Mazda and It’ methods of business in Canada.

My recent interaction with Mazda Canada [ @mazdacanada ] forced me to pen down my experience which was not only shocking but also unacceptable in a country like Canada.
First of all , let us explore their product and specially the one, for which I choose #mazda over #honda. Compact SUV CX-5 managed to leave a impression as soon as I saw this car. I was specially impressed by  innovation Mazda of Japan has done to compete in market which was mostly taken by HONDA CRV, TOYOTA RAV 4 and NISSAN ROGUE, although SANTA FE from HUNDAI also managed to make its presence felt.
Although a big HONDA fan, I decided to go with CX-5 while family members were not that keen for it- almost everyone asked me to go for HONDA if not ROGUE.
Anyway, talking with SALES team at #abbotsfordautomall made me sure that whatever is being told to me , has lot of margin in that. I was offered different figures by two different sales persons.
I had decided to go with #vipmazda- and the day, I was all set for delivery, I came to know about two different / new information which was not told me earlier.
1. Warranty [ Bumper to bumper is for three years only ]
2. You have to buy INSURANCE plan from dealer only.

VIP MAZDA @vipmazda #vipmazda informed me for insurance amount being 1 million which was raised to 2 million by me voluntarily because all our vehicles are insured for 2 millions. #vipmazda people didn’t guide or help that I could have shifted my insurance policy from OLD TRUCK to this new car. The guy over there was interested in selling a policy than helping client.

I raised question by tweeting them @mazdacanada and I was informed that some sort of inquiry / looking into this complaint will be done. But what I got was reasons and arguments which were COVER UP and certainly not based on truth or facts.
#vipmazda did not reply back when told that their arguments are wrong and untrue because it was never amount of insurance which was reason/ discussion point there – they asked for 1 million > I escalated to 2 million and after 2 weeks I further enhanced it to 5 million.
CONCLUSION: @mazda #mazda is very good vehicle, good technology but if you have made up your mind , DO NOT buy from such dealers.

 

Man behind the mirror.

CHAPTER – 1
Memories, They Haunt !

Memories play important role in shaping present and future of a individual. Residing deep, under layers of brain, they consciously and most of it , subconsciously shapes perspective and builds up character, behavior and thinking pattern. Most of us do not even realize, whole of our lives- how important role memories plays in shaping “ Us” .

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Our main character of this story is Keshu, his full name being Keshav Bhardwaj- even his own full name sometimes looks alien to him, thus Keshu becomes his reality, his own face and his acknowledgment of himself and his existence.  Keshu is depressed these days, it seems to him this could be due to grey hairs and reducing sexual impulse. He is married but these days, he has started feeling stinking smells and he just don’t want to sleep with his wife. This change in routine life of years worries him, but also gives him his space and freedom to be awake and explore new world he has started to feel thrilled about “ Facebook “ and blogs are his new found world. Another day, a very young girl who sent her “Friend Request” and as soon as he accepted started asking him questions which even his wife had never bothered to ask.
Questions about his childhood, how he remembers his early days of life.  Keshu almost was in shock, where to start from and what not to tell. He thinks for a second to make up some story but he realized that he himself wanted to narrate his truth, for record sake.
His earliest memory was of his first birthday. Keshu remembers and he once told his old man also, which amused him a lot that how he can accurately describe memories of his first birthday but Keshu was speaking truth. He remembers his first birthday with great accuracy. His grandfather was accountant with a English Missionary and this job had changed many things in household. Not only Manners, Etiquettes, Cutlery , Clothes but language and relationships too. Keshu’s father never use foul language, and Keshu have no memories his father using of alcohol or smoking. But whenever he tries to look back through windows of memories in his past years, he remembers his mother crying with pain, weeping and begging her husband not to thrash “her” child.
Some memories creates shivers, chills and Goosebumps too. Keshu remembers how at one such encounter , when his father got angry because his mom fed him porridge twice while his instructions were to feed once. But what to do, a child doesn’t understand rules, specially rules of eating…and her mother, could not tolerate her child’s cries for food, unknowingly gave her porridge second time.  This was big big mistake in eyes of senior Bhardwaj who claimed she is spoiling his life and not able to maintain discipline.
Biggest bad moment of the day was, when Keshu’s mom uttered a wrong line after initial 2- 3 blows …” If my child is hungry , what else I could have done than feeding him.” And this was beginning of a catastrophic event which resulted in using a bamboo stick and …Keshu had no memory how many and where he hits her but he remembers when neighbors came running in and a sobbing, crying Keshu’s mom unzip her dress and next moment was a embedded memory in Keshu’s timy brain…his 3 year old brain took picture of woman’s back, all blue and blood oozing out ..it was result of a hit which pushed bra hook inside flesh of his mom. No one dares to talk to his father, Keshu has no memory where was he when people came running. But after sometime, one by one, all started going back. He was left alone with sobbing mother. She saw him terrified, staring at her in silence ..she grabbed him and hugged him tight. Keshu remember smell of her sweat and warm body and her line “ God is with me, God is watching”. It would take years for Keshu to understand what was that fatal line, which used to irritate his father- it was ,” My Child”. Perhaps this challenges his manhood or claim of fatherhood but one thing is sure, as soon as Keshu’s father hear this – his anger shoots up like some hidden volcano ..” It’s mine too” and through all blows and punches he would hisss ” You are making him undisciplined , ruining his life.”
Keshu remember his first birthday – same faces who used to come running with fear and worry whenever his father made her mother and him cry and beg for mercy. Same faces were smiling, they were in joy, smelling so good and at one time Keshu doubts his own memories of pain, fear and hatred deep inside him. All those faces were gleaming today. Senior Bhardwaj, Keshu’s grandfather came in imported car, he was called “Saheb” by most. People speak low and looks towards him with “awe”. Keshu remembers talking to him, he adores Keshu, Proudly announcing “ My First Grand Son ! “
Soon after his firsr birthday, Keshu was sent to hostel. He was three and half and he remembers his mother mumbling ,” He is such a small child, how he will look after himself ?” but was over ruled by loud and harsh voice of his father,” He is getting spoiled here, he will be disciplined there. It’s not a jail, it’s a Catholic convent.”

