Monday, 7 March 2022

*BIRTH OF VANDE MATARAM*

 *BIRTH OF VANDE MATARAM*


Did you know a brawl in the cricket field was the genesis of Vande Mataram? About 145 years ago a tiff erupted at the Barrack Square (now Square Field) in Berhampore playground that led Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay to compose this patriotic song on retaliation, which is the part of his epic novel Anandamath. 
Bankim babu might not have penned ‘Vande Matram’, had he not been assaulted by the British Colonel in the cricket field. 
Way back in 1873, under the leadership of Colonel Duffin, who was the Commanding Officer at Berhampore Cantonment, a cricket match was being played among the British soldiers at the Square Field. It was an evening of December 15, when Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay, the Deputy Collector of Murshidabad District, posted at Berhampore, was going back home on a palanquin. He was unaware of the fact that the palanquin bearers would go across the Square Field instead of road. This obstructed their game that became the cause of confrontation.
Col. Duffin, in the fit of rage, stopped the palanquin, pulled Bankim babu down from it and volleyed four-five punches on him. The on-field brawl left Bankim babu extremely insulted. Since the unpleasant incident happened in front of some reputed spectators of that time, which included Principal Robert Hand, Reverend Barlow, Judge Benbridge, Raja Jogindra Narayan Roy of Lalgola, Durgacharan Bhattacharya, some British officers and few natives, who were all witnessing the match of cricket. 
The humiliation staked Bankim babu’s reputation as he was the serving Deputy Collector. The next day, on December 16, 1873, he filed a lawsuit against Col. Duffin at Mr Winter’s court, who was the District Magistrate of Murshidabad. The Magistrate soon called upon all eyewitnesses for testimony.     
Most of the eyewitnesses denied the clash while Principal Robert Hand admitted the confrontation. Raja Jogindra Narayan Roy and Durgacharan Bhattacharya favoured Bankim babu, however, Judge Benbridge contradicted his testimonial, stating that his poor eyesight barred the view. Moreover, all the legal representatives of Murshidabad supported Bankim, while Col. Duffin had to hire a lawyer from Krishnanagore, Nadia to defend him. Meanwhile, the court passed the next hearing date on January 12, 1874.   

The scene at the District Magistrate court on January 12th morning was stupefied. In an open court about thousands of curious impatient onlookers, including the natives and the Europeans gathered to observe the verdict. They noticed that Judge Benbridge appeared first in the court and requested the Magistrate – “Mr Winter! Will you mind coming to the chamber.” 
Few minutes later, Col Duffin and Bankim Chandra were summoned at Judge Benbridge’s chamber, where Bankim babu was solicited to withdraw the case. He refused. The request was once again placed. On this occasion, Bankim babu agreed, but with a condition. He sought an apology from Col Duffin in front of the open court, which Col. Duffin agreed.
According to the new research (reference – Murshidabad Anusandan, International Series of Book Number – 978-81-936491-1-4) compiled by Suman Kumar Mitra of Lalgola Bankim Smriti Charcha Samity revealed that a noted Bengali writer Hemandranath Dasgupta interviewed some of the eyewitness present at the court, who narrated that whenever Col Duffin folded his hands for apology, all the native youths present in courtroom began clapping, laughing and shouting ‘‘Ho-Ho” slogan. Dasgupta even mentioned that it would have been further mess had ‘Vande Mataram’ been composed by this period. 
A report was also published in the Amrita Bazar Patrika on January 15, 1874, which read, “It appeared that Colonel and Babu Bankim were perfect strangers to each other and he did not know who he was when affronted him. On being informed afterwards of the position of the Babu, Col Duffin expressed this contrition and desire to apology. The apology was made in due form in open court where about the 1000 spectators native and Europeans were assembled.”  
The courtroom’s incident further infuriated Col Duffin along with other Europeans. They plotted to eliminate Bankim Chandra clandestinely. Meanwhile, Raja Jogindra Narayan Roy got the tip-off and in bid to save him, he invited Bankim babu to Lalgola.  
Since the on-field brawl had deeply impacted on his psyche, which followed by the nuisance at court proceedings and finally the threat of life. He accepted king’s invitation and left for Lalgola somewhere in January 1874, the study said. Although his service record stated that he was on leave for three months between February 3 and May 2, 1874, yet he left Berhampore much before his holiday was approved.  

