Blog # 53 Dated: 24 June 2022 (See Blog # 74 for details contained in this Blog)

Dear, ...........,

Namaskar. Today more about Mehrajudin. His ambition was to become a technician. One post was getting vacant and he sought our help. My self and my friend Omkar Nath jee started coaching him. We taught him for both the interview and the practical and workshop practices. We worked hard with him for about two months. The boss for whom he was the man Friday, did not outright promise him the job. There was to be a proper interview. Meanwhile there was another peon by the name Mohd. Yusuf who had plans of his own to get selected to the technician post. He worked hard and appeared to be a clear winner in the race. He approached us to help him preparing for the interview/test. We told him that Mehrajudin was senior in age and he should get the post. We also told him that he being younger one would get more chances in future. Some younger members of the staff among the Engineering cadre decided to coach him because they said that he was technically better of the two and deserved to be employed as a technician.  Now it was a competition between we the seniors coaching Mehrajudin and they the juniors coaching Mohd Yusuf. On the exams day, we went out of our normal way to ensure help for Mehrajudin. First part was the practical test. He cleared it. That was important and that made it easier for him to get selected. The boss was the chairman for the interview. We the seniors touted this as our victory and the juniors were left to lick their wounds. After this Mohd Yusuf sought our pardon and came under our umbrella. A year or so later there was another technician interview and Mohd. Yusuf got selected. The test and selection was in the hands of Omkar Nath Jee. He remained ever grateful to Omkar Nath Jee and would be like his true disciple. One day, Mohd. Yusuf did some mistake while working, Omkar Nath Jee slapped him very hard on his cheek in front of many staff members around. Then Omkar Nath Jee told everyone that if Mohd. Yusuf would have made this mistake in front of any other staff members, then this would mean his (Omkar Nath Jee’s) disrespect because every knew that  he was a disciple. Everyone around agreed with him and Mohd. Yusuf profusely apologised to him. I met Mohd Yusuf many times after this incident. On each occasion he would mention Omkar Nath Jee and would say that he will ever remain grateful to him. He gave all credit to him. He was good at his work.

There was  a middle-aged staff member working in the administration section. He always seemed to be short of money. He would borrow from almost everyone. He would never have any money to repay back. Mehrajudin had a relative. They needed a home tutor for their child. Mehrajudin got this middle-aged person to do the coaching. One day the family informed Mehrajudin that the tutor had taken something from their house without their knowledge. The assignment was terminated. Mehrajudin knew the reason for termination but he did not discuss the issue with the person. The relations remained normal. One day, this person invited Mehrajudin to afternoon tea and snacks at a renowned restaurant in the city. Mehrajudin asked him how did he have money for the party. The person replied in confidence that he had pickpocketed his father that morning. Anyway, now both were enjoying the snacks in the restaurant. Half way, the person excused himself to go to the washroom. Minutes rolled but he did not turn back. Mehrajudin enquired and was told that he had already left. Mehrajudin was shocked. He did not have sufficient money with him to settle the bill. He went to the manager and offered his watch as a security with him till he could go and bring him the money. The manager was a kind hearted person and allowed him to go without keeping his wrist watch. Mehrajudin went home, got the money and paid the manager to settle the bill.

Next day he met the cheat but the previous day’s event was not discussed at all. They continued to be friends. Mehrajudin had a plan up his sleeve. One day late in the month of December, he hid himself in a lane at Lal Chowk. The lane was by the side of the road which his friend use every day to walk to his home after work. As soon as Mehrajudin saw him walking on the road, he came to the main road and met the cheat as if by coincidence. Then he invited him to tea in a nearby restaurant. (He had spoken to the manager there first and hatched a plan with his assistance.)  The cheat did not suspect anything wrong in this invitation. They went in and ordered a number of eatable. Half way, a restaurant staff member came and told Mehrajudin that there was a telephone call for him at the front desk. He left the table to attend the call. This was a part of the plan. There was no call. He left the restaurant. The cheat waited and waited. He had no money with him. Ultimately, the manager allowed him to go after making him leave his coat, sweater cap, and the little money that was in his pocket etc there at the restaurant. He was allowed to leave the restaurant only in shirt and pant in the sub zero of December. Next day Mehrajudin told him that this was a lesson to him for life. I do not know whether the cheat ever changed after that. He would ask me for money too but I would never trust him.

