OOOhhhhhhhhh that bitch from the Mithilaland..what a holy disgrace!!!!!!!!

She made friends with civilized dogs… but was not amiable with other bitches of her age! What a pity!Tch Tch Tch!!!

She got “married” to a softspoken and nice dog (her good luck) and gave birth to a cute puppy

And look at the stroke of destiny,

WE MET…

JAB WE MET … in cold winters of the migratory city … there were Western Disturbances from the Mediterranean Sea…they travelled to the land of Hindostan… the cold front met the warm one and there were thunders and lightening and a downpour!!

We met at the White Elephant Corporation (WEC) and there she goes with her gyaan about life, love, sex and sleaze…

I was having snacks and tea … but my luck … it fell down … the Mithila Bitch saw that and its nature goes
She started licking my feet where the snacks fell!!!

I was absolutely amused at that site…

The Proud bitch from Mithila Land fell to my feet …

Once upon a time … A bitch from Mithilaland!!

Mr. Patel’s tree planting efforts first started from Rajkot, but soon spread to states such as Maharashtra, Madhya Pradesh and Rajasthan.

Every morning, carrying a bagful of seeds and a small spade, the farmer planted seeds on field bunds, along road sides, and vacant lands. Individuals and some institutions also volunteered to help in the farmer’s effort at ecological restoration.

Since manual seed planting proved laborious, Mr. Patel developed a petrol-driven mechanical blower mounted on a jeep back for broadcasting seeds.

The blower, which cost about Rs 12,000, blows seeds upto a distance of 15 meters, says the farmer. Using the blower he broadcasted 10 tonnes of tamarind seeds in several villages.

Mr. Patel also developed a unique technique for tree planting in drought prone regions of Kutch, Bhuj, and Saurashtra. He selected plastic pipes of about seven inches diameter and 1-1.5 feet height.

“Bore two small holes on opposite sides at the top end of the pipe and place it inside a half foot pit. Keep the root of the seedling next to the pipe inside the pit. Add a mixture of sand, soil and gravel to fill the pipe. Insert a small stick through the two holes at the top of the pipe and remove the pipe. Water poured on the sand reaches the roots of plants without wastage or evaporation,” he explains.

The rate of seedlings survival increases by this method, according to the farmer.

Now Mr. Patel is concentrating on watershed development through an organization called Vruksh Prem Seva Sanstha Trust. The trust works through about 150 nature clubs on nearly 1,000 hectares. The trust launched a campaign in several villages for ground water conservation through well recharge.

“Though the government introduced several schemes to encourage the development of checkdams’ in drought prone regions of Gujarat and offered subsidies, villagers did not evince interest in them because they often considered check dams as government projects. To motivate people to actively participate in building dams and to bring awareness on groundwater recharging I introduced a scheme for people,” says the farmer.

Mr. Patel himself bears the cost of checkdam construction except cement cost. (In some cases the farmer also bore the total cost including cement). Those interested in the scheme contacted him and he personally visited the area to get first hand information about the location and help them construct the dams.

Explaining the checkdam construction method Mr. Premjibhai says:

“I place large stones in the middle of the flowing water and use river sand, stones and cement to fill the gap between the stones. Iron rods are inserted into holes in the stones for added strength. The body wall of the dam is built in such a way that it slopes at an angle of 60 degrees and the width of the top wall maintained at one metre height (height can be increased in future).”

According to the farmer, circular dams are more economical than the straight ones, because the thin walls of the dams make them cost effective.

About 1,500 check dams and 50,000 feet of pipeline for recharging underground wells are his contribution to society.

Mr. Premjibhai’s initiative in water conservation ensures water security even in a drought season. Today farmers no longer remain idle even during summer as ground water table has increased considerably and there is timely water availability for agricultural activities. He also bagged the National Water Award recently from the Ministry of Water Resources.

For more information readers can contact Mr. Premjibhai Patel, Fulara Mill Godown, Furniture Gali, Rajmarg, Upleta, Rajkot, mobile: 9426202340.

My waking eyes grew tired and I slept with the fear held in oblivion. My sleep was intact. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw the day light. My mood was very gloomy and with a heavy head I entered the kitchen to make tea and breakfast. I started wondering after Debi would go to office how would I cope with the freaky fear creating havoc in my imaginative mind. So I opened the laptop and started my favourite hobby – Writing. The search in Google pages educated me on some tips to get rid of fear after watching a scary movie. As I write this I still have dishes to wash that are lying unattended in the sink.

