Appooppanthaadi -57

Each time when I come out of the office, I pass my fingers through the tulsi plants outside. After that I smell my fingers. How pleasant it is! Tulsi is a wonderful plant indeed. In Das Island's residential and office area, we can come across Tulsi everywhere. The very smell of it leaves makes my mind so relaxed. Anyway, I hope some tensed minds does this exercise everyday. This will help reduce the burden of the mind considerably.

I cannot ask for more. The climate even in the noon is very pleasant at the moment. Standing in the sun for an hour does not cause sweating. This is the best climate one can enjoy in a desert. Come winter, the entire Gulf region becomes the best place to be in. There will not be extreme cold condition here like we experience in Europe or China. The sunlight becomes so soft on the earth. In places like Syria, we may have to wear a jacket to survive the cold. Still I was wondering why even on 25th December, there was no snowfall in Syria. This place is very close to Jerusalem where it is believed to have heavy snow fall when Jesus was born.  

The other day I woke up to a big rain. The rain water is yet to disappear from many spots. Water in the desert does not percolate into the earth so easily. Most probably, it evaporates and this process takes several days altogether. Perhaps, deserts have their own way of protesting against the indifference shown by Mother Nature!
 

Come summer. The turn around will be horrible. The situation will be far from this rosy picture. The weather in Das Island is articulated like this :Minimum average temperature 9 degree Celsius, Maximum 43 degree C. The relative humidity is high through out the year averaging 70% and reaching 95% in the morning hours. Altitude - Sea level. Atmosphere - Saliferous and corrosive, often containing fine dust and pollutants, especially carbon dioxide and hydrogen sulphide.  Rainfall is scarce. Measureable rain occurs for ten days in a year on an average. Still there are people who work here for the past thirty or more years. It is possible. Money can make it possible. Thirty years of paid incarceration...not bad as long as the purse becomes fatter by the month. That too, with living expense just limited to internet and telephone charges (even the underclothing are washed by someone else free of cost)

Hydrogen Sulphide is the sworn enemy of this island. In an industry involving crude oil and natural gas, hydrogen sulphide is an indispensable companion. This gas can kill people. Everyone at work in Das Island has to always keep a breathing apparatus with him. This is a simple apparatus that allows a person to breath pure air for five minutes if he is trapped in a Hydrogen Sulphide leak. Besides the breathing apparatus, we keep a Hydrogen Sulphide gas detector always in our possession. These safety measures are mandatory whenever we are at work. I wonder, should a man who comes from Chennai need to really keep such an apparatus? The quantity of dust, carbon monoxide and sulphur kicked up in our big and small cities is much higher than what I come across in this island. The pollution in our country can never be matched with any place in the world.
 

Today, in the evening, on my way to the mess for dinner, a nice breeze from the sea has been accompanying me. It is a full moon night. The magnificent appearance of the moon over the sea,  far off the horizon needs a special mention. How beautiful it was! Just a few metres walk to any direction takes us to the sea shore. The breeze is a little cold at present. It gives a pleasant feeling in being here. In the evening, the air strip is open to the public for walking. The worries of big tummies, sugar and high pressure troubles in the blood are all walking and running around the air strip with sweat pouring from every pore. May the desperate efforts on the tarmac yield results as soon as possible. I am adamant, I mean business. I shall never do anything that may adversely affect my tummy.

Sowmya, a young girl has done it. She climbed a hill using the rope tied at the top of the hill. It was so easy for her. She has been competing with a handful of boys in a reality show named Action Killadi on Kairali TV. Look, on one side we listen with utter shock about father raping daughter and on the other we see some encouraging scenes like this. All is in the attitude. Women have two choices. Stand up and get the kick on the face or lie down and get trampled upon. Destruction will be complete then. I am sure, they much choose the former.


Sunitha Williams, a woman has returned from space. He was the leader of the team that spent  several days in space. She holds the record of number of space walks by a woman. This was the fourth time she visited there. Meanwhile, in Saudi Arabia, if a woman wants to visit a foreign country, she has to get written permission from husband. Once she leaves the border of the country, an SMS comes to the husband's mobile phone.  http://www.saudigazette.com.sa/index.cfm?method=home.regcon&contentid=20121129144380.
Well, that was a distraction from the main subject, a welcome distraction anyway. At least I could shed some light to  some of the happenings around the world.