With that I end my story of the day. Bye.

Blog # 52 Dated: 23 June 2022 (See Blog # 74 for details contained in this Blog)

 Dear, ...........,

Namaskar. I shall describe a very interesting character that I met when I was in All India Radio. He was called Mehrajuddin. He was a very interesting character. He was employed as a helper – a post almost same level as a peon in a government office. He happened to live a short distance from our home. Our home area was a predominantly a Hindu area. He lived with his wife and young son in that house. Although he had a low-level job, he would dress well. He would easily make friends. In office during a shift, most incoming calls on the phone would be for him. He was a very good story teller. He would spice up the stories which all of us would enjoy to listen.  He would sell radio sets to staff on installment basis. He would go to Delhi and buy local made radio sets. Then he would carry them to Srinagar. If the radio set would cost him Rs. 100/-, he would quote Rs. 200/- to the buyer. He would take half of the price in cash against delivery and rest in four/five monthly installments. This way, he earned a good amount every month. He has more friends among Hindus than his own community. He had a great sense of humor.

During the Muslim fasting month – Ramadan, he would be on shift duty with us. He would eat all day with us. This was not known to his mother and wife who would every morning feed him and later when he would return home, he would break “fast” in a most religious manner. He would often say that if what is written in their holy book is correct, then on the judgement day, he would be the first person to be punished because all day he would be eating with us “Kafirs” (as the Muslims would call us) during the month while his family firmly knew that he had fasted the full month.

He would be spending almost all his time with us. A colleague of ours - a Hindu was getting married. Those days, the community meals would be served to the guests while they would be seated. The food would be served to them by volunteers each of whom would carry each preparation and then serve it on the thali (plate) of each of the guests. Usually, Hindus volunteers would serve during the function in a Hindu houses while Muslims would do it in Muslim functions. Mehrajudin was also a volunteer in this Hindu function. He assumed the name – Maharaj Krishen on this day. He was in the process of serving the guests, when by chance a Hindu lady who was his neighbour recognised him. She shouted to other guests around, that the server was Mehrajudin the son of Zeana. As soon as Mehrajudin heard it, he fast tracked back to the kitchen and announced that he had been recognised as a Muslim guy. He then remained in the background. Some other volunteer told the guests that the lady appeared to have made a mistake in recognising him because he was actually Maharaj Krishen. (There was a risk otherwise - all guests would have refused to eat.)

Mehrajudin was a person for all jobs. Word “No” was not in his dictionary. We would ask him to buy our bus tickets and get front seats allotted when we knew that the same were not available. He would go and get it. We had a Station Engineer. He was South Indian. He was short statured and had some slight abnormality in one of his eyes. He had a terrible inferiority complex. One day he had guests and they wanted to visit Gulmarg. He went to the Tourist Reception Centre to buy the tickets. He requested for front seats. The ticket clerk told him that all front seats were already booked. The boss did not buy the tickets. He returned to office. He called Mehrajudin and told him about his failure to get the desired seats. Mehrajudin told him that it was not a problem at all. He said confidently that he would be able to get the desired seats. But the boss insisted that he would accompany him. (Tourist Reception Centre was a walkable distance away from the All India Radio office.) Mehrajudin approached the Ticket window and got the tickets with front seat allotment. (He told the clerk in local language that the tickets were for his boss and he needed the front seats to impress him. The clerk obliged by opening booking for another bus.) When Mehrajudin handed over the tickets to the boss standing at a distance from the ticket window, he was astonished to see the front seat booking. He went back to the ticket window with Mehrajudin trying to stop him. The boss asked the clerk how he had given front seat tickets now when he had refused the same to him a short time back. At this, the clerk took the tickets back and told him that no tickets are available for him. He started returning the money. At this stage Mehrajudin intervened and requested the clerk to hand over the tickets back. The boss had to cool himself off. His dignity was hurt.       

