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MUSE WISHES ME ON MY RETIREMENT FROM BANK :

MUSE WISHES ME ON MY RETIREMENT FROM BANK:

Readers are aware of my frequent contributions to Muse, a reputed e-magazine. My journey with it started from5th September 2008and I have enjoyed every moment of my association with it till date. On my retirement from the Bank on30th May 2009, Dr Mallick ji and Shri Rao ji have conveyed their best wishes to me through the following posting reproduced from Muse. Thanks a lot to the entire Muse family! 

Opinion:

By Kumarendra Mallick,May 31, 2009,Hyderabad,

mallik_ku@yahoo.com 

Greetings to J S Broca

J S Broca, the ever smiling genial Banker, lays down his office today. During a very short period he has endeared himself with MuseIndiafamily and the readers with his jovial writings on any topic on the earth. An encyclopaedia of Hindi old songs, he has given links to numerous golden oldies and memorable dance sequences to enjoy particularly when the night gets dreamy. A storehouse of quotations, he has been collecting these from his very childhood and has several thousands on each and every topic.

His colleagues in Bank will certainly miss him from tomorrow (June 01, 2009) onward. But they can never forget him. Here in MuseIndiathere have been several write-ups, poems and comments for this occasion. MuseIndiacongratulates Jatinder Pal Singh Broca on the day of his retirement and wishes him very happy and long retired life full of activities. We pray for his happiness with his lovely family. May God bless you.

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I take this opportunity of wishing Jeetu ji, on behalf of Muse India as well as on my own, a happy and active life beyond retirement. Given his varied interests and irrepressible sense of humour, he is bound to remain popular and much-in-demand always. I wish that he be blessed with a healthy and long life so that he continues to spread cheer among all. In fact, for a person like Jeetu ji there is nothing like ‘retirement’ and he will ’bash on regardless’ to use Sam’s famous line.

G S P Rao,Hyderabad,May 31, 2009.

On my retirement…

On my retirement

My dear friend and fellow Muse-ician Dr Pooja, has penned a delightful poem for me on this occasion. Thanks Pooja.

Readers, here is the poem and a few responses on it from others of the Muse  Pariwar :

 Poetry

 Singh is King

(Mr J S Broca retires from active bank service on May 31, 2009. Today is his last working day. I wish to present this poem to Jitoo  uncle on this special day.)

 Self effacing about his achievements,

Interesting are his interpretations,

Nuggets of wisdom in all his lines,

‘Gutka’, a collection of Holy hymns from Guru Granth Sahib, he reads,

Happiness, humility and hard work are his keys,

‘Iron will’ he possesses and a ‘man of integrity’ he is,

Stalwart in every walk of life,

Knowledge and ability are his assets,

Irrepressible sense of humour contained in him,

Noteworthy examples are his novel ideas,

God bless him with all the happiness in life…

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I take this opportunity of wishing Jeetu ji, on behalf of Muse India as well as on my own, a happy and active life beyond retirement. Given his varied interests and irrepressible sense of humour, he is bound to remain popular and much-in-demand always. I wish that he be blessed with a healthy and long life so that he continues to spread cheer among all. In fact, for a person like Jeetu ji there is nothing like ‘retirement’ and he will ‘bash on regardless’ to use Sam’s famous line.

G S P Rao, Hyderabad, May 30th 2009.

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 Very affectionate and a warm tribute.

Mamta Agarwal, NOIDA, May 30th 2009.

All about a dhoti….

