Saturday, December 5, 2009

In The VIP Lane

Since time in memorial Iv been driving cars all around. Sometime going to Bhilai - Bilaspur - Korba and so on. The whole world knows that drunk Truck Drivers of our country are a nuisance on highways. They don't use dipper at night, have funky slogans written behind their over-loaded dusty vehicles [which distracts us], start chatting and fighting with fellow truck drivers - at the middle of the road and above all don't give side to honking private vehicles.
Manya times Iv also observed a long cavalcade of VIP vehicles with sirens scorching the roads of Chhattisgarh. All these red light vehicles would follow each other sincerely in a straight line like troops of ants. The overcrowded policemen huddled inside most of these VIP vehicles would wave their red radium pasted batons in the air and shout at everyone to pave the way for the VIP cavalcade. The traffic police guys on the road, not only stop the traffic for them but also salute the inhabitants of the motorcade.
Then, an innovative idea popped into my mind. From then onwards, whenever I see a VIP cavalcade coming, I also join them from behind. All of a sudden, my tortoise paced car, starts covering ground at lightening speed, as if it's powered by a jet engine. 2-3 times though I had minor hiccups - once while in Bilaspur city, a traffic policeman tried to stop me, as he was not sure whether my last car was a part of the passing VIP entourage - I immediately put on the car's headlights at daytime and with a stern look at the policeman shouted > 'Ay Move Aside'...

Monday, November 2, 2009

A Visit To The Famous 'BHILAI STEEL PLANT'

On 30:10:09 - I visited Bhilai Steel Plant in Chhattisgarh. With a surface area of about 9 km of length and breath, it looks like a huge ship from Satellite images. With a total worker strength around 1 lakh [35,000 of them registered as permanent employees] and annual turnover of 5 million tonnes - it is the largest steel plant of the country and a shining example of Indo-Russian Industrial Co-operation.

After completing the necessary formalities from the Public Relations Office, I along with our College staff and examiners ventured into the polluted plant with a senior BSP officer. We were instructed to strictly wear helmets inside the plant premises.
Our first stop was at the No 1 blast furnace, where we hesitantly climbed the scary 3 storied high steel steps. There were in all 7 blast furnaces. This particular furnace was inaugurated by none other than Pt Nehru 50 yr ago and it was still running non-stop after half a century. Amazing isn't it! Mammoth blast furnaces convert iron-ore into liquid state, from there it is modified by changing it's composition, to form Steel for railway tracks, coils, sheets, pipes etc. Since the last 50 years - iron ore for the plant was being supplied by Dallirajra mines but now in the wake of depleted supply from Dallirajra - BSP is eyeing the Ravghat mines in CG to provide its raw material for another 50 years.

People were working in inhumane conditions - despite loud noise and heat [iron ore melts at 1300 degree Celcius]. There were some prohibited gas leakages areas too. The guy incharge of the blast furnace was kind enough to explain everything what was going on at the Vocanic site. How they recycled gases and ash from the furnace. Below the scary steel railings, I could see huge containers of liquified iron ore, which were moved by rail engines. Literally - earth moved underneath my feet, pulled by rail engines. The place was filled with dust, smoke and ash. To make matters worse, we were informed that accidents were a common thing inside the plant.
After coming out alive from the blast furnace, we were transported to the 'Coke Oven Plant'. Here coal was seen flowing from huge vertical chambers into a sloping area. Here the coal's properties are modified so as to make it lighter and it's burning efficacy is increased. The Steel plant here looked more like post Hiroshima nightmare.
Gas pipes containing toxic gases were seen intertwined inside the plant. Water tanks, office buildings and railway track network seemed to pop up everywhere. We were told that majority of the steel required for the famous Bandra-Worli bridge in Mumbai was provided by SAIL and Bhilai Steel Plant [15,000 thousand tonnes to be precise.]

Lastly we visited the Railway Tracks manufacturing plant, where red hot steel-like pipes were seen moving to and fro from opposite directions. Somewhere at mid-way, these tracks were cut intermittently. Incidently BSP is the only steel plant in India which manufactures Railway Tracks.

Interestingly most people of Chhattisgarh [like me] know Bhilai Steel Plant since childhood but had never visited. Seeing those heapes of ashes around me, I said to myself - '1 day every human being turns into Ash' - Aah !

Friday, October 9, 2009

Why Me ???

1) The first incident is of 2005 - while travelling to Rajnandgaon Dental College in my Tavera vehicle - I had stopped in a Reliance Petrol pump for fuel. After filling up the tank, as I was about to leave the Petrol station, I realized that the Petrol vendors had charged me more for 30 lts of Diesel. I immediately stopped my Tavera and asked them for an explanation.
I nearly got a heart attack when one of the boy sternly said - ''The PETROL price has increased Sir''. After prolonged persuasion - they emptied the whole Petrol from my Diesel vehicle and refilled it with Diesel. The sprawling Reliance petrol pump [which unfortunately belonged to one of my Raipur friends] in the outskirts of Rajnandgaon town stands closed as of now. I can just imagine what would have been happening to its poor customers !