At Lalgola, he stayed in a Guest House surrounded by several Hindu temples.  After having glimpse of Jagadhatri, Durga and Kali – the three forms of Goddess, he was inclined towards spirituality, but his frustrations refused to die. He kept on pondering over to connect Bengal with the rest of India against the British atrocities with one ‘mantra’.    
Finally the day arrived. It was the night of ‘Maghi Purnima’ (full moon) on January 31, 1874 at Lalgola, Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay coined the 12-letter words – ‘Vande Matarm’ – the mantra has had enough fuel to boil the blood of the natives as well as the British.  
Till his vacation was over he stayed at Lalgola and never returned to Berhampore, instead he went to Malda and later he took his transfer to Howrah district. Meanwhile, a fraction of Anandmath was first published in the Bangadarshan Patrika (Vol 7) in 1881, but his epic novel Anandamath was published in April 1882. 
Immediately after the publication, the British started putting him under mental torture, pressured him to change the substance from the novel. Eventually, Bankim babu could not stand the stress and he was compelled to take the voluntary retirement in 1885-86. 
Even after 145-year, the national song still boils the blood for the love of our nation – ‘Vande Mataram’!

Rod Marsh leaves for the heavenly abode.

 Rod Marsh leaves for the heavenly abode. 

Here's a little story about the man.
It's the Centenary Test of 1977, easily the most celebrated match between the two sides in the 20th century, and England are in pursuit of a massive target of 463 in the 4th innings. But Derek Randall is playing the knock of his life and seems to be on his way to pull off the most incredible heist Test cricket has known.
He was on 161 and England on 300 odd for 4 when there was a caught behind appeal. Marsh had to dive forward and he seemed to have caught it and umpire Tom Brooks also thought the same when Marsh's teammates appealed vociferously. As Randall was walking back, Captain Greg Chapell realised that Marsh wasn't happy. He told his captain, It wasn't out. He didn't hit it. Chappell replied, ‘That’s not our problem, Tommy’s given it out.’
But then Marsh said  ‘It didn’t carry.’ Chappell replied, ‘Ah, then that is our problem.’
He went up to Randall to reinstate him to the pitch. 
Randall got out for 174. Australia won the match by 45 runs. Chappell got a handwritten letter from Wally Hadlee, the father of Dale and Richard, who said it was the most sporting thing he’d ever seen on a cricket field. He also wrote, ‘Neither you nor Rod will have any regrets, for you have placed the game above winning.’
Marsh was on 96 Tests when he retired in the same match that was also the last Test of two men he had played most of his cricket with - Greg Chappell and Dennis Lillee. Dean Jones wrote in his book that when a young Allan Border, perplexed by Marsh's decision to retire so close to a milestone that so many crave for, asked him why did he retire, Marsh simply quipped, "Because my mates have retired."
Wonder how his mates must be feeling today. 95 batsmen were dismissed 'c Marsh b Lillee' in Test cricket - a record that still stands today.
Go well, Rod Marsh.

*“EACH GIVES WHAT HE HAS"*-

 *History has it that when the ancient Chinese decided to live in peace, they made the Great Wall of China; they thought no one could climb it due to its height.* During the first 100 years of its existence, the Chinese were invaded thrice and every time, the hordes of enemy infantry had no need of penetrating or climbing over the wall, because each time, they bribed the guards and came through the doors.


The Chinese built the wall, but forgot the character-building of the wall-guards. Though the Great Wall has over the years become a powerful symbol of the country’s enduring strength and spirit, but it has actually been a good reminder to the Chinese of the superiority of human character.

The Chinese realised much later that the best defence against the enemy is not a fortified wall, but a fortified character. Thus, the building of human character comes before building of anything else.

William Shakespeare captured it succinctly when he said: *“The fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves* .”

Lastly, back in the days when Germany was divided, a huge wall separated East and West Berlin. 

One day, some people in East Berlin took a truck load of garbage and dumped it on the West Berlin side.

The people of West Berlin could have done the same thing, but they didn't. 