A NEWS ITEM
FROM HINDUSTAN TIMES DATED 29TH MAY 2009
After readng Atreya ji’s piece on Bipasha’s saree status in Muse ,I picked up a similar news item pertaining to the sorry state of affair about the dhoti. Here it is : 
Didi’s darlings take oath in dhotis:
Hours before being sworn in as Ministers of State, a few leaders of the Trinamool Congress were seen sweating it out in central Delhi’s crowded Karol Bagh market. Their mission: Buying a Bengali-style dhoti-kurta ensemble they’d been directed to wear at the swearing-in ceremony. After she arrived from Kolkata on Wednesday night, Trinamool Congress chief Mamata Banerjee (54) dropped this bombshell on six unsuspecting partymen.With the exception of Sisir Adhikari (69) and Sougata Roy (64), none of the quartet of minister designates — Mohan Jatua (71), Sultan Ahmed (56), Dinesh Trivedi (58) and Mukul Roy (55) — are known to be adept at tying the dhoti.Nervous about the dhoti falling at an inopportune moment, one leader is said to have gone scouting for dhotis with an elastic belt – like those worn by boys during the Durga Puja. His search was futile, party sources said.  “Ministers from Southern states wear the dhoti and the angawastram (stole), while Rajasthan politicians wear the safa (traditional headgear). I did ask them to wear the dhoti-kurta,” Banerjee said.“It felt special to be at Rashtrapati Bhawan in a dhoti,” Ahmed told HT. Trinamool ministers may have discovered hidden virtues of the dhoti for now, but the buzz is that they dread the uniform.“One can’t do daur dhoop (running around) in the dress. I think we’ll be asked to wear it only on special occasions”, said Ahmed.
1.My tryst with the Dhoti :
I recall a few anxious moments from my college days when I had to wear a dhoti while taking part in a college play.The item (dhoti) would not stay in place and I was worried of the consequences ( the word ” wardrobe malfunction ” had not been coined then ) while running around the stage.I had solved the problem by tying my leather belt tightly over the top portion of the dhoti so as to feel secure.
2.For those readers who would like to educate/re-educate themselves, here is an introductory piece from the following link :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhoti   :
3.The dhotī or doti in Hindi, Dhoti or Kachche Panche in Kannada, called Suriya in Assamese, Pancha in Telugu, Laacha in Punjabi, Mundu in Malayalam, Dhuti in Bangla, Veshti in Tamil, and Dhotar inMarathi, is the traditional garment of men’s wear in India. It is a rectangular piece of unstitched cloth, usually around 7 yards long, wrapped around the waist and the legs, and knotted at the waist.In northern India, the garment is worn with a Kurta on top, the combination known simply as “dhoti kurta”, or a dhuti panjabi in the East. In Tamil Nadu, it is worn with an angavastram (another unstitched cloth draped over the shoulders) or else with a chokka (shirt) inAndhra Pradesh or jubba (a local version of kurta). The lungi is a similar piece of cloth worn in similar manner, though only on informal occasions. The lungi is not as long and is basically a bigger version of a towel worn to fight the extremely hot weather in India. The sarong is another similar item of clothing.
4.Those interested in seeing pictures of different styles of tying the dhoti and various customs may kindly visit the above site. Have a nice “dekho”!
5. Looking to the plight of the politicians,I suggest that they also visit the following site :
http://www.fashiontemptations.com/how_to_wear_a_dhoti.htm
6. To make their and your work easier,here are some tips :
a). HOW TO WEAR A DHOTI :
1. The dhoti is one long piece of cloth.  Start by folding it in half so that it is half its original length.
2. Drape the dhoti behind you.  The stripe should be vertical and held at the top by the left hand. 
3. The top of the folded side should be in your right hand and the dhoti should drape almost to the ground behind your heels.
4. Bring together in front of you the folded side in your right hand to meet the stripe side in your left hand.
5. Hold both the folded and stripe side in your left hand and bring them at even tension directly to your left side, keeping the bottom of the dhoti level and near the ground.
6. Hold the stripe side in your left hand as you accordion fold the fold side with your right hand until it is even horizontally with your left leg.
7. There should now be a folded bunch in your right hand.  Slightly lift this bunch in your right hand as you bring the stripe side over it to your right side. 
8. The dhoti is now wrapped around you.  What is left is adjusting the tightness and rolling it down to hold the tension in place.
9. Take the bunch in your right hand twist it slightly together and to the left and slip the top side of the dhoti just over the bunch to hold it in place.
10. Even up the stripe side so that the stripe is vertical and the dhoti drapes level just above the floor.
11. Roll the top of the dhoti down to a comfortable waist level, somewhere below the belly button.
b).TIPS FOR COMFORT AND CONVENIENCE :
Dhotis do not have pockets, but they do have a roll at the waistline.  It is possible to carry small items such as keys, cash, and some IDs by placing them in the roll.  With some practice your items will be secure and easily accessible. 
Be careful going up steps.  It is easy to step on the dhoti, especially the left side (which is accordion folded).  Lifting the bunched accordion fold higher before rolling helps alleviate this problem. 
Silk dhotis do stay on.  I was surprised because I thought their slipperiness would make them slip right off.  I’ve danced the night away in a silk dhoti with no problem. 
You do not need to wear undergarments with your dhoti, but be aware the fabric is thin, especially in the back.  Wearing your white dhoti in the rain might be more interesting than you anticipated. 
Wind can blow open dhotis and when you sit down the dhoti may come slightly apart.  The more you overlap the fabric in the middle the less of a problem this is. 
 When you order a dhoti you will probably have to trim off the end.  If there is a seemingly useless strip of cloth attached by threads to either end of your dhoti cut it off.  This is just to keep the dhoti from fraying until it is sold. 
Dhotis do stop fraying naturally.  They do not just come apart after some time. 
Dhotis are traditionally worn very near the ground, almost touching.  If you plan on dancing in your dhoti, wrap it a little higher to keep it from being stepped on.
Fold the dhoti in half before drying it and make sure the stripes line up.  When you take it out of the dryer it should still be folded in half with the stipes lined up.  This is important for making sure the dhoti stays together well when it is wrapped.
7. I recall that sometime in 1975, a Bollywood movie titled ” Dhoti Lota Aur Chowpatty ” was released . It was directed by the comedian Mohan Choti.The movie did not create any major waves in the media but had some funny scenes and songs.The summary of the movie plot was as under:
An assortment of characters living near Juhu, Chowpatty, meet, share comic, romantic, and fight scenes. This movie is remebered for the reverse casting as main heros such as Dharam and Sanjeev have wee bit roles, whereas the wee bit character roles usally played by Mohan Choti, and Farida Jalal, are the main characters. This movie is also remembered for it’s songs: “Dhoti lota aur chowpatty yeh apne pyar ke saathi, eense apna rishta nahta, bakhi sarhi duniya maati..”; “Chal gai chal gai ishk ki goli chal gai…”; “Soh bar ki tobah phir bhi dil ne kar diya pyar, pyar, pyar, jo hoga dekha jayega jab ho hi gaya pyar pyar..”; “Thumak thumak chale chaal hath me kajal ki jori, gora badan, patli kamar…O gori tera roop bada mastana..”.
8. Opening a training school for teaching “The Fine Art Of Tying The Dhoti” is not a bad idea but whether it will get a good business to justify its viability and existence will need to be seen or “dhoti-tized” !!
Readers are invited to share their dhoti ideas and experiences . Long Live The Dhoti !!
 

