A Spooky Halloween tale

Halloween always reminds me this spooky episode of my grandmother's tryst with the outer world. She used to narrate us this story from her childhood which till date stands fascinating.

Those were the days when incurable diseases like Cholera not Condom which kept India's population under control as villages were wiped out due to "MAHAMAARI", incurable diseases perfectly curable now leading to mass extinction. Our grandma was about 10 years old when she fell seriously ill.
Her parents quit on her, when they saw her eyes closed and her body became cold.

She remembered floating above her body, watching her parents crying. She saw some of her dead relatives. That included her sister, barely two years older who was close to her and succumbed a year earlier to Small Pox. She told my grandma, not to worry about the nether world, as she got familiar company.
Then a big burly guy came from nowhere, yelling - "What she is doing here ? She needs to go back. Her time hasn't come yet." Soon she opened her eyes, to see her sobbing parents relax and wipe off tears from their eyes.

From that moment she started miraculously recovering. Our grandma lived a long life, well into her 90s, never ever suffering any major ailment and leading a very smooth life until she passed away the age of 95. Till her death, she was active, taking care of herself and passed away away peacefully while taking afternoon siesta. A blessed death for any human.

In modern day clinical terms, it is called NDE (Near Death Experience). I would think, this was a short term Nether Death Experience, her tryst with the outer realms. Whatever it may be, my grandma forever insisted on this event, took RAANA (swore on the lives of her near and dear ones) of speaking the truth. I do have reasons to trust her, as ladies from that generation took their RAANA seriously, especially when it comes to their kids and grand kids. Happy Halloween !!!

Death Anniversary of Indira Gandhi

 Exactly 41 years ago, on the morning of 31st October, 1984 Indira Gandhi, the then Prime Minister of India was assassinated by her Sikh body guards. Incidentally she was in Bhubaneswar in the state of Odisha the day before and I saw her from close quarters. I vividly remember that day as our classes in College were suspended and an ongoing cricket match between India and Pakistan being canceled. Coincidentally her father PM Jawaharlal Nehru and youngest son Sanjay Gandhi were in Odisha just few days before they died.

Eminent writer Khushwant Singh who once used to be very close to her family, especially to her younger son Sanjay Gandhi, but later fell out of her favor after Sanjay's death in an air crash wanted to visit her place to pay his last respect in spite of their estrangement. When he was about to leave he got a call from a well wisher (I have forgotten the person's name) - "Sardarjee (as Sikhs are addressed), Have you lost your mind ? Don't ever dare going out now. The goons of Congress are dragging Sikhs out of vehicles and roasting them alive. They are going to make a Sikh KABAAB (roast) out of you".

Needless to say, the hired goons of HKL Bhagat (An East Delhi Mafia) and goon troika of Lalit Maken, Jagdish Tytler and Sajjan Kumar - all HONORABLE MPs from Congress party, were directly accused of conniving and complicity in the riots against the hapless Sikhs who have no connection with Indira's killers except their religion.

Thousands of Sikhs were killed and maimed in the days following. Estimates vary - from the government issued figure of 2,800 to the independently assessed number 8,000 to 10,000. All said and done, many hardened criminals were released from jails that fateful evening in full police protection. Scores were armed with iron rods and Kerosene oil.

Bribed and motivated by the 100 rupee note handouts (had a decent purchase value then) and fueled by bottles of liquors alleged supplied by Sajjan Kumar and Lalit Maken (Uncle of Congress politician Ajay Maken who was a baby when his parents were mowed down by Sikh gunmen months later for his dad's involvement in anti-Sikh riots in Delhi), they went on rampage, destroying life and property of Sikhs they came across.

Indira's son Rajeev Gandhi who took over as the Prime Minister after his mother's untimely death shrugged off the Sikh massacre as "When a big tree falls the surrounding earth shakes". Government controlled All India Radio and Doordarshan blacked out the mass killing of Sikhs. People tuned in to British Broadcasting Corporation(BBC) to get the stunning news of Sikhs being killed not in the hundreds but in thousands (Ironically the news of killing of Sikhs by iron rods and garlanding them with tyres set on fire would have stayed hidden from the same folks who today despise BBC for reporting some unpalatable truth from India).

This is not the sole example. Our great Congress party, espousing soft Hindutva has a history of involvement in several large scale killing of minorities including Muslims whom ironically it now portrays itself as their savior. The following ones come on top of my mind, though I am sure of many more such incidents taking place under the auspices of our Grand Old Party Congress.

1983 - Nellie massacre in Assam (3,000 killed)
1987 - Maliana near Meerut (50 Muslim youths picked up from their homes and killed by the UP police)
1989 - Bhagalpur in Bihar (1000 killed).

Congress was in power in both at the Center and the above states during the above mentioned pogroms of Muslims.

BJP is no lily white, but it sounds utterly hypocrite when Congies like Digvijaya Singh and Ajay Maken whose father incidentally handed out 100 rupee notes and liquor bottles as prize to teach the Sikhs a lesson, are accusing BJP of resorting to Communalism. This is nothing but a classic case of Pot calling the kettle black. Death of Indira was itself the end of an era but the progrom that followed paved the way minority bashing in the future.

The Super Cyclone of 1999

 Touched by Bay Of Bengal on its Eastern frontier, Odisha, my state back home in India is prone to Cyclones (counterpart of Hurricanes in North America). The cyclones come churning their way through Indian Ocean before making landfall anywhere on India's vast East Coromondel Coast.

It took my memory back on this day to the month of October, 1999 exactly 26 years ago when arguably the worst cyclone of my lifetime hit Odisha in the form of Category 4-5 winds more than 150 miles per hour (250 kmph) knocking down trees, houses, killing humans and livestocks in several thousands. 

Caught napping and pants down, the inept and corrupt administration in Odisha was unprepared for such an eventuality. It was completely caught by surprise, like a fox in front of searchlight - stunned, stoned and clueless. By the time the hapless authorities could recover and gather strength and resources to launch some semblance of relief and rescue operation, the damage was already done in terms of life, property and reputation.

On that day in America, I was travelling on a new Consulting assignment to the state of Arkansas and just arrived at my hotel when my sister called from Chicago and blasted me in one breath conveying the bad news from home. I rang up my father in Bhubaneswar expecting my call not to go through. It was a pleasant surprised to hear his voice at the other end, as our home phone was back working less than 24 hours after the storm. I was glad my folks were safe and sound, sans couple of fallen Papaya trees in our backyard and lot of coconut branches strewn on the ground.

