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 Of Milk and metro-sexuality; Asa Ram’s prophecy

StoriesLong, long time ago, when grand ambition of Nehru had not seen the light of the day, when what now is Chandigarh was just an arid piece of land, dotted by hamlets; long before the partition of India, when the need to set up of capital of East Punjab was felt fore and long before Le Corbusier’s cubism had found recognition in the world, there lived a mystic, Asa Ram, at Sohana, a village that stands to the south-west of the City Beautiful.   Around Asa Ram, who lived in the earlier part of the twentieth century is woven a lot of folklore, myths and legends.  Very proud of his Puadhi (Ambala –Patiala region marked by a dialect by the same name) antecedents, Asa Ram would coin bolis and chandds (verses and couplets) impromptu and regale the audience with histrionics. Even today an annual jalsa is held in his memory where his devotees sing his paens while liquor flows freely in the congregation.  In one of his mystical trances the patron saint of Sohana had prophesied in chaste Puadhi; How true is his words have come true today. Sohana lies in the heart of the upcoming swanky, futuristic GMADA. How true his words are told when milk is being sold in cartons, pouches, bottles (Vita, Verka, and Amul variety) and metro-sexual looks and, cross-sexual dressing of the youth of the tri-city leaves the old timers guessing about the gender of the individual! How prophetic were Asa Ram's words.

Posted by sandeeps on Friday, August 27 @ 03:06:10 PDT (336 reads)
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 Gianiji’s resignation

Giani Kartar Singh, often, referred to as the faqir politician of Punjab, was an epitome of simplicity and austerity. All he carried with him, while traveling, was a spare kachhera(Sikh breeches) and a saffa (turban). In 1950s, he tendered his resignation from the Kairon ministry. After he resigned, he went into the back yard of his government bungalow, got hold of the spare kachhera and the saffa hanging on the string, and flinging them across on his shoulders, declared with the  abandon of a faqir, Sambh lo aapni sakar atte kothi…aseen tan pind nu challe (Take care of your government and your mansion, I am going back to my village). Alas! today’s politicians take quite a few days to move their lavish  and elaborate belongings—along with Pajeros, Prados and Labradors— from their government allotted house to their private mansions in Chandigarh itself, when they leave the government.

Posted by sandeeps on Friday, August 21 @ 14:35:52 PDT (270 reads)
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 The Jathedar's instructions

Jathedar Udham Singh Nagoke, the president of Shiromani Akali Dal, was dining at an at-home of S. Gian S. Rarewala, the premier of PEPSU.  The food was well-laid out on the dining table, but chappatis were being served hot, straight from the tawa, as per the instructions of the host. The Jathedar would down the small rounded chappati in a single bite, and then wait for his turn, till chappatis were served to all on the table. Two three such rounds, and the Jathedar was exasperated at the dead slow pace of chappati service at the Rarewalas. He caught hold of the chef, by his arm, and gave him a piece of mind. “Listen, my boy,” he said trying to set things right, “we do not eat by numbers. We eat by piles. Come to me, when you have a six inches high pile of chappatis. Only then would I be able to have the meal properly.” Rarewala could hardly conceal his embarrassment at the Nagoke’s instructions doled out at a not so appropriate time. But then, these are the ways of Jathedars!

Posted by sandeeps on Friday, August 07 @ 12:17:23 PDT (250 reads)
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 Leave the cane for sugarcane

This is another story about the legendary chief minister of Punjab, Partap Singh Kairon. In those days, the annual Matarani Da Mela, that used to be  held at Kurali in the erstwhile Distt. Ambala,was famous for the challenge fights of Jats. The Jats from one village used to throw a challenge, to those of others, for a fight with dangs (canes). The winners would remain champions for a year, and in the next Mela, they were again challenged for the title fight. Needless to say, the fight presented a gory spectacle with profuse flow of blood. Meanwhile, the government  planned to set up a sugar cane mill at Morinda, just a few miles away from Kurali. Inaugurating the mill, Kairon exhorted the farmers to take up sugarcane farming in his characteristic style—Jatto danga chadd do, ganne chuk lao. Tuhade Put Potte Kairon De Ditte Tohafe Nu Yaad Kariya Karnege. ‘O you farmers, leave the cane and adopt the sugar cane. Your children will value this gift (the mill) from Kairon.’The mill, indeed, played an indispensable role in bringing prosperity to Kharar-Kurali-Ropar-Samrala belt of the region. But, alas, due to corruption and mismanagement, the same mill is in deep financial crisis now and up for sale. Perhaps, the government seems to say the other way round now-Jatto ganne chad do, danga chuk lo.