Friend Satyananda wishes me …..

Friend Satyananda wishes me …..

Here’s another surprise bouquet from another dear fellow ex-banker and a Muse-ician on my approaching retirement on 30th May 09. I have made so many good friends on this forum which has given us all a platform to share with others -our poetry,our opinion,our experiences,our achievements,our concerns for the society,our dreams, our plans…. I humbly acknowledge this love and camraderie. Muse is a mini India representing unity in diversity ; we belong to diverse communities,come from diverse backgrounds,yet we share some genuine and true feelings on a variety of subjects of common interest.Here is what Satyanandaji has penned in his own distinct style and flavour : 

Poetry
By Ch J Satyananda Kumar, May 25, 2009
Visakhapatnam, john_satyanandakumar@yahoo.co.in
An ode to J S Broca
(Muse India ’s one of the most active and versatile members, Shri Jatinder Pal Singh Broca would retire from Bank service on 30-05-2009, at New Delhi . On the occasion of his superannuation, this poem is dedicated to him.)

Broca doodle bye-bye Bank

Chief Manager is his rank

A man of frolic fun and frank

A humane human and a crank!

An engineer is he by training

Banking job is his calling

He dabbles in music and musing

Indulges in poetic gazing!

For him life is not a tempest

Nor a ‘midsummer night’s dream’ at least

He views it as a ‘comedy of errors’

Likes to view it ‘as you like it’ in mirrors!

A dedicated man to his better-half

For he says every man should have a wife,

Preferably his own, to have strife!

Broca’s doodle pad, his blog-spot

His varied interests one could scout

All the genre of letters he captures

In Punjabi Persian Hindi and English with rapture

Poetry, Shayri, Bhajans or Ghazals

With aplomb he juggles and guzzles!

Vintage Hindi filmi songs, his forte

Punch and humour, his sharp dart

By May month end he would be sweet sixty

Henceforth he should be more active and witty!

A dutiful son and beautiful daughter-in-law

A poetess daughter, waiting for a handsome son-in-law

A supporting wife, whose word is law

That is his happy family sans flaw!

You should live long Jeetuji

Penning flock’s Netaji

Muse Indians wish dear Brocaji

A happy and active retired life, Sardarji

The following is a funny verse written in lighter vein by me with my limited knowledge of Hindi, which is also dedicated to Sri J S Broca

Kaam se aap leteh chutti Brocaji

Ab tak Bhabhiji ko aap ne diya dhoka ji

Turant ghar jake leliye ek moka ji

Inko bitaake, aap kaatiye aaloo pyaaj aur sabji!

Responses from members of this Happy Muse Parivaar : 

Jitoo, Aaj kya boloon main. Tere liye dil behad khush hai. Sari zindagi tujhe yunhi pyaar aur dost milte rahein. God bless you with all the happiness you deserve. Thank you, Sathyanand and MuseIndia for giving such an ovation to my friend.
Shernaz Wadia, Pune
May 25, 2009 
 
Dear Satyananda ji, I am very thankful to you for penning such an ode to me and even trying quite wittily to write  a few funny lines dedicated to me. I am really touched by your magnanimity and generosity Sir.
 
I turned 60 on 10.05.09 and on 11th May under the title:”Thinking Aloud”  I had posted the following piece on my blog. I think I can repeat it:

Yesterday I turned 60. So today I took some time off  to collect some quotes on old age, retirement etc. Here are the ones that I loved :
 
1. On my 60th birthday, my wife gave me a superb birthday present. She let me win an argument.
 
2. Whatever has passed has gone.The best is yet to come.
 
3. Time may be a great healer, but a lousy beautician.
 
4. After a man crosses sixty, his mischief is only in his head.
 
5. The secret of staying young at heart as you get old is to live honestly,eat enough food and never give up all.
 
6. On the brighter side of life, you will probably save a lot on shampoo when growing old and bald.
 
7. Live your life and forget your age.
 
8. Age appears best in 4 things–old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, old authors to read.
 
9. When old, retire from work, but not from life.
 
10. Retire in time to experience some more of what life has to offer–take time to smell the flowers, cultivate a few hobbies including cookery.
 
11. Retirement– Now life begins.
 
12. By the time you are 80 years old, you have learned everything. You only have to remember it.
 
13. First you forget names, then faces, then you forget to pull your zipper up and then you forget to pull your zipper down.
 
14. Turning sixty gives me more yesterdays than tomorrows.
 
I5. I am not 60. I am 59.95 plus tax.
 
I’ll end on that cheerful note.
 