Next memory is a send off. A sob, tears but no sound…her mother hugged him, kissed him ,” May God be with you ! “  and he was in a bus, window seat, watching wall of water flowing in air whenever their bus zooms past through rain water on road. Not much he remembers about school office, but his black trunk was having a lock and his father gave him key like some garland, hanging by his neck. A duplicate key was placed with warden, Keshu had heard father warden was very “strict”.

Religious institutions, be in India or anywhere in the world- have one thing common in them- They are highly disciplined, fanatically organized in almost everything they do.  We have to remember that Keshu was just five and half year old when he was dropped in hostel- he was carrying very clear memory of that day whole of his life. He remembers smiling women with long white cloaks- they were warm and friendly, some smiles like his mom. He was happy, at home whenever he was close to them, watching them, listening and understanding- looking into their eyes and their smell …feels like home, like her mom. Men in white cloaks were mostly serious and he didn’t like any of them. His father was of view that he would cry a lot when in evening, he would say good bye. But Keshu was at peace, at peace with himself when his father kissed him – ,” Be a good boy, make me proud of you.” – All he said before turning his back…he watched him disappearing somewhere in out of focus due to mist in his eyes. No, he was not crying.

When he felt sleep, he have no memory. But there was a sharp sound of bell ringing, associated with huge hustle of cloths, whispering, ” Good Morning” – Keshu was in some other world- he didn’t open his eyes but was awake. Someone pulls his sheet ,” Hey ! look at this new kid – he is still in bed.”
,” Hey You ! Get up !! Father would be coming.”
He was able to sense warning and danger – he got up. Now What ? A big , huge guy appeared and this was Daniel- his monitor. Daniel was incharge of Keshu – as being small, he was not able to do many chores. A single signal and Keshu understood- he is supposed to pick up his towel, brush with paste and soap.
,” Follow Me ! .” and next moment he finds himself at tubewell, big and strong wave of water gushing out, big engine sound and everyone was in hurry, speaking loud …it was start of a day. Seniors were inside bathtub, a cemented structure 6′ x 4′ x 4′ which accommodates 3 -4 kids at one time. Growing up kids, with their upcoming muscular bodies were all busy in early morning, shower in nature. When Daniel signalled him to enter in water – he was terrified, it was first time , he was facing that much water, gushing and with terrified force. He obeyed – he already had finished brushing teeth and after initial moments of nervousness, soon he was enjoying in small swimming pool. He forgot he was supposed to rush, he forgot everything…he was just feeling ecstatic in his personal pool and flowing, swimming weightlessly in that small pool. It was a sharp burning feel on his back which brought him to present moment – one more slash of heat and pain and he turned to see a angry father , waving a branch of tree, going to strike third time. Pain had overcome everything he was feeling at that time, all he remembers about that day, that moment was anger in fathers’s eyes and branch going up in air. He raised both hands to defend himself but lash comes faster that his prayer – and this time hits him on arm..he didn’t’ cry ..he walked slowly, carrying his towel, forgetting his brush and feeling of pain and burning on his back, hardly he knows that today, that moment is going to be engraved in his memory , lifelong.

Life moves on, perhaps  this is what makes it so challenging, so unpredictable  that it is self-sufficient, it always move on. Whatever happened, it  can handle , absorb , encourage or discourage…but it moves on.  For little Keshu, days merged with days and then into weeks –  memory of mother daily brought tears in his eyes,  he don’t remember he ever cried or sobbed …but yes, he remember that shooting pain in chest, starting a series of lumps which chokes him, suffocates him and he invented a respite, a way out to be hidden from this world which he could never accept.
A life size statue of Mother Mariam wither  blue drape and white shawl, reminds him of his mother and that wild flower bush attracts him too – so he made a routine to sit there,  he enjoys that smell of flowers, burning wax and feeling of sitting close to mother .  He would weave a garland and this was his tribute, his act of offering through statue of Mother Mary.
It was here, after few months of this routine, that he started to feel a spiritual connection. For a small child, this was unexplainable and it took him decades to understand what was happening inside him.
While coming from his Hostel to Church, one day he observed Songs coming from sky. This was a magical show – he was not able to see source, but sound was there. For hours he could try to judge, feel, changing his direction, focusing on his ears…but could never locate. It took him almost a year to know that adjacent to school is army camp and army used to play these films songs for entertainment. There were families and kids in that army unit and they regularly have some recreational activity going on.
Keshu could not prove himself a shining student. He was very weak in Math and Drawing and almost daily he was getting lashes of bamboo stick on his palms. Kids were right – Fathers in that convent were very strict. Daniel was doing his best, on Saturdays..he was part of team which makes sure that school and hostel plants are free from garbage and they are watered well. After  this exercise, Daniel would take him to Bazar to show him how to buy important articles for survival.

