Honesty pays !

Honesty pays though it doesn’t seem to. Even if it doesn’t pay in physical terms, it has its own reward – a solace that is not easy to attain and retain in this wicked world of materialism. People may say that honesty-lovers have to languish in this money minded culture, but an honest man leads a dignified life keeping his head always high.

It so happened that I was to go to Shimla from Kumarsain. Getting no bus from the bus sta, I had to walk to Bhrara Kainchi. Suddenly, a white gypsy stopped just before me and the driver offered to take us to Shimla. Two or three other guys also boarded the gypsy, which the driver told, belonged to some government official.
On the way, I was ruminating as to how much money the fellow was going to extort from me. Meanwhile, some two guys got down the vehicle. They did not give any money to the driver nor did the latter ask for. I took it for that the guys might be known to the driver.
later the driver offered to drop us at the DC’s office at shimla. I happily approved the Idea. He dropped us at the DC’s office. While getting down the gypsy, I took out a hundred-rupee note and pushed it towards the driver. To my surprise the fellow said,” Janab, Muzhe haram ke paise de kar paap na karao.” (” Sir. please don’t allure me to commit a sin by offering me unjustified money.”) Hearing this from him, I was overwhelmed and I saluted him in the heart of my heart. He could have easily mustered about Rs 1,000 on that day, but perhaps his soul was alive. I often am reminded of the incident and it fills me with reverence for that driver and I would salute him as many times as I could.
The other day I was taking my kids along with my wife to the hospital. We boarded a bus to Bharara Kainchi and got there down to get another to the hospital. My wife suddenly realised that the small lovely purse she had got for our little daughter Aparajita, was missing. After a brief husband-wife brawl, the matter was forgotten, On one fine morning an unknown fellow tracked us down and told that he had got the purse that, he thought, was Aprajita’s. My little daughter danced gleefully while my faith in honest way of living further got cemented. I had no reason to think against the thinking- Honesty pays!



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Names have a lot to say

”What is in name?”—— The cliche of William Shakespeare had never troubled me nor had I ever thought  of being at variance with it until recently when I stumbled over a write-up of a blogger on nomenclature associated with this old and well acknowledged adage. How great a connoisseur Shakespeare was as a delineator of human soul, I don’t dare to touch upon the issue. But the very cliche irks me when I see the world going berserk for the sake of coining appropriate names for their newly borns.

Writers have put in huge efforts to publish books containing names. The proud father or mother doesn’t lose any opportunity of publicising among relatives to look for some lovely and appropriate names for their child so that they may choose the best from among the best conveyed to them. Purohita, on his part,  does his best to approve the name that would lead the child to fame with that specific name. Whether the child gets name and fame is another issue, but the Purohita gets plenty to make his pocket heavier. How shortsighted Shakespeare was to give such a naught to ‘names’!

In the old time, especially in countryside,  people used to name their newly borns by associating them to the month or day of birth – ‘Shukru’ (born on Friday) Manglu ( born on Tuesday) or Fagnhu ( born in the Hindi calender month of  Fagun). But now such names are rarely found among new generation, and if at all any exists, it becomes the target t of drollery.

I have another point that makes me go against the Shakespearean adage. In fact, we cannot make do without names. No names means having no proper nouns. Now imagine the language without  proper nouns, My god ! A world or language without proper noun ! There will be linguistic anarchy and communicative chaos. So we need names irrespective of what shakespeare said. And if we need them at all, why not have best of them?

Names have great significance. If we are not familiar with somebody, the mere name gives us an idea of the fellow. Suppose we hear of some unknown Ram or Ram lal or Ramu, The very neme  ‘Ram’  gives us the idea of a person being sedate fellow like the lord Rama. ‘Ram Lal ‘gives the idea of some ordinary man may be dudhwala. ‘Ramu’ gives a connotation of  somebody engaged in house keeping may be my or your servant. Now take my name Jagdish, You can perceive that this fellow seems to be having ordinary stature and reputation.  But if it becomes ‘Jagdeesh’, the things get bigger many fold and you can perceive an image of god which I won’t prefer to be, though sometime in my humanly pride, I thank my parents for giving me the name which reminds one of god.

The very names – Bengluru, Chennai, Puducherry, Mumbai – have a cultural and historical sense with them. Just pronouncing these names sends us to the social and cultural milieu related to these places.  Now why  spare Shakespeare, who, having given this cliche to the world to think over, himself chose the most appropriate names for his characters. Cordelia of King Lear Toby Belch of Twelfth Night, Prospero and  Miranda of the Tempest and many more are there which have beauty and significance of their own.

So, dear friends, Shakespeare himself was at variance with himself. Names can be perceived as being good or bad,  but people in this excessively busy world of fret and fury have no time to perceive the deeds. Perhaps ‘Rose’ will not smell as sweet as it does with this very name. Therefore. I have every right  and reason to believe – A bad name is worse than bad deeds.