2) The second incident is of 2009 - at Raipur city's busiest M G Road. After purchasing few Lights for home from an electrical shop, as I and my electrician returned back towards my Wagon R, we found that it had disappeared. Instead a light Blue coloured Wagon R was parked right at it's place. Many questions started coming to my mind - the traffic guys must have taken it away. Then I thought so as to why didn't they take away this blue car. With so much of traffic, how did they manage to take my car away? How has the traffic police become so efficient that they took my vehicle within 5 minutes ???

Then I heard loud laughter noises coming inside from the shop - in front of which the vehicle was parked. I saw two tomato-faced Sindhis laughing whole heartedly. I could make out that they were laughing at us. I was about to leave for the Traffic Police Station, when my electrician asked me - Sir what is the number of the vehicle? I didn't remember the new vehicle's number but told him that there was no zero in it. Then he shouted SIR over there - over there. As I looked towards the direction of his finger - I recognized that my poor baby was parked in an absurd position in front of a hardware shop, about 25-30 feet away from the position where we had left it. One of its tyres had plunged into a ditch - 2-3 people stood gazing at it। Then they started screaming at us - आपकी गाड़ी अपने आप हमारे दुकान के सामने आकर खड़े हो गयी है - लोग उसके नीचे आते आते बचे हैं !

I realized my mistake - that I had left the vehicle in Neutral gear without pulling the handbrake. But then also how did it start moving on it's own ? Maybe because of the road slope in front. Before fleeing the scene hurriedly, I told the agitated businessmen - गाड़ी का ब्रेक फ़ैल है भैय्या - वहीं ले जा रहा हूँ बनाने !

3) On Sunday 25th January 2009 - I was once again invited by a strong local Sindhi community gathering to render free dental check-up services, along with few other renowned city doctors of Raipur. The camp went on smoothly for sometime, till they served Veg food. After having a heavy lunch as I was slowly rocking on the cheap red coloured plastic chair - the weak chair broke down into tiny unrepairable pieces. Luckily there were not many people/doctors at that time. As I lay horizontally flat on the floor, few good samaritans helped me to stand-up and placed one chair over the other for my future bums-support. Luckily. I escaped with minor knee [brain] injury. God Bless Me & all those who sit on these types of cheeky chairs !


4) On 28th Sept 2009 Dassehra day - I was at Bhilai for my annual attendance at Durga Puja festivities at Sector 1 Durga Puja Pandal. I reached the venue early and waited for my Bhilai Bengo relatives to arrive. A crowd of about 200-250 people had gathered for the hot Puja lunch. As usual my excitement for Durga Puja celebrations were centred on the 'Khichdi Bhog' which we get in Handi's - the sweet red tomato 'Chutney' and 'Payash' - thick sweetened milk with rice.

As I stood in front of the Durga statue, with an eye at the slow Handi distribution services - I felt that someone was watching me. I turned around but there was no one in the crowd whom I knew or was looking at me. After a few seconds I again turned around AND this time I saw a light brown coloured a Holy Cow staring at me.

Our eyes were focused on each other for few seconds AND then the wild beast raised her tail and started running towards me angrily for 10-15 feet. Watching the comedial chase, 100 people from the crowd instantly burst into laughter. She had short and sturdy horns and was averagely built. My Bong relatives immediately frightened the cow and she left.

After 5 minutes when I was having my Khichdi Bhog - my eagle eyes again spotted the same ruthless animal which had started to come close to me on the pretext of eating fresh grass. I immediately informed my relatives of the wild beast's intentions and this time the cow was chased & stoned away for some distance.

I couldn't understand the rationale of the wild beast's charge - maybe it was because I was wearing a red striped shirt but red colour enemity is supposed to be with the bulls and not the sacred cows. There are some things in life which have no answers my friends ...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

A Doctor's Tale

Sometime in 1992 - I was travelling from Amravati - Raipur by bus. As there was no direct bus service from Amravati-Raipur, we had to change our bus at Nagpur. The students from MP usually preferred to travel by bus rather than train, as Amravati town didn't have a mainline train station and everyone had to travel 8-10 km uptill Badnera station.

My friends usually dropped home-going college girls on their bikes - right uptill the Badnera station platform - even handing them food stuff, water bottles and useless magazines for the journey - Any male student was straight-forwardly denied any such 'Appeasement Drops'.

