on as before. Gymkhana was also like an ancestral
– four years long in fact, from 1957 to 1961. home for senior SAMs, who would visit it from time to
time, especially in the month of February to celebrate
It was not as if I was not allowed to return home. I Club Day.
was allowed to go home to Agra to take B.Sc. theory
examination in two or three spells in April and May Recently, some jealous persons in positions of
‘57. This was followed by another visit home to Agra authority have sounded the death knell of our home
during Puja vacations. Every time I was in Agra, I and discontinuance of the SCRA scheme. They
looked forward to visiting my college, St John’s College, seem to have forgotten that, during the ninety years
to meet friends and teachers. I was hoping to rejoin it of Gymkhana’s existence, only about 1100 SCRAs
and chuck SCRA apprenticeship. But it was not to be. have passed out – barely 12 per year! Though their
My elders would not hear of it. There are tides and ebbs numbers are so small, their contribution to the Indian
in the affairs of man. So, the die was cast, and I used Railways has been monumental. They were almost
up many sets of green passes and many white PTOs. single-handedly responsible for setting up Railway
My routine during these sojourns to Agra continued to Production Units, due to which our dependence on
include a visit to my college, where I had spent as many foreign countries for imported rolling stock came to an
years as I would spend in Jamalpur. But these visits to end. In addition, they also contributed to the efficient
college became less and less exciting as the years passed. management of many PSUs of the country. Some of
My old friends had left and so had some of the teachers. these brilliant men also taught with distinction various
Fewer and fewer familiar faces remained to greet me in technical and management subjects in Indian as well
the college campus. as foreign universities. Some of them also contributed
their mite to the defence of our nation through the
Changes on the home front had also taken place. My Territorial Army. Never did so many in India owe so
younger sister had gotten married and moved to her much to so few.
new home. My younger brother had left for Bombay to
join the University there. My visits to Agra became less However, it seems the persons who took the decision to
of an excitement and more of a duty to see my ageing close the SCRA scheme could not endure the brilliance
mother. At the end of the holidays, I would head back to of these talented men. Gymkhana was the nursery
Gymkhana with barely concealed longing. Something where their talent was nurtured and their character
inexplicable had happened: my home seemed to have moulded.
shifted from Agra to Jamalpur Gymkhana.
Personally, I cannot find words to describe my sadness
at the demolition of my home away from home, and
in fact something of an ancestral home, in which three
generations of my family found an abode which was
so full of life and joy. I can only seek solace in Shelley’s
words that “our sweetest songs are those that tell of
saddest thoughts.”

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Never Say Die

- Mrs Pramila Gupta (W/o Mr H N Gupta '56)

At the age of 19, I married a 24 year-old SCRA, Gymkhana (2k10 batch). It is a record of which I am
Harendra Nath Gupta of ‘56 batch. Thus, suitably proud.
commenced my long association with this
grand old lady, Jamalpur Gymkhana! I had hoped that, in the future, my record would be
matched. Therefore, it is a very personal grief that I
I attended the Golden Jubilee in 1977. We went from feel at the closure of Gymkhana. It is a criminal shame
Chittaranjan with our two children, my daughter 9 and to shut the door of hope on so many young people
son 3. It has been a lifelong regret that I was not part of who aspire to the pinnacle of achievement while
the group photograph taken on that occasion because still so young. It is also a sin, since India is over 60%
I was just about a minute late, tending to my 3 year-old young. In fact, Gymkhana should have expanded to
son who had developed fever. accommodate many more. Just as the Army advertises
its many Services and so much hype and pride now
Gymkhana was jam packed. The boys had vacated their attaches to the NDA examination, the SCRA exam
rooms for us. They made us feel so welcome, and were should have been similarly advertised. Whatever
so hospitable that they even babysat our children for anomalies there are could have been ironed out. The
the dinner and dance on Club Night. SCRA was a great professional tradition, a living legacy
with its centenary just round the corner.
Then, in 1996, I cut the Club Day cake as the wife of
the seniormost officer present - a signal honour which I But I never say die. So though I am contributing to
have since cherished. perhaps the last SAM magazine, I cannot dull the
hope that, after a hiatus, there will be many more SAM
These past years, hampered by ill health, I have not been magazines published from Gymkhana all over again.
able to visit Gymkhana, even though my grandson was
there as an SCA. Gymkhana will rise again and its
corridors will ring
It has been a strange with youthful
voices. It will
coincidence that, not stand a
sentinel to the
married as I am to death past,
but become
a SAM, my son a nursery for
the future.
also joined this

select fraternity

(‘91 batch). That

was great good

fortune, but I like to

compliment myself

that perhaps I had

something to do

with it because after

all, I had raised him.