Twice in a week I cross the air strip. Barbeque is arranged in the open restaurant on the other side of our residence. We have to walk a little far to reach here after crossing the run way. Barbeque is a rich combination of a number of meat and fish based food items. It does not make any difference to me as I settle down with usual vegetables. The only additional thing I find there is the daal vadas. To get a few pieces of them, we have to stand in queue there. Still, it is worth the while. It is like connecting a missing link to the home sickened thoughts of good old days of parippuvada and kattan chaya ( daal vada and black tea).

 

Andaman Islands -5

At the end of Jarawa territory, there comes the first ferry. The ferry has two barges that carry all types of vehicles. Our bus too crossed the creek on one of the barges. The wait for the barge to reach the jettey was one of the best moments we had had in Andamans. The magnificient scenes of the natural beauty was in full diaplay on both banks of the creek. Those thick mangroves on the banks will simply blow over the onlooks. Cameras digital canvas is not enough to copy such images. Treat your eyes by being right over there.

 

The ferry was of around 10 minutes long. Then the bus ran along a place that resembled the northern Keralam. Those bettle nut trees were all like a relic from the God's own Country. The road is called a High Way, but it looked like a village road. After an hour's run we reached the second ferry. Another 10 monitues there.


The mangrooves were there too to greet us. Looking at these nature's gift to this planet, I had a bad thought crept into my mind. For how many more years these mangrooves are going to survive? There is an increasing trend among the 'development' oriented species of universe to distroy everything that is made for helping them. If destroying the mangrooves fethches some money, there are people to do this too. This is happening in different parts of the world right now.
 

Ratish Bhai and family were waiting at Baratang to receive us. By the time we reached there, it was almost 7 in the evening. He drove us to his home. The car moved to Billi ground where the bus also goes. Now we got closer to the sea. This was the sea that showed its ugly face a few years back in the form of a tsunami.  The killer waves that day took away a lot of lives and battered Andamans to a bad shape. It was pitch dark and we could only hear the roaring sound of the waves at that time. Bhai's car's headlights were showing us the way forward. Ocassionally a vehicle crossed us on the opposite side. Sitting in the front seat with my friend, the scene unveiled on the road was so saddening.

There were a number of reptiles and frogs lying dead on the road. A lot of snakes and frogs were seen still moving towards the road only to be crushed by the vehicles. It was so saddening to look at these creatures meeting such a gory death. I am sure, Bhai's car would have crushed an uncountable number of frogs and snakes on our way to his house. This justifies the ban on night trafic in certain places to protect wild life. Here too, I wish, vehicles were prohibited to run in the night unless it is extremely necessary.

When we reached Bhai's house it was eight in the night. There was a sumptious dinner waiting for us. The house was a single storied wooden structure. Simple but elegant. A sarkari babu's dwelling place cannot be otherwise anyway.  Most of the buildings in Andamans in rural areas are built with wood. Those who are built with cement and bricks have a maximum of 3 storeys. The precaution is to survive earthquakes. Andaman experiences frequent earthquakes and hence light structures are a must to absorb such distructive tremors.

After enjoying the warmth of a freind's hospitality for two days, we started back to Port Blair by the same bus. The important thing I observed while I was with Rathish was that, not only the matching of minds matters in a married life, the  dress that is worn too. Later on I found out through many photos of theirs, that the good husband and wife wear dresses with a nice colour combination. It took a visit to Andamans to discover such a phenominon!

 The last item in our itenerary was a visit to Red Skin Island.  The morning was greeted with intermitent showers. The sky was overcast since morning. We travelled upto the Wandoor village from Port Blair by the car arranged by the tour operator to catch the boat to Red Skin Island. The boat cruised along the back waters against the back drop of beautiful sceneries. There were so many islands along the route. All islands have thick greenry and the shores are rich layer of mangrooves. The beauty is to behold, come and enjoy. It is a recommendation to one and all to take some time off the busy work schedules and witness the nature's unadulterated manifestations.

After an hour's journey the boat reached the Red Skin Island. The boat was stopped a few meters away from the shore. There was no boat jettey to bring the boat close to the land. From the boat, we were transferred to a small motorised boat with transparent bottom. The bottom part of the boat had magnifying glasses. As the boat slowly started moving, we all looked down through the glass with dropped jaws. The awe struck tourists were easily blown over. Such was the beauty of the corals. It was far more marvelous than what we saw at North Bay Island.