Dear friend Atreyaji has also wished me all the best in his own unique style and I have posted his piece under the title of “My friend and fellow ex banker writes …” on 22nd May.
With your permission I’ll post this ode too on my blog. I request you to send me a nice photograph of yours so that it also occupies a place of pride on my pad.
This has really been a surprise retirement gift, dear friend .Thanks once again and GBU and your family.
 
I would also be failing in my duty if I don’t thank Muse family for all the love and overwhelming support they have extended to me in my creative pursuits and the journey I began on Sep 05, 2008 has been extremely enjoyable so far and hopefully, to use a cliche … I have miles to go before I bid Sayonara like  that other much respected Sardarji of Ranbaxy who has retired before his due date as per recent media news.
J S Broca, New Delhi
May 25, 2009
 
Sathya Sir, A very interesting ode to my one and only Singh is King Uncle. Jitoo Uncle, enjoy reading this. I really enjoyed. Thank you Sir. Best wishes.
Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
May 25, 2009 

Dear Jatinderji, Wish you a very very happy retired life. You are coming closer to us. You can dedicate more time on poetry and entertain us.Satyanand garu, this poem is very very good. A real tribute to a great human being. With regards,
Sathya, Nellore
May 25, 2009
 
Dear Shernaz, Pooja and Sathya ji, apun ki tau bolti ch band kar deey li hai aap sab ney itnaa pyaar aur samman dekar! Thanks, shukriya, dhanyawad, merci beau coup; let us all hope for a scintillating saath saath on the path of musings galore.
J S Broca, New Delhi
May 25, 2009  
 
Dear Jatinder jee, Here is an Urdu sher written by me about you:
Is tanhayee mein eh hayaat – mauka diya toonhe
Ek bemisaal yaar ke roop mein Broca diya toonhe
Gautam Nadkarni, Mumbai
May 26, 2009 

Satyananda & Brocaji,
This is the best possible ode that could happen – from any angle. Satyananda has gone to the depth and captured the real spirit bubbling under Brocaji’s dynamic turban. Brocaji, many many happy returns. Warmest regards to both of you.
U Atreya Sarma, Secunderabad-56
May 26, 2009 

Great dedication to Brocaji from you Satya garu. I join you in wishing him all the best for the best part in life that is yet to come now that he is fully qualifed on superannuation. He is very great and spirited and no stopping for him.
Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad
May 25, 2009

A blast from the past…!

A BLAST FROM THE PAST !!

I refer to Dr Pooja’s poem titled:” My room of love ” posted in Muse on 23rd May 09.I had read it,liked it and had sent the following response to her in appreciation :

Dear Pooja, a really enchanting piece of poem. I hope your dream comes true s..o..o..n. GBU. By the way, when I had just joined the Bank in 1980, I had the occasion to attend a function in one of the branches in Baroda,  where I had sung a romantic number. In response, a beautiful girl, who had just joined that branch, sang a lovely Hindi English mixture song-also a romantic number. I still remember that song. I’ll send it to you separately and if you like it I’ll post it for benefit of all the Muse-icians. Thanks for giving me a chance of going back to the romantic past!

Now, without malice towards any one on this forum, I dare to make a statement: Like Dr Mallick, I am an incurable romanticist at heart.

I was 31 in 1980 (Yes, let me clarify: I had already got married in 1978)  when I joined the bank as a Direct Recruit Technical Officer. The girl was around 24-25. A beauty with brains (a rare combination in those days).She had a lovely melodious voice and was not a shy person. She sang with full gusto and with a naughty twinkle in her eyes and a sly smile on her lips (today, they may call it a ‘sexy’ smile!).I think all the boys and the men present there on that day might have thought: She is singing for me alone! (I confess I had thought so too !) That was the single and the only meeting I had with her. I did not have luck on my side to ever have a chance meeting with her again. I soon got transferred from Baroda and have roamed all over the country for the last 29 years, but till today, I vividly recall the magical spell of her song. It lies deeply etched in a romantic auricle/ventricle of my heart and when ever I am moved by an equally romantic poem or song, the song comes on my lips and I love singing it to myself, re-living those moments of my tryst with that gifted beauty. Her name has been forgotten and her face now remains a mere rough outline of a sketch in some recess of my pagal dil  but her song has remained for ever with me. It is one of the most valuable assets of my life’s balance sheet of my 29 years of stay in the bank. I hope and pray that where ever she is today, she still continues to inspire romance in others with her love songs sung soulfully from the core of her heart.. Yes it was one of those “Kuchch Kuchch Hota Hai” moments of my life. 

Dr Pooja’s poem has brought out those precious moments from that blast from my past.

The song goes thus:  

Mere dil ka quarter kar lo,

Ji kar lo occupy,     Oh Oh ! Oh Oh !

Mat dena pyaari,

Rent a single pie,    Ah Ah ! Ah Ah ! 

Mere dil mein hai

Bahut accomodation,    Ah Ah ! Ah Ah !

Yahan ka har ek 

Kamra hai air conditioned !          Oh Oh ! Oh Oh !

Tum ley kar ke aana charpayee,  Oh Oh ! Oh Oh !

Mat dena pyaari,

Rent a single pie,         Ah Ah ! Ah Ah ! 

Mere dil ka quarter kar lo,…….

Mere armaanon ki

Sej pey aa key sona,       Ah Ah ! Ah Ah !

