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MAATI KE MEETHE BOL
MAATI KE MEETHE BOL LT COL NOEL ELLIS 22/X/2022 My wife and I were sitting in our balcony when we saw a lady carrying something on her head and going door to door in the street across. My first instinct was to call security guards. Could she be a maid servant. That thought fizzled my urge to call the gate to check. It is quite common that people who are not that well to do, which are in large numbers in the state of Rajasthan, go ‘collecting Diwali’ from as many homes as they can. With Dhanteras and Choti Diwali round the bend before the main festival of Diwali, these visits are not out of the blue. When I returned for lunch from my daily chores, my wife disclosed who that unknown lady was and narrated the episode. Her story is important and a little touching too, so wanted to share it. She came to our door and said “main neech jaat ri koni.” Neech jaat, what neech jaat, why neech jaat and all such qu
TA TA THAIYYA
TA TA THAIYYA LT COL NOEL ELLIS 20/X/2022 Wasp’s sting and sting badly. The place where they sting not only hurts but swells up so much that swelling takes place over the eyes, irrespective where they bite. Though it has been long since one got bitten, these days, we see them flying all over. Chances to encounter one nasty yellow-orangish wasp are quite high. It all started with the rain water drain across our building. Once we would finish watering the pots some water would accumulate and stand for a while before it evaporated. This became a watering joint for the birds and the bees, wasps included. These insects would fly down out of nowhere and land at the edge of the water. Then slowly walk towards it and dip their pincers into it. Within seconds they would take off to be replaced by another set of wasps. They all look similar, if the same ones were returning, one would never know. But return the did, to drink more
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FRESH TÊTE-À-TÊTES
FRESH TÊTE-À-TÊTES LT COL NOEL ELLIS 14/X/2022 When I opened the door this morning, there was a chill in the air. Weather has cooled down drastically. Festive season is approaching. By the time the sun came up, I had finished my walk. It was time to meet my friends. The first one saves us humans from mosquitoes and keeps my plants safe from other insects. It is ‘Mr Spider.’ It was at work the whole night which I could make out. We had to exchange ideas. I asked, what was the ‘score’ last night. He flinched a little on his web. Not much work last night, he said. I could barely fill my tummy. I said, you look plump and probably are overeating. To which he replied, you humans will never understand. Winters are coming and we must store energy for that. Last year it was too cold and I just made it to spring. This year, I cannot take chances, he said. I see, but why do you wind up your web every morning? I was inquisit
DARBARA SINGH SAAB
DARBARA SINGH SAAB LT COL NOEL ELLIS 13/X/2022 As I scrolled WhatsApp today, the first picture was of Subedar Major Darbara Singh of the SIKH Regiment. I address him so because we saw him as Sub Maj in NDA. He later rose to be an Honorary Captain, which he well deserved. We fondly called him, ‘Darbara.’ If anyone could dwarf a drill instructor, it was this man. I am not sure how many inches above six feet he was but one thing was sure that no other Drill Ustad could match that personality. He would stand at the ‘Quarter Deck’ and keep an eye on every squad practicing across the length and breadth of the drill square. Instead of calling a Cadet ‘Dheela,’ it would be the instructor who feared to be called ‘dheela man.’ If Darbara was near any squad, drill instructors got into a tizzy. Rather grilling and drilling cadets, instructors used to shout at twice the decibel levels and stamp their feet fifty times harder than th