WONDERFUL SCENERY

WONDERFUL SCENERY

When we reached the village , we got down and walked with the others and reached a river. From a distance it was just an ordinary river , but from the bank of the river , it was wide and I was struck by the grandeur of the wide river , which is quite shallow . People were taking bat in the middle . If only I could take a photo of the river. Meanwhile they began to enter a van and I too go got in.

Where is my purse? My pockets were empty. How shall I pay the fare?

Then I woke up. It was all a dream!

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MULA RIVER

MULA RIVER

The river we saw at Pune is called Mula. It is a tributary of the Krishna river originating from the Western Ghats.. There is a big dam Chasma which collects the waters of the Main Krishna rive and Mula . Afterwards the combined river splits into three branches , before it falls into the Bay of Bengal.

TWIN TRAIN ACCIDENT AT HARDVA IN MADHYA PRADESH

TWIN TRAIN ACCIDENT AT HARDVA IN MADHYA PRADESH
It happened at about 11.45 midnight , when most of the passengers were asleep.
At Hardva in MP , the railway track near the river , which was in spate , caved in , the sleepers were dislocated by the flowing water and engine and several bogies of a train came under water. Almost immediately afterwards , another train came from the opposite direction also suffered the same fate. In this case the engine escaped intact. As it was dark , the passengers could not even know what had happened . 28 people lost their life and several were injured.
Accident special train soon came and took the live passengers to Itarsi.
Full facts will be known only after enquiry by Commissioner for Railway Safety

ORIGIN

Parashar Maharshy was crossing the river in a country canoe. A tribal woman was rowing the vessel. There were no one else in the canoe.
In the middle of the river, the sage felt sex urge and so he did it with the woman. Vyas was thus born. He had some ugly skin dicease. Vyas is credited with authorship of Vedas, Mahabharath and also Bhagavath puran- all voluminous books.
When the Royal family at Indraprasth was threatened with extinction, Vyas was invited to father children Maharanis. The first one closed her eyes to avoid seeing the ugly man; the child born was blind. He is Dhritarashtr, Suyodhana’s father. The next one felt revulsion and the child was Pandu, father of Pandavas.
Vyas enjoyed sex with the maid servant also. She welcomed it and a wise and honest man, Vidur was her son.
As Dhritarashtr was blind, the war was described to him by Sanjay who was gifted with the power of seeing the events, with the mind’s eyes.
Krishn and Balram
Both were brought up by Yashoda. Balram was straightforward and honest. He favoured Suyodhan and taught him the use of Gada, a club with one end enlarged and weighty. During the war, he was away on pilgrimage. He was sad to know about the war and its consequences.
Bheeshm
He vowed to remain Brhmachary (bachelor), because his father wanted to marry Ganga who wanted to ensure the throne for her sons. In fact, he was very powerful and used strong arm methods to bring women from their marriage pandal and forced them to marry his brothers. He was sympathetic to the Pandavas, but sided with Suyodhan in the war. He could have prevented war by exerting his authority as grand uncle, and, threatening to stay neutral.

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When we water the plants, it keeps the earth wet, but most of the water evaporates quickly. As the air pockets around water droplets inside the earth’s surface, prevent water from traveling inside the soil, the effectiveness of the method is minimal.
I am trying open well method. The wells may be small in size, but deep enough to wet the soil below the surface. These wells will get filled during rainy season or may be filled with PANCHAYATH WATER, SO CALLED BECAUSE THE PANCHAYATH IS PUMPING WATER FROM THE RIVER AND SUPPLYING TO FARMERS IN OUR SIDE.
When full, these must be covered, to prevent evaporation. Air pockets are less in deeper strata and so water molecules will easily travel in all directions. Minute roots of plants will use this water.

This is still my experiment and I shall convey the results to my viewers in due course.
The first well of one yard diameter was dug, two yards deep and filled with Panchayath water today.

SHORT STORY- RESEARC IN PALM LEAF GRANTHAS IN SAMSKRITHAM <a href=’http://www.