Then, lo and behold,

my grandson,

whom I have

also raised,

went to

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Where Do We Go from Here?

- Ms Niharika Gupta
(Ms Niharika Gupta is daughter of Mr H N Gupta ‘56, sister to Mr Anurag Gupta ‘91 and mother of Shashwat Gupta ‘2k10)

It is December. The sun has shone today after a week and keep it safe, make a trip to the hills and host a party.
of grey days. The sky is blue, and though there is By the next year, he was quite the Young Man, jumping
traffic on the road outside, it is peaceful in my world on a train and going anywhere without reservation. He
- but then, I count peace by the minute, not by the hour, became familiar with Railway lore and Railway jargon.
and certainly not the day. I sit on the drive, watching He memorised the Club Rules, as did everyone else;
the ants climb up a garden-pot. I ruminate and, as in fact, he became a minor celebrity because he could
usual, think back. My son has told me that this is one quote them backwards and forwards, plus he knew the
of the last SAM magazines, and I absolutely must write names of all the Gymkhanites from the Blue Book.
something, anything, but I must contribute to this He was so proud of his place in the world. He and his
(possibly last) issue. batch developed a commitment to the Railways that
I think back to the last five years, four of which he has would always remain, no matter where life took them
spent at his alma mater, Jamalpur Gymkhana. When later. They belonged to a fraternity and this buoyed
he cleared the exam, we went to Hanuman Setu, the them up. They were always sure of a welcome with all
nearest temple to the deity, to offer our gratitude; for SAMs throughout the length and breadth of India. They
yes! A lottery had been won! With his grandfather, knew their EQs would be managed, Club Day would be
my son went to Aminabad, Hazratganj, Kapurthala the most roaring party of the year; with billiards and
and sundry other markets that Lucknow has to offer, Night Mess, they learned to live it up in style. They
trying to match exactly the shades of blue and brown learned to command and to command respect, take
for the uniform. It was June, and 40 degrees Centigrade the flak, be gracious when things didn’t turn out right,
in the shade. In that heat, his grandfather even had a support each other and work as a team.
suit stitched for his grandson. It was the busiest, hottest This training so early in life is what makes the SCRA
and happiest summer I had ever known. Finally, with what he is: a professional, disciplined and pragmatic in
suitcases packed, travelling on his very own green pass work, the life and soul of a Railway colony and its Club,
for the first time, my son travelled to JMP. the supple, youthful backbone of the Indian Railways.
The house became forlorn and empty. There seemed Without the SCRA, without Gymkhana, without the
to be nothing to do but wait. My father, who is a merry songs playing in its corridors at 2 AM, without
SAM himself, had warned his grandson about the this dynamic yet sturdy, light-hearted steel frame of
special welcome he would face. Yes! It was a tough a dedicated cadre, the Indian Railways will be but
time they had! From 5 AM to 3 AM the next day, they a shadow of itself, prone to fiascos as happened at
were on their toes: getting ready in 12 minutes by the Pokharayan, Kanpur.
stopwatch, shaving twice a day, morning run, evening The final question, as the singer Fink put it in his song,
sports, classes plus mess bill work, running errands, Yesterday Was Hard On All of Us, is this: where do we go
besides being endlessly fired by their gleeful seniors. A from here? How long will the Indian Railways continue
lot of times, I was distraught and wished we had been to run before it becomes another white elephant for
content with the Engineering College at home. But Bharat Mata to carry? Or, dare we look forward to a
my son bore up well against this constant hammering. bolder future - when not just the Mechanical waalas but
When he came at DP in October (though he had lost the jealous Electrical waalas may also be incorporated
a lot of weight) he seemed bright-eyed and cheerful, into the tradition, as happened when Gymkhana was
quite delighted with himself. new - and thus have a stronger, more cohesive clan in
He had already learned how to issue and use a pass, go to the future than we have today?
the bank, make mess bills, play billiards, count his money

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Saving the Children

- V Anand ‘62

[The Railways’ Campaign for Pulse polio vaccination in chain” right upto the construction sites.
the interiors of Sourashtra, Gujarat overcame hurdles of This was accomplished with the Railway
Department's fleet of road vehicles.
physical distance and mental superstitions]
Once this worked out, the Railway doctors
The first round of pulse polio vaccination was were so enthused that they administered
organized in 1995 and the railways, with its huge vaccination in places difficult to access, in
number of doctors and paramedics, played a their own vehicles. This was complemented
significant role in it. by an awareness campaign.