When we reached the shores, we all changed our dresses to have some fun in the water. My boy enjoyed the most. Perhaps, for him this was the best time he spent in the Andamans. We swam, well, we pretended to have done so, splattered water on each other, walked in water...the revelry was the best part of the Andaman Tour. By noon we returned from Red Skin Island.





My kid meanwhile went for a guided snorkeling. The guide took him a little far away from us to show him the corals very close. When he retured, I asked him how was the experience. The fish were so beautiful to watch, he replied!







On the way from Wandoor to Portbialr, we could see vast area of marshy land with a number of headless coconut trees standing all over in it. The driver told us that these were the land that was devastated by the Tsunami. They stand there as a symbol of nature's fury to which the mankind has no resistance to offer.


See a few more photos here :
https://picasaweb.google.com/ppnatesan/Andaman?authkey=Gv1sRgCOW6w8Kx4o6m2QE&feat=email#


As we packed up our baggage and checked out of the guest house, we were a happy lot. Life's one ambition had been fulfilled. But before checking out, how many more ambitions we did not churn out in our minds! Andaman will remain like a soothing dream in our minds. Perhaps, the missed Havelock trip may even make us think of a second visit to Andamans. While landing at Chennai airport, we had one ton of luggage with us. All those were of the charming memeories of  a trip to a bunch of fascinating islands...

Appooppanthaadi -56

I could not stop marvelling at myself! Where have I reached? In the same posture, exactly 3 years back I was typing one of the many Desert Living stories on my laptop that I have been propagating all these days. It is the same box type accommodation for me here too -it can be something like 15 feet length and 10 feet width with a cushioned bed of 3 feet width. Leaning against the pillows and the personal computer on my lap, I am watching the television  while making the stories, exactly how I did 3 years back. The only difference is that there in Syria, I was forced to watch only "Rakhi ka Swayamvar" everyday but here there are a good package of Malayalam, Tamil and Telgu channels to enjoy

Much more water flew in Periyar river since then. I traveled just like an 'appooppanthaadi' later on. It went to Europe, twice to China and then over to a totally unexpected place. Is it where a free flying object supposed to get holed up? It could be like one of many paradoxes in life. Unavoidable sometimes.

 

Finally I reached the Island. The Das Island. It is located around 150 kilometers off the main land UAE. The length and breadth of this piece of land, situated somewhere in the Persian Gulf are just 2.4 and 1.5 kilometers respectively. This island is much closer to Qatar and Iran

 People in this part of the world lately have developed a penchent for creating land in the sea. There are a number of such islands in the Emirate of Dubai. The Palm Jumeira is one of the finest examples of such unconvenstional ways of thinking and executing things in the world by the oil rich rulers. Land has been created in sea in the shape of a palm tree - not one but three - using dredging. It was not the compulsion of space crunch but in all probability it was just the fancy for doing something out of the box. Anyway, as the adage goes, if there is hair, we can style it as we please. Here, hair is replaced by money - and money makes all the difference.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palm_Jumeirah

Das Island is however not an artificial one anyway. It had even a hill once upon a time. Like in any place in the Persian Gulf, here too the terrain is sandy and rocky. This small strip of land was once used by turtels and some migratory birds to nestle and rear their off-springs. Unfortunately for them, human beings have reached here too. As is expected, the human beings never care for others. That has happened exactly this way here too. They razed the hill. They dropped big boulders and concrete blocks all around the land to prevent sea erosion. They distroyed whatever the other creatures used for their existance. Let others go to dogs. Let the God, on whom every human being vouches for, take care of these living things. If God is so worried, let Him make new abodes for them. We have no time, we have to make development for a brighter future of the mankind!

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Das_Island

Das Island houses a crude oil and  natural gas processing plant and loading facilities. Abu Dhabi's oil and gas resources are tapped from their large wells named Um Al Shaif and Zakum. The high pressure crude oil and gas reach from these off-shore rigs through sub-sea pipeleines. This raw oil and gas is processed in Das Island facility. The major process is the removal of water from the oil and gas. The treated oil and gas are seperated from each other and then loaded on to the big vessels waiting in the sea. So, this Island may be called the power house of Abu Dhabi's economy. The major income for the Emirate is derived from the oil and natural gas exported from here. The other 6 Emirates are not blessed with such a huge quantum of natural resourses.