Subah uth key sunlight

Sey mukhda dhona !        Oh Oh ! Oh Oh !

Hum karen gey nazron sey water supply ! Oh Oh ! Oh Oh !

Mat dena pyaari,

Rent a single pie,            Ah Ah ! Ah Ah !                          

Mere dil ka quarter kar lo,………

Tum aao tau dono Romance karen gey !  Ah Ah ! Ah Ah !

Mere ghar key video Pey dance karen gey !   Oh Oh ! Oh Oh ! 

Aji darro nahin,matt feel karo tum shy ! Oh Oh ! Oh Oh !

Mat dena pyaari, Rent a single pie,  Ah Ah ! Ah Ah !

Mere dil ka quarter kar lo,………

So dear readers, I hope I have given you some inspiration to re-live those moments of your life. Come out of your heart’s recesses and share them with others. 

            

My friend and fellow ex-banker writes…

Readers will recall my posting about that Goat who retired.As usual,I had mailed the piece to some of my friends and readers.Here is a very hilarious response from my dear friend and a very gifted writer.He has also wished me a happy retired life in his inimitable style.THANK YOU dear Ateya ji !

Here is what he has written :  

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For Broca’s Doodle Pad

By U Atreya Sarma, Secunderabad-56 

Let the Billy now go to his Nanny Goat and bill and coo!

With Broca, the inimitable raconteur, his capture of, and take on, the military Billy Goat is so interesting and evocative that it has stirred me to supplement his views with my own impressions and also greet my friend, the most popular writer on the Muse India site, who would be bidding adieu to his bank by the month-end. 

No solitary confinement, please!

The British Billy Goat has illustriously served the forces for close to a decade, with a single minded attention. At least now, let the Billy take interest in – and have a rollicking second innings by spending a joyfully productive time with – his Nanny Goat, and not so much bother about his earlier employer, save for his terminal and pension benefits.

It’s heartening to note that the Defence Forces treat well even their animal employees (not only the rare goats, but the usual horses, camels etc) and honourably pension them off, when their time comes. I understand that even the police dogs are also similarly treated (even here in India, though nobody knows how much of the benefit exactly goes down to the animal pensioner, considering our ingenious ways of pinching). (Even the hay of the starving cattle wasn’t spared during the heyday of that bucolic Bihari satrap!)

When we, otherwise, talk about animal rights (because their very existence is under severe threat owing to man’s gross and callous selfishness), we instantly encounter the retort: “Do you think that the life of an animal is more important than a man’s?” Totally forgetting that man is a symbiotic part of an eco system of which flora and fauna are an integral part.

I may be aged; but I won’t be caged!

It’s a good suggestion from Broca, the soon-to-be-pensioner, that even the human pensioners be allowed the privilege of being showcased in the zoos. There’s one difficulty, however. The human pensioners have their family members too to contend with – who certainly won’t like to accompany there, for they are still far young enough; and for that reason you also wouldn’t like to line up into the cage. You still want to roar within the four walls of your house – for now, or rather, at last or at least now, you are your own boss. You’re most likely to thunder: “I may be aged; but I won’t be caged!” Next, if you aren’t caged, you’ve the freedom to go about lots of places and people to visit – which you couldn’t do to your (and their) satisfaction all these decades of slogging days.

Mobile Zoos

And the reasons for a retiree to visit his ex-office (less so when it happens to be a bank) are hardly justifiable…what with the ATM and net banking facilities. All the same, there are some retiree bankers who make it a religious point to visit the bank on the monthly pension day in their own droves and relax the entire day sitting on the sofas in the banking hall in close huddles and chat away their time among themselves and also profusely greeting whoever passes them by – whom, however, they hadn’t cared to speak to while on the active rolls. Won’t these bunches of retirees serve as veritable mobile zoos?!

Who doesn’t itch for and love retirement, a golden opportunity to indulge one’s own tastes and call of heart and soul? Every imaginative and enterprising person of individuality does. The moron, the geek, the nerd, the (hobby-less) workaholic doesn’t; he shudders at the prospect. That’s why he keeps visiting his (?) (ex) office, unwelcome (though they say “You’re always welcome; you’ve no equal in work; please guide us for sometime…,” under a veneer of superficial courtesy, …until nobody seems to recognise you or the faces over there have considerably changed.

Now Broca, the ebullient

With personalities like Broca – with their healthy view of life, an integrated approach, and their vibrancy and multifarious interests – the second innings would be a much more exciting ball game. Society, a much larger one, looks up to interesting people like Broca – for mutual and edifying benefit. 

A happy second innings to you

By the way, Brocaji, wish you a grand and fitting farewell at your office, where you are sure to be showered with a bonanza of ‘Credits,’ the ‘Carry-over’ of which would be a good fodder to ruminate for a good time to come. I am, however, sure that you would be using this fodder only as a side dish, for you’d be experimenting with and using your own recipes, once you are out of our office portals once for all and into the precincts of your sweet home. And one more special concession to you! You’ll be literally retiring at the end of the working hours on the 30th Saturday (that too a half-working day), a day ahead – with Sunday left as a bonus holiday for which day also you get paid your full salary! (Unless your office has the weekly holiday on some other day!)