Mehrajudin had bought a second-hand jeep. He wanted to get appointed to a technician post. He was trying his best to impress the boss. The boss along with his wife would every evening walk from his residence to Lal Chowk (a distance of about 1.5 Kilometers) to buy vegetable. One day by chance Mehrajudin saw them at Lal Chowk. He offered them a ride to their home in his jeep. After that day, he would position himself at Lal Chowk in the evening and then give them a ride. One day the boss asked him, “Mehrajudin, Yeh Kiska Gaadi hai?” Mehrajudin replied “Jinaab, Yeh hamarah hai”. Then the boss did not speak. The wife must have heard the conversation.  It appears that the wife must have taken a class of her husband, the boss on that day evening. (She must have told him that his Helper had a vehicle whereas he being the top boss did not have one.) Next day, the boss called Mehrajudin and told him. “Hamara mem sahib bolta hai ki hum ko gaadi kareedna chaihiyeh” Mehrajudin replied, “Jinaab zaroor khareedna chaiye. Aap farmaiyey kab aap kee pasand key liye pesh karon” The boss said, that the gaadi may be shown to him on next Sunday. Mehrajudin got hold of a car reseller and took him in a car to the boss on Sunday. The boss inspected the car, had its bonnet raised and then inspected the engine etc. Then all three went inside. The boss asked him what the selling price of the car was. The reseller said, Rs. 20,000/- Then the boss shouted some sentences in Tamil language for his wife in other room. The wife replied back in the same language. Then the boss announced “Mem sahib bolta hai Rs. 1000/-“ Hearing this, the car reseller, had bad words (in local language not understood by the boss) for the boss and got up to leave. Mehrajudin begged him to take his seat. He was asked to lower the price. He lowered it to Rs. 19,000/- The boss conveyed the new price to his wife in the same manner as earlier. On hearing the response from the wife, the boss raised the price to Rs. 1,500/- The to and fro continued for about half an hour with the reseller threatening to leave about a dozen times. Ultimately the deal was done at Rs. 7,000/- (I met this “boss” at a parking lot in Delhi some years later. He pointed to the car which he said he had bought in Srinagar) I later learnt that Mehrajudin had arranged a driver to drive it to Delhi as the Boss lacked confidence.

Bye today. More of Mehrajudin tomorrow.    

Blog # 51 Dated: 22 June 2022 (See Blog # 74 for details contained in this Blog)

Dear, …………,

Namaskar. With my blog yesterday, I have generally recounted the events and happening till I was attached to All India Radio. However, there are a couple of interesting mini stories that I remember being there. You may enjoy reading them.    

This one shows how some people can be mean and act in a manner to have an upper hand. We had Diesel Generators in the Studio Centre and Transmitter area. These generators would be run whenever the city incoming power supply would fail or its voltage/frequency would be low. Earlier generators had to be started by rotating a crank with a Z shaped metal handle. This was also true with cars of earlier times before self-start motors were introduced. When these generators were upgraded, the self-start facility was also got introduced. The day the generators were installed, the Diesel Generator operator was handed over the key and the process of starting the Diesel Gen set was shown to him. This person did not tell his colleagues that the set could be started by a key instead of cranking. He would keep the key with him and when he had to start the engine with the key, he would cover his hand and key with a part of his shirt so that no one could see how he was starting the generator.  All others continued to use the cranking handle to start the generator. This continued for some months when the boss saw them cranking with the handle. He asked for the key. No one knew about it. The fellow who had the key was called. He could not offer any explanation for his act. From that day, the key started the gen set. The erring employee left the job. (I do not know whether he left it on his own or was asked to leave.) This episode happened before I had joined AIR.

There were great personalities in All India Radio when I joined there. The senior programme personnel were veterans. They were very impressive and very talented. Most of them were locals. Just before I joined there was a local Director in charge of the station. At that time a producer from Delhi was transferred to Srinagar. He was very eager to learn the local language. He expressed his desire to the officers around him. They agreed to coach him. They told him that they would first teach him how to greet a boss when you first meet him during the day. What they taught him was a very rough line denigrating the sister of the boss. (Behn ki gaali in the local language.) It took him a few days to remember the line and speak it in chaste local language. Then one day, early in the day, he went to the director’s room. The Director was there along with another officer. As soon as this officer entered, he spoke his line and extended his hand to shake the Director’s hand. The Director on hearing him, froze in his seat. It took him some time to compose himself. Then he disposed off the officer who was there first. Next, he asked the officer to take his seat. He complimented him on learning the local language. Then he asked him who had taught him. The officer proudly mentioned the names of the officers who had taught him. The Director then asked the officer to leave. The Director next called all the named officers into his office chamber. Then he gave each one of them a piece of his mind They all were shamed for their behavior. Later in the afternoon when that Delhi officer learnt what had happened and also the meaning of what he had said, he came and tendered his apology to the director. The Director told him that it was not his fault.   