 

I took a plane to reach here from Abu Dhabi. It was a 40 seater turbo propelled air craft that took hardly 30 minutes to reach the Island. Das Island has an air strip also. There are 4 to 5 trips per day to and from Abu Dhabi Aviation Airport operated by the aviation department of Abu Dhabi. The travel to this island is free of cost  but one has to go thorogh a lot of government and military security formalities to get the travel documents cleared. Once cleared, we get an identity card, using whick, we can travel up and down as we need depending on the availabilty of seats on the plane

 

 

The plane shook violantly upon landing. While standing on line at the Abu Dhabi airport, all the passengers were seen picking ear plugs from the . I too picked a pair. I guessed, this might be needed on board the aircraft. I was expecting big noise inside while taking off and during the flight. Luckily, it was just like any other flight. 

There are around 6000 people - all men- living here. All are accommodated in the island.  Argueably this tiny piece of land is a place where people from all around the world can be spotted. Perhaps, it may not be difficult to find at least one person each from the 206 countries. 

The all familiar porta cabins are lines up on either side of the air-strip. So many, even one upon the other. I saw them in Qatar and then in Syria . These tiny boxes have everything inside that include a refrigerator, an air conditioner, kettle, tea bags, a bath room, a toilet, a water heater, a television besides bed, chairs and table.  What else we need to have a laid back life? But don't be misled. These facilities are extended only to the creamy layer of the work force. The hard working group, as usual gets a raw deal. They get air-conditioned, shared accommodation with minimal facilites.  

 

These birds are seen hovering around in less numbers

There is a big mess that serves a wide variety of food - all for free. One can eat as much as he wants. Dosa, Sambar, 'pulissery', 'avial', daal, rasam, aaloo gobi, roti, rice, many types of meat based dishes, vegetables, fruits, and sweets  are served  everyday. There are a number of shops that sell everything - from water bottles to Laptops to LCD TVs. There are two big mosques, two cinema theatres, play grounds, a bank, hair cutting saloons, Post office and mobile phone service provider's office.

The only thing that may be hard to find here is time. People come here, or rather are lured by the colour of dollars, only to work. Work for half of the day. The rest 12 hours for a little leisure, food and then sleep. The routine is non stop - there is no break on weekends. That is how the life in this island goes on

Photography is strictly prohibited. We are not allowed to bring cameras, mobile phones that have cameras or Laptops that have webcams. Security related restrictions are lot but in the internet, all information are available including a number of photographs. All the photos above are copied from the internet

 

Appooppanthaadi -55

I got a pleasant surprise today. I came to learn only today that till the recent past, the currency the people of Persian Gulf that included the present day UAE used was printed in India. The name of the currency was Gulf Rupee. The Gulf Rupee was printed by Reserve Bank of India for circulation in some Arab countries. The value of the money was eaquivalent to the Indian Rupee. However, the colur of the notes were different from the Indian Rupee notes. I only hope my stamp hunter fried Vincent is aware of this and he has a good collection of such notes.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_rupee

During the early to mid-20th century, the Indian rupee was extensively used as currency in countries around the Persian Gulf and Arabian Peninsula. In order to reduce the strain put on India's foreign reserves by gold smuggling caused by external use of the Indian rupee, a separate currency was created. The Government of India introduced the Gulf rupee in 1959 as a replacement for the rupee, for circulation exclusively outside the country. At the time, the Indian rupee was pegged to the pound sterling at a rate of 13⅓ rupees = 1 pound.

I heard that the people of old genereation still call their money rupee. Probably they are still living in the past. Before the gas was struck, people in this region were living like ordinary people of a poor country. The major income of the people here was from fishing and trading pearls. The life saw a sea change within a span of 50 years and now UAE is one of the richest countries in the world. Still one fact must make us really wondering. The Britishers who found oil in this region, established infrastructure to process and export this black gold had never tried to make the Persian Gulf their colony. Despite very sincere requests by the rulers of this region, the Britishers exited from the Gulf. In a way, the UAE was formed only because the Britishers refused to protect the emirates militarily.  It was a great loss to the locals here, because they lost a golden opportunity to learn "excuse me" and "sorry".