I was working in Bhavnagar situated on the Sourashtra What caught the attention of the Railway
coast and it seemed to have a huge number of polio- next were the children of the migrant
afflicted children. Although social service organizations laborers toiling in the railway tracks, many
were doing their bits here, it was only in 1995 that a parts of which were in areas inaccessible by
sustained campaign for polio eradication was initiated. road vehicles. So, we decided to reach them
by trains. Every railway station was provided
Organizing this campaign taxed our capabilities and with the vaccine and every passenger train
sometimes we thought that we had bitten more than as allotted a compartment where polio vaccines were
we could chew. Oral polio vaccine is very sensitive to administered to children traveling in the train.
temperature and the first daunting task is to organize
the “cold chain”. Another difficult task was collecting The campaign had a festive air about it with the Western
data about the recipients. This is because while the Railway Women's Social Service Committee ranging for
municipal corporations and hospitals provided the large quantities of toffees and biscuits for the children
number of children who need to be immunized, there and food packets for the volunteers who included
was a large floating community of migrant labourers an the Scouts and the St. John's Ambulance Brigade. An
unknown quantity. Inspection Special, with one compartment reserved for
the doctors and the paramedics to administer vaccine
So, the Railway Department decided to obtain more to children at the construction sites, was also run.
number of oral vaccines than what was estimated by the
Health Department. The next task was to carry the “cold Initially, those at the construction sites were indifferent
to the medical team alighting from the train. They said
they'd rather depend on “Sheetla Mata” and “Khodiar
Mata” than seeing their children being pricked. Then
the doctors talked to them about the need to have
children vaccinated against polio. Yet the ice was not
broken. The villagers remained indifferent.

Then, a polio-afflicted boy talked. He said injections
are no pain compared to his life-long impairment.
Finally, when the people gathered came to know that
the vaccination involved no injections but only oral
drops they opened up. So much so that a mother, with
her baby in arms, stopped the train to get her child
vaccinated.

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stunning view of misty mountains and sparkling The second largest sea bridge in India which
waterfalls all around. connects Mandapam to Pamban island.

b) Konkan Railway - Mangalore-Madagaon c) Travancore Railway - Kollam-Punalur-Sengottai.

Amazing greeneries, water bodies, stunning The ride through the beautiful Cardamom hills is
curves and magnificent Sahyadris makes this the best part of this journey in terms of greenery
most sought after train travel experience for any and architectural marvels. The famous 13 arched
railway enthusiast in India. bridge is a sight to remember on this route.

6. a) Nilgiri Mountain Railway - Mettupalayam to These ‘scenic journeys’ have left their indelible mark on
Ooty (Tamilnadu) our mind. Life is a beautiful and wonderful experience
if we have the right attitude to perceive the same. Even
Nestling among the Nilgiri hills of Tamilnadu, after so many decades of our association with railways,
Ooty is the Queen of Indian hill stations. The meter the memories of our train journeys are still fresh in my
gauge train treks across plains, plantations and mind and I cherish those beautiful moments.
forest clad hills over its journey of about 50 kms
The bond of love with the ‘Wheels’ which started so
b) The Sea Bridge Ride - Mandapam-Pamban- long back has been strengthened as the years passed by.
Rameswaram.