He do not remember any visit of his father. But he learnt how to write letter .  He learnt how gum can be extracted from a tree. His letter would start with Cross, and then Dear Father and he would write- ,” I do not want to live here, I miss my mother, come and take me home”.  He would shower prayers  in last but never wrote “Your’s”
His prayers were never answered – but he was at home in Church.  Smell and ambience of Church , Music and heavy sound of Head Father …all takes him to a heavenly, to a spiritual journey. He was at home- this was his heaven.

BACK  HOME

So far we know that Keshu was escorted to his parents by a convent worker.  Memory of seeing his mother after six months was going to be with him for coming years but that day, at that moment, he didn’t knew that- all he could manage was clinging to her, without word, without sob or shedding a tear.  He was at home.
Something unusual happened and he was startled , shocked and in this bewilderment, he didn’t knew what to do..it was a cry of a infant.  Her mother noticed his reaction , she bend down , both looked into each others eyes and she smiled ,” You have a brother.”
Keshu was not prepared , or anticipated that- he stood there, looking into her eyes, he was noting down her eye lids, eyebrows and her shining teeth…he was in awe, how badly, hoe intense mother – son relationship was.
She grabbed him by his arm and took him inside where a infant , pink skin and black hairs lay awake, looking up , focusing on a hanging toy. As soon he noticed his mother near him – he turned and smiled- in joy he kicked his legs and arms as if he was driving a cycle. That was the moment when something snapped inside Keshu- his mother picked up the child and hugged him close to her chest, on her shoulder and that very moment Keshu felt as something inside him has been divided into two, something snapped and he stood there, silently watching her mother smiling and playing with the infant.
He was a good kid , all fun. Mother allowed Keshu to touch him, talk to him and very soon they were known to each other. He was given a name soon “ Anand Bhardwaj “ and his nickname was “Kaka” – this was the name , the tag her mother would use for years for his younger sibling.
Father had come back, he had a short talk about Keshu with his mother and mostly it was when Keshu came and how. Something has changed,  He was talking in low tone and this was something unusual for Keshu- all he could grab by catching up some words was “ Village” – something has happened in village, his father’s native place which has forced his father to do something extraordinary. Days were passing by – Keshu was asked to make a scheduler and glue it over his head. It was heavily dictated by his father, bed in morning was at 6.0 AM and lights were supposed to be off at 10.0 PM. Whole day was having a set timing and chores and there was no scope of error –  what error means, was well known to not only Keshu and his mother, but also to neighbors .

Something has changed,but what it was and how it happened , Keshu could not understand till today and this change was decision to take him out from convent. Yes, he was not going back and one Sunday, his fayer brought his aluminium trunk with all his belongings – and that was end of Keshu’s first hand experience of hostel life which gave him scars , scars of memories which stayed with him all his life.

LIFE  MOVES ON

Yeah, life moves on. Keshu realized that his father hardly talks to him, or gets angry at him or his mother. There was not much beating and thrashing happening.  May be infant is that factor or inclusion of a new baby has made his father bit busy that he almost forgot Keshu’s existence.  The