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Finally I got my UAE Identity card. I do not have a voter id or I have no idea how to go about getting the much hyped Adhar Card in my country. Thinking about those dingy 'sarkari' offices that issue these cards make me feel like vomiting. I only wish I will never have to visit a government office there. On the first day of my arrival here, I went to a government office. Here too, I could see crowd, milling crowd indeed. People of every nationalities were seen there. Despite all the big congragation, everything had a method. The first thing a visitor has to do is to take the token number and then relax in the chairs provided. Number is called and the visitor can approach the respective counter.

The first day itself, they took my blood samples, took X ray of my chest and then the thumb impression. It was not just thumb impression, they took impression of entire palms. Then a photograph too. Everything was over in a few hours and I was out of it without even having any conversations with any one in that government office. Nearly after fifteen days, the identity card has come to the nearby post office from where I collected it.

So much of tracking of the people in this country. The identy card contains every information pertianing to a person. Still, if the government could check the crime rate is to be debated. Just two days back, a Pakistani national went into a hospital owned by a Malayalee, caught hold of a Malayalee doctor and simply slit his throat, just like killing a lamb. He died on the spot. The killer has been a patient of this Eurologist for the past three months, but the motive behind this crime is not yet known. Crime happens despite all such high tech tracking systems.

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Eevery restaurant in this locality offers drinking water when the guests are in seat. These are Indian restaurants. Still there are one or two exemptions to this. The other day, I went to one such eatery. I ordered a sounth indian thali. It had very limited dishes and the taste of them had nothing to do with South India. Still the bill was for 19 dirhams, something like 6 to 7 dirhams more than the other restaurants are charging. Here, they do not offer water too. If we have to drink water, we have to order it, and a half litter per bottle costs 1.5 dirham. Strange. People find different ways to make money. One is this.


El Dorado Cinema is just opposite my hotel. I had nothing to do on Saturday. How many hours I can remain bed ridden in the room? I decided to cross the road and watch the Mohanlal movie Run Baby Run. For the evening show on a holiday, there were not even 50 people to watch the movie. The ticket cost was 30 dirhams, that is roughly 450 rupees, which looks to be high. The lower class costs 25 Dhs. The movie is based on the ethical as well as unethical media exclusives after which the present day electronic media is running to get maximum viewership. The charecters in the movie uses the modern electronic gadgets to do sting operations and exclusive stories  for their TV channels. Last time, when I went to watch Husbands In Goa on Friday noon, the audiance was numbering just around 25 people. I wonder, how the theatre is moving on with such poor patronage by the Malayali community here.


Patronage may be poor at the Cinema Hall but the nearby Spinney's liquor shop was full of 'patrons'. So many people on the Weekend eve were seen picking up different kinds of bottles from the shelves. One Malayalee lady was heard asking the shop attendant if Gin was available only to to be informed that Indian items were not sold in the shop. Look, Malayalees are sincerely patronising the humble beverages in a world where strict anti liquor policies are exisitng.



 

 

 

 

 

 

Some News...Some Views - 17

I sat frozen. The images of the killer of the nine months old girl in US made me numb. I felt once again ashamed of being a himan being. My fellow human being killed the 60 years old grandmother of the kid before kidnapping the child. He then killed the child too after he failed to extract the ransom money.
 

http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504083_162-57538369-504083/pa-grandmother-found-slain-10-month-old-baby-missing-police-say/
 

How cruel a man can be? This is a cold blooded murder committed with a view to earn some money. For him money was above the lives of two people. It is really shocking to see a child being killed like this. We can only hope the US Government takes appropriate action to see him punished expemplarily. He should live in the civilised society as a symbol of evil. Looking at him, the prospective criminals should think twice before setting out for perpetrating violance on innocent people.

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The killer of Norway too got his punishment. Remember the massacre in Norway an year back? A mentally "sane" young man influenced by some extremeist ideologies attached people on the street. He even attacked young studenst who were attending a seminar. The total death was nearly 100 and many many others were injured. The injured may be living a traumatic life for the rest of their life. Still, he got just 21 years imprisonment. The Norwegian law permits the maximum punishment of only 21 years. The interesting thing about the judgement is that, the court has ruled him sane. The prosecution argued for declaring him insane and send him to mental asylum whereas the defence argued that he is sane. The court accepted the defence's contention.