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Ek Tha Royal

This is an anecdote of a street dog, who stormed - Prashant Kumar Mishra ‘83
into our lives, uninvited and taught us caring
about others the basic human qualities. Though to turn the litter out and clean the mess.
his presence in our lives was only a meagre 4 years
yet he left a void which we could never fill back again. Next day, again these creatures had taken over the rear
Whenever we recall his memories, presence and verandah and were promptly shooed off. The third day,
qualities it brings tears to our eyes. only three puppies could be seen. One of them had
become very weak and was not able to walk properly.
Miss you Royal (we lovingly called him) The other was staring at me diffidently. My Bungalow
peon told me one of them had passed away last night
R.I.P. whereas the other was devoured by a leopard. As our
colony is situated at the foothills, leopards & hyenas
Ek Tha Royal- Part 1 occasionally come down to forage and small animals
become their prey.
It was a chilly Sunday morning five years back, when I
woke up from deep slumber by a shrill wailing sound Ek Tha Royal- Part 2
emanating from the house. Overcoming the extreme
reluctance to leave the cocooned warmth and coz Not to appear a little harsh I told the peon to give them
confines of my bed, somehow I pushed myself up and a few slices of bread and then remove them from the
tried to find the source of early morning commotion. A campus. While I offered them bread slices to the puppies
street dog with her five newly born puppies had taken and their mother, one intrepid puppy cornered all the
over entire backyard of our Bungalow. slices did not allow anyone else to touch it. The others
were watching helplessly, meekly resigning to their fate.
Hungry puppies facing biting chilly wind in the foggy
morning, were running amok, making all types of high How Darwin’s theory of survival of fittest actually
pitched wailing sound. The female dog, observing plays in practice! Why a creature does not even try to
my presence, withdrew to a safer distance and started make an effort to survive, the question was extremely
carefully watching me and her new-borns. However, baffling, I will leave readers to answer it. Even their
the Puppies were fearless and were trying to come mother bound by love for her kids was not showing a
closer and enter inside the house while tracing all the single sign of protest.
geometrical patterns on floor, with their small paws.
Days passed and I asked the peon to let these puppies
Speaking about me I had never been quite stay in one of room, where useless items were stored.
friendly with dogs. Street dogs were These puppies after getting a home were freely moving
objects of fear mixed with loathing around all over the campus and used to eat leftover
due to their tendencies to bite and food. The mother assured of their safety went back
filth surrounding them. Whenever such to the street life. The little ones passed their time
an unpleasant sight greets a Rly officer, he frolicking the whole campus all day long. While
immediately calls for his man Friday at hand, asleep, if some sound managed to disrupt their languid
who either is his favourite inspector in office
or bungalow peon cum butler in home. With slumber, they would just open their eye
brain in auto operation mode, I called for my lids for a fraction of second, promptly
bungalow peon, he promptly appeared with resuming the sleep.
confused quizzical expression belying all hopes
of any clarification. I simply asked him We called the stronger puppy, Royal,
observing his infinite capacity and
innate propensity to take uninterrupted
and unlimited rests like royalties.