There was no smartphone or Wifi those days. Face and book were two separate words - juxtaposing them into one entity was strictly fantasy. My hotel lobby had a few computers where I promptly logged into internet via now defunct AOL (America Online). There was a handful of Odia websites those days, but they were yet to carry any news of damage. Probably they were not in a position to carry the news due to the power outage. Only a few web editions of national newspapers provided some glimpse of the horrendous loss of life and property.

The picture got clearer couple of days later as the weather cleared up. National media carried clear pictures of bloated corpses of humans and livestock floating in swamps created by the receding sea water, insects and flies swarming around. Stuck in the debris, there were no dogs, only jackals, crows or vultures left to feed on them corpses. The sight was gross and ghastly, still etched in my memory.

It was rumored that Giridhari Gomango, the Chief Minister of Odisha (equivalent of a Governor in US) at that time ignored the warning about Cyclone based on the advice of his personal Astrologers who sooth-sayed him with confidence not to worry, as the the Cyclone would skip his state. But Odisha took the brunt of the Super Cyclone hitting the heart of Odisha with full force. Gomango took the full brunt of widespread criticism on the aftermath of the great devastation and was subseqently forced out of his job. 

For the cunning, powerful and disgruntled Congress leader JB Patnaik, the man Gomango replaced not long ago the incident was manna dew, an opportunity to score a political goal. He reportedly played some deliberate politics to accentuate Gomango's removal. Previously in power for 14 years he activated his widespread contacts and sleeper cells inside the all pervading Bureaucracy calling shots in Odisha to indulge in tardy distribution of the relief materials, causing further damage to the reputation of the CM Gomango who was soon was unceremoniously removed. 

Since then things have changed a lot over the last quarter of a century. Lessons were learnt from the mistake of 1999. The subsequent administrations led by the then Chief Minister Naveen Patnaik have done a commendable job in disaster management. In meantime technology grew in leaps and bound. Modern day satellites are able to accurately predict and track the path of Cyclones. Time being the essence, prior anticipation and tracking of this behemoth single eyed monster has led to evacuation of public en masse, drastically reducing the casualty. When the ferocious Fani hit the Odisha shore in 2019, nearly a million were evacuated to Cyclone shelters. Though damages to property was extensive but valuable human lives were saved.

What hasn't changed is the corruption in the post cyclone relief distribution which may have gone from bad to worse. As my friend, young man Pravat Pruseth questioned - ୧୯୯୯ ମହାବାତ୍ୟାରେ ଆମେରିକା ସରକାର ପଠେଇ ଥିବା ପାଞ୍ଚ ହଜାର ଟଙ୍କା ମୂଲ୍ଯର ଗୋଟିଏ ଗୋଟିଏ କମ୍ବଳ ଫାଇଭ ଷ୍ଟାର ହୋଟେଲ ଗୁଡିକରେ ପହଞ୍ଚିଲା କେମିତି ? (How come blankets sent by the US government during super Cyclone 1999 manage to reach the 5 Star Hotels) ? There were talks of some of the high quality tarpolenes from America to act as shelter cover of the storm affected public ended up covering the cars of the BADA BADIA (Big Shots) in Bhubaneswar. The relief somehow manages to reach the greedy, not the needy. 

In this context, it is not unusual for another Cyclone named Manthan just hit Southern part of Odisha, now that it is the peak hurricane season in Bay of Bengal. But it wasn't too bad, more like a walk in the park considering a lot of guardrails and safety measures already in place. 

Apart from the ubiquitous improvement in preparedness the following factors have helped in facing the Cyclone menace over the years.

1. Because of the advance technology and satellite imagery the authorities are informed well in advance to plan evacuations ahead of time.

2. Due to improvement in economy, number of concrete houses have gone up to replaced the predominantly thatched, mud hits in villages. Concrete houses can withstand strongest of the stronger wind.

3. Number of media, social or otherwise has gone up. Though they have gone hyperactive for their own TRP and other benefits, they indirectly act as an antidote to complacency, keeping the authorities and the public on their toe which as a benefit in disguise. Alertness helps. Alwaya better be safe than sorry. 

RIP Satish Sah

 My first introduction to Television was on November 19, 1982 when I saw the electronic device for the first time in my life in my 9th Grade (Class IX as it was called those days). The occasion was inauguration of Asiad 82, the Asian Games held in India's capital New Delhi. In my alma mater D.M. School in Bhubaneswar a new color Television of brand Konark TV was installed in the school library. The afternoon classes were suspended and the school bus supposed to carry us back home was delayed to enable the students to take a glimpse of the inauguration ceremony.

During the first ever transmission of the TV in Bhubaneswar in form of the Asian Games we were glued to a new gadget called Television which neither we nor any one from our 14 generations ever saw with our eyes, ears and mouth wide open. The telecast was hazy with frequent loss of signal with "Appu", the baby elephant mascot of the Games stepping forward holding a placard proudly proclaiming "RUKAWAT KE LIYE KHED HAI" (Sorry for the interruption). We, spellbound students clapped with enthusiasm as Indira Gandhi, the then Prime Minister of India who would be assassinated less than couple of years later inaguated the games. But more clapping was reserved for the actor Amitabh Bachchan, the one man Bollywood industry of the time. No sooner the camera captured him live than the entire library erupted with excitement as we saw our favorite star live in any form outside movie theatres for the first time in our lives.

I sneaked in our neighborhoods to watch cricket matches and "Chitrahaar", a collection of Hindi songs from Bollywood movie industry until couple of months later my dad bought us a Black and White "Rohini Delux" TV with an an extra feature of blue screen attached to make the images look spicier. As the sky cleared in month of March, 1983 and starry, windy nights adored the crispy dark skies of Bhubaneswar, I tuned on to faraway Dhaka TV which aired the latest American movies. The experience was unreal. However I missed the color transmission. My dad could have easily afforded a Color TV at that time, but our plea for one fell into his deaf years. He summarily dismissed my request with a sarcastic tone - "Will you see two Amitabh Bachchans or two Kapil Devs on Color TV" ? Focus on your academics. Many those days believed that youngsters would become a "CHHATARA" (Girl chasing vagabond) or a "BAZAARI" (Free roaming loafer) with exposure to Television. A few from our generation eventually became CHHATARA or BAZAARI, but TV had nothing to do with it.

My father hardly watched any TV as most evenings he was busy tutoring students Physics at our home. But his great sense of humor made him to take breaks from tutoring students to watch comedian Satish Sah in the TV serial "YEH JO HAI ZINDAGI" which aired on Prime Time twice a weak. It was an outstanding family oriented comedy soap opera series directed perfectly towards the middle class milieu with Satish Sah being the central character who would make you laugh till your stomach hurt. Next day in college we talked a lot about the actor, some of us trying to recollect his dialogs trying to emulate him. Those were the days of limited entertainment sans internet and social media, when color TV used to be luxury.

