EDITORIAL
Modi
is here to stay and make a difference. What matters to him is drive and
enterprise-attributes that bypass the great majority of plodders in the
government. He is loath to pander to the average. Hitherto,
development in India was given over to 'give no quarter' politicians who cleave
to a socialistic model that continues to trump economics. Ofcourse, the
euphoria generated by BJP's landslide victory may be a little misplaced as it
puts expectations far in excess of what is pragmatically possible in the short
term. Given India's federal polity with still many states in opposition hands,
he has to weave a delicate and complicated manoeuvre to get the opposition to
sing along. Among other things, one thing he is capable of doing is to cut red
tape which Balkanises the economy. Hubris apart, the guy has what it takes to
move mountains. I am optimistic.
This
summer has been weird. While May had more than its fair share of rain whenever
the temperatures threatened to breach the records, June seems to test our
resolve through 'agni pariksha'. The mercury broke a 62 year record when the
temperature touched a fire breathing 47.8⁰ C. Stepping out into the open seemed
like venturing into hell. A number of heat stroke cases have been reported. We
just hope rain would bring some relief. Amazingly, the heat has also taken a
toll of the mosquitoes, which of course is very welcome, albeit briefly. Rain
while bringing the mercury down will give a new lease of life to the pesky pests.
The temperature has come down over the month from an intolerable 47⁰ C to an
uncomfortable 41⁰ C. What a relief !!!
Summer
vacations are long enough to bring ennui into children's lives. Consequently.
parents are pressured into taking them for a vacation to cooler climes.
Succumbing to these pressures can be hard on the pocket as most vacations can
cost an arm and a leg. Peer pressure at school and elsewhere means children do
not want to settle for less than an exotic place with high price tag in India
or abroad. While parents slave at home and at work, children want it all and
more, although even parents secretly yearn for a break. While my daughter
wanted to go to a beach place for the vacation, since no beach place in India
has conducive weather in summer we had to settle for a beach holiday in Bali.
The writ runs somewhat similarly in other families in Yamuna with atleast three
families I know having gone to the Andamans, three families to Europe, two
families to the US and one to Mauritius. Amongst the Indian destinations, count
Ranthambore, Goa, the hills of North India and Bangalore where some families
have been to. There may be many other residents who may have gone on exotic
holidays which I may not be privy to. Gone are the days when we as children were
always taken only to our parents home town in Kerala, every summer holiday. The
downside of escaping from the heat for a
few days is that when you get back the effects of the heat are far more severe.
The
IPL circus is over. I get the impression that with unorthodox stroke play and
lusty hitting no total looks safe until the last ball is bowled. While it is
certainly entertainment, I miss the subtlety and nuances of Test cricket where
technique and temperament play a very important role. There are very few
players who can play both forms of the game with equal felicity. The twenty
over game however has certainly improved the standards of fielding and running
between the wickets.
The
rain dance on 15th June got a tepid response with just a handful of children
showing up in the park. Part of the reason is that many children were out on
holidays. However, the participation from adults and the older children has
diminished over the years as there seem to be quite content leading a sedate and
monotonous existence. The need to let your hair down and frolic in the cooling
shower of water and mingling with friends apparently does not have the elixir
that sitting in front of the TV and watching a soap or chatting with friends on
Facebook seem to have. To each his own,
is all I can say. Seema and Kunal did make a brief appearance but lack of
company sent them homeward bound.
The
dust bins dotting the colony are welcome receptacles for the endless garbage
that emanates due to surge in the sales and consumption of junk food in laminated
pouches. Yet about 10% of them find their way into the flower beds, roads, the
space between the blocks and the lawn. Despite several advisories asking
residents not to litter, there are still some people who do not care for the
environment they live in and make an eyesore of the place. Kunal Savarkar and
his staff have volunteered to clean up the nooks and crannies in the colony
which are not the regular beat of the cleaning staff of the colony. Those who
wish to join in the effort are requested to get in touch with Kunal.
Sadhana's
monthly entertainment in the form of performance by students is a great idea.
It not only allows the parents to assess the progress their wards make under
the tutelage of their gurus, it also provides free entertainment during that
part of the year when the cultural and social events hit a nadir. It was
heartening to see the students give a good account of themselves inspite of the
stifling weather. We are proud to see Radhika, Ramanan and Pranav putting their
heart and soul into this venture.
We
understand that the work on the gas pipeline which was supposed to wind its way
through Ganga and reach Yamuna has been suspended due to the onset of monsoon.