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Ek Tha Royal- Part 3 from others; quantifying our level of grief and scolding
too Royal accordingly. Royal did not change, but we
While observing Royal we thought if he was a dog learnt to be very careful with our shoes and discovered
after all, never exhibiting any traits of a dog; he various monsoon offers of shoe companies.
appeared more like a reincarnation of a minor royalty
of yore, condemned to a dog like form after the life of Ek Tha Royal–Part 4
unadulterated indulgence and hedonist pursuit. No
firm conclusions could be drawn, as Royal did not share “The world would be a nicer place if everyone had the
past life secrets with us, except gazing innocently with ability to love as unconditionally as a dog.”
most pure expressions, enough to melt any one’s heart.
Royal when awake, was quite a busy creature, he never
He had recognised all our family members and always missed his” Roaming the Street” routine. He had set
wanted to be in our proximity, however his attempts up boundary limits in all directions and travelled up
to come inside the house were firmly thwarted and to the last point to explore world outside. Animals
boundary lines were drawn. He could play all over the have a clearly defined territorial suzerainty and rarely
campus, roam all over the city streets, sleep in the front transgressed. He did not attempt transgression unless
and rear verandas, but could not come inside house. accompanied by either of our family members. He
Reluctantly he accepted the ground rules, but was would faithfully follow my daughter like a guardian,
extremely curious and used to peep from all the doors when she went for tuition, up to check post point in
to discover the mysterious world inside. our colony and watch, till she remained in sight. In
evenings, it explored colony roads with me; sometimes
Animals have a knack of understanding power following me, sometimes running ahead of me but
dynamics immediately; they instinctively understand never coming very close.
your feelings and can easily anticipate your behaviour
towards them. During morning and evening walks Royal was very fond of chocolates and any piece
inside the campus, it used to give me company; thrown at him would be immediately scooped and
sometimes coming very close, sometimes moving gobbled up. He would relish the taste of chocolate for
ahead and accusingly looking at me for my slow pace. a very long time keeping his eyes slightly closed. When
Some days it came, racing at me, puffing rapidly and he would open his eyes, he would look again at the spot
wanting to touch. Not sure of his intentions and the to see whether any trace was still left on ground. All the
scare of dogs subconsciously programmed inside me, children of our house started sharing their chocolates
I would loudly ask Royal to behave and come back and candies with Royal.
to normal state. Reluctantly, Royal would leave his
frenzied and passionate state and resume his separate He was very possessive of his area and did not permit
walk, maintaining a discreet distance. intruders to come inside. Other street dogs and cats
were chased away. He measured his opponent carefully
Royal displayed his best behaviour before my better half, and did not pick up fight with bigger animals, if they
as he had a lurking suspicion of her feelings about his entered the opened gate. He pretended to not listen to
acceptance in the family. All misdemeanours of Royal my loud exhortation to chase them away.
and damage of furniture were strongly disproved off by
her. He had a tendency to chew our leather foot wears, One day two goat kids, very young, were grazing grass
if left outside. It never touched foot wears of any of our around our gate. One of the kid peered inside the gate
guests. After each incidence of footwear chewing we to eat long blades of grass temptingly swaying before
would confront Royal with half chewed, damaged shoes. it. Royal charged with lightening speed and pounced
Royal giving expressions of a sheepish child caught in the on the hapless kid who could not even take a step
act would immediately hide his face and close his eyes. back. Royal caught the kid by neck and dragged it for a
distance. By the time we could snatch the kid away from
We learnt to categorise our losses in two categories Royal’s teeth, it had collapsed and fell unconscious on
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painful to watch a young life taken away, probably pointed upwards. I thought now the leader of the group
animal instinct for hunt is genetically programmed, has pounced on the prey, others will swoop in no time.
which can’t be erased by human contact.
But it did not charge at me and kept circling around
He had learnt Shastang Dandvat, the ancient form of me, I realized, it was Royal, wondered whether he was
Indian salutation, whenever he saw us, it would go part of the preying pack showing his hunting skill to
into Shastang Dandvat mudra. He also repeated the fellow brethren. Loudly calling his name, I tried to rush
salutation to our guests to whom he saw as part of ahead, Royal kept on following me, running around
family. This endeared him to all of our relatives, who me in same agitated condition. The group had stopped
were amazed at how an unknown street dog would following me and till I was safely 100 meters away
bow reverentially to them without any prodding from them, Royal kept on circling around me Later I
or command. His respect for our family elders was realized, like an angel he came rushing from the house,
genuine and bewildering, reminding some of them to the moment he heard my terrified yelling at dogs, took
find similarity with people long dead whom they knew. me in his protective cover and saved my life.

One day, it started barking loudly. As the barking grew Ek Tha Royal– Part 5
incessant, we came out to find the reason for royal’s
barking. A huge seven feet cobra was trying to enter a Her mother had sired number of puppies, with
room; its door was left ajar by a dish cable repair boy, who unfailing regularity each year. These puppies and grown
was trying to correct the antenna’s orientation. Royal was ones would call on Royal every day almost like doting
running around it, barking loudly and both the animals country cousins.
lurching at each other menacingly. It was a dangerous sight
similar to movies shown in Discovery channel. Finding Though, Royal had become part of our family, but, we
a large group gathered, snake slithered away from the could not reconcile to the sight of horde of street dogs
campus, only then Royal calmed down. I can imagine the taking over our entire campus. Royal’s cousins were quite
calamity and chaos, if snake would have entered inside. a determined lot and despite all our efforts, we could not
permanently remove them from the campus. Extended
One summer day, I had started for an early morning family members of Royal had very clear idea about the
walk, hardly I would have gone for 200 meters from my kinship property and claims of members belonging to
house, when, I came across a group of around 15-20 same bloodline. If we tried to pelt stone at them they
dogs lying on middle of road. I tried to sneak past them. would hide behind the fence or conceal in sewer. If
It was quite early in the morning, slightly dark and no they found us exasperated, they would silently move to
one could be seen anywhere on the road. adjoining bungalow and wait till we were out of sight.
My repeated entreaties and exhortation to Royal to shoo
Suddenly I find two of the dogs encircling & ensnaring these dogs met with vacant & innocent stare from him.
me, coming menacingly close. Other dogs in outer circle
were trying to make circle smaller, every moment they Social life of this extended family was very vibrant and
were inching closer & closer. Deeply scared, all scenes observer’s delight. All the country cousins would come
of animals hunting in pack and pouncing on solitary rushing at Royal and would kiss each other. They would
prey shown in Animal Planet TV channel, flashed in gently rub Royal with their mouth and face for quite a
my mind. I could see their canine teeth protruding, time bestowing their love and affection. I had never seen
ominous expression on their faces, ready to charge at animals embracing each other earlier, other than selfless
any moment. Never felt so vulnerable and threatened in love of mother for its young ones, it was quite humbling to
life. More hapless they found me, more violently they see such kinship affection putting even human to shame.
started circling while making dangerous raw animalistic
grunting sound. All of a sudden, a solitary dog speeding If Royal saw me in this PDA, he would immediately
past the circle rushed at me, violently puffing, tail become conscious and would maintain calm,
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My Destination