Satish Saha soon moved to Bollywood, but never could replicate his fame on TV. He passed away today at the age of 74 after battling kidney ailments. RIP the first Comedian on TV who left his indelible mark in me. Om 🕉 Shanti.

The Birthday of United Nations

 Today is the Birthday of United Nations, arguably the world's biggest, bloated bureaucracy which houses a bunch of nincompoom entitlement seekers, famous for their lack of efficiency and accountability. A spineless organization which goes by acronym UN, it has more failures than success on its Balance Sheet ever since its inception post World War II in 1945. 

A sizable amount of its maintenance is born by the American Taxpayers. It's now high time to dissolve and dismantle this junk body, or the United States kicks them out of their own soil. What a blatant waste of prime real estate properties in New York and Washington DC which can be used for far better purpose as UN hardly serves any purpose.

The member nations in United Nations in contrary to the name suggests are hardly united. In spite of tons of money poured into them (mostly American) many poor nations still remain poor, languishing in poverty. Those who have succeeded in moving tens of millions out of poverty (notably China and India), have done so by helping themselves and with some help from private charitable agenies, rather than taking anything remotely from the United Nations.

Not ago Saudi Arabia headed the UN council of Human Rights. Amongst other members is China, another Champion of human rights violation .completing the league of distinguished gentlemen of the so called protectors of Human rights. Its Security Council is used as personal fiefdom of its veto wielding members to further their own selfish agenda. It has hardly achieved any world peace and stability, which was supposed to be the primary goal when the organization was formed 80 years ago.

In June, 1981 following the Israeli strike on the Iraqi Nuclear Reactor on the outskirts of Baghdad, US promptly vetoed any UN resolution to chastise Israel. I still vividly remember this cartoon by R K Laxman on the front page of India's prominent newspaper of the time, The Times Of India, where the UN Secretary General was telling the recalcitrant, mockingly grimacing Israeli PM - "The more you launch such an attack, you will be condemned more severely". It still does the same.

44 years down the road not much has changed. Not long ago Philippines threatens to come out of UN, a trend would be set for more nations to come out of this behemoth global Babudom (bureaucracy). Hopefully it is the harbinger of the demise of this monolithic structure, the sooner the better. Why stick to an institute which after scores of years of existence has far more failures than achievements to its credit ? In my opinion completely getting rid of it is not going to hurt anything. A world without UN will be more or less the same - sans billions of wasted dollars.

Happy Diwali 2025

 It is interesting to note that Halloween in the United States and Diwali, the Festival of Lights in India come around the same time in year. This year it's unique, for both Diwali and Halloween happen to be 10 days apart but there have been occasions they fall on the same day. Both occasions involve respecting the dead in their respective ways. However, there is a difference. Diwali indicates the culmination of the festival season in India, whereas Halloween is the harbinger of the festive season in America, with Thanksgiving, Christmas holidays to follow towards the end of November and December. Halloween is nvariably on October 31 every year as Westerners follow the Gregorian Calendar. The date of Diwali which follows the Hindu Lunar Calendar falls on a New Moon Day, comes very close its American counterpart of Halloween every year.

In Odisha we call it DEEPABALI, but the genX in the state has already switched to the more fancied, eye catching "Diwaali". Traditionally earthen lamps are lit and KAUNRI KATHI (a thin, white capillary stick which is empty inside) is burnt to wish salvation to the departed souls. The culture of incessant bursting of loud, noisy crackers (fireworks) is an outside import along with the fireworks manufactured in Sivalakshi, Tamil Nadu or imported from China these days. This cultural deviation commenced as an urban phenomenon in Odisha, now well permeated into its villages.

Though an important festival in Odisha, unlike Diwali which is arguably the major festival in India, especially in the North and West, Deepabali is more like just another festival, because the preceding Durga Puja and Raja festival during the early monsoon steal more limelight. But invasion of North Indian culture along with Hindi when sister now a days is preferred to be addressed as a "Didi" rather than a "Naani or Apaa", thanks to the all pervading Ekta Kapoor's TV serials, Deepabali is slowly paving it's way to Diwaali in Odisha.

Not sure if many remember the traditional Odia way of celebrating Deepabali is to invite the deceased forefathers with shouting at their top of their voice - 

"ବଡ଼ ବଡ଼ୁଆ ହୋ ! ଅନ୍ଧାରରେ ଆସି ଆଲୁଅରେ ଯାଅ । ଗଙ୍ଗା ଯାଅ, ଗୟା ଯାଅ, କାଶୀ ଯାଅ, ପୁରୁଷୋତ୍ତମରେ ମହାପ୍ରସାଦ ଖାଇ ବାଇଶି ପାହାଚେ ଗଡ଼ଗଡ଼ଉ ଥାଅ ।" 

Roughly transliterated...
O' our beloved departed Souls, 
Come in the dark but depart in light.
Travel to Ganga, Gaya and Kashi,
After eating the sacred offerings in Puri,
Roll over the 22 steps of Lord's abode).

The new moon night symbolizes arrival of the departed souls in darkness. By lighting lamps we invite them to lighten up with festivities and leave the pervading darkness behind. Our Odia legends Fakir Mohan Senapati, Madhu Babu, Gourishankar Ray, the Pandit duo Gopabandhu and Nilakantha Das et all who worked tirelessly to secure the Odia language must be groping in the dark, shedding tears to see their mother tongue getting ravaged by cultural onslaught from the North. Let's light a few lamps to the salvation of our forgotten heroes and enlighten the GenX.

On the other hand Halloween is a custom of the Western world, much prevalent in America who succinctly protect this tradition from dilution by drivels in any form of outside influence. Homes and front yards are decorated for Ghosts and Ghouls. Kids and adults alike wear fancy and funny outfits, especially the former roam outdoor from door to door asking for "Trick or Treat".

More often the "Treat" of candies is provided to the kids, rather than any "Trick" by the homeowners. Once I tried my own trick to impress a bunch of kids doing a Ghost dance, shaking my 6 packs of fat, which ultimately made the kids flee for their lives. That was the best ghoulish trick they probably ever got.
Since then I have stuck to treating them with Candies. An estimated $10 billion worth of candy is consumed in America during the Halloween. A lot of it wasted, going down the drain, eaten by teeth bacteria and ending up benefiting the Dentists.

Happy "ଦିପାବଳୀ ଶୁଭେଚ୍ଛା, Dipabali, Diwaali" to my friends and family. Stay safe and enjoy the occasion.