Read more about the this here : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anders_Behring_Breivik

May the heartless killer remain incarcerated for the rest of his life. At the same time, a few of the hard core criminals and mass murderes are enjoying in our jails. They represent a small group of caste, religious or political entities. These tiny groups are able to twist the arms of the government and deny the execution of punishments to these mindless killers.

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Jayapraksh got a new job. Nothing so great in it prima facie. But I am elated. I met him way back in 1997 in Chennai. Since then we have very warm relation. After a few years of working together, we went in different directions in our career. He later joined a construction company in Chennai as a materials manager. Recently, a brainwave occured inside his little big head and the result of it was a change of job. He resisted all offers by his employer to retain him in their fold. He joined a new set up in Chennai. Unfortunately, it was a bad step he put forth. He found himself out of the new employment within a month of his joining there.

I felt sad about it. I criticised him about the wrong step he took in quitting the comfortable job with the previous employer. He left for his home in Keralam with a heavy heart. Like him, I too was very anxious to see him earned an employment at the earliest.

Barely after three weeks of reaching home, he called me. An exulted Jayaprakash played a music to my ears. He got a job near his home. He got a job in Keralam!

I envy him now. That is a dream I too papmer in a corner of my heart for long. I have not stayed at my home village for more than a month after I passed out of my college. How beautiful it could be if I am able to walk from my home to my work place in Olavaipe! I always dream of a walk along the partitions between the paddy fields that wears a green canopy of richness. The white cranes dot the greenery to enhance the beauty. This will not remain a dream for ever. I will follow my friend Jayaprakash's foot steps sooner or sooner. Even if it is impossible to find a job in my village, I shall find a job somewhere in Keralam and happily settle down there with whatever remunaration I get. Otherwise, why can't I follow the people who are featured in the "krishideepam" episodes in Asianet Television? Iwonder tomyself, why such thoughts never kreep into my mind so often!

Here, In the case of Jayaprakash:
Whatever happened, happened for good.
Whatever is happening, is happening for good.
Whatever will happen, that will be for good as well.

I wish him good luck.

 

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Rajath Gupta will go to jail. From the board room to jail room is a pathetic journey by a talented personality in the business field. He was orphaned in his teens. Still he came up with his own talent and hard work and reached the top of everything that is conneccted with business. Still, something terribly went wrong for him. Though I felt sad about his present day situation, a crime is a crime and knowingly or unknowingly he committed one. Law took its course. Let the boss serve his punsihment and come out as a reformed person. I hope he will contribute to the world in a better way after he come out of the jail. May the society pardon hi for his mistakes once he returns fro the prison

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rajat_Gupta

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There was a turbulance in Pakistan recently. Nothing unusual in Pakistan however. This time it was in connection with the attack on a 14 year old girl in the Swath area of Pakistan. Swath is a very beautiful hilly area bordering Afghanistan. This is a stronghold of Taliban. Taliban is  denying education to the girls in this area. Girls were not allowed to go to school. Girls schoo;s are either closed or distroyed by the extremists there.  The girl, Malala opposed and she strongly campaigned against this injustice . The angry Taliban shot her but she survived the attack.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/oct/15/pakistani-schoolgirl-taliban-uk-treatment

One heartening thing in this unfortunate incident is that the civilised society in Pakistan stood up and condemned this cowardly act by a handful of mentally disturbed men. This is an opportunity the civil society in that country to cease of and try to bring peace and harmony in Pakistan. Let there be a concerted attempt by all peace loving people in Pakistan to denounce Taliban and other extremist ideologies.

Surprisingly, the intelluctual class, some politicians who have opinion about anything under the sun and the Human Rights groups were deafenigly silent in India over this issue. What could be the reason?

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This is funny. Watch the video : http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/11/02/npr-apologizes-to-4-year-old-tired-of-bronco-bama/?iid=nf-main-trend-now

The girl got an apology from the National Public Radio (NPR) for the inconvenice. I only wonder if the little girl is so tired of two politicians in a big country like US, what would the kids of our country feel about the situation here? They are being driven mad everyday. Be it a religious festival, a rally by various organizations or a procession by various religious or political groups, it is miserable state of affairs even for the elders here every day.