- P Bharath Krishna ‘2k12

With every drop of sweat that fell Perspiration streamed past my temples
Glistening as it fell past the brow Clouding my vision from my goal
As the rumblings of the shoulders
And cracking of the joints gave away As the dying lungs squealed for respite
Adrenaline coursed through my veins
The heart floated like a summer cloud Panting breaths quickened the pulse
Husked of its outer shambles
Its whispers echoed in the air A racehorse pounded my chest
A sweet melody of a forthcoming triumph
My mind sprang into a delirium
That moment I yearned for in my life As the eyes met the final red
Reprising in my dreams endlessly
Like musical notes on a pipe With the last ounce of strength
Bewitching me in its mesmerizing spell The limbs ceded to the unknown

As millions stood on their toes With victory at a stone's throw
With bated breath and gaping mouths A glint edge sliced through my insides
Eyes wide as canons forgetting to blink
To see the annals of history rewritten Somewhere a chord had snapped
My face turned a deathly pale
The ends of my hairs rose in unison
A vicious silence filled my inner abyss The parched throat wept intense
Tiny drops from heaven cut me as under

A shrilled voice shattered my calm
I had reached my destination.

The Sharp Horns of Dilemma

Whether it was to be the first in answering - Poonam Kumari Saha ‘2k13
the tricky questions of the professors in the
class, whether it was to debate rigorously She was outgoing while I was very introvert. I preferred
and wittingly in the literary club, whether it was to to avoid talking to girls.
exhibit the best posters and paintings in the fine arts
exhibitions, there was one common name to all these: I never felt like studying Chemistry. But recently, I was
Prachi. After having entered IIT, she had gained the encountering some changes in me. Wooden racks with
reputation of a celebrity in the college in a short span of beakers filled with colorful chemicals, bringing life
just two months. Besides, she was the kholu (opening to chemical equations into the test tubes, dyeing our
ranker of the college). white aprons red and yellow were giving me delight; I
was enjoying my weekly routine of Chemistry Lab. This
To my amazement, she was a short-heighted girl with was possible because we had consecutive roll numbers.
long hair tied into a ponytail. She was an average Initially, news of me clubbing with a girl gave me goose
looking girl with dusky complexion. Simplicity was bumps. Like an obedient child, I used to search for
typical to her style. She appeared studious. There was the required chemicals in the laboratory. She, like an
an extraordinary spark of confidence on her face. Her expert, used to perform the experiments with patience
intelligence level coupled with her talents presented an and precision. I was too shy to talk. So, she was the one
aura that commanded her respect. who initiated conversation most of the time. As the days
passed, I was feeling comfortable in her company. Our
level of conversation upgraded from talks on chemical