Swatchh Bharat mission

 Long overdue, long time ago during the beginning of Indian Prime minister Modi Jee's first tenure, his campaign for cleanliness touched a chord in me. I was so glad that he put some emphasis into something close to my heart. It's another matter like most of his promises made, his endeavor for cleanliness mostly remained in photo ups and optics for public consumption for political purpose than anything substantial came out of his "Swatchha Bharat" (Clean India) movement.

No offence, our metros and other major cities have become giant toilets. Years ago, on a Diwali morning I was on bank of Bindusagar, a shallow pond of historic importance in the vicinity of Lingaraj temple in my city back home Bhubaneswar. It was in the early 1990s when the arteries of Odisha's capital city weren't clogged and no bypass was needed around Bindusagar. The occasion was the SHRADDHA (a ritual for the departed souls) of my grandmother.

No sooner than I entered into ankle deep water of the cesspool I was petrified by a putrid stench emanating from close by. Floating a few feet away I noticed a bloated carcass of a dog. An urchin threw a stone which went straight inside the corpse sending out further ripples of stench which disturbed the flies swarming over it, diverting them towards me. I was on the verge of throwing up feeling the tingling, bitter taste of vomit erupting inside mouth, frantically swatting away the murmuring flies off, ran upwards, jumping through the steps of the haphazardly arranged sedimentary rocks.

Most of us would have encountered similar situations in their lives. We (including me) have a tendency to blame the government on anything and everything but here is a classic example where commoners are responsible for their own actions. Back home on the street across our home in Old Town area of Bhubaneswar, the local authorities have built a nice, slightly slanted PUCCA (metallic) road designed for the drainage of the storm water into the nearby drain which gets chocked on regular basis. The water maint to be drained gets spilled over surrounding street creating stinky, dirty cesspools serving as a great hatchery for mosquitoes. Atop our balcony I could see a guy wearing BMC (Bhubaneswar Municipality Corporation in charge of sanitation) jacket scooping out trash from the clogged drain. Out of curiosity I took a closer look to find grain sacks, plastics (locally called polythene) bags, used sanitary napkins and all kinds of stuff which are not bio-degradable. There is only so much government can do unless folks from our upper middle class locality don't develop civic sense.

A while back it was reported that an Air India flight to Frankfurt had to return to Delhi after few hours of flying because of clogged toilets. Reason cited, the passengers flushing things down like blankets and other stuff which they should not. Perhaps some passengers mistook the toilet for washing machine. Or may be it's time to force passengers to use LOTA (mug) instead of toilet papers. Air India has its own lacunae but teaching passengers civic sense is not its job. Can't blame the poor for messing things around when our passengers travelling in airlines behave this way.

Years ago I traveled extensively inside several Caribbean island countries. Though there were visible signs of poverty, but the neighborhoods were maintained squicky clean. I didn't see a single person urinating or squatting by roadside. No betel stained corners or romantic graffiti on walls -"Harry loves Sally". No nostril raising stench. Jamaica may not be Japan, but was neat, clean and orderly. Years back in 1969 in US there were reports of Cuyahoga River catching fire for people to take notice of a major problem in pollution in their waterways. This incident prompted Clean Water Act and now the American rivers, lakes and streams are far better. For us this had been something long overdue. If we can do a Mangalayan and be the 4th largest GDP on earth, why can't benefit earth by keeping our neighborhoods clean ? No rocket science, it's high time to send all our dirty past into dustbins of history.

Taliban foreign minister in India

Though I am quite  progressive in nature and philosophy, one thing I don't like about the liberals about their lack of understanding of common sense and pragmatism. No wonder it is said that the thing about common sense is it isn't so common. Same goes with the extreme left or woke section of the liberals who are champions at shooting on their own feet.

The most recent example is a section of media in India whining about India hosting the foreign minister of Taliban led Afghanistan and the fact that no women journalist were invited at press conference of the Afghan foreign minister. Their complaint - as Taliban is anti woman, the Indian establishment didn't want to hurt their guest's sentiments by allowing a woman at the press conference.

I am all for women's rights and don't condone the brutal atrocities shown to the fairer sex in Afghanistan. America went into their country, foolishly tried to establish democracy and failed miserably in its mission. Teaching democracy in that part of the world is akin to our Odia saying - "SANDHA KU BHAGAVAT PADHAIBA" (teaching Bible to a Bull could be counterproductive). We are now seeing the results.

But with an unfriendly and volatile neighborhood with most gunning against it, India has no option but to befriend the land Afghanistan purely due to strategic reasons. Nothing wrong with that. We say in Odia - "SRI KRISHNA DINE GADHA PADA DHARI THILE", "Even Lord Krishna bent to touch a donkey's feet, humiliating himself in order to get his work done". Similarly India desperately needs Afghanistan on its side as the land locked nation which practices an extreme brand of Islam is located at a very sensitive region where all major global powers are pitted against each other.

It needs to be noted that in geopolitics there is no permanent friend or enemy where permanent interest thrives. Every country worth its salt practises the same to protect its self interest. Examples are aplenty. Historically Americans preach democracy but have no qualms about dealing with sundry dictators from Shah of Iran, Marcos of Philippines, Several military dictators Zia, Musharaf et all of Pakistan. For India its nothing new either. It has a history of dealing with Saudi Arab, Iran, China and the military junta of Myanmar, all champion human rights violators.

Countries practice their foreign policy taking the cultural and religious sensitivity of the other party into consideration. Indian deligates who are mostly Hindu aren't served any beef dish. The ones from Islamic nations aren't served pork or wine. The Americans in Saudi Arabia celebrate Christmas, considered unislamic in a ship off the coast of the Kingdom. Examples galore.

In this context nothing wrong with India hosting the Taliban foreign minister from Afghanistan if its suits the former's national interest. In this context, if not having a woman journalist in a press conference serves long term national goal, it's fine. It may be hypocrisy, but worldly wise. 

Happy birthday JP

 Jayaprakash Narayan is amongst the numerous great persons born in the month of October (incidentally he died in the same month also) and one of our much forgotten heroes. For me, he is synonymous with his opposition to the historic, draconian  Emergency imposed in June, 1975 and his role in the Lok Sabha (Parliament) elections that followed in March 1977, when Indira Gandhi who had imposed emergency called it off and announced fresh election only to be drowned by the Janata (Party) Tsunami.

As a 8 year old, I have little memory of the Emergency, but still remembering the headlines on newspaper The Times of India "JP WAVE UNABATED" (used to be delivered in Bhubaneswar by flights from Delhi in the evening). Jayaprakash Narayan fondly addressed as JP and LOK NAYAK (Leader Of The People) was creating waves across North India which wiped away the entire Congress from the cow belt. His slogan "SINGHASAN KHALI KARO, KI JANATA A RAHI HAI (Relinquish power, as Janata Juggernaut is on its way) caught the imagination of the masses in North India where the Congress Party was literally wiped out. (Though North India punished Indira Gandhi for Emergency, South India solidly stood behind her as she swept the Southern states).