 

One day an American citizen came to the Radio Station. He was to be interviewed as a guest for the programme, “A Guest in the Happy Valley.” The interviewer was to be the Director. (Different one than in the above story) Till the Director could come, there was some time for the guest to roam about and look at the TV Studio system. He was a six and half feet tall gentleman with sturdy shoes which we associated with “Hippe” type Americans of those days in the sixties. When he came to the Control room, he saw the transmitter panel in front of him. Word “COLLINS” was written on the chassis. He enquired whether it was the USA Company “COLLINS” make transmitter. When we said yes, he felt proud of his country and asked us whether we were facing any issues with its working. Hearing the word, “No” from us, his doubly felt proud. Then he went to the next room. At that time, a colleague of mine, remarked in Hindi language that “this person must have been roaming somewhere and has been brought to appear as a guest in the programme” The American in the other room heard it. He came back to the control room. He folded his hands and addressed in chaste Hindi as follows. “I have been approached and I have reluctantly agreed for the interview. If you have any objection, I will go and not attend the interview”. The person to whom he replied got shamed. He did not expect the American to understand Hindi. Just then the Director arrived at the VIP Studio and the interview started. The American during the interview said that he was a Peace Corps member from USA and was on a two- year programme in India. During the first year, he had learnt Hindi language and in the second year he had been teaching Hindi in a school in Rajasthan. I learnt a lesson from this incident. No loose talk ever even when I know for sure that the other person does not understand my language.    

Bye.

Blog # 50 Dated: 21 June 2022 (See Blog # 74 for details contained in this Blog)

Dear,……..,

Namaskar. Yesterday I mentioned about the technician from All India Radio who was selected and sent with me for the training on TV Techniques in Delhi.  He was  a very interesting person on the staff. I will not name him purposely. He would always come to the office properly dressed with a necktie. He would normally do duties at Transmitter. He was married with two children. He had parents and a newly married younger brother. Before joining the Radio service, he had been working in Air Force. He was an Ex-Serviceman. From his way of life and conversing with him, it appeared that he and his wife had separated out of the family soon after his marriage. He was living in a part of the house of his parents in the city. He also had a habit of consuming liquor (from his army background) On occasions, when he would be on morning shifts, and we would be going to his house for the pickup, he would not even answer ours loud calls from below his room from the lane outside the house. Knowingly he would ignore our calls. In short, he appeared to be mean. His father was old and had a defective leg but he nor his wife appeared to take care of his parents. 

When he was selected for a 24-week TV Training course in Delhi along with me, his two children were of school-going age and were  probably in grade 1 and 3. He decided to take his family plus two children to Delhi for the duration of the training period. There he got admission for the children in Army School. Halfway through the training, he got afflicted with Jaundice. He became ill and tried multiple treatments, but his condition only worsened. I contacted his brother in Srinagar by phone. He was a junior accountant in Bhabha Atomic Research Centre in Gulmarg. He came for a few days to Delhi but was not able to help much. In the first week of July, our training was over, and we took the same bus from Delhi to Jammu. Myself and my wife stayed in Jammu for a day or two to spend some time with my elder brother and his family. He and his family continued by bus to Srinagar. On arrival in Srinagar, his health condition deteriorated and his in-laws arranged an emergency consultation with Dr. Ali Jan, a very renowned physician of that time. The doctor saw his condition and he hastened his death by prescribing meat etc. which is a poison for Jaundice a Liver ailment. He was dead within a week of arrival in Srinagar.

The staff attended his funeral. The day after funeral me and my friend Mr. Omkar Nath went to his home to condole the death as it used to be normal in Kashmir.  There we found that the show was run mainly by the in-laws with the parents and brother etc. in the background which is very unusual. Just when we were seated in his room, I noticed some special Japanese Make tube lights on the wall. These tube lights were part of our Japanese make Radio Transmitter. The deceased technician appears to have removed these tube lights from the transmitter and taken these to his home for personal use. In short this was a case of theft.  We called his brother and asked him to remove the lamps before our other office staff would come and notice it.