re were some dramatic events  happened in those months.  Coming out from strict convent upbringing, his father enrolled him in a Arya School. This was Hindu Traditional school which was way comfortable and connected to the ground.  Although Keshu was from same religion but much of his upbringing was way different than what  his father was trying to do now.  Words “Om” “ Bhagwan” “Ishwar” “Devi” “Devta” “Bharat Ma” gave him a new link and a new connection with his fellow students and again he was able to establish a connection , a bond with school, its theology and atmosphere.  Keshu was not extraordinary – he faced great difficulty in memorizing but if he understands concept, it was comfortable to learn but mostly he was struggling with methodology of teaching.  He was managing well – atleast he was not failing in his classes.  Very soon, he found himself in 6th Standard and one fine day, life again changed. He was informed that they are shifting in some village where his mother has got posting and they have been given apartment there. Within a week,  Keshu found himself in a modern village where water and sewerage was modernized – they were living in a hospital again. Hospital always reminds him of a faint Dettol smell, people with pain and sadness on their faces and almost daily he would notice people crying or sobbing.  He knew doctors m his mother and her colleagues are trying to do their best to treat patients but sometimes there are deaths too.  In every early age, he smelled and understood death.
A clear memory of one early morning walk to get fresh milk – Keshu noticed a plastic cover of eye glasses , he picked it up and there he found  big notes of 100. His heart was thumping in his ears and he went back home with his find.  His mother was of the view that it’s God’s gift so money can be used but his father taught a different lesson, and that lesson, of that day stayed with him for ages.  His father spoke to him in kind voice and told him to imagine if this money belongs to some patient- who will suffer and may die. And now he asked Keshu, what he would like to do with this money now ?
It took seconds for Keshu to rise above greed – and he agreed with his father, perhaps first time in his life that they should find real owner and return back that find.
They both walked to residence of Chief Medical Superintendent and informed about Keshu’s find and hand over Keshu’s find.
Keshu almost forgot but one fine day – in school assembly, his name was called. He froze, but head teacher was calling him, he walked with heavy heart and trembling legs, thinking what wrong he has done. There he stands infront of hundreds of students- and Head Teacher was telling them Keshu’s find and what he did with that find.  Everyone clapped, Keshu realized sudden glory and good vibes, he felt shy and was not able to look into eyes of teachers and students standing in front of him, looking at him, smiling and happy for him.
Not much of memories of that village except a small garden his father created, he always loved that , perhaps farmer in him or sheer urge of creation but whenever and wherever he got space and opportunity – he always nurtured plants. Time was running and once again, Keshu’s mom got transfer back to city and once again he was back in same city but this time another locality. He never liked that house which was rental, and it leaks in monsoons. Keshu remembers how his mom and dad used to handle those leaks while kids were managed in some safe dry corner. Sometimes, in heavy downpours – his father would climb up and put some material in that section , sometimes this repair works for a season and sometimes for few hours. There was slight decrease in fathers punishments these days – Keshu passed 6th standard and as soon as his result came, along with came a news that he is being enrolled in a distant hostel. Very imagination of going to be separated sank his heart – he was sad for days, even his mother tried to make it up to him but he seized to speak, to exist. Days were running by – preparations and shoppings start. Every shirt was impregnated with his initials. Almost everything was having his initials – his box was repainted and his name along with his city name he belongs to….and then comes last day. Yes, this was last day because after this day, his life was never same, never at peace and never playful. Something inside him died that day and something inside him was created that day.
He remembers, how his father with help of a porter, put his bedroll and big trunk on top of a bus and how he made sure that he had tied it with roof rail of the bus, ensuring that luggage do not move or trip  over. They were mostly silent but almost in middle of the travel, his father started in deep voice which Keshu heard perhaps first time. He explained to him, why this decision was taken and what are benefits of studying in hostel and that how we will be able to focus on studies and how he can earn scholarships …
Most of the talk has gone over Keshu’s head – he was still in shock of loosing his mother once again, and his brother who was a great source of play and fun.
This was a Christian Convent Hostel again, a old missionary building and a tongue wagging hostel warden. Somehow, Keshu could not like him, he generates fear and he speak loud and harsh. There was lot to do – he got a cupboard , he had brought lock, everything was placed inside and locked. His bed was made by his father and when everything was completed – it was time to say Good-Bye. Keshu walked with his father to bus stand which was almost 2 kms away – his father had obtained permission for that. He remembers that walk for years and also, how in middle of that send- off , his father stopped at a shop, in corner of school ground and arranged ONE GLASS OF MILK everyday for him.
They had again a conversation and in same deep tone, bus started to roll and his father gave him a hurried kiss on his cheeks and ran to board rolling bus. He still remember that void, that lump which stayed with him for years- he never liked send-offs and Good Byes in his entire life.
Life in hostel was not boring but something was lacking, a miss , which never let him enjoy his day in school. Keshu could never come up with loss of his family, a deep feeling of abandoned and loneliness. All his sports achievements, his love for books, his school grades ..was a cover to hide his sensitive bruised soul. It was a different life in school where day scholars and hostlers was mixture of two different worlds. School was not heavy on his nerves, his life starts after final bell rings. His walk back to hostel was through tall Eucalyptus trees, he always loved that smell. And among these tress was a old woman who used to roast various grains. Keshu always loved to spend some moment there – stopping in his track,  he used to observe old lady. Her wrinkled face, and the way she keep fire alive by blowing in a pipe, and again dry leaves of Eucalyptus …further makes whole environment, a unique mystic place. Sometimes, he buys from her and his pockets were filled with roasted corn or wheat – this was his treats !
Holidays, Sundays in winters were something like a party. All students takes their blankets,mattresses up on roof and stretching whole day on these warm and cozy softness ends when shadows from big mango trees leaps on them.
Gossips, songs and studying novels, magazines…life is beautiful, Keshu was getting in tune with freedom, responsibility and shadowing his personal tragedy with this cover up. During one such sunny afternoon, he heard a unbelievable incident, a story and this mystery remained with him. Sometimes, he declared to himself ,” Timing, may be he was so quick to react and managed to come out.” and many times he found himself wondering and confused that he kicked this thought, this memory out – ” Stop ! No use of thinking about it.”