   

Posted by sandeeps on Monday, August 03 @ 11:11:31 PDT (282 reads)
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 Kairon and the hare

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S. Partap S. Kairon, the chief minister of Punjab, was moving on a highway with his entourage. While his car was negotiating a curve, a hare tried to cross the road and mid-way decided against it, but by that time it was run over by the car. The chief minister asked the driver to stop. The rest of the cars also came to a grinding halt. As his officers and secretaries drew near to know what had happened, Kairon had a question, ready for them. “Tell me,” he enquired, “How did the hare die?” “Sir it was run over by the car,” said one. “Don’t state the obvious,” Kairon shot back. “Sir, it chose the wrong time to cross the road,” said another. “Sir, may be the hare was trifle too slow to cross the road in time,” echoed the third . “None of you could reach the heart of the matter,” said a not-so-amused Kairon.  “The hare died in a dilemma,” he said sagely. “Young men, while in the middle of the road, the hare decided to turn back and got crushed. Never be in a dilemma. If you decide to do something, do it right way or else stay away from it.” Such were the ingenious methods, Kairon employed to tutor his subordinates.





Posted by sandeeps on Wednesday, July 22 @ 10:05:33 PDT (236 reads)
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 Sarmukh Singh DIG

StoriesThe story dates back to 1960s, when a tall, well-built sardar, Sarmukh Singh of village Sarhali, Distt. Amritsar was serving as a DIG in the railway police. Sarmukh Singh, who wore a large moustache, was very proud of his career achievement. He would stand in front of the mirror, gloating over his success, fondly rubbing his moustache. He would say to himself: Wah bi Jatt de puttara, tu tan suhage te chaddea maan nahin see, hun ta tun DIG ayeein. Jithe marzi rail gaddi khadi karwan lewein! (Oh you son of farmer, as if  it wasn't enough for you to ride the ox driven land levelling planck, that you have become a DIG and can stop a train in its tracks, wherever you want). Of course, Sarmukh Singh's  self-aggrandizing wisdom was inspired from a Punjabi proverb, which says that the farmer gets a kick, riding  the ox driven wooden planck that levels his fields.  

Posted by sandeeps on Friday, July 17 @ 22:08:53 PDT (416 reads)
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 Sassi-Punnu

StoriesMy friend, Sarabjit Singh Ghuman, is brimming with stories from the cultural heritage of Punjab. Each conversation with him is a new chapter of learning. Yesterday, a long talk with him, veered around to Junoon's Sayeeo nee. I asked him about the connotations of the song. According to him, the song portrays the longing of Sassi for her beloved Punnu. It so happened that Punnu--a Baloch fell in love with Sassi--a Gujarati kudi. It  transpired that the kinsmen of Punnu, who didn't approve of the relationship, carried him away in an enbriated  state after a session of drinking and merry-making. Sassi, torn asunder by the separation ran after the Balochs, but by that time they had covered much distance. Unable to bear the heat of the desert and sorrow of parting, Sassi fell and died. It is said that the soul of Sassi still looks for her Punnu in those  rough terrains! However, what was new to me in the story was that Sassi, in fact, was  a  corruption of  the name Shashi--a hindi name for the moon. Of course, it seems very natural for a Gujarati girl to have the name Shashi...So this was the fable of Shashi-Punnu.

It left me wondering whether the song Dil Laigi Kudi Gujarat Di also refers to the tale of Shashi Punnu!

Posted by sandeeps on Tuesday, July 14 @ 14:00:05 PDT (777 reads)
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 Lexus

Storiessandeep writes "Perhaps, the biggest challenge Toyota has ever faced  is when they set-out to make a luxury sedan, all on their own. The Toyota management refused help from any of the famed luxury car manufacturers. Sarcastically, they named their car, Lexus--shortened form of 'Luxury US.' It took five years for the project to finish. And when they were done; they wanted to showcase their prowess in a unique manner. 15 goblets full of wine were placed on the bonnet of a Lexus in the pyramid shape. The car was made to accelerate from 0 to 40 miles an hour. And lo, the pyramid stood intact, not a goblet moved, not a drop of wine was spilt--so silent was its engine, so smooth the ride, and so good were the aerodynamics. Japanese after all are Japanese. And Americans are Americans!"

Posted by sandeeps on Tuesday, July 14 @ 13:09:44 PDT (276 reads)
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 Kairon and the Das Commission

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Sardar Partap Singh Kairon, chief minister of Punjab, was not only a successful administrator, but also a master of wit and repartee. In 1964, he had to submit his resignation, in wake of his indictment by the Das Commission, on charges of financial irregularities. Right after the press conference, in which he announced his resignation, a man stood up and bowed to the wily politician. Kairon, tired from the grilling by pressmen fumed, “There now, who are you?” “I am your Das (servant)”, the man replied obsequiously. Kairon retorted, “One Das has  scr**** me up, and what does the second one want”.


Posted by sandeeps on Monday, July 13 @ 01:03:04 PDT (885 reads)
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