I collected money for the family in the office. Before paying his wife, I checked with his brother who informed me that he had borrowed money from his office to finance his trip to Delhi a month earlier to meet his ailing brother. He said that he had to return the money in office failing which he would be punished. I asked him to list out all the expenditure. When I saw the list, I was stunned. He had listed his travel expenses to Delhi to meet his brother, the cost of some clothes purchased for the children, and the expenses for the funeral paid on cremation day. I paid him all the money and the balance to the wife of the deceased. The breakup of the amount paid to his brother somehow got leaked and someone conveyed this to the brother of the wife of the deceased. The brother of the lady came to our office and met me. He wanted a copy of the sheet which had details of the expenses listed by the brother of the deceased.  And he sought explanation from me why we had paid money to the deceased’s brother. He wanted to know, why we had paid her less than what we had collected. I told him that we had divided the total collection into two parts and paid one part to the brother (who was holding a minor job himself) of the deceased the amount that he had spent on his brother . He still wanted the list for his information and knowledge.  I promised him to give him the details next day. He came next day but I still did not give the detailed sheet.

I did not give him the details fearing that he and his family would blackmail the brother of the deceased, his family and the old parents. This gentleman made half a dozen visits to my office asking for the details of expenses. On each occasion, I asked him to come the next day. He came every day for a week. He would question me in such a way as if I had stolen his money. When he persisted, I told him on the seventh day in a very rough tone to get lost. I added that it was our discretion to distribute the contribution money and we were not obliged to give him the details. That was the last I saw of him demanding the expenditure details. We arranged a job as a clerk in the office for the wife of the deceased. She never reconciled with the family of her husband and did not allow her children to mix with them. I bumped into her brother a number of times in the following years but he never once raised the expenditure list issue again.  I met the lady a number of times after that and she always thanked me for arranging fore her a job in office. 

Bye.

Blog # 49 Dated: 20 June 2022 (See Blog # 74 for details contained in this Blog)

Dear, ...........,

Namaskar. Yesterday on Father’s Day, I conveyed to you what I remember about our father. What I wrote was only about 5% of what I remember about him. I will in days to come write more about him. You will enjoy reading my remembrances about him.

Now I will continue with what I was on with my blog on 17^th June. While I was in the midst of my exams, I was promoted to the post of Senior Engineering Assistant. The promotion had nothing to do with my appearing for the exams. The promotion was routine depending upon my seniority and fitness. The promotion meant a little more money. Meanwhile my eagerness to appear in more papers continued unabated. I had to clear three more papers to complete the programme. Then they decided to add one more paper on Accountancy. I had no clue how to prepare for the programme. Then I was sent to Delhi for TV training programme. Here I joined a coaching institute at Connaught Place. The class was held twice a week. First time that I attended the coaching, I found about a dozen students in the class. The coaching tempo was slow because most of the students were slowing the instructor down. At his rate of progress, it would take him six months and more to complete the course. I looked at the book he was teaching us from when he briefly left the room. Next day I went to the book market in Old Delhi and bought the book. I did not attend the coaching class. I studied the book and within one month, I had studied it from page one to the end. On the exams day, I appeared in all the rest of papers and on the result day, I had passed all but one. (Later I taught this subject to others sitting for the exams.) I had failed one paper – Electronic Measurements by three marks. I had to wait for six more months to attempt clearing the paper.

TV Studio Centre was under construction at Srinagar, when I was in the process of writing for the exams. Till then only one TV Studio Centre had been in operation in India and that was at Delhi. Along with Srinagar TV Studio, two or three more TV Centres were in the process of construction at Mumbai, Chennai and Kolkata  The Centre Government picked up staff from All India Radio Stations all over the country for training in Delhi. I was picked up from All India Radio Srinagar along with one Technician. The training was for 24 weeks and was conducted by UNDP and was staffed by experts in the field from all over the world. There were about twenty engineers and another twenty programmers, camera men, sound recordists editors etc. attending the training. The first eight weeks, all were trained together (this was necessary as TV Programme production is a process where all are involved and it is necessary to know what is possible by each member.) Every week there would be a test. In the first test itself, I stood first among the lot. I was noticed. In subsequent tests, I would be always among the first three all the time. When the tests progressed, there would be negative marking meaning that if we answer 25 questions correctly and 25 questions wrongly, our total marks would add to ZERO. This was a great lesson that if we did not know the answer, we should not answer it as a guess. The last eight weeks involved hand on training on the production. The instructors would create a system fault and we were to correct it. Here also I was very good. I completed the training with great confidence. Unfortunately, the technician from Srinagar who was sent for training with me, fell seriously ill with Jaundice. He was dead within one week of our return to Srinagar after the training.