For commuters in local trains in Mumbai; it is not very unusual to find deprived children and women and men who sell clips, trinkets, eatables, copper and brass earnings and ornaments, hand kerchiefs, dress materials and the list is endless, blind men and women singing songs – devotional and filmy in Hindi & Marathi. Few more carrying images of obscure gods and goddesses and asking for money. Some children begging in torn and tattered clothes and some more children who are handicapped or not that handicapped cleaning the shabby and dusty floor of the running train and asking for money.

Of particular importance is a Muslim lady who sells bags, bangles, etc. she narrates her life story while she sells her wares. She got divorced after she married a Dubai – based Business man. There is something about these people – not afraid to face life – some sort of edgy survival instinct. Thoughts enter my mind – like parents marry their daughter with the assurance that they have found a right match that can protect her from the big bad world – sometimes this works and sometimes it does not. I personally feel that parents who perceive this way need serious counseling. They should provide insurance cover to their daughters and little do they realize that the men they marry are also human and not a demi-god or deity who can be worshipped and appeased; in lieu of which he gives her protection.

Now moving on to other members of the “Selling Class”, there is this girl – short, dark, flat-nose-pierced with nose-rings, short tempered. She sells earrings, hairpins, safety pins, bracelets, etc. she gets very annoyed and always screams at her kid sister. Previously she used to come with her mother, but these days she is alone. I do not find her mother very frequently. She looks sad, lonely and distraught.

There is one old bespectacled lady with black thick frame and as thin as a reed of a grass. I think she is longsighted. She has a horrible temper. She used to sell henna powder, mango and ginger chocolates and sometimes plastic combs – wide-toothed, normal ones, lice combs, etc – of various hues. These days she does not appear – guess she is too old to exert so much.

There is one more old lady – extremely short-tempered, domineering, la-petit, silver hair, wide torso. She does not carry many wares and is very foul mouthed. Her pig-headed attitude is not good for her.

Then there is a mother-daughter duo. They cook hygienic & fresh food and it is served hot – samosas, puranpoli, shankarpaali, etc. They also sell pickles, paapads, chips, etc.

Then there is a young crowd of girls – decently dressed, well-oiled-&-combed hair, the train earrings, the dupatta draped around them like Bharatnatyam dance students – assertive and concerned only with their work. They sell earrings, hairclips, bangles, mobile covers, etc.

Men usually sell handkerchiefs, “China Items” worth Rs. 10/- per unit of any product. Their wares usually include pens, toothbrush, purses, flashy keychains, etc. some sell railway timetables, world and India maps, torches, tops, etc.

Young Boys usually sell earrings worth Rs. 10/- and Rs. 20/-. They look good and can go along with kurti and jeans and other combinations can also be tried.

The eunuchs normally beg. They place their palms on the heads of women commuters – a very irritating act indeed. I often wonder if they are really eunuchs or transvesites or men in disguise to earn easy money. There was one particular eunuch I met today in the train. She looked dignified and not scared of the fact that she was one. Unlike the others she was selling bangles and quoting high prices for them. She was well dressed in a grey top and steel grey jeans and back pack. She even had a mobile phone and I could see her blushing when she was talking to her inamorato. The picture you can see is hers. I was very impressed with her since she chose to be different than the rest of her “Kinner Class” .

Then small children and women sell flowers – roses (red, yellow and orange), African daisies – between Rs.10/- & Rs. 20/-. They also sell vegetables like beans, cucumber, brijal, pumpkins, corn, lemon, etc. women also sell fruits like orange, sapodilla, plum, etc.

You can find many employment generating avenues in the train by way of advertisements for part-time jobs, data entry work, growing mushrooms, etc.

It is very heartless of the commuters to bargain with these people even though they sell at nominal prices considering their standard of living. Some commuters even tell them not to move about in the trains as they find it very difficult to adjust and sit in the fourth seat of the train. But when the government and we commuters cannot provide them employment and a decent standard of living; who are we to deprive them of what they already might be earning?

No matter, kudos to all these free spirits of Mumbai who at every step make us realize that life is a constant struggle to fight it and win instead of sulking about the past………