Instead they took a truck load of canned goods, bread, milk and other provisions, and neatly stacked it on the East Berlin side.

On top of this stack they placed the sign:

 *“EACH GIVES WHAT HE HAS"*

How very true! You can only give what you have.

What do you have inside of you? 
Is it *hate* or *love* ? 
 *Violence* or *peace* ? 
 *Death* or *life* ?
 *Capacity to build* or *capacity to destroy* ?

What have you acquired over the years?
 *Team spirit* or *pull down* architecture ?

*"EACH GIVES WHAT HE HAS"*😊

Thursday, 3 March 2022

Hunger for Success- Author: Darren Edwards

 This is the story of the young athletic boy hungry for success, for whom winning was everything and success was measured by such a result.

One day, the boy was preparing himself for a running competition in his small native village, himself and two other young boys to compete. A large crowd had congregated to witness the sporting spectacle and a wise old man, upon hearing of the little boy, had travelled far to bear witness also.
The race commenced, looking like a level heat at the finishing line, but sure enough the boy dug deep and called on his determination, strength and power .. he took the winning line and was first. The crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm, expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however. felt proud and important.
A second race was called, and two new young, fit, challengers came forward, to run with the little boy. The race was started and sure enough the little boy came through and finished first once again.
The crowd was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm, again expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however, felt proud and important.
"Another race, another race!" pleaded the little boy. The wise old man stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new challengers, an elderly frail lady and a blind man.
"What is this?", quizzed the little boy.
"This is no race" he exclaimed.
"Race!", said the wise man.
The race was started and the boy was the only finisher, the other two challengers left standing at the starting line. The little boy was ecstatic, he raised his arms in delight.
The crowd, however, was silent showing no sentiment toward the little boy.
"What has happened? Why not do the people join in my success?" he asked the wise old man.
"Race again", replied the wise man, "...this time, finish together, all three of you, finish together" continued the wise man.
The little boy thought a little, stood in the middle of the blind man and the frail old lady, and then took the two challengers by the hand.
The race began and the little boy walked slowly, ever so slowly, to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowd were ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man smiled, gently nodding his head. The little boy felt proud and important.
"Old man, I understand not! Who are the crowd cheering for? Which one of us three?", asked the little boy.
The wise old man looked into the little boy's eyes, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders, and replied softly .. "Little boy, for this race you have won much more than in any race you have ever ran before, and for this race the crowd cheer not for any winner!"
You can lose when you outscore somebody in a game. And you can still win when you are outscored.
Author: Darren Edwards

*Shiva at CERN*- As received

 



*Shiva at CERN*

Shiva, also known as Nataraj and symbolises the ‘life force’, has a statue at CERN, Switzerland, home to the Large Hadron Collider and one of the premiere research institutes in the world.

The statue captures Shiva performing the Tandava, a dance believed to be the source of the cycle of creation, preservation and destruction. The dance exists in five forms which shows the cosmic cycle from creation to destruction:
'Srishti' - creation, evolution
'Sthiti' - preservation, support
'Samhara' - destruction, evolution
'Tirobhava' - illusion
'Anugraha' - release, emancipation, grace

Why does one of the world’s premier research institutes have a statue of Shiva?
Unveiled on June 18, 2004, the two-metre-tall statue was a gift from the Govt. of India. A plaque next to the statue, with a quote by Fritjof Capra, explains its significance: 
“Hundreds of years ago, Indian artists created visual images of dancing Shivas in a beautiful series of bronzes. In our time, physicists have used the most advanced technology to portray the patterns of the cosmic dance. The metaphor of the cosmic dance thus unifies ancient mythology, religious art and modern physics.”

Physicist Fritjof Capra further explained in The Tao of Physics: 
“The Dance of Shiva symbolises the basis of all existence. At the same time, Shiva reminds us that the manifold forms in the world are not fundamental, but illusory and ever-changing. Modern physics has shown that the rhythm of creation and destruction is not only manifest in the turn of the seasons and in the birth and death of all living creatures, but is also the very essence of inorganic matter. According to quantum field theory, the dance of creation and destruction is the basis of the very existence of matter. Modern physics has thus revealed that every subatomic particle not only performs an energy dance, but also is an energy dance; a pulsating process of creation and destruction. For the modern physicists then, Shiva’s dance is the dance of subatomic matter, the basis of all existence and of all natural phenomena.”