After my return to Srinagar, the Six-monthly Grad I.E.E.E. exams date came near. This time, we had an exams centre in Srinagar itself. I had prepared for my last paper thoroughly. I sat for the exams and the way I answered the questions, I was sure that I would pass easily. I did pass when the results were declared. I was now a Graduate in an approved programme. I informed the head office and supported it with the papers. I was promoted to the post of Assistant Engineer. My friend Mr. Omkar Nath also completed the course and he was also promoted. I was allotted to TV Centre Srinagar and he was posted to All India Radio Srinagar. We continued to be close friends although we never worked together again in our professional life.          

 That is enough for the day. Bye.

 

Blog # 48 Dated: 19 June 2022 (See Blog # 74 for details contained in this Blog)

 Dear, ………   

Namaskar. Today is Father’s Day. Therefore, I will write the blog today to honor the fathers. Father’s Day is generally a day of celebration in the Western World. It is so because it is linked to the culture in this part of the world. Here children leave their parents as soon as they attain adulthood. Then they live on their own by leaving their parent’s home. So that they do not forget the parents altogether, they celebrate the Father’s Day and Mother’s Day once every year. On this day, the children would meet the father and present him with a gift. If the children are far away, they arrange to have a card and a gift delivered to them. With us in India the children would be staying with parents all the time. Therefore, there would be no need for similar celebrations there. However, with the globalization and amalgamation of cultures, we have copied the western way of life. Thus, we also celebrate Father’s Day now.

Remembering fathers, my thoughts go to my father. He was a man of special qualities. He was a different type of father. Today’s generation can simply not visualize fathers of those times. Here I will describe him. He was known to the world as Prem Nath Khazanchi. Brothers and elders in the family called him – Dedh Lal. We children would call him Baigash. He lost his mother when he was a toddler. He did not appear to have normal childhood. He was pampered in the absence of his mother. A step mother did not suit him. His step brothers and step sister would look to him with respect and love. The step sister was the youngest of the lot. He loved his step sister till the last day of his life. 

The pampering during the childhood, caused him to have a difficult life. He did not show much inclination to studies. He would tell us in later years, that his father engaged teachers for him but he would just not study. He seems to have read up to grade 5 and then almost nothing till his adulthood. During this time he seems to have been enrolled into an alternate stream of studies. He joined an art class but left it half way. In later years after retirement, he would do some sketching. He did a set of sketches for one of his granddaughters. Our brother Boba Jee has framed  the drawings and displayed them in his house. I have got a picture taken of that one and here it is for all to see.

His father had a circle of good friends. One of them was a prominent civil servant of those times. My father stayed with him for some times. My father would say later in life to us, that they would take very good care of him. The Civil servant got him appointed as Station Officer, Fire Brigade in the municipality of Pahalgam Kashmir. He was the boss there. When my father was around 55 Years or so, the Pahalgam Fire station was taken over by the State Government Fire Services Department. In Pahalgam he was living as a king. After the take over, he was transferred to Bijbihara Fire Station. Here also he was the boss but it was not the same thing as in Pahalgam. I will narrate a couple of incidents here which I am sure that you will enjoy reading too. (Some time in future, I will write detailed blogs to describe various aspects of our father. He was a great personality.) 

