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The temperature in the desert has come down but is still touching 40ºC + in the sun. Man, beast & plants are stressed. However, a welcome relief came when a heavy squall hit our city.   Trees extended their arms out as if telling everyone the direction in which the storm was passing. Some were bending over to say ‘Khammagani’ when two branches came together to join hands due to the force of the wind.   Many of our pots toppled over. A few branches broke. Old leaves took flight and dispersion of seeds took place.   First thing in the morning was to check the damage. Strong winds had given us the scare. Rain was welcome as it saved me from the fatigue of watering that day. The atmosphere was relieved of the dryness and heat. Birds were eagerly waiting at their grain bowl which was overflowing with rain water. Bajra had got soaked, they needed fresh grain.   Having assessed the storm damage, it was time to look around and enjoy the clean, serene an...

  Can someone tell me what is the national pass time? No, it is not elections or cockroaches. Wars are no more interesting. So read on……...   I get up quite early in the morning. To leave your air conditioned comfort zone has some time to go. What do you do in the meantime? The majority of us pick up our mobile phones to check the time. Some knock off to sleep again,   Having worn your spectacles, you ‘thumb print’ yourself like an ‘illiterate’ to access your mobile. These days to save your “data” from ‘unknown people’, you lock it with fingerprints and a pattern or both. Face recognition may not work because many are without makeup.   Many of us tend to forget the zig-zag pattern. Try opening a Gen Zs phone, it would be like the hairpin bends of jalebi mor in Ladakh. Zig-zag-zag-zig-scrambled zag and a straight zig. Simple!   What do you do now? Moment, you touch your phone, the ‘ting-ting’ starts going bonkers. Good morning messages start pou...

  Like every year, this year too I have taken upon myself to distribute 100 + tree saplings to all those folks who want to grow one plant in their lifetime. People show a lot of enthusiasm when I tell them that seedlings are available. People start calling to book them immediately. There could be no better way to celebrate “the world environment day.”   In the civilian world, punctuality has lost its significance. I give the distribution of saplings a fauji touch. People are given a one-hour slot, when one is generally in the garden. “You come late; the loss is yours” is my tag line. People understand, once a time has been given by Colonel Saab, he will stick to it. Still, a few pitch in a personal request with flimsy reasons like I am working, I am not well, I had to take my child to hospital etc. It is not in their DNA to be on time. I understand it and be flexible.   People don’t understand that to grow a seedling it takes so much effort. No one sees it. Very...

  These days pest control has become an important part of our daily lives. Though cockroaches and mice do not scare us, their occurrence in the house gives an uncomfortable feeling. Their mere presence appears that the home is unhygienic. Of course, they spread diseases, which is not an acceptable thing.   As the summers started to peak in the Sun City, these vermin found their way out of the dungeons and holes.   Cockroaches must be feeling the heat inside the gutters. The most adventurous kinds make their way up through drainage holes and explore places which they hadn’t tread before. The brown and winged creatures, with long whiskers, are trampled upon the moment they are spotted. A hit with a chappal is instinctive, but these guys escape.   Though the “Nau Tapa”, which is an annual phenomenon of extreme heat in the Thar desert, these guys find refuge in homes where adequate food and water is available.   Be that as it may. I shall talk ab...

  As days go by in a re-attired life, one sits down and recalls childhood days sometimes. What fun it used to be!   Those days, an air gun was the “boy-toy” in the house. The school campus where we used to stay was teeming with snakes, rats lizards, pigeons & partridges. Cobras would enter the “hen pen” and swallow their eggs and even strike a cock/hen. I am not using the word rooster, because we were taught it that way. The air gun used to come in handy.   The backyard being an open area had a lot of places for rats to hide. These rodents sometimes used to come indoors and frolic, toppling cups and saucers, eating food kept in the ‘Doli’, a wire mesh cupboard as good as a fridge of the good old days. They loved to feed on grains called “murgi-dana”, which used to be stored in drums for our poultry.   The cats were also the culprits to invite mice into the house. They would catch one and bring them to their kittens. Kittens loved to ‘toy’ with them....

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    When I was in school, mathematics troubled me. Dad’s colleagues took pains to help me learn the subject. I would go to their homes and get tutored and shall ever remain grateful. We were the “on-desk generation” and not the online one.   Those days, tuition was not appreciated because students were charged money. Later, private tuitions and coaching centers came up. Now it is an organized industry. These days coaching has become a must to crack competitive exams. However, its commercialization doesn’t gel with me. Kota is an example.   It was time to prepare for the NDA written exam. Our school teachers made sure that subjects were drummed into our heads. They would sit till the wee hours of the morning teaching us. That was their professionalism. They worked double harder than us, for us.   Now comes the preparation for SSB. The atmosphere and curriculum of the school helped us prepare for the coveted test. Ex-students would guide us. Still, n...