I remember my father and uncle clinging to the radio to get the latest election results from BBC whom the public those days trusted it more for authentic news as AIR (All India radio) was the government's propaganda mouthpiece (Have things changed much these days) ? Late in the night came the news of Indira Gandhi and her son Sanjay's defeat followed by spontaneous celebrations on streets.

Indira Gandhi was defeated by Raj Narain, a political buffoon of the time and her son Sanjay by a local duffer goon. I remember fireworks going up lighting the sky and celebrations near SOOCHANA BHAWAN (Information center) in Bhubaneswar, only source of latest news those days, when internet, social media and for the most TV was strictly fantasy.

Delhi also didn't sleep that night when its denizens went on a frenzied celebration spree. I still remember the pictures next day of folks in bell bottom pants and long sideburns dancing on streets of our capital city flashed on Newspapers.

The man who sowed the seeds of the first anti-Congress government at the center with his concept of "Total Revolution" and united different political factions from socialist left to Right Wing under a single umbrella called Janata Party, is now India's a much forgotten and neglected hero. Khushwant Singh who interacted with many Who's & Who's during his long life span, mentioned JP as the top 5 personalities he admired -  "this man was so powerful and charismatic, yet so down to earth that though an extremely busy person he would give an audience and a patient hearing to everyone, big or small who visited him". 

Without him, Indira Gandhi could have defeated the fragmented opposition (she in fact swept the South and portions of Gujarat and Maharashtra who stood solidly with her despite the Emergeny) and possibly christened herself as the Queen of India and her son Sanjay as the Crown Prince. Thanks mostly to JP,  it didn't happen and democracy survived in India. Indira was to be taught a lesson. Otherwise she could might have made India her dictatorship. Emergency was probably her testing ground for that.

Soon after his death, the Janata Party splintered. Many likes Laloo Yadav who grew under JP's shadow promising to help the poor, ended up making himself and his family rich by indulging in rampant corruption. His followers forgot him and his ideology. Lot of things currently across the country echoes the times of Emergency days, yet vindicating history repeats itself and those who forget history are condemned to repeat it. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lok Nayak Jayaprakash Narayan, last but the least one more of our forgotten heroes.

The Cuttack riots of October 2025

 The recent riots in Cuttack (Kataka in Odia) is extremely exasperating, especially Odisha is not known as a communal state by any yardstick. Odias in general are peace loving folks who being perennially afraid of police prefer to stay away from trouble (KALE POLICE CASE HEI JIBA - for they are mortally scared of facing police cases). Not any more as modern day Odias can't stay away from trouble these days, attracted to violence like moth to fire.

I love the city of Cuttack though have been a frugal visitor to the Silver city. Never seen the two iconic educational institutes for which the city is better known - Ravenshaw College and the SCB Medical College in my life due to lack of opportunity to visit them. Forgotten when was the last time I visited Cuttack. It was probably quarter of a century ago.

Cuttack and Bhubaneswar form a Twin city, separated by distributaries of river Mahanadi. A la twins, me a Pukka Bhubaneswariya (hard-core Bhubaneswar guy) and my friends from the city of Cuttack fight a lot among ourselves like siblings do. During my growing up days, Cuttack was the big brother, a happening city and Bhubaneswar its poorer twin. The later was regarded as a city of immigrants lacking a coherent culture of its own, termed by many as GOLAM NAGARI (The City of Slaves) ascribing to the salaried class slavish people serving their SARKAR (government) masters vis a vis DILADAAR and BOBAAL (Broad hearted and fun loving) KATAKIAs (denizens of Cuttack). We used to poke fun at our KATAKI friends for their squalor like SAHI (localities) consisting of unplanned houses entwined by narrow lanes filled with stinky, squalid drains compared to us housed in swanky, planned quarters in the squicky clean city of Bhonsar (Bhubaneswar in pronounced locally).

The city-zens from Cuttack boast to be fun loving, considering the 5 or 6 Talkies (local parlance for movie theatres) they had, a decent by the standard of those days and far more than any other city in Odisha at that time. Prominent of them were Grand Cinema, Durga and Nishamani Talkies - the later which played only Hollywood movies. From the quality of mosquitoes (the famous KATAKI MASA is capable of lifting you for miles) to the movies the city sandwiched between the bank of giant Mahanadi river and its tributary Kathajodi river always had an edge over its newly built adjoining capital city. Though critical of Cuttack's fledgling infrastructure, its dirty drains, whenever the latest Hollywood blockbuster hits the Nishamani theatre in Cuttack, especially a movie of my teenage crush Brooke Shields, I lose no time to visit Cuttack to watch her movies.

In this context, widespread riots which followed stone pelting on a "BHASANI" (immersion) procession of Maa Durga look out of place. Such things common in the Hindi cow belt states were rarely heard in the state of Odisha. But as us, also alluded as "DEKHA SIKHA" (Copycat) Odias who readily love to ape North Indian culture, this is another feather added to our cap. It was sad to see swanky departmental stores and a KFC outlet being ransacked and vandalized. Those involved in violence and pilfering aren't ideology mongers, but plain thugs and scums taking advantage of the grim situation.

Few years ago another place impacted by similar imbroglio was Bhadrak, a place associated with my childhood memories. I spent solid 5 years in that small town before migrating permanently to Bhubaneswar in the year 1976 and after finishing Class III at BANKA lower primary school in that city. Still remember living close to dusty embarkment of river Shalandi, high enough to protect the neighborhood from being marooned during monsoon floods, snaking its way through the sleepy city.

One of my first memories is my father, a huge fan of drama, cinema and theaters taking me to watch "Mogal Tamasha", a local theater  which best depicted the assimilation of Hindu and Muslim cultures. Still imprinted in my mind are images of our rental home in a predominantly Bengali neighborhood with multiple Muslim households scattered around, forming a sizable part of community and my friend circle in school. Still remember my school friends from class III with nick names SAIBA (A local variation of Sahib who sadly passed away recently), KRESTO (Krishnendu Guha), PATHANA (Rezamuddin Khan), PECHA (Owl), CHHELI (the Goat) who was a fast climber of KARAMANGA (Star fruit) trees and so on. All these thoughts came floating by when I heard the news of riots, same as an old song over radio waves wafting in, bringing in the memories associated with that time.