We have been given to understand that the work will resume in October. The
seemingly endless wait has led to some people questioning the merits of having
the gas pipeline as apparently the PNG supply prices have shot through the roof
on which is there is no subsidy whereas the LPG that we get has a liberal dose
of subsidy. This is definitely valid for small families where the consumption
of gas is limited to the subsidised cylinder. The other downside being the
terrain of Yamuna being very undulating and stepped the feasibility of taking
the pipeline to all the flats may lead to extensive digging through paved areas
and rocky underlay. The apprehension is that we could be saddled with extensive
repair costs running into lacs and also permanent scarring. The upside of
course is that when you have the gas pipeline you do not have to bother with
registering for a refill and waiting for the cylinder.
OBITUARY
Close
on the heels of the demise of Mrs. Nagan, Mr. N. S. Nagan passed away on 4th
June, 2014 in Gurgaon. Mr. Nagan was a member of Yamuna and used to live in D-101. Maybe the grief
over losing his life partner proved too much to him and he ended up joining her
in heaven. Yamuna residents convey their condolence to the bereaved family.
SNIPPETS
M.
Anand's (C-001), daughter Advaitha, a Dentist got engaged to Shriram Iyer, a
Marine Engineer on 8th June, 2014. Wedding is slated for November, 2014. We
wish the couple fun times during their courtship until they get married.
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Mr.
Arvind Singh has moved into F-004 with his family. Arvind Singh works as a
Marketing Manager for Lace World, an organisation that sells garments, fabrics
and lace. When not working he relaxes to the strains of music. His wife,
Chandrakantha is a volleyball coach in Mothers International School. She is
also a music buff. Their only daughter, Vanshika is seven years old and is
studying in the third class in Amrita Vidyalaya. Amrita is also learning Odissi
dance at Sadhana. Arvind Singh and family belong to Rajasthan. Their coming to
Yamuna will add to the cultural diversity of Yamuna. They can be reached on 9810889523.
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In a
welcome return to Yamuna that is being cheered by all hedonists Manoj, Prema
and Saisha have moved to A-309 from Mumbai. Having lived in C Block and H Block
before, their latest pit stop in A Block will leave them with only three more
blocks to occupy. Their return will liven up the social and cultural activity
in Yamuna.
INTERESTING ORIGIN OF PHRASES
There is an old Hotel/Pub in Marble
Arch, London , which used to have a gallows adjacent to it.
Prisoners were taken to the gallows, (after a fair trial of course)
to be hung.
The horse drawn dray, carting the prisoner, was accompanied by an armed guard, who would stop the dray outside the pub and ask the prisoner if he would like ''ONE LAST DRINK''.
If he said YES, it was referred to as "ONE FOR THE ROAD"
If he declined, that prisoner was "ON THE WAGON". So there you go.
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were, "Piss Poor", but worse than that, were the really poor folk, who couldn't even afford to buy a pot, they "Didn't have a pot to Urinate in" & were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands and complain, because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500's in England.
Most people got married in June, because they took their yearly bath in May and they still smelled pretty good by June.
However, since they were starting to smell, brides carried a bouquet of flowers, to hide the body odour. Hence the custom today, of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"
Houses had thatched roofs, thick straw piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom, where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top, afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt Poor." The wealthy had slate floors, that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh, until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon, to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "Bring home the Bacon." They would cut off a little, to share with guests and would all sit around talking and ''Chew the fat''.
Bread was divided, according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or ''The Upper Crust''.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So, they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, thread it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night, (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, ''Saved by the Bell '' or was considered a ''Dead Ringer''
And that's the truth.
Now, whoever said history was boring ! ! !
The horse drawn dray, carting the prisoner, was accompanied by an armed guard, who would stop the dray outside the pub and ask the prisoner if he would like ''ONE LAST DRINK''.
If he said YES, it was referred to as "ONE FOR THE ROAD"
If he declined, that prisoner was "ON THE WAGON". So there you go.
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were, "Piss Poor", but worse than that, were the really poor folk, who couldn't even afford to buy a pot, they "Didn't have a pot to Urinate in" & were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands and complain, because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500's in England.
Most people got married in June, because they took their yearly bath in May and they still smelled pretty good by June.
However, since they were starting to smell, brides carried a bouquet of flowers, to hide the body odour. Hence the custom today, of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"
Houses had thatched roofs, thick straw piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom, where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top, afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt Poor." The wealthy had slate floors, that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh, until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon, to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "Bring home the Bacon." They would cut off a little, to share with guests and would all sit around talking and ''Chew the fat''.
Bread was divided, according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or ''The Upper Crust''.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So, they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, thread it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night, (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, ''Saved by the Bell '' or was considered a ''Dead Ringer''
And that's the truth.
Now, whoever said history was boring ! ! !
JULY CALENDAR OF EVENTS
DATE
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EVENT
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TIME
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VENUE
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CLEANLINESS
AND ECODRIVE
PLEASE
CHECK WITH KUNAL SAVARKAR ON 9810911244 FOR DATE, TIME AND MEETING POINT.
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ALL
OVER YAMUNA
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