Writing about the statue, Aidan Randle-Conde, a post-doc student working at CERN wrote: 
“So in the light of day, when CERN is teeming with life, Shiva seems playful, reminding us that the universe is constantly shaking things up, remaking itself and is never static. But by night, when we have more time to contemplate the deeper questions Shiva literally casts a long shadow over our work, a bit like the shadows on Plato’s cave. Shiva reminds me that we still don’t know the answer to one of the biggest questions presented by the universe, and that every time we collide the beams we must take the cosmic balance sheet into account.”

Popular scientist Carl Sagan was the one who introduced this idea in the West through his show Cosmos. He had said: 
"Hindu religion is the only one of the world’s great faiths dedicated to the idea that the cosmos itself undergoes an immense, indeed an infinite number of deaths and rebirths. It is the only religion in which the time scales correspond, no doubt, by accident, to those of modern scientific cosmology. Its cycles run from our ordinary day and night to a day and night of Brahma 8.64 billion years long. Longer than the age of the Earth or the Sun and about half of the time since the Big Bang. And there are much longer time scales still."

Tuesday, 1 March 2022

Remarkable 10 short stories .....- as received

 Remarkable 10  short stories .....


1) She was very excited 
     today, after all the 
     school was re-opening
     after a long summer 
     break. Now, once 
     again, she could start 
     selling stationery at 
     the traffic signal to 
     feed her family.

2) She, a renowned artist 
     and a strict mother, 
     often scolded her 6-
     year-old son for he 
     could never draw a 
     line straight. As he 
     breathed slowly into    
     the ventilator, she 
     begged him to make 
     one more crooked line 
     on the ECG.

3) "Everyone goes with 
      the flow… but the one  
     who goes against it 
     becomes someone 
     remarkable.” Before I 
     could explain this to 
     the traffic police, the 
     man issued me a fine.

4) Their love was 
     different. She was 
     happy every time he 
     kicked her in the 
     stomach. Every time 
     he kicked she loved 
     him more. She waited 
     for the time she would 
     hold her baby for the 
     first time.

5) All my toys are yours..!
     Read her brother’s    
     death note.

6) They took his father,
     and only returned a 
     flag.

7) At 25, I became a 
     mother of one; at 27 I 
     became a mother of 
     two; and today, at 55, I 
     have become a 
     mother of three!  My 
     son got married today,
     and brought home his 
     wife!

8) “Born to rich parents, 
      this boy is so lucky,” 
      exclaimed the 
      neighbors! 
      Somewhere in 
      heaven, three unborn 
      sisters cried.

9) “You ruined my career,
      I was supposed to be 
      an Executive Director,”
      she thought to 
      herself.  The little 
      angel held her finger 
      tightly and she forgot 
      everything; A mother 
      was born.

10) Once a 5-year-old boy
       was standing 
       barefoot in the 
       shallow water of the 
       ocean. He was 
       repeating the same 
       sentence to the 
       waves – “Even if you 
       touch my feet a 
       thousand times, I 
       won’t forgive you for 
       taking my parents    
       away.

Breath taking! Aren't they? 

Dr HR Kulkarni- as received

 It was 1943, when Dr. R. H. Kulkarni was a young doctor based in Hubli. When he was 22, Dr. Kulkarni got a job in a hospital in Chandgarh village near the Maharashtra-Karnataka border. The village was sparsely populated and surrounded by dense forest.


It was the month of July. On a stormy night with heavy rains, Dr Kulkarni was reading a book. Suddenly, he heard a loud knock on the door of his house. He wondered who could it be at this time of the night. With a tinge of fear in his heart, he opened the door. On opening the door he saw four men wrapped in woolen clothes with sticks in their hands. They called to the doctor in Marathi, "Take your bag and join us quickly." 

The doctor thought he could not oppose them, so he quietly took his bag and went with them. Afraid, he asked, "Where are you taking me?" When he did not receive an answer, he sat silently. After an hour and a half, the car stopped.