May-end is the day for Broca
The ‘sir’dar bids them ta-ta!
Missing his lively jokes, his colleague bankers
Turning wistful and bidding farewell – go bonkers!
Family members go gaga to welcome this shah
To claim his exclusive attention with brouhaha!
Society, Doodle Pad, and Muse India
Look for more from him with éclat!

Dear Brocaji, A much more happy and welcome new and second innings to you! And may God bless you and your family!

oooOooo

An Inspired Senryu

An Inspired Senryu

I had read and liked Shri Gautam Nadkarni’s following senryu posted in Muse on 18th May 2009:
  

 

senryu 
 
dictation-
the shorthand steno
has long hands

 

My response to the above senryu was as under :

 

Dear Gautam, a good one. It is said that long fingers (hands) mean an artistic personality. A steno has to have the art of taking dictation from her boss under all situations! See my separate e-mail to you on a similar theme.
 

J S Broca , New Delhi
May 21, 2009   

 

I was inspired by this senryu and made an effort to compose one on a similar theme.Here is what I first wrote :

 

laptop-
denies steno her
right – boss’ lap !!
 
I had requested Gautamji to suggest changes and/or correct it.
 
I had narrated the following incident to Gautamji :
 
While working in a pvt sector company, I had once barged into the chamber of my boss and I saw him giving dictation to the secretary/ steno. She was sitting in a compromising position while scribbling on her pad. So this is what triggered the above piece.
 
In response, our Muse Grand Master Gautam ji, advised me as under : 
 

Dear Jatinder jee, although the meaning of your senryu attempt is clear, it is much too wordy. Try to keep it simple. For example:
 
dictation –
the latest invention
laptop stenos
 
Here as you can see I have used only 13 syllables and the word ‘boss’ is not necessary at all; the meaning comes through. Your version is only about 10 syllables but you are explaining the joke. This is taboo to any humorous senryu or even in everyday jokes. You should leave scope for the reader to use his/her own imagination. Still, it is a good attempt; keep it up!
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Thanks dear Gautamji.
 
So, the final inspired senryu is as under :
 
dictation –
the latest invention
laptop stenos
 
Your comments and suggestons are welcome.

                                   

News Item That I Liked :

News Item That I Liked :

Since I am about to retire,anything related to retirement catches my eye.In today’s Hindustan Times,there was a hilarious news item about a Goat retiring ! A GOAT ? Yes even goats retire. Here’s the story:   

Billy the goat retires as Royal Welsh Regiment mascot… with full military honours.

From his gleaming headplate to his immaculately groomed whiskers, Lance Corporal William Windsor looked every inch the proud old soldier as he left camp for the last time yesterday. Cheering comrades lined the route from his pen to the trailer waiting to take him to the zoo, where the Army veteran informally known as Billy the Goat will spend his retirement. His send-off came with full military pomp and ceremony  –  befitting-his lifetime’s service with the 1st Battalion the Royal Welsh.

  Billy, a Kashmir goat, was a gift from the Queen in 2001

 Royal salute: Billy, a Kashmir goat, was a gift from the Queen in 2001.

 He has travelled overseas, met royalty and led every battalion parade. 

 
For the most part Billy, aged nine, has served as unbleatingly as a goat can  –  although he did once butt heads with top brass when he was temporarily demoted for not marching in time. 
 
Today, his comrades showed their appreciation for Billy’s eight years of service at their base in Chester.
 
The retiring goat, wearing full ceremonial dress, is led out for the last time by handler Lance Corporal Ryan Arthur
 

 

Guard of honour: The retiring goat, wearing full ceremonial dress, is led out for the last time by handler Lance Corporal Ryan Arthur.

 

Goat Major Lieutenant Corporal Ryan Arthur of 1st Battalion The Royal Welsh leads William Windsor, their Regimental Goat through his retirement parade
 

Fond farewell: The route from pen to trailer was lined by soldiers from the Chester-based regiment to say thank you to Billy for many years of service.

Captain Nick Zorab said: ‘When people hear that we have a goat among the battalion, they think we must be kidding.

‘But having a goat among our ranks is a tradition we have had for over 200 years.’

The history of the regimental goat dates back to the American War of Independence when a wild goat wandered on to a battlefield and ended up leading the regimental Colours at the end of a battle.

 

William Windsor on his retirement parade
 Full ceremony: Billy, who is nine, prepares to travel in a trailer to Whipsnade Zoo.

Billy, whose real name is William Windsor, bears a silver plaque - a gift from the Queen - a tradition that goes back to Queen Victoria's donation in 1884

 

Pride: Billy, whose real name is William Windsor, bears a silver plaque – a gift from the Queen – a tradition that goes back to Queen Victoria’s donation in 1884.

 In 1844, Queen Victoria presented the first Royal goat, and since then most have been presented by the sovereign.

The regimental goat is considered a full member of the battalion. He marches in front of the Battalion on all ceremonial duties and is much loved by all ranks.

He has a full time carer known as the Goat Major who ensures the welfare of the goat at all times.

Billy’s replacement will be unveiled in June when a kid will be collected from a herd on the Great Orme, North Wales. 

 

Lance Corporal Ryan Arthur leads Billy through their digs in Chester

Leaving home: Lance Cpl Ryan Arthur leads Billy through their digs in Chester.