What is the commonality between the cities of Cuttack and Bhadrak which has turned communal in recent past ? Both stood as symbol of communal harmony. As usual, the blame game has well begun, before anything is even half done. Political parties are now accusing each other of complicity. In this murky world of alternate truth and fake news, the truth is the main casualty. Like Nero fiddled as Rome burned - the inept and corrupt administration is caught napping while taking its summer siesta post an afternoon bout of PAKHALA as Cuttack burnt.

An official statement of "the situation is tense but under control" has been issued - a standard bureaucratic practice from the Doordarshan (the solitary government controlled TV channel) days since 40 years ago. More than any official or administrative magic, let's keep faith in time as time is the best healer, keeping our fingers crossed and hoping for the best - for unlike many other Indian states communal violence is not the forte of Odisha. Let's keep it that way.

Kumar Purnima 2025

The festival of KUMAR PURNIMA (The Full Moon day of Youth) is celebrated in Odisha on the auspicious day of SHARAT PURNIMA, also known as the "Hunters Moon", the Full Moon immediately following the DASAHARA festival. This year Kumar Purnima is being celebrated today.

Unlike the more prominent national festivals of DASAHARA and DIWALI, sandwiched between these two major festivals, KUMAR PURNIMA is very specific to the state of Odisha. The occasion is perfect when the prickly heat and slushy ground post the monsoon season gives way to a balmy, salubrious weather under a clear blue sky, culminating in full blown "Hunters moon" smiling on top of the sky, playing hide and seek with floating fleecy white cloud.

The young, nubile Odia girl prays this day aspiring for a handsome groom, her Knight-in-Shining-Armor dream man to lift her in his strong, loving, caring arms to the distant full moon smiling up above the sky. Boys and girls alike attire themselves in their brand new sets of clothes. Varieties of PITHA (rice based cakes) are cooked at home from the thinner variety called CHAKULI to the baked variety of slightly larger than Golf ball size "ENDURI PITHA", which are no doubt healthy and tasty, but BIRI or lentil component in it produces a lot of gas. My favorite is the rice based MANDA PITHA which is stuffed with grated coconut laced with jaggery.

During our childhood days, we used to have an extended Puja vacation in our village near Puri, with the much awaited Kumar Purnima a fitting finale to the extended Puja holidays. My first memory goes back to 1976, exactly 49 years ago under a sparkling silver moon, we kids would moon around the tall coconut trees, creating clouds of dust in the surrounding, still struggling to digest the sumptuous lunch of NADIA KHECHADI (ghee laced yellow rice with sprinkled grated coconut), Sweet Dal and an array of other delicacies, singing together...

JANHI PHOOLA THO THA,
KAKUDI PHOOLA THO THA.
GUNDUCHI MUSA KAHI JAUCHI CHAULA MUTHE THOI THA.

roughly transliterated...

Ridge Gourd flowers go burst, 
Cucumber flowers go burst.
The Squirrel has spread message,
Keep a handful of Rice for forage.

Today 49 years later, I stand in my backyard under a spotted blue sky due to partly cloudy on a cool, windy evening deriving vicarious pleasure of another time looking at the full moon rising behind a starry sky through the pine trees - the virtual substitute for the coconut trees back home, as the swaying, chirping little birdies crisscross the crimson sky of the twilight. The plumpy, brown feral cat in my backyard chases away a squirrel, reminding me of the lanky kitty cat "Tipu" staring at us kids in our village from a safe distance as we went frolicking around the coconut and betel nut trees. Tips is long dead, but still alive in memory.

The slowly rising full moon goes hiding behind the pine trees, as the leaves swaying to the wind gusts try to wipe the dirt off its surface like a wiper cleaning a car windshield, giving me a clear view of the rabbit on the moon. An array of  Pelicans pass by cawing PAAON PAAON. The brightly moonlit yellow dandelion flowers leaves look brighter, smiling at me, reminding my good old childhood days and the nostalgic memories of a bygone era to cherish forever. HAPPY KUMAR PURNIMA TO ALL.

Singapore

 A decade ago I visited the city-state of Singapore. I was impressed by the place, professionalism and discipline displayed by its citi-zens and enforced by the government. Singapore's success as a nation is exemplary, we all know about that.

The country don't meddle in international affairs and mind their own business. Being a business friendly country it has earned the respect of the whole world. So much so that, US President Trump and North Korean dictator Kim Un Jung agreed to meet at Singapore for their summit. Singapore did something rare - making the two agree to Singapore to host the summit. One has to point a gun at both the heads of Trump and Kim Jung Un to make them agree on something.

But a tiny thing about a tiny animal did not go unnoticed to me - the conspicuous absence of mosquitoes over there. One would expect Singapore being a tropical country to have lots of mosquitoes. In reality, it is other way round. Though tropical and an ideal ground for breeding of these blood sucking parasites, it is mostly free of them, thanks to the cleanliness and civic sense of the citizens duly backed by the authorities.

One of the reasons one doesn't get a scratch from mosquito bite can be alluded to a man called Lee Kuan Yew, who built the country from scratch. A diverse nation of quality people, in a short span 50 years, he led its transformation from a struggling nondescript war ravaged port city, to a giant hub of business. It also arguably has the best Healthcare facilities in Asia. Singapore has turned out to be a model state in Asia, least corrupt and the most entrepreneur friendly in Asia.

One example elucidates this culture of civic sense and effective imposition of directives which every country should learn. In the early 1990s once Lee Kuan saw LUNGIs (a loincloth popular with Indians) and underwears visibly hung on the balconies of apartments dotting the city. He immediately ordered a clamp down and soon these obnoxious items soon vanished from the view and stopped dotting the Singapore skyline.

Once Arvind Kejriwal, then the Chief Minister of Delhi made a fake allegation against Delhi. When questioned, the ambassador of Singapore to India just laughed it off. The diminutive Mr. Kejriwal should know that
Singapore is not India. They are formidable and can teach you an unforgettable lesson. They didn't even bother US President Bill Clinton's appeal in 1990s to be lenient to an American citizen who broke the law in the city-state. They will care a hoot about a Delhi CM. 

A la America, Singapore is also the greatest example of diversity. Over the years it has attracted the best talents from across the globe to become the epicenter of trade and commerce. Many who contributed to its growth, originated from another nation. It frequently invites our legendary Odia writer Manoj Das as a cultural consultant, using the expertise of a real expert in the field of culture, who is pretty much ignored in his own nation. That tells part of the story. Singapore which lacked human resource, nurtured human resource in a short span of time to touch the zenith of success.

Experts say Japan stagnated into a lost decade due to its stubborn refusal to diversify. Diversity is not a dirty word, it is dear word. It creates a conducive environment, a confluence of knowledge and ideas for the betterment of the society. Embrace it to leap forward. Desist it to risk going back to the stone age at a fast rate in a faster changing world.

