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    How times have changed? Every generation must be saying so. How time flies is an age-old adage too. How have things improved over the years? How technology has improved our lives is also what we are witnessing and experiencing every day.   It happened so that as I was taking my evening walk when someone on a cycle whizzed past. The speed was quite fast as I had a close brush. The street lights had not come on, so it was a near miss.   Kids today are engrossed in their own thoughts. Bindaas, carefree, happy go lucky, above all oblivious of their surroundings. Our colony being a gated one, they do not even bother to lock their bicycles. They crisscross the roads at will, ride on the wrong side as if it is their ‘baap ki sadak’ and rove in groups of five or more, occupying the complete road space.   With exams done and dusted, it is time to take out gadgets, bicycles being one. This time is the ‘best days of their lives’. What caught my attent...

    Today, the very concept of warfare has changed. There are no ethics left, no rules and regulations of engagement are followed. War is no more a conventional war as we knew it Weapon systems, ammunition and warheads have changed. Civil industry now has to step forward to pitch in to make war machines.   I remember the industrial belts of Ludhiana and Bhatinda. They could invent, reverse engineer, modify and manufacture anything, provided you paid them, gave them time and electricity to run their machines. That man in a grease smeared outfit could produce wonders.   It was during Op-Vijay, I witnessed their brilliant minds. The story goes this way.   Every company had a generator those days. My company was a little detached from the battalion. The battalion headquarters needed that generator. It was withdrawn one fine day.   We kept waiting for the war to start but the balloon never went up. It got limited to Kargil. However, we stayed...

  What is happening in this world? People have forgotten what peace is. Swear, I am not at all comfortable with the present situation. Though sitting in India and quite far away from where bombs are raining, I feel relatively safe. We are not affected directly, but indirectly we all are.   Imagine if there was total peace on earth. America was busy singing the blues and country music. Russia, doing the Cossack dance, Japan and Korea, busy producing electronics, China, teaching Kungfu to the world. India, busy with its cuisine and classical dances. People writing songs that voices never shared and no one dared, whispering the sound of   sirens.  Then the guns go silent.   What we hear instead is the sound of blasts, drones, aircrafts and missiles flying overhead. Huge bangs followed by a flash of a neon light. Lasers, tracers, smoke trails, dark clouds of burning oil are all over the place which once were part of ancient civilizations.   R...

  Let me narrate a story of five ‘unusual’ plants in our garden. Unusual in the sense, I have not seen people growing them deliberately, unless they have been planted by the government/NGO or have grown on their own.   I call this the story of a ‘tree with one leaf left’, ‘tree with two leaves’, a ‘tree with all leaves’, a ‘tree with sprouting leaves’ and a ‘tree without any leaves.’        Tree with one leaf reminds me of a story called the 'Last Leaf’ is a ‘Peepal’. It can grow anywhere, especially in cracks in walls, rather wherever birds which feed on its fruit do their droppings. If it grows Junglee, it is fine but the myth says that growing peepal deliberately is “Ashubh” or inauspicious. Why? No one has been able to give me a convincing answer. For us, a tree is a tree is a tree. Period.   There are stories of ‘bhoot-paraits’ and haunting spirits affiliated with this tree. Some say, under its shadow nothing else grows. Though, peepal i...

  ELLIS' GARDEN 12 MARCH 2026 DIL KHUSH ❤ 💙

  One thing I have realized that spending time with nature brings so much of mental peace. A small bird can just cheer you up. Her tweet can lift your mood. The sheer joy one derives from watching then come and play in your garden, feed, and bathe is just elevating. All those who do it know what I say and a request to those who haven’t must try it.   Morning time is the most hectic for the birds. They all know that their feed will be there. Their tweets and chirps are indicators of the happiness they enjoy. I am sure in between their tweets they chirp to thank us too.   Evenings are another kind of high. These days their feeders go empty by evening. The water bowls too are nearly at bottom levels, not because of their thirst but now they bathe in the bowl more often. The water sprinkled while they shake their bodies flies off emptying the bowl.   In the evening, when I go to the rooftop there is a different kind of hustle. A few sparrows, a pair of dove...