And that incident, that memory was .. two young boys were traveling on top of a train coach [ This is still a normal, acceptable menace in over populated India and its railways.] when it got involved in a collision. It was such a jolt that one of the boy, in his teens, got himself right into the open steam opening of Engine- and landed on red hot coal. He managed to come out from that intense heat by grabbing some pipe and pulling himself up. It took months for Keshu to be face to face with that teen, who was now a youngman in his early twenties and when kids asked him about that incident- he showed them his arm and leg…where skin was shrunken ..twitched and disfigured. There was no doubt in Keshu’s mind about authenticity of that incident, specially after watching those huge injuries …but how this could be possible, he could never comes to accepting or imagining that scene. Same black steam engine, pulling passenger trains, crosses his hostel twice a day. One train in morning and then one in evening. Some special days in a year, he would see people sitting on top – and he would imagine consequences of such foolishness. He was also witness to headless body- the man got hit by something while sitting on top of coach…may be low clearance bridge or something- but for years seeing a dead body headless and dripping of blood, would make a life long memory.
Day were turning into months, he was doing good in studies and his Warden report was also good. He almost read every interesting book in library. He was part of stage act, christmas play and he was playing basketball in school team..Keshu was doing good- he should have been happy but in real, he was not. He always had a strong feeling of loneliness and being abandoned. He always felt as he was worthless, not required, a burden…and he would feel warm tears swelling up, remembering his mother. He would wonder, how is she, and his little brother.
Keshu spent two years in this convent. A strict Christian value and discipline. He didn’t knew any woman except BUA JI.
BUA JI was always clad in white. Keshu didn’t knew much about her, only hearsay that she is second marriage of warden Prem Masih. Her husband stands six feet, bulky, muscular body with a broad , heavy face with popped up eyes which hardly smiles. She was tiny, frail and always clad in white. She was opposite in nature – she would call him and other kids and would give them some sweets, candies or cakes. She was only woman Keshu knew in these two years. Once when his mother came to see him, she stayed with BUA JI for two days. Those two days become a memory which stayed with him whole of his life. They would go to bazaar to buy new cloths and it was here, he was introduced to Pastries.Later, this would become a obsession for decades to come !
This so happened that after exams of 8th class – Keshu packed his box for vocations and bedroll was deposited at warden’s  place. His father was there to take him home. It was March, warm and sunny days when he landed back, to be with her mom and brother.
His early days, back in his home were full of confusion as his routine and life style was changed, and he found himself alien in coping up with almost everything new.
He would wake up early at 5.0 AM and would lay awake, thinking what to do. By twilight, he would wear his tracksuit and go out – this was beginning of his self teaching in running and exercise. He started jogging and very soon, he was reported running alongside a canal, on outskirts of city. Someone reported to his father, and he stopped his early morning excursion citing big snakes are found canal side. Keshu started visiting a school ground early in morning – and his routine gets set, and he become popular among local athletes and sports people.
His father realized very soon that he doesn’t take his commands, and he complained that this rude and arrogant behaviour. Keshu’s mother , somehow managed to mutter and argue that boy is growing up and he should be under wings of his father now. Keshu stand 5′.10″ tall the day he measured his height, which comes few cms higher than his father. Although he could never cope up with width and pure muscular frame of father, which remained unchallenged through out of their lives.
One Saturday, his father boarded bus to get school leaving certificate, his bedroll and that was end of Keshu’s Christian convent exposure.
Back home, he was having good time but he was labelled as non-obedient , full of argument because he asked questions and do not take commands as they were thrown at him.Couple of times, he got hard punishments but it had become his nature, his persona – to speak up, to say what he wants to say. His biggest war started with Bible, theory of origin and he had his own questions. He also challenged some miracles, depicted in Old Testament.
One fine day, his father took him to a famous school, it was Sanatan Hindu School, famous for it’s high results. He has had no objection, or reservations but very air of school was way different than what he was used to. He was taken in – and very soon he was shopping for books, copies and other material.  His father was shocked to see his 44″ long pants …he was shaping up in a handsome youngman !
Keshu was studying in Sanatan Hindu School , but he was at peace with himself. Never, ever he realized difference in religious ambiance. He was rather happy and “at home” – from morning prayer to visiting hall,with all paintings of Vivekananda and Sages,Freedom Fighters ..he was able to relate with them. He realized that methods of teaching are different – and all of a sudden he found himself sitting with his father, earning Maths and English …and from here, a long routine of ordeal started. His father was a renowned teacher of Maths and English for private tuitions, students cycle to come as early as 4.30 AM from distant villages, in good and bad weather. And here was his son, struggling and confused in Math.
Remembering those days -he would still recall how his father was up late night , trying to solve math equations, algebra and all exercises which were later more confusing for his student son, because teacher in school was teaching something else. While father was adamant on his methods and “simplicity” – son find himself being crushed in between both personalities , one at home and one at school. He failed in maths- and that deficit was never to recover.  Maths was not only thing which manages a ever deepening divide between father and son..there were more factors contributing to this relationships which was becoming soar day by day. Physical torture of his mother , himself and his siblings was not enough, he was also being stopped from participating in sports in which he was making a niche for himself and this further suffocates a growing up boy, while his father could never ever would see- what his thought process of parenting is resulting in.
Keshu managed to pass but his life was going to take a sharp turn. His father applied for a distant Christian College which was rated as institution of reputation. There was a call letter soon and one day they traveled to Baring Union Christian College, Batala which was close to INDo-PAK border. College was a dream world for him – he was amused, shocked to see gorgeous girls in color full attires and many of them coming from western countries. At interview – he was selected, not due to being good in studies but due to his standings in sports. Yes, his credentials in Badminton helped him in getting a seat in that prestigious college and with this, one chapter of his life turn and opens up a chapter of new life – with all new dimensions and with almost no guide, help or friend to talk to.