 Comments by readers :

 

Nice one Captain Zorab. “When people hear that we have a goat among the Battalion, they think we must be kidding”.

 Excellent ,Sir.I wish Billy a long and happy retirement.Just one question. Why to Whipsnade Zoo, and not Chester Zoo, where his old comrades would have been able to visit more easily??.

Although this is great story maybe the Army could have Gurkhas as mascots then they could stay in England on retirement.

Bless him, enjoy your retirement William Windsor!

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My comment :

I wish retiring Bank Officers should also be given such a ceremonial send off and kept in a special Zoo where the new recruits could come and see them sometimes and learn a few tricks of the trade from them.Wishful thinking ?

Will someone in the concerned Ministry of the new Government to be formed, think on these lines ?

Yaaron ki mehfil…Part-I

Yaaron Ki  Mehfil….. Part  I

 

A few months ago,I had the occasion of attending a get-to-gether of some like minded friends. It was a lively evening and we regaled each other through sher-o-shayari etc. I present some glimpses from the mehfil……

 

1.Kuchch Apnee :

 

I recalled and recited a beautiful and philosophical sher from my late father’s collection.I had heard it when I had attended a similar mehfil one evening with my father, when I was around 17-18 years old.

 

” Deeye nein sarr par aag rakh kar kasam khaee hai,

           Yaa khuda,maine nahin jalaaya iss parwaaney ko !

  Fannah honey key baad,parwaaney ki mayyiat bhi nahin uthtee !

          Gunhegaar-ey muhabbat ka yahee anjaam hota hai !

   Nigaahein zulm kartee hain aur dill badnaam hota hai !! “

 

All my yaars cheered me up saying:”Wah ! Wah !” What do you say,dear readers ?

 

2.Kuchch  Paraayee :

 

This sher I had heard when a get-to-gether was there in our Engineering College Hostel sometime in  1972. One of my class mates had recited it.I still recall it and enjoy it for its social message.  

 

 “Ek dinn main sair ko nikla , dill mein kayee armaan thhey,

     Ek traf viraan jungle thha, ek taraf shamshaan thhey,

 Thokar laggi ek haddi sey, uskey bhi do byaan thhey,

    Ai chalne waaley,zara sambhal key chall, hum bhi kabhi insaan thhey !!”

 

3. Kuchch yahan wahan sey churaee :

 

This one was heard from a young romantically inclined friend,studying for his MBA in a B School.

 

 “Bahut  haseen ho tum, duniyaan ki nazaron sey khudd ko bachaaye rakhna,

  Kaajal ka teeka kaafi nahin hai,galey mein nimbu-mirchi bhi latkaaye rakhna !!” 

 

Enjoy these shers until I recall some more and present them in near future in Part II of this mehfil.

 

Ah,yes.I do not think these shers are difficult to understand and appreciate in Hindi,so I have not translated them into English but I would love if some of the readers tried to translate them for the benefit of those ” jinn kaa Hindi mein haathth tangg hai !”

            

                 

                                             

Talking about rainbows……

Talking About Rainbows…..
 
Today I will devote a few pages to my dear friend Shernaz Wadia. Here’s her brief profile :
  

A retired teacher, Shernaz is on an internal journey to find the Highest Truth. Based in India, she loves peace at any cost (a Libran to the core) and believes that no matter what life and the world spring at you, you must always be true to yourself. Life is beautiful and one must learn to live it with an attitude of gratitude. She loves to read particularly autobiographies and other non-fictional works. She dabbles in poetry-writing as a means of self-expression.

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Now here is a recent posting of Shernaz in Muse – an  e-magazine :

 

Opinion

By Shernaz Wadia, May 14, 2009
Pune, shernazwadia@aparnaonline.com

 

Rainbow Extravaganza

 

(Having read the poem on rainbow, I was reminded of this piece I had written in July 2004.)

 

Paradoxically, words and language are very restrictive. Each time I want to articulate a deep thought, transmit a feeling or describe something that has moved me unabashedly, words become impotent. Vocabulary dries up, phrases and sentences, figures of speech – all evaporate and I am left, well, expressionless – mutely pregnant, the poignancy of an unwanted abortion looming menacingly over my wanting-to-be-birthed experiences.

 

Shackled by the throttling confines of idiom and expression, I still want to share an indelible experience of rainbows. Yes rainbows. A rather common occurrence during the monsoons, but these particular ones left us speechlessly ecstatic.

 

The rainy season had set in earlier than usual this year in Munnar. The rain came with a chilling wind driving it in white sheets. Sometimes a thick, visually impenetrable shroud of mist encompassed the surroundings, with temperatures falling low. One fine afternoon when the rain decided to call it a day and the sun shone through the clouds, a spectacular rainbow embraced the sweep of the eastern sky with its enchanting, pastel-hued arm. The next day the rain gods again wanted some rest. We were strolling in the garden enjoying a soft drizzle, taking in the sparkle of raindrops on the washed and gleaming leaves, petals and blades of grass. The garden and the verdant environs were lusciously enrapturing. Intermittent clouds and sunshine created a bewitching aura all around. Impulsively I looked up at the sky. A phenomenon I had not seen before filled my wondrous gaze. A brilliant rainbow ring formed right around the partially hidden sun! Riveting, amazingly grand! Unbelievably ravishing!

