hindustan ka dil

Every year in spring time swarms of butterflies arrived and we were busy catching them...... one who gets his hands on the larger and most colour full one wud be the champ ............. but i was into this not to be a champ, but to hold in my hands a most amazing flying creature (for me at least) so beautiful and delicate (that i only realized later). But the problem was we cant hold them cuz our hold on there wings, damaged them and colours from there wings stuck to my fingers .......... that was so surprising how can she leave her colour ....that was really strange. So we decided to make a big Sand Castle to keep our catch..... it was collective wisdom of all the kids there, big small and little ones too ..... Huge sand castle with walls reinforced with sticks and twigs, windows covered with polythene, a main door and a roof made of translucent polythene. It was the best we cud make. Then the frenzy started, soon the castle was full with butterflies every ones catch in it.... ...

A reminiscence of my child hood incident, when i got a nice spanking from my hindi teacher.... for a spelling mistake, while writing “no” ( nahi) in devanagri, i used smaller version of the matraa “ e “ in “nahi ” . back then learning the correct matra was crucial for my passing the exams. So i did learnt how to write nahi but as a punishment she asked me to fill 20 pages of my note book with nahi, nahi nahi, nahiiiiiiii.............. 13 yrs after, now i wonder how does it matters if can’t write nahi correctly or any other hindi word in devnagri script...... Few days back (being electrical engineer) i had to write electricity in hindi ( viidyut) i could hardly figure it out ...... man how does one write vidyut ......!! & nirikshan (inspection) & Gyan & many more...... i can write them in Roman Script in java script, VB script but not in the one it is intended for....... Since the inability to write those words correctly has no implications on my profession ...... ...

This was my third transfer in a year................. and one of colleague having good connections........ was determined to make out....... where i am being transferred........ as exact orders where not issued....... while he was on cell connected to his connection we all stood by his side listening to his conversation ........ and he said.................. " kuch pata laga kahan ja raha hai ....... " " hmm ........ " " JHABUA "....................... and we all repeated JhabuaaaAAAAAA ......... (repeated and laughed in chorus) till there coffee spilled out of cup................. jhabua is a tribal district on border of MP and Gujrat ..... as remote as the name sounds........ and the famous phrase was born ...... " Jhabua gaya babua "....... and all of them changed my contact details ..................... now am " Jhabua " in there phone books or may b in there conversations too.......... :) this is the way it began ..........