PINK – Hindi Movie

No doubt a solid script, a strong subject and equally impressive cast to deliver – Hats off to direction…well handled !
1. Pseudo modernism and the way society is gender biased, political clouts , and the way cases are painted in courts- everything is so well depicted.
2. We can understand – why and how girls are made victims – and many of them choose not to stand and speak out. Reason is simple- whole system stands against them and they dont have a Deepak Sehgal like lawyer to protect them.
3. We who have friends in BAR COUNCILS – JUDICIARY and POLICE knows very well that reality is much more drastic and brutal – this was a story told with very subtle human touch !

IMPORTANT: Trust is the key, and this is what is mostly betrayed, specially with woman in our society. To be or Not to be ….is a big riddle for any girl in MEENAL’s Shoes !
SPECIAL : Piyush Mishra who shared frame with Amitabh requires special applaud – it’s not easy to stand against a actor like him – I can imagine how much hard work and preparation might have gone to balance Amitabh’s effective presence !

UNDERSTANDING BEING BRAVE OR COWARD

If we go by psychology – there is NO element in human behavior /trait which can be termed as BRAVE or COWARD.
Then what we mean when we label someone with A BRAVE MAN or a COWARD ?
My experience is BRAVERY is spontaneous reaction – OR / AND an experienced act which is backed by confidence and planning.
Best example is woman fighting with tiger or leopard to save her kid. Now, this situation doesn come with experience and not even from confidence. This is FIGHT or FLIGHT syndrome which is generated by sudden flow of complicated function of hormone release : Adrenaline, Dopamine plays havoc in bloodstream and if you ever could note- its wide pupils, paced up breathing, sweating, and above all warm skin and die hard focus on the subject….and in this jargon of chemical secretions working in their complexity, a frail woman is pitched against a wild animal and in this fight – mostly she wins this fight and from here you can understand power, stamina and handling of injuries she suffered in this fight.
Now, another example of FIGHT or FLIGHT is of soldier in a battle ground. In ancient times- there was strong role of substance usage while going into war zone. This further has its own merits and demerits but MARIJUANA and other CANNABIS based derivatives were RITUALS. This is mostly Indus Civilization – in Europe, Alcohol and weeds were used and in China- Opium, Alcohol and weeds !
A Soldier has ” Job” and “Experience” – Doing a job tell him what to do and how to escape from danger and experience tells him, how he has accumulated in past. He has his own calculations- he knows his limitations and he knows almost every possibility and when he steps in danger zone – same rush of ADRENALINE, DOPAMINE and others gave him same kick …and here comes critical role of ” Constant Evaluation” – Solider who is aware, keeping and eye on his surroundings, continued changing situations …is guaranteed to handle himself , his team better than the one who is delirious and in all most a SUICIDAL. There comes arguments like HONOR and REPUTATION in these choices but if we go deep into it and try to understand …there is nothing like HONOR or REPUTATION. We can understand this as TACTICAL TOOLS – Commanders use these techniques for getting maximum out of solider in war zone- they dont want them to panic and run !
EXAMPLE: We feel so proud of SIKHS fighting with BRITISH – they were heavily outnumbered – and they didnt have technological advantage. British had guns and cannons and SIKHS were pitched with swords. This is on record, that SIKH SOLIDER mounts his horse, yells his war cry and charge towards line of Cavalry – result is easily imaginable !
My point of view about this day / situation is entirely different than most friends – There needed to be withdrawal and Gorilla Warfare.
This is what MONGOLS used to do – and MARATHA and this was perhaps one of the major factor for both armies to sustain pressure generated by MOGHULS like AKBAR THE GREAT [ Daultabad Fort, where AKbar spent 6 months – All the way from Delhi to Central India …but could not succeed – accepted defeat and withdrew ]
I would like to mention another choice and situation here – in Above example, leadership had choice but in war zone when you are outnumbered and are under pressure – human action is again generated through same complex chemicals …which defines FIGHT or FLIGHT. This is what happened in SARAGARHI – there was no choice – they have to handle it …making it as long as possible so that there could be backup support – it was acceptable result , which every solider knew in back up of mind, almost in same way what we realize when driving a car…that there are always chances of accident , even if its not your fault. But hope and confidence 🙂 We face thousands of possibilities daily and life moves on !
If readers understand this process – they can also now have a vision of what happens in FLIGHT. Its by choice always. Same process happens but conclusion comes into flight and we run away from danger, from challenge , from threat.
There is nothing wrong in his training, and there is possibility of experience also but complex chemicals secretions when acting all of a sudden…may trigger shock, confusion and errors in understanding and calculation of threat posed…..thus happened a planned FLIGHT.
SUMMERY : No one is brave or coward – it all depends on action, execution and above all constant watch over fast changing surrounding factors which determines results. In same way, being COWARD is not always bad or negative- history tells us that those who choose / learnt to withdraw….they sustained for longer time.

Spotlight – A Movie on Religion and Abuse

Thanks for Rohit Chakravorty for reference, and after watching frame by frame of this true story – I went back to journey of mankind from Cave era to present day of highest civilized genome we are.
And after watching this – I equally felt stunned and shocked as many of the viewers would have been. My childhood schools in India, were Catholics, never heard or felt anything like this but yes, have heard a lot about such abuse cases in Goa and in other countries. We can not deny – we can not pretend that it haven’t happened or is not happening. What shocks me was nature of crime, people who do that and people who gets their souls ripped apart.
Who so ever wrote this line was in-fact telling us a universal truth – ” Nearer to Church, Further From God” – all these fathers, brothers and Bishops were doing these inhuman crime, right inside Church – do they knew there is no “God” ?
The very fundamental of existence of God breaks down in pieces when closest entity to him is doing such acts.
Yes, there would be argument, that some rotten apples should not be cited for all – but its not a standalone example. Child abuse is linked with Church since decades – and this story starts from era of 70’s – yet,there is nothing we could do,or we can do about it.  I feel so comfortable today, that in very young age- I came out from religion, it was so soothing to be a freeman rather than a tagged one. Although after watching SPOTLIGHT – I also felt same rage, frustration, sorrow as people who suffer and investigated such heinous acts of Catholic Church. May be being a man, because man seems to have something wrong in genome – someday, I will go deep into psyche of man for doing such acts, because this is not pressure of evolution – atleast not since thousands of years and neither we can assimilate that there is really something cranky in DNA. As per my understanding of human nature, behavior and psyche is – repression is greatest factor for aggression. I think, the very system of monks, priests, sadhus is wrong and they do not contribute to society- which should have been the first priority.