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equations to what plans we had for future. to read her message: “Hello Pallav Jain, the son of Mr.
Subhash Jain! You are exposed now.” I got frightened
Lab sessions ended but our familiarity began with and instantly called her up to apologize and got a sigh
this. Sharing notes and discussions on study related of relief only when she assured that she didn’t mind
topics kept us connected and gave us opportunities to that. Though the unknown person was revealed, my
discover each other. I was spending more time with her. acquaintance with her gained another level.
It was only when second year was approaching its end
and preparation for bagging coveted internships started Unlimited messaging on a cheap tariff was common
building pressure that our life turned busier than ever. those days. My free time was going in chatting with
But this bustling period ended well with both of us her; the range of topics on which we could chat was
getting internship offers in the same city. getting wider. I came to know about her culinary skills
and her kind act of teaching some children from her
Two years had passed, but surprisingly, our contact locality free of cost during vacations. I was taken aback
number was yet to be exchanged. And it was our winter at my discovery about her which further intensified my
vacation with internship offers in our hands. We had interest in her.
no targets to achieve; we could relax. So, what do you
think – I got her number from her friend and called her Those days were passing like heaven; I started avoiding
up – and the contact numbers got exchanged? outings with my friends during evening to continue
texting with her. My every single moment was made
Sometimes, even expected events take unexpected available for her and she was unknowingly making
twists and leave us with experiences worth remembering her time available for me. Our mornings started by
in future. exchanging good morning wishes and then our chatting
continued endlessly, except for little interruptions
With an ordinary purpose to stay in touch with each during lunch and dinner. Lying on bed with my eyes
other during vacation, I texted her. closed to see her images in mind was a new way of
my meditation which gave me immense peace. My
I : Hello Prachi! How are you? I am Pallav. mother was worried to spot me most of the time with
my phone plugged in for charging and my fingers busy
Prachi : Are you sure? typing messages on the phone.

I (realizing that she was perhaps annoyed with Gradually, we were discovering more about each other’s
anonymous calls and texts) : Yes, I am sure. thinking and perception about life. A compatibility test
seems to be running in my subconscious mind which
But she didn't reply further. After a few minutes, I got always said yes to her despite few conflicts in our
her message on Facebook which read : “Hey! thoughts. My growing emotions for her came to the
brink when I visited my sister’s house for two days and
9587612345… Is this you?” my SIM card was on roaming. Texting her every single
moment was dearer for my pocket and the rewards of
It instantly aroused my inner self which was different being a guest at my sister’s house left me with practically
from my outer self. Besides studying for IAS and no private time. I was missing her badly and perhaps,
internship, I loved to play pranks on people, and the she was missing me too. After all, we were addicted to
free time and her unexpected reply gave it a kick. text each other. Second midnight, I managed to call her.
The deepness and heaviness in our voice with which we
I replied her saying ‘No.’ talked implicitly revealed our feelings for each other.

Now, our celebrity became a detective. She gave The pleasing cold winter vacation ended gifting me a
me several calls which I avoided. Meanwhile, I kept cute little girlfriend.
assuring her through our conversation on Facebook
that the guy might be someone else. Two days passed
like this and the process of revealing the unknown
person continued. I was taking pleasure in playing that
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Back in college, we were seeing each other in different mirror of a truth and soon, I saw it getting broken
light. The passing time strengthened our bond, and we into countless little pieces hurting both of us; I had no
both seemed excited for our internship at Bengaluru. courage to repair it.
Time flew quickly and we were at Bengaluru. Internship
schedule was very hectic but meeting at weekends couldn’t She had texted me expressing her love for me: “Pallav, I
be stopped. Every meeting brought new colors to our life. think that I am in love with you.”
Watching her in salwar suit with her dupatta floating in
the air was like a dream come true for me, and ‘accidental’ Instead of jumping for joy, I was getting panic attacks.
hand-touching used to give me electric shocks. The question that was lying dormant in my sub-
conscious mind surfaced. Would my strictly religious
One weekend, while she was sitting behind me on a mother ever accept a Hindu daughter-in-law into a
scooty, it started to drizzle. We were slightly wet and Jain family? Was I courageous enough to withstand
shivering in cold. The touch of her head on my back while the societal pressure against inter-religion marriage?
she was making efforts to hide behind me from rain was I was realizing that it was me who fell in love first; it
exciting me. The rain drops falling on my spectacles were was me who induced in her the feelings of love; it
hindering my vision and we decided to stand in a nearby was me who initiated a relationship to which I myself
shed. But before I could stop, she expressed her desire to couldn’t commit. The feelings of guilt, worry, and fear
try hands at driving (She had once started learning how were overshadowing my vision, and I cowardly chose
to drive scooty but discontinued soon after her classes to flee than to face her. I neither gave her the reply nor
started). I slid back giving her space to sit in front of me the reason for it. I avoided talking to her by pretending
and take command. She started to drive. She was doing I was busy with my preparations. I talked only when
the very common mistake of accelerating the vehicle she tried to talk, and that gradually reduced to a call
while holding the breaks. In my attempt to prevent in a month and then in two months and finally, none.
imbalance, I tried to hold the handles but accidentally Perhaps, she guessed the reason.
kept my hands on hers. The touch of her hands was
heavenly. I felt a feeling passing between us and was As years rolled by, books became my friend. I graduated
lost in it. Soon I realized, she might resist it which she and thereafter joined Indian Administrative Service.
did, and I lifted my hands. As soon as she gained a little Hectic workloads, frequent tours to rural hinterland,
confidence in driving, we jumped over a speed-breaker and tackling immense political pressures became the
and my hands fell on her shoulders seeking support. She limited dimensions of my life.
didn’t resist this time. It was perhaps she understood that
it was not intentional. Sometimes, when I had little time, I wondered that life
was another name of change. In the midst of moving
That day was over but it took us nearly a week to get forward, I had no idea when my feelings of love for her
over the emotional impact it had left on our minds. The subsided.
power of touch conveyed more than we could ever do.
We made implicit promises of love. Surely, that city gave Truly, life is unpredictable. No one knows what happens
me the most beautiful moment to cherish with her. next.