So, it was wintertime and I was travelling alone. The bus stopped at Gitanjali Talkies area in Nagpur. The travel agents as usual started screaming - to catch Raipur passengers. All the outbound station buses had left and the Jabalpur bus was the last to depart. Due to insufficient passengers, there was now a real possibility of cancellation for Raipur bus. Already tired and feeling sleepy - I just prayed to God for the bus run. In desperation I even started asking the baggage carrying visiting passengers, whether they wished to go to Raipur and become ny co-passengers.

Anyway, after eating the green chilly stuffed special soft bread omelettes again and again - I had started to feel tired & bored by now. It was proving to be an endless wait. I couldn't afford further to hear the maddening voices of the travel agents, shouting non-stop in anticipation for their Raipur trip passengers.

I moved away from the place and sat alone in a dark pathway area beside the main Central Avenue road. All sorts of people were walking in front of me - some were beggars, some were selling peanuts, others were selling fruits and so on.

My eagle eyes fell on a smart young chap around 14-15 yr old who was carrying something with him. I thought he was a shoe polisher and I whistled in a particular bird-like sound [like people call waiters in a restaurant] - he instantly grabbed my attention and started coming towards me.

As he came nearer, I saw that his dust filled wooden carrycase had lots of coloured liquid filled bottles and broken broomstick twigs. He fluently spoke Marathi which I couldn't understand a bit. I started speaking to him in my rag-tag Marathi - 'kai karto tumi - e madhe ka hai- and so on'.

He said just 1 thing - 'Kaan Doctor' - Well during the journey my ears had already become cold - although I was allotted my favourite 5 no front window seat but it's glass had a hole. I immediately understood that there is God in this world and he had sent someone to relieve me of my ear irritation, but then I looked at the boy in dim light and started thinking all sorts of imaginative and creative thoughts about him.
I started to admire our country's old and traditional treatment methods & techniques, which were still carried on generations after generations by such poor boys, who earned just peanuts.

Then someone shouted for that guy and he started moving away from me. I called him instantly and without any hesitation, offered him my irritating ears.

I couldn't stop myself - looking at his medicaments and the broomstick twigs. He just asked me to feel relaxed and comfortable. He took out the longest twig from his rag-tag box, placed some cotton-like thing at one end, dipped it in 2 different liquids and slowly started to venture inside my healthy right ear.
I asked his to stop - there was some language problem and he went on drilling the ear - till I screamed with pain - Ah! - Ah !

I immediately stood up holding my right ear and felt unconscious. The half-broken twig was still loitering inside my ear, which I removed myself.

As I sat down again with severe pain, waving my hands trying to tell him to stop - the young doctor forcefully caught my neck from behind and pushed the head on the left side. As I was in Semiconscious State I couldn't speak anything. I think he then took out a used syringe - filled it with a coloured liquid and without injecting - just filled my right ear completely with a thick 'hair oil like smelling' solution.

If that was not all, with my head already turned on the left side and the neck firmly held by the guru ghantal - he started shaking my neck and thumping the right ear, so as to drain out the mysterious liquid' from my left ear.

I shouted - 'POLICE - POLICE' and ran towards the Travel Agency's Office.

Finally - the travel guys could only get 3-4 passengers for Raipur and left for Raipur anticipating that they would get passengers on the way.

Within a few months, a direct bus service was started between Amravati-Raipur by Kanker Travels and for another 5 years I kept coming home regularly by bus - praying to God that the bus doesn't stop at Gitanjali Talkies area - where the young doctor would be waiting with his twigs and liquids. Whoa ! Surely A Lifetime Experience To Remember !

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009

JAI GANESH - JAI GANESH - JAI GANESH DEVA

Since a long time I have been thinking of working 24 hrs a day. Daily after 9 pm I am totally free and very hungry. An innovative idea has just creeped into my mind. If the honourable Ganesh Festival Organizers permit - then I am ready to get dressed up as Ganeshji and sit out overnight for them on the stage.
What is there - You tell me. They just have to provide me with half naked Fakir like clothes and a chair [with cushion offcourse]. With bare essential clothing and an exposed tummy - Im sure I won't disappoint the organizers or the devotees and try to live upto their expectations.
I will bless everyone - what is there in it ? A 'Live God' is better than a statue - my dear friends.
And what do I ask for in return??? Nothing - I don't want any salary - I can manage with paltry lower denominated donations from my disciples and I am even ready to eat their offerings of sour coconuts, stale pedas, rotten apples and bananas. Im also ready to happily share the stage with the mice around me.
At the end of the festival - they can save the environment and prevent water pollution, by happily throwing me in a swimming pool.
Anyone is Listening ???

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Micro Implant Anchorage In Orthodontics

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Friends - I Have Stopped Drinking !