While I pen down my gibberish of thoughts – which keep coming from many corners – i just keep on punching keys, hardly taking care of language, grammer and expression…my minds shifts to history. History do not paint exact picture because actors of such deeds knows they are doing insane and inhuman – but I can imagine what would have been happening when army wins over a army.   Right from ancient times- abuse was there- thus mental agony and emotional brutality also carries on since thousands of years. And I am not talking about history of India or SE Asia- I am talking about history of mankind.
Religion is alternative of power – this is why Child abuse was easily present in cultures like DEVDASIS- using children as sex slaves in Hindu temples. They not only served the sexual perversions of the priests and gurus but were used as prostitutes to bring in money. The poorest of the poor who often could not afford to keep a new child, left the baby in a temple assuming that the child would have a better life with the priests than with its parents. They doomed their child to a life of pain and misery.

Brahmanism was same , in every color and shape as organized religion of CATHOLICS. We all know , from Indian history books that,  while Brahmans were exploiting society in name of God in 17th Century [ This factor was major reason of Buddhism and Sikhism formation ] Bishops and Priests were doing the same in Western World.
So, these people knew- there is no God and God, if anyone up there and watching, recording KARMAS- might be looking back into his notes, where he messed up while making human DNA.
Readers might be on disagreement with my opinion, because it comes from a atheist – but does a validity, truth depends on who said that ? And here, we are not talking about hundreds, thousands of criminals – we are talking about millions who had committed and same amount who are right into it. Once again, I feel lighter and realized I walked on right path – Organized religion doesn’t take you to God – its man/woman within us which guides us for right and wrong.

While thinking to close my gibberish of thoughts – I went back to what Anushka Shankar said few months back. Although it was not linked with religion and her scars on soul – but yes, she is a victim of abuse.  I do not think stricter laws can eradicate- although it matters a lot, if people can gather courage to speak up- stand up and don’t let them go away with it.  Today, again – I miss Osho’s voice – his book !

Woman in China

Woman in China is secure, enjoys her freedom and works very hard in whatever field she is working into. China, as Asia’s biggest economy and manufacturing giant, no doubt has a very strong and dedicated female participation in this achievement.

One can see Chinese woman working almost in every field like shops, cabs, hotels, restaurants, bus drivers, agents, taxi drivers besides they are in traditional sectors like Education, Army, Hospitals and in factories manufacturing almost everything in the world.

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This was a pleasant experience to see them enjoying their freedom, as they almost seems to be in total control in hospitality sector of Chinese Railways, Chinese Airports /Planes/Airports , Chinese Bus Stands and they work shoulder to shoulder with male counterparts without any visible discomfort.
During my stay of two weeks and travelling extensively from Shanghai to Tibetan Plateau, not a single time I was able to see any man taking interest in any woman, ogling or staring at someone. Now, this observation also includes those faces too, which I marked as “Not Good” .
I saw them travelling alone late night metros and bus services and even driving cabs in night. As a India born, such sight in a Asian country, I am sure is rare. A strong economy comes from a safe and secure woman. I am sue, India has to learn a lot from China. What Chinese aggression and heavy headedness is promoted by international media – I could not see any such trait in them.
I haven’t noticed anywhere in China where they are going “over” – it looks as they know and understand importance, responsibility of their role and they are equally acknowledged by their companion and families.
Chines do not show much “ Westernized “ emotions in public and love and romance is limited to hugs, a arm around waist like gestures. Husbands/ Boyfriends were seen holding woman purses – and she was leaning to his arm or freely walking carrying herself like a queen.
One more thing, which I so far, could not see is, anger and aggression in male voice while interacting with woman in public. And not only anger or aggression, I have yet to see teasing, leg pulling like common male traits. I don’t think such behavior might not be there, but it seems they are careful in their conduct in public.

I had my share of crooked and pissed of woman working in pharmacies and shops, where they were least interested in exploring ways to communicate with a alien, they simply negate..” May Yo “ is big NO, as soon as you try to make a conversation. But such simple and natural experiences are acceptable in a country where Non-Chinese speaking people are aliens.

Kashmir and Indian Politics

Kashmir was always a tool for politics and political games. Truth is, no one was or is serious about it. Social media is full of images, showing crowd chasing and thrashing security men…who is stopping them to react or who wants a escalation to happen ?
No where in the world – politicians will intervene and let their forces get humiliation on streets like this- this was , is possible in India only.
All those sweet talks with Nawaz has failed perhaps OR BJP has given blank cheque to Mehbooba….otherwise, how can such a political blunder happen ?
Now look at the scene…
A young boy – took to guns, maintains a FB account…is tagged as INDIAN AGENT but one fine day- his IP is traced and he is finished !
Who controlled this jingoism ? And Why ?
This is easy for a novice like me to understand that every activity on internet is traceable- how come this guy was allowed to be a ROBIN HOOD and then one fine day- he is finished like a slice in cake !
And what happened after that was utter intelligence failure – and not failure of central intelligence agencies, this blunder has been done by elite agency like Military intelligence.
Is this possible ?
I don’t think so – as per my knowledge of how deep and well rooted connection are – this doesn’t go well with my understanding..
Thus..there is more behind the scene than we could have known and this was the fear perhaps why internet, media and phones were not operational.
Otherwise, if thousands of people give a damn to curfew, takes on security forces …chase them, kill them, beat them..all we can understand about it is, that its political impotency- nothing else !