We reached our final year in the college with busy days It was the day when I was travelling to Bengaluru to
awaiting us. Our preparation for campus placements attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years
with my preparation for civil services examination in since we graduated from the same college. This wedding
addition to it kept us busy but talking to each other was also going to be a reunion of our batchmates. But
was then a part of our life, and no excuses existed for what I didn’t know was that the reunion would begin
passionate lovers. much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the
airline counter of the Delhi Airport.
And then came the black day of my life; I faced the
I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long
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her. And then 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, daunting challenges.
she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places
ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the Back to Bengaluru, I found her mingling with friends
college farewell. in the function with the same old energy as if nothing
had changed in her life. But news of her being left alone
Glimpse of her in beautifully embroidered orange sari has changed my life. The world inside me was in sharp
which she had worn on the day of farewell instantly contrast with that of outside. While people were getting
captured my mind and a shiver ran down my spine. The more deeply involved in the ceremony with the passing
flashback from treasured memories began. All of a sudden, of each ritual, I was going through a brainstorming
her smiling face, boisterous laugh, witty jokes, and many session deep inside my mind. My perception was
such thoughts started popping up in my mind. Only one getting bombarded by numerous revolutionary
thing was occurring to me: I was not at all prepared to thoughts which made me feel myself responsible for
meet her like this. I was feeling very awkward; especially, her fate. If I had shown a little courage in the past, our
after how abruptly I had ended my relationship with her. life would have been something different that day.
I wanted to run away; I wanted to hide my face but alas!
I couldn’t do that. Somehow, I hid my hesitations and To look at something different as though we had never seen
managed to shake hands with her. I didn’t know what to it before requires great courage. And I had that courage that
speak. So, what I did was only stammer. day; I was then a different man; I was an IAS officer; I was
independent; I no longer feared unjust societal pressure;
As I gained stability, I noticed nearly a year old little baby I didn't care about convincing my mother. I wanted to
girl beside her; cute just like her mother. So, she was rectify the mistake which I had committed long back in
married and she was a mother too. We had a couple of the past; I wanted to revive my feelings for her; I wanted to
hours left for flight. We took coffee and began the usual marry her and adopt her child as well. But the only hurdle
conversation. I took proud in telling her about my life as that I needed to cross was to face her.
an IAS officer and my foreign trip to Singapore during
probation. She told me about her job life, but was stuck The ceremony ended in the morning and we had a
when I asked her about her husband. She had lost her whole day left before we leave the place. I gathered
husband in a car accident last year leaving behind him a inner strength and initiated talk with her. Starting from
child of just two months in her lap. I was deeply shocked how my professional life was, I tried to move on to
and my voice weighed heavier in sympathy, but her face topics pertaining to her life. But she was only listening.
showed no signs of complaint from her life. Still I kept hopes and continued the conversation. After
some half an hour, she broke down and slightly pushed
Our flight arrived and we took our seats. The flight me back. And she herself sat down on a chair with her
seemed longer than usual with my head spinning with teary drops rolling down her cheeks. Silence prevailed
various thoughts about her. I was feeling as if not only in the atmosphere. She kept looking at me for several
me but God had also been very harsh on her. A cheerful
life was left alone to face the deadly world and its minutes as if she was trying
to read my mind. And when
she spoke, I was awestruck.
She asked, “When are you

coming to take me home?”

Wow, what a feeling it
was! This time, there was
no confusion in my mind. I
hugged her tightly and whispered
into her ears the three golden words: I
love you.

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