There was darkness all around. The men with the sticks got the doctor out of the car and brought him to a kaccha house. One of the rooms was lit by a lantern, and a pregnant woman was lying on a cot. An old woman sat next to it. Looking at this scene, the doctor was shaken from inside and was unable to understand what was happening. At this point, he was informed that he had been brought to deliver the child.

Seeing that girl moaning in pain, the doctor's heart melted. Although he had never delivered before, he determined that he would definitely help this girl in that stormy night, and asked her, "Who are you? How did you get here?"

"Doctor, I don't want to live," the girl said in a painful voice. She narrated her ordeal, saying, "I am the daughter of a big landowner here."

She further said, "Since there were no high schools in our village, my parents sent me to a distant city to study. I fell in love with a classmate...and got pregnant. When I found out, I immediately told the boy. But he left me and ran away. By the time my parents found out, it was too late. That's why they sent me here, so that no one comes to know about it." The girl started crying loudly as she completed her story.

Dr. Kulkarni started preparing for the delivery. With his efforts, the woman gave birth to a girl child, but the child did not cry. When the young woman realised this, she started saying, "it's a daughter! let her die or else she will also have to live an unfortunate life like me."

But Dr. Kulkarni still tried his best to save the baby girl, and after his consistent efforts, the child cried. When the doctor left the room after the delivery, he was given 100 rupees, which was a large sum of money at the time. Doctor Kulkarni was then earning a monthly salary of ₹75. After taking the fee, the doctor realized he had forgotten his bag in the room. On the pretext of taking the bag, Doctor Kulkarni once again went to that room and put the 100 rupees on the girl's hand, telling her, "Joy and sorrow are beyond a human's grasp, sister, but you can forget everything and take care of yourself and this little life. When you are able to travel, then go to the Nursing College in Pune. There I have a friend named Mr. Apte. Go and meet him and tell him that Dr. R. H. Kulkarni has sent you. He will definitely help you. Think of it as a brother's request. Right now, I won't be able to do anything more for you." He placed his hand on her head and left.

Years passed since this incident. Dr. R. H. Kulkarni later became specialized in female obstetrics. Once, he went to Aurangabad to attend a medical conference and was deeply impressed by an exuberant and brilliant doctor, Dr. Chandra's speech. During the same program, someone called Dr. Kulkarni by his name, and Dr. Chandra's attention was drawn towards him. She went right up to him and asked him, "Sir, have you ever been to Chandgarh?" 

Dr. Kulkarni: "Yes, I have, but that was years ago." 

Dr. Chandra: "Then you need to come to my house."

Dr. Kulkarni: "Dr. Chandra, I have met you for the first time today. I thoroughly enjoyed your speech, and I appreciate your knowledge and research. But I won't be able to join you today. I will surely come some other time."

But Dr. Chandra insisted, "Sir, please come with me for a little while today, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life." Dr. Kulkarni could not refuse Dr. Chandra's loving invitation. Finally, Dr. Chandra took Dr. Kulkarni along, reached her house and called out, "Maa, look who has come to our house!"

Dr. Chandra's mother came out and on seeing Dr. Kulkarni in front of her, at first she could not believe her eyes. Her eyes filled with tears, and she somehow held herself together, bowed to him and fell at his feet.

Doctor Kulkarni was confused and panicked. But before he could comprehend anything, she recalled the old story and said: "Doctor, I am the same girl who you helped in the middle of the night in the village near Chandgarh, while i was in labour pain. Then I went to Pune and became a staff nurse as you advised.

I encouraged my daughter to study a lot and made her a gynaecologist considering you as an ideal. My daughter Chandra is the one who was born at your hands that night."

He was immensely surprised to hear all this and was very happy. He asked Chandra, "But how did you recognize me?"

Dr. Chandra said, "I recognized you by your name, Sir. I have heard my mother chanting your name all the time."

In awe, Dr. Chandra's mother said, "Sir, your name is Ramchandra. From that same name, I have given my daughter her name, Chandra. You've given us a wonderful new life. Chandra also considers you an ideal and helps poor women by giving them free treatments."

Dr. R. H. Kulkarni was the father of the prominent social worker, renowned writer and Infosys chairperson, Sudha Murthy.