Lee Kuan Yew, the founding father of modern Singapore could envision this. He once famously said " China can draw on a talent pool of 1.4 billion people, but US can draw on the World's 7 billion. " He wasn't far from truth. His death marked end of an era, but the city state of Singapore continued as a modern state. Probably Singapore would not have been where it is today. Singapore today stands an example to its Asian counterparts.

Happy birthday Sashtri jee

The birthday of Mahatma Gandhi always overshadows that of a hardworking, honest, patriot Indian, a great leader who shares October 2 with our Bapuji as his birthday. He is no other than Lal Bahadur Shastri, who was India's Prime Minster, albeight for a short time.

If Lal Bahadur Shastri did not die the fateful day on January 11, 1966, 59 years ago, Rahul Gandhi would most likely be a mid level manager in some private company, only to boast about his great grand father being the first Prime Minister of India and Grandma being a Central Minister, instead of being the CEO and Scion of Congress Party Inc. Only difference, the CEO of a company is accountable to its shareholders, whereas Rahul Gandhi is accountable to none.

Lal Bahadur Sastri was a diminutive man with a towering personality. A charismatic person whose personal integrity was beyond question. He resigned as Railway minister taking responsibility for a train crash, something inconceivable and unthinkable these days. During his one and half years of being at the helm of affairs, he could capture imagination of millions of Indians. 

Thinking him as weak, Pakistan attacked India in 1965, soon to be resoundingly rebuffed. His slogan of the time JAI JAWAN, JAI KISAAN (Hail Soldiers, Hail Farmers) swiftly yielded results in form of yield by farmers which was enough to wipe out India's perennial grain shortage and motivating the soldiers who gave a befitting response to our attacking western neighbor by reaching the outskirts of the city of Lahore. It raised him to the zenith of popularity which unfortunately didn't last long due to his untimely and controversial death on January 11, 1966.

Truth is the first casualty of war. It reminds me of a column by the eminent writer Khushwant Singh. The legendary writer, known to be friendly towards Pakistan was once invited by the Pakistani consulate in Bombay where Premium Scotch and succulent Kabaabs were served. When the Sardar enquired about the occasion for the celebration, he was told that the party was to commemorate Pakistan's victory over India in 1965 War. Khushwant Singh said, "May Allah grant you more and more such imaginary victories and may I be invited to such parties where Premium Scotch is served."

Shastri's premature death brought Indira Gandhi to power, who soon consolidated her position by making the Congress Party her family fiefdom or "BOPA ZAMINDARI" (Father's feudal property). Soon others emulated her, except the Communists (though I have no love for them, I admire them for resisting the family fiefdom politics) and to some extent BJP, though of late it is starting to look more like Congress. Almost all parties, regional or otherwise are now family held Inc.

From the Badal dynasty of Punjab in North to Karunanidhi dynasty in South, from the Biju Dynasty in East, to Siv Sena Dynasty in West, we have examples aplenty. I am sure the history of India would have been different and our generation who were born in late 1960s and early 1970s would have seen a different India today, if Sastri Jee did not die on that fateful cold Soviet night in Tashkent in January 1966.

Happy birthday Bapu - 2025

Albert Einstein once said this about him - "It is hard to believe such a man in flesh and blood ever walked on the surface of earth". The world famous scientist wasn't far from the truth, as the man he was referring to rightly earned his accolades. We are talking about non other than our BAPU (Father of the Nation), Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, popularly known as MAHATMA (the famous soul) Gandhi.

Born in Gujarat to an upper middle class family, educated in England, Mohandas Gandhi first experimented his peaceful protests against the brutally racist Apartheid regime in South Africa. He subsequently applied the same against the British rule in India. 

Gandhiji (as he was popularly addressed as) experimented with different vices and virtues early in his life, prompting him to write "My Experiment with Truth", where he frankly admitted his distaste for sex when as a young adolescent he had a sexual urge while attending to his ailing father and slipped away momentarily to his wife's bed to fulfill his desire. When he returned, his father had passed away. This incident filled him with remorse and anathema towards sex.

But sometimes his experiment went little too far. At old age of 67 after his wife's death, his experiment of sleeping naked with his nubile niece to test his control over libido attracted a lot of controversy. Tongues started wagging about a man sleeping naked, cajoling his neice to get naked and sleep next to him. His opponents, notably the Muslim League made a big deal out of it doing Gandhi's character assassination. Gandhi finally discontinued this practice after some persuasion by an image conscious Congress party. What happened in dark, stayed in dark.

Newton's 3rd Law says every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Same is applicable to human emotions. Every violent action would naturally follow with an equal or more violent reaction, often leading to a continuous, never ending cycle of revenge. But Mahatma Gandhi decided to fight violence in an exactly opposite manner, using something different and out of box concept called "Non-violence". 

Many with minimal understanding of history who blame Mahatma for launching non violent protests against the British should note that when Gandhi came back from South Africa in January, 1915 violence was not an option as India was not in a position to take the might of the ruling British by force. The last biggest organized mutiny against the was firmly squashed in 1857 as the British broke the last backbone of Indian resistance. Unlike many who believe that English shat in their pants and fled away on the sight of Subash Chandra Bose, militarily Indians never posed any serious threat to British empire. They ruled India with the support of majority of its people using an iron hand who with their efficient spying network could smell like ripe fart any resistance from miles away (For those now ridiculing Gandhi for his nonviolent method of resistance should ask themselves how many Battalions were raised by their idols RSS and Hindu Mahasabha - both were present prior to our independence).

However, his method of protest being unique, immediately caught the eyes of the world at a time when the upcoming electronic media was at its infancy. The world stood up and took notice, appalled by the sight of the "DANDI" march protesters brutally mowed down by the DANDA (stick) of British Police (Indians who formed the majority of the British police force had no qualms hitting or killing their own when ordered by their English masters). The victims didn't show an iota of retaliation or remorse and went ahead with their protest, still taking the blows from police baton and falling injured one after one another, until they couldn't carry on any further. 

This incident was covered extensively by the Western media which brought Gandhi and his unique mode of protest to the the World's attention. Gandhi was an idealist whose idealism did not fail in his missions, though finally he fell to an assassin's bullet. His ideology of non-violence was later replicated by Dr. Martin Luther King Junior half a world away in The United States to fight for the Civil Rights. Dr. King, like his idol Mahatma Gandhi was too assassinated, but both vindicated the efficacy of "Non-violence" as a mode of protest.
When India celebrated its independence, arguably brought by his non-violence means, instead of celebrating, Gandhiji spent the day praying and fasting. He was steadfast in his pursuit for Hindu - Muslim unity, but India was partitioned amidst bloody violence on communal lines, opposite to what he stood for. Gandhi failed to stop the partition from happening.