When I went away to college, I was a nondrinker. My high school friends and I thought that underage alcohol consumption was something for troublemakers and bad students. It’s not that I was a product of religious conservatism or an alcoholic family – I just didn’t see the appeal of alcohol. I was far more interested in my academic pursuits.

Although it took until fifth year of college, I finally caved and experimented with alcohol. Succumbing to peer pressure, I wanted to avoid the stigma of being a nondrinker and to understand what all the fuss was about. Throughout my four years, I drank on a regular basis, though less often than most of my peers. During my years as a “young professional,” I continued to drink on occasions, but it became more expensive and less fun. And I never acquired a taste for it. Ultimately, I stopped drinking alcohol altogether.

As a nondrinker, I face lots of questions and criticisms about my choice.
Leaving drinks was like taking yucky medication without an ailment. I tried to focus on the “positive” effects of alcohol and ignore the taste, undue expense, and setting. Now that I’m closing in on 35 years of age, I’ve finally found the nerve to confront the peer pressure and explain to people – in the face of scorn, pity, and even rejection – that I just don’t really want to drink alcohol.

I hope that, by sharing my reasons, other people who can relate will also feel empowered to stop or change their consumption levels. I also hope that people who do drink will be more understanding of us nondrinkers and not jump to conclusions that we’re cranky alcoholics, boring teetotalers, or people out to put them down.

Reason 1: Taste

I’ve tried wine, light beer, dark beer, vodka, rum, gin, tequila, brandy, Single Malt and most other types of alcohol. And none of them have ever hit the spot. There was no taste for me to acquire – no subtle flavor for me to enjoy. Yet I can’t tell you how many times I went to a bar with friends and agreed to join in on a pitcher of beer or take a shot, even though I just wanted an ice cold pepsi, water, juice, soda, tea – those beverages sounded so satisfying and tasty that I finally decided to buck convention and start ordering what I wanted, even if it meant I was the only nondrinker in the group. No more swallowing down a beverage I dislike while pretending it tastes great.

Reason 2: Cost

A night out at a bar or a private party at home, really puts a dent in your wallet. I resorted to using simple economic reasoning. For me, alcohol was providing very little utility relative to its price. Drinking a beer was more “work” than it was worth, and I finally felt comfortable admitting that.

Reason 3: Clarification of Friendships

I took great care in expressing my decision to friends. I tried not to make them feel like I was rejecting or judging them for still drinking. I explained that I wanted to join them for occasional happy hours or bar nights but that I’d be drinking something nonalcoholic. I also expressed my hope that we could do more things that did not involve drinking because I had the most fun when everyone was sober. And wow, did I learn a lot about my friends! Some folks were offended and defensive, shunning me. Others shrugged and said “whatever.” And still others were supportive and understanding, commenting that they too felt an undue social emphasis is placed on drinking.

Reason 4: Physical Effects
While I rarely drank to excess, I found that even the milder physical effects of alcohol were still undesirable. The novelty of being relaxed and losing some inhibition had worn off. Feeling dehydrated, smelling like alcohol (and often the accompanying smoke), losing verbal prowess, and deadening my motor skills were all immediate physical effects that, upon reflection, seemed undesirable. I found other, more personally rewarding ways to relax and take the “edge” off, and none of them involve substances. At least for me, drinking seemed like a way to avoid confronting real causes of stress or tension

Reason 5: Context

At most venues that serve alcohol, there are always some patrons who drink too much and can’t control themselves. They become so loud, boorish, messy, clumsy, or aggressive that they taint the experience for other people (instead of providing mere amusement). While I still visit private parties from time to time, I found that reducing my exposure to alcohol has also reduced my exposure to idiotic behavior. I finally admitted to myself that I have more fun around people who are sober. If I am with the right people, they’re just as fun (or more even fun) when not drinking. This doesn’t mean that I see all drinkers as buffoons, but we all know that alcohol has a tendency to bring out bad qualities in certain people.

Reason 6: Self-Confidence

When I think about my best qualities, I think about my intellect, my creativity, and my unique role within a circle of friends. Around the time I stopped drinking, I realized how rewarding it is to make a change that feels positive, even though it may draw criticism, skepticism, or other challenging reactions. For me, it was very freeing to question this social convention and start doing my own thing. I think it has improved my self-confidence, which is ironic, considering that most people feel more confident socially when they are drinking alcohol. I’m a little different, and that’s okay. I can finally “own” that aspect of my personality.

Anyone who is considering reducing alcohol consumption needs to find their own reasons for doing so, but I hope that my reflections above provide some food for thought. Even as I reread my comments, I realize they may sound strange, yet I decided that honesty was most important – with myself and with other people. I don’t expect everyone to stop drinking alcohol. What I do expect, however, is respect for my decision.