 

It was a veritable banquet of fantastic rainbows in two days but none of us had envisaged what we saw on the fourth day. It was unbeatable, indescribable in its extravaganza!

 

It was a very wet, gray day as we lazed in the bungalow on the Chokanad Tea Estate. Green, tea-planted hills gently sprawled in front and to the right of the bungalow; high, forested hills formed a charming backdrop to these emerald ones. To the left and stretching to the back, tall hills were carpeted with thick undergrowth of shrub and their towering silver oaks swayed precariously in a stormy wake. A blanket of dark rain-clouds covered the mountains to the right towards the southwest. Rain poured incessantly and like a magic wand transformed the not-so-distant mountains and trees into hazy indistinct shapes. After a good lunch, there wasn’t much to do except take a nap and wait for the weather to clear up.

 

Suddenly through the gloom the sun decided to show up. I heard an enthralled scream “Rainbow! Come quickly, its beautiful!” Flinging away blankets, throwing aside whatever each one was doing, we dashed out.

 

And, we stood transfixed, suspended in a momentous timeframe, dumbstruck by the grandeur of the fabulous pageant unfolding before us! Painter and painting fused in a florid dance of colors across the vista of hills. A magnificent rainbow rose from the low hills, arched up into the higher ones and traversing the expanse fell again into the low hills of the plantation. Resplendent, it bathed all it spanned in its flamboyance, producing a stupendous panorama at eye-level! As it splashed and curved dazzlingly across the hills each hill was suffused with the rich, lustrous hue/hues of the gorgeous seven, creating a feast never before visualized by any of us five glued to that exquisite manifestation of nature! The sheer magnanimity and its unparalleled loveliness compelled us to look for the mythical pot of gold at either end. As with childlike exuberance we gazed at this stunner, the only words that came to mind were the memorable ones from a vintage song sung by Mukesh –

 

Yeh kaun chitrakaar hain, yeh kaun chitrakaar?
(Who is this painter? Who is He?)

 

We reveled in this mesmerizing marvel for minutes before it softly dimmed, reappeared in its entire mind blowing radiance and then finally faded, but not from our memories. Imprinted though it is like a photograph on the canvas of my mind, words fail to do justice to the sublimity and majesty of those awe-struck moments. In the words of a contemporary of Mirza Ghalib:

 

Mere alfaaz mere dushman hain
Meri zubaan meri hareef hain


“My words are my enemies
My language is my rival” 

 

The posting was very well received and appreciated

 

 

 

Here is my response to the posting : 
 
Dear Shernaz, as marvellous as ever. That Mukesh song you have quoted has taken me to a nostalgic trip down memory lane. Yes that Supreme Being up there is a Master painter. I too have seen a rainbow but were I asked to narrate about  it, I would have failed to express it so beautifully as you. Great ! Thanks ! Yes, before I stop, here are the full lyrics of the song from “Boond Jo Ban Gayi Moti” (1967) :

 
 
 
 
 
 
Don’t miss all the beautiful colors of the rainbow looking for that pot of gold.
 
When you reduce life to black and white, you never see rainbows.
 
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
 
 

If I could catch a rainbow
 
I would do it just for you

And share with you its beauty

On the days you are feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain

You could call your very own

A place to find serenity

A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles

I would toss them in the sea

But all these things I am finding

Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain

Or catch a rainbow fair

But let me be what I know best

A friend that’s always there.

May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of friend always be near you.
May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day.
May songbirds serenade you every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that’s always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.
 
Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.
 
If you wish to see some beautiful pictures and photographs,please go to or click on the following link :
 

 

 
 

 

 
 
haree haree wasundharaa pe neelaa neelaa ye gagan
ke jis pe baadalon kee paalakee udaa rahaa pawan
dishaayen dekho rangabharee, chamak rahee umang bharee
ye kis ne fool fool pe kiyaa singaar hai
ye kaun chitrakaar hai, ye kaun chitrakaar
ye kaun chitrakaar hai.. ..

tapasweeyon see hain atal ye parawaton kee choteeyaan
ye sarpa see ghoomeradaar, gheradaar ghaateeyaan
dhwajaa se ye khade huye hain wariaksh dewadaar ke
galiche ye gulaab ke, bagiche ye bahaar ke
ye kis kawee kee kalpanaa kaa chamatkaar hai
ye kaun chitrakaar hai.. ..

 
e..n..j..o..y……
 
If you wish to see two very lovely videos on this song,go to or click on the following links :
 

 

 

PS: Jeetendra had enacted the role of a school teacher in this movie and I had loved this movie for its social message and its lilting music.
 

kudarat kee is pawitrataa ko tum nihaar lo
is ke gunon ko apane man mein tum utaar lo
chamakaalo aaj laalimaa, apane lalaat kee
kan kan se zaankatee tumhe, chhabee wiraat kee
apanee to aankh yek hai, us kee hajaar hai
ye kaun chitrakaar hai.. ..

 
J S Broca , New Delhi
May 14, 2009
 
Here are some beautiful quotes on a rainbow :

 

 

 

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