Baigash Jee would always look at the figure of Shanker Jee tattooed on his left arm, from wrist to elbow, first thing in the morning. He would then wash his face etc. and would regularly wash the figure of Shankar Jee on his arm whatever the weather/temperature of water flowing down the tap. Then he would do, what we call puja. It used to take him about an hour. For the first half-hour, he would sit down straight with legs crossed and hands on his knees in a yoga posture. He would be keeping his eyes closed. He would be silent. Probably he was reciting something inwardly. During the next half an hour, he would recite Panchastavi in Kashmiri (I may like to add here that Pandit Jia Lal Saraf who was an engineer by profession is the one who has done Kashmiri Translation of Panchastavi which is originally in Sanskrit) He would also recite some other leelas. He would do it loudly. I have heard his father and one of his bother's mention so many times that he was reciting it all wrong. After my retirement from Doordarshan, I along with some Kashmiri Pandits residing in Faridabad found that there was a great scholar of Kashmiri religious texts also living in a flat in our colony. His name was Shri R.N.Dullu. We formed a group and every week we would assemble for two hours. Here he would teach us how to recite Mahimnapaar, Panchastavi, Vishnu Sahastranaam, and Bhagwat Gita. He would provide us translation in Kashmiri too. While he was teaching us, Panchastavi, we came across a shalok. The shalok is “Mantir te tantir chus na kehn jaanan, Jannan chus na mata chon mahima, aavahan te dyan chus na kehn te jaanan, jannan chus na mata cheni tuta. (The meaning of this is – Mother, I do not know anything, I do not know how to recite, I do not really know how great you are, I do not know how to meditate, I do not know how to speak correctly about you. The devotee in me is asking for forgiveness from the Goddess for not being able to recite her greatness and power correctly.) When I remember Baigash jee’s recitation, I weigh it against this shalok. Since he was doing it with devotion, even if it were wrongly read and recited, the Goddess mother would have forgiven him. Most of us Kashmiri Pandits pronounce words wrongly. One example is the name: Shiv Jee but most would call him Shav Jee. Shiv refers to God whereas Shav refers to a dead body. Such examples can be multiplied.  

One day he was as usual in Pahalgam and was wondering why one fireman had not reported to the office for a couple of days. He had not sent a leave application either and no other person in the workplace knew the reason for his absence. This was disrupting the duty schedule at the workplace. Just when he was in the process of arranging substitute staff person, the absent fireman, Gulam Mahmood came and reported to Baigash Jee. Baigash Jee when relating the incident to us later said that the fireman looked run down and with grown stubble on his face. He looked worried. So Baigash jee asked him, what the reason was and why he had been absent for the last couple of days. To this, Gulam Mahmood replied, "Meh maharah gaye zannan khalass. (Before I write the translation of this sentence, let me tell you what khalass means. The word has two meanings - one, it means died usually used by Hindus, and the other meaning, to deliver a child usually used by Muslims. So Mahmood meant that his wife had delivered a child, Baigash jee understood that his wife had died) So Baigash jee responded by saying loudly with emphasis "Hiye Afsoos, What was her age?" Now Mohmood understood that Baigash Jee had taken a different meaning of his statement. So immediately, he revised his statement and clarified that his wife had delivered a son. So Baigash immediately responded thus “Achha tele chuy Mubarak. Baccha cha theekey” (Meaning, Ok, then congrats to you. Is the child in good shape). Soon after he told everyone around what he had understood first. Everyone enjoyed a big laugh. Whenever we used to remind Baigash Jee about this in later years, he would give a hearty laugh too.      

I am sure that our father must have attained a spot at the lotus feet of Bhagwan Krishna and he must be resting there. One great thing. He did not leave anything to us children. Therefore, there has been no dispute between us brothers and sister to fight with each other over distribution of property and assets. We have remained close together. He was honest all his life. This honesty has been a source of prosperity for we his children and our grandchildren. 

Hope you have enjoyed reading today’s blog. Bye for now.

 

Blog # 47 Dated: 17 June 2022 (See Blog # 74 for details contained in this Blog)

 Dear, ...........,

Namaskar. In my last blog, I wrote in what conditions and circumstances, I first took the exams for the recognised examining body. It would on completion grant me a Grad.I.T.E certificate. Grad I.T.E. meant, Graduate Institution of Telecommunication Engineers. There was another parallel but very old examining body those days called AMIE. AMIE was mostly in Civil, Mechanical and Electrical streams of study. After I started my studies for Grad.I.T.E, the examining body did some changes in the subjects and introduced more papers. They called the new degree as Grad.I.E.E.E. (Graduate Institute of Electronics and Electrical Engineering.) After I cleared the first paper, the fear of exams and my feeling of inferiority evaporated. I decided to next concentrate on appearing for four papers. I bought books and would study almost round the clock. Even in office, I would take my books and study most of the time. In one month I would prepare for one paper thoroughly. Thern I would start for the other paper in the next month. While this was happening, I got involved in the accident at Transmitter (my face and hand burning - already described in my blog on 06 June). The exams date was getting close. I had to go to Jammu for the exams as there was no examining centre at Srinagar. I was having difficulty writing with my hand because of injuries sustained during the accident. Frequent skin softening cream had to be frequently applied to relieve pain during the process of writing. I sat for the exams on the due date and performed well. The results were declared. I had cleared three out of four papers. Mr. Krisnamurthy had by then left Srinagar but he had seen the results. He sent me a letter congratulating me for my progress.