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Quotes with time

They don't fail us.

Difficult: It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, It is because we do not dare that they are difficult.

Success and Luck: If you succeed, it’s hardwork. If other succeed,  it’s luck.  

Literature and Journalism: The only difference between literature and journalism is that journalist is unreadable and literature is not read.

College: A place where girls are after facts and boys are after figures.

Books: Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his are not new after all.

Good Books: A good book is opened with expectations and closed with profit.                                                                                                                

English: The only advantage of speaking in English is that you can abuse others as much as you like without hurting others’ feelings. The English language is like a woman’s ward-robe full of things she can’t use yet the one thing she needs, but can’t find .

Adopted from Encounters and Clippings by P D Maheshwari

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Interesting, amazing and informative

The longest word in English contains 1,89.819 letters. It is the chemical name of titin, which is the largest known protein. This word is disputed one and has not been included in dictionary (methionyl——-sootherleucine).

Pneumoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoicconiosis is the longest word found in a major dictionary. It is a technical word, in fact has been coined to describe a disease related to vocanoic eruption.

pseudopseudohypoparathyroiddism is another major technical word,  which is again a disease.

However, floccinaucinihilipilification is the widely accepted nontechnical word found in major dictionaries.

Honorificabilitudinitatibus is the longest word Shakespeare used in his play Love’s Labour Lost.

Stengths has single vowel and is the longest in this category.

Rhythms is the longest word without any vowel.

Dematoglyphics, miscongugatedly and uncopyrightables are the longest words without repeated letters.

The word which has vowels only is euouae, which is a musical term.
Now let us laugh it off: Smiles can be considered the longest word as it has miles between s’s. But beleagured can be considered even longer because it has a league.

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Viru Vs Tendulkar

"I see my reflection in Viru", says Sachin

If century is to be the touchstone of greatness of a cricketer as a batsman, double and triple is the better touchstone.Going by this logic. Sehwag neither can be nor should be compared with Tendulkar.
In fact, Sehwag stands out as an utility player. Nodoubt Tendulkar is the doyen of personal achievement, but Sehwag is the designer of victory. Personal achievement can not be placed at the higher pedestal when it comes to the common goal. The worshipper of Tendulkar may feel it difficult and irksome to digest but truth remains truth which is that Sehwag is unique batsman and even better than Tendulkar.
Even if we compare thew attitudes of the two cricketers, Sehwag seems to be psychologically more tough and less selfcentered. Whereas Tendulkar becomes overconscious  while in nineties, Sehwag doesn’t seem to be flustered by this. He doesn’t hesitate to hit six to complete his century- double or triple. Thats why he has two triple centuries to his credit and has the capability and capacity to hit more doubles and triples, and may be even four hundred. Though Tendulkar is more talented to do so. but he lacks the attitude necessary to perform the task.
These views may seem offensive to those who looks at cricket as a display of bookish tips and tricks, but to a clinical observer of the game, it is as good a truth as day and night. Sehwag’s two figure score can be worth Tendulkar’s century. Certainly, Sehwag can take the game away from the opponent not only in terms of runs, but also in terms of psychological edge, And cricket is, to a greater extent,  a game of nerves which Sehwag perhaps understands better than Tendulkar.
Tendulkar desist from playing the shots that has earlier cost him his wicket. But Viru loves to play these shots with more and more perfection and productivity. Therein lies his ownness for which he is waited for by spectators and cricket fans.
Kudos to Viru !

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Stupidity of cricketmaniacs

This is with us Indians that we overdo the things and associate everything to our personal emotions. Sometimes, I feel irritated by the attitude of the cricket loving people towards cricket and cricketers. They see cricketers as gods and demons in the one go. Whenever they play well, they are raised to the sky as if they were infallible. Whenever they lapse, they leave no stone unturned to make life miserable for them. We start giving master tips as if those players had undergone apprenticeship of cricketingfrom us. We are so much Tendulkarised that we forget that he is only a player, and definitely a player with exceptional prowess, but certainly not infallible. In fact, like other games cricket is also a game and must be viewed only as a game. In this respect, our media are also not behind. I was shocked, when the other day I saw two cricket crazy fellows coming to blows because one was for Sehwag while the other was hellbent on making the former worship Tendulkar as his god. R–UBBISH.

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Divine innocence

A child is nearest to god, and in him lies the innocence in its purest form. He can do or  say anything which no grownup would be able to. The other day when my son, Kshitij was four  and daughter, Aparajita was three, the both were having bath while my wife was just having a care-taking look at them. Kshitij happened to urinate during the bath. Aparajita, looking curiously asked, ” Mummi, when will I be able to urinate standing like  Kshitij!” ” When you will be grownup like me,” responded Kshitij as if he little champ had solved the most difficult problem existing in the world.

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