Post partition, Pakistan asked India to pay Rs.48 crore (480 million), a princely sum those days. India refused to oblige. Bapu wanted India to pay the money to younger brother Pakistan and went on fasting, forcing India to relent and pay the money to its western neighbor. Pakistan used that lump sum amount of money to buy arms and attack India.

As mentioned by the eminent Freedom Fighter and Social reformer from Odisha, Pandit Nilakantha Das who was a contemporary of Gandhijee, the later visited the Satyavadi School in Sakhigopal, near Puri during his trip to Odisha in 1923. Sri Das disagreed with his mode of operandi by getting freedom through spinning wheel of CHARKHA. After completing his public meeting at Puri, it was Gandhi's turn to proceed towards his next stop - Cuttack. 

Gandhi's team suggested that half of them would travel by train and the rest by PADAYATRA (March on foot). But Pandit Nilakantha advised all of them to take the walk, so as to build the momentum of public enthusiasm, giving Gandhi an opportunity to better connect with the local polulace. Gandhijee heeded to Pandit Das's advice, opting for a walk in coastal Odisha. 

On their entire journey Gandhi's entourage survived on boiled rice and vegetables. It was tough on Pandit Nilakantha, a typical Brahmin from Puri who loved his fish curry. Midway, he came across a leper and donated his hand spun KHADADA (crude cotton cloth) to the destitute. Next day, Bapuji encountered a group of KELA (nomads) feasting on Barbecued KATASA (wild cat) who strayed into their camp. 

He went on preaching vegetarianism to them, trying to dissuade them from eating meat. Gandhijee advised them - "Eat milk and ghee which are good for health. Stop committing the HIMSA (violence) of killing animals". But for the poor nomads, milk and ghee were pipe dream, a distance luxury and KATASA MANSA (Wild cat meat) was the crude reality.

After Gandhi's death, his countrymen hardly retained his ideologies. India continued to be riddled with violence of all sorts, later in the form of terrorism. The current affairs of our nation may aptly described by these few lines lifted from the Odia song LE NABEENA from 1981, depicting the sad saga of the Mahatma. (Naveena here depicts the typical down to earth Odia guy, no relationship to any person bearing the same name).

LE NABEENA TIKE PACHHAKU ANA,
HATHE BAADI DHARI THIA BAPUJI NANA,
BAPUJI BUDHA RA AAKHI RE LUHA,
TA RAMA RAIJE AAJI YAMA RA BHAYA.

(O' Nabeena, take a peek behind.
Stick in hand Old man Bapuji is standing,
The old man's eyes are filled with tears,
Yama, the God of death has filled
His Dream Land with fear).

Happy 156th Birthday to Bapu, the Father of the nation. We may or may not agree with what you did or what you could have done, or whether your out of box experiment with non violence was an useful weapon. But you carved your niche to be the greatest amongst the greats who ever walked on the surface of earth.

Durga Puja memories

Durga Puja is thick in the air. Today it culminates on DASAHARA (10th day), after passing ASHTAMI (the 8th day of worship of Goddess Maa Durga) when it is at its peak. The air is filled with its unique flavor - the smell of "JHUNA" (Saal Resin, sweet smelling powder sourced from bark of a tree when lit emits perfumed smoke), the sound of music blaring and the sight of huge idols of Maa Durga on the PENDAL (pedestal). Puja always puts me on a Time Machine, propelling me back to my growing up days in Odisha and certain related events forever etched in my memory.

Once I brought some PRASAD (offering to deities) from Lord Jagannath temple, Puri for the priest at the local temple in the United States. The priest, a Brahmin from Gujarat, was very pleased with what I got for him from the sacred Jagannath DHAM (abode). We sat down chatting, as he asked me about my trip. I told him how much I cherish the fish and goat meat curry in Odisha. He was appalled and could not believe a Brahmin being a voracious eater of fish and a four legged animal. He asked me "AAP BRAHMAN HO KAR KAISE EK JEEV KO KHA SAKTE HAIN" - How can a Brahmin in you could you eat an animal ?

I had no answer, but narrated to him my childhood experience when we used to religiously visit our ancestral village near Puri during Durga Puja vacation - the equivalence of Christmas break in US. It was fun time when post monsoon the air was calm, moonlit nights cool and crispy. The schools, colleges would be in holidays and us in a festive mood. Unlike Diwali in most parts of India, Durga Puja ending in DASAHARA (Dussera) used to the major attraction in Odisha followed by the festival of Kumar Purnima on the following full moon day. Of late this has been somewhat diluted due to rapid cultural invasion from  outside, as our DIPAABALI got converted to DIWALI. 

The most awaited event would be the ASHTAMI (8th day) for the annual ritual of goat sacrifice. On that fateful day villagers would walk in droves to catch a glimpse of BODA HANA(Goat slaughter). The sacrificial BODA (a non-castrated male goat with goatee and smelling horrible) destined for slaughter would be brought in and tied to a post. The priest would arrive chanting MANTRA (hymns) amidst the cacophony of the beating of GHANTA (large brass circular plates). 

A strongly built DHOBA (washerman) of our village with twitched Walrus moustache with its thick end pointing downward would arrive on scene. Wiping off the layers of sweat beads from his forehead, he would unleash a sharp sword glittering under the morning Fall (Autumn) sun. With one massive blow he would detach the head of the goat from its body.

The disoriented torso of the goat would meander a few feet before collapsing, with its eyes wide open, still gaping at the crowd. The priest would collect its blood and offer it to the Goddess. Later on the goat would be skinned and its meat divided equally among the villagers as PRASAD (sacred offering).
This whole episode which created an earthquake in my mind wasn't free from aftershocks. For the next few days all that glittered wasn't gold, rather the unforgettable glittering sword slashing through the goat's neck gave me nightmares of the torso chasing me, the detached head hovering over it, the eyes still open and staring at me. As I tried to flee, it was catching up on me. I tried to outrun it, but still unable to move as the goatly apparition closed on me. I would be up in a flash sweating profusely. My sister sacrificed meat eating after watching one such goat sacrifice on this auspicious day of ASHTAMI. 

Back to the future - the same aftershock came back to life, as our priest from Gujarat in Georgia who was patiently hearing my narration almost fainted. He could not digest this scene happening in a Brahmin village where his counterparts had no issues digesting the scene, followed by meat. I can vouch he was glad that I did not bring any PRASAD from my village. Happy Durga Puja and DASAHARA to all.