I decided to appear for four more papers (Three new ones plus one which I had failed in my previous attempt.) But here was a hurdle about which I was fearful. It was the drawing paper. I was used to see my elder brothers engineering drawings sheets. His drawings were excellent. The remarks of his teachers on the drawings were great. There would be no mistake and the lines would be drawn in very clean manner. My brother would always tell me that my drawing skills were very poor and in fact it was that way. But I had to pass the Drawing paper. He helped me by referring  me to one of his teachers (Mr. Moza) I met him and he agreed to coach me two times a week. I was to go to his house at 8 AM. I went to his house on the first scheduled day at the appointed time with a book that he had recommended. He explained the first chapter. Then he asked me to make a drawing and come to him with the homework done. On my way back home, I bought some A2 Sized plain paper sheets and ordinary geometry instruments. In no time, I completed the drawing. Then I studied the next three chapters on my own and did three more drawings. With all these I went to Mr. Moza for the second class of the week. I remember that he was still sleeping when I reached his house. His wife prepared the place for the coaching hurriedly. Mr. Moza came and started looking at the drawings that I had made. He found that I had done them correctly but were not drawn on a proper drawing sheet of A0 Size. He also pointed out that I had not drawn the margins on the sheet. He also was not happy about my lettering. I noted the points. Then he started teaching me the second chapter. I requested him to move to the fifth one because I had already done three chapters without him. I told him that I was in a hurry to complete the course. He taught me the fifth chapter. By the time it was to be the third session with him, I had completed the book. I knew how to draw but had not actually drawn properly. I would roughly practice how to draw the lines at home without actually drawing them professionally. I told him after the third session that I would be reading and practicing on my own and thanked him for his guidance. I bought another book on machine drawing and learnt from that too. Till then I had not ever used a proper drawing board and a Tee and proper drawing accessories.

On the day of the exams, my brother arranged a drawing board plus Tee for me in Jammu. I picked it up a day before the exams and dropped it back at a predetermined location after the exams was over. I did well. The questions set in the paper were a deviation from the past. On my return to Srinagar after the exams, I met Mr. Moza and showed him the question paper. I told him that I had done well and hoped to pass the paper. After the results were out, I received the result sheet. I had passed the Drawing paper. I again went to Mr. Moza and informed him. I thanked him for his help. He later met my brother and conveyed appreciation for my hard work. He told him that when he had seen the question paper, he was sure that I must have failed although I had showed confidence.      

This was my third six monthly test. By the end of first two tests, I had grown confident. I found passing much easier than I had imagined. It was so because some staff from Delhi who would pose as experts in the office would repeatedly fail in clearing the exams. I persuaded my friend Mr. Omkar Nath who was so good in dealing with technical issues in office to also sit for the exams. He was not ready and was not prepared to study. At my repeated requests, he gave in. I helped him with books and study material. I helped him especially with Engineering Maths. He was also with me when we  had to appear in my third six monthly tests. The day the maths paper appearance was there, there was a stir in the hall after the question paper was distributed. The questions were unexpected for everyone. It appeared that there would be a boycott. Omkar Noth Jee was also confused looking up at the paper. He sought permission from the invigilator to smoke. The permission was granted. He smoked while I had started working at answering the questions. I spoke to him in hushed tone that he should calm down and remember what he normally knew. In the commotion with others shouting in the hall, I conveyed to him some hints in solving the problems set. We two were the only ones to start working while rest of the six or seven other students then calmed down and also sat to answer the questions. Some of them adopted unfair means to copy by visually looking at my on paper answers. This was later reported that there had been protests in a large number of exams centres in the country. When the results were declared, less than 20 students from all over India out of thousands had cleared the paper. I along with Omkar Nath Jee and one more fellow who had copied from me at the Jammu centre had passed.         

More in next blog. Bye for now.