Hotels in Shanghai- A Review

As promised in my earlier posts that I will write about our experience of hotels in a separate blog – here I am providing details of each chain of hotels, individual and concept hotels we used during our trip.

  1. Jingyue 99 Inn Town Shop (景悦99客栈江镇店)
    Address: No.835 Chuan Nan Feng Gong Rd, Pudong, Shanghai, 201202, China
    川南奉公路835号, 浦东新区, 上海
    Phone: +86 21 6878 3099
    GPS coordinates: N 031° 11.208, E 121° 44.486Close to airport, cheap but certainly not to be used for more than one night if a heavy odor of smoking doesn’t irritates you or you are not allergic to such smell. I was happy that we stayed for hours. Reception girl didnt knew English but she communicated execellently using a mobile app. This was first hand experience of China – you are a alien there – you dont understand anyone and anything and no one understand you , even sorry or thanks …. That makes this travel more challenging, interesting and yet very scary because, if anything goes out of the box – then it is very difficult for you to communicate and exchange any message or information.
    GOLDEN RULE: Bring a open phone, purchase a phone chip and I think in 100 yuan- there was 10 GB data too.
    Train station is walking distance from this hotel – and you can get metro to main hub of the city.

    2.  Train Inn

    Address: 1500 Jiangyue Rd, Minhang, Shanghai, China, 201114

    Phone: +86 21 6051 2751

     

    Heavily being promoted by boking.com and other  portals- this is worst !
    I think, portals are getting good commission – this is why such properties are getting bookings otherwise, this was one of the worst places we stayed in Shanghai. Cerainly not value for money as it is mostly tagged. This is train coach converted into hotel – your bed is small- there is no luggage place and there is no secure lock.  Charging point for your device is not availalable – when you see others- you ask them and they provide you extention board. Food is another problem – there is no food market where you can find food you are looking for- and finding vegeterian food was a big challenge. We cancelled our all bookings with them. and yes, washrooms are shared – public washroom where smell of smoking is another factor to piss you off.

    3. 7 Days Inn Xining North Main Street
    1-4F No.11 North Main Street, Chengzhong District, Xining,

    We used same chain of hotels in Zhangye and in Xinning. One of the best, vallue for money, very friendly staff, although communication is through apps only – but some of them managed to converse in English. Rooms were spacious, bathroom was good and their housejob department was excellent. I strongly reccommend this hotel chain. In my next visit – I have planned to use this chain of hotels, where ever possible. It is marked two star and its really good.

China- Paradise of East, Shanghai Shopping [ Day 9 ]

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Shopping in China is not a easy job. Most of us thinks of China as heaven for cheap, cheap cheap things- are wrong. There is no assurance whatever you are buying is original or it’s duplicate. What I saw in news of today , June 16th 2016 in China, was Owner of Alibaba claiming that duplicate things made in China are sometimes much better than originals.
Now, one can understand  how dramatic, confusing and difficult it is to find shops, malls and things you want to buy in your budget.
We earlier had tried East Nanjing and West Nanjing roads which are close to People’s Square but they are not for us. Branded shopping can be done in our home countries too- we were looking for something else.
And in last we found Fuyou Road and YuYuan Road , Garden region as heaven for people visiting this city and get to know the pulse and rhythm of it.
There is almost everything, too much here – prices depends on your understanding , communication skill. A ink pen which was 35 Yuan , I end up for two in 55 and still, I think I should have narrowed down more- but anyway, a deal is a deal.
Eating outside proved costly – I end up having upset stomach and whole night- just 6 visits to toilet was enough to drain me out.
I strongly suggest, not to try from roadside vendors – you never know what it is and how it is made and stored and what is level of quality of meat.
Impressed by what shopping items wee recce and listed and mental notes made- evening ends up in being soaked in heavy rain- changed trains and got bus to reach hotel.
I will cover trains and buses in separate post , a little bit of patience and understanding can save money and risk of using taxi in late night hours.

China : Paradise in East, Xining to Shanghai by train [ Day 7,8 ]

back-shanghaiBy now, we were used to procedures and methodologies.  Our train from Xining to Shanghai  was on 9.30 AM and by 8 we were entering in Xining Railway station. Biggest setback for a foreigner , traveling in China by train is if one is told, this is not the correct station.  There are stations like Xining West, Xining North and so on. One have to be sure that Taxi driver understands you correctly, and best method I found was showing them train ticket.  So far, so good although there is room for time to move by taxi from one station to another..
Anyway,  train stations are just like airports- I could not find any difference. They are super clean,  people movement is under disciple and everything is in order and at place. It was easy to find our platform,  I confirmed I am at right place by showing ticket to a railway officer.
Settling down, purchased water, instant noodles and snacks.  At 9.0 AM, we were checking in- this procedure is done by making lines and tickets, their validity is checked electronically and public is allowed to board train which is parked with attendants standing outside their coaches.
This was SOFT TOP seats, this means two berths  at one side – and it was a cubical of 4 seats.  There was TV for every seat but it was not working. There was restaurants, we had one of the best  food , thanks to a English translator but it comes expensive too- we spent 126 Yuan on this Lunch which is way expensive for a traveler or mediocre Chinese.
June 14th 2016 – We reached Shanghai at 12.20 PM and after walking in Sun, realized that we reached at wrong hotel but right chain of hotels. All ends well- booking shifted and it was time to watch Euro Football – only channel one can enjoy at present.
Its 8.0 PM and I am hungry – going out for experimenting another encounter, you have to have lot of patience as no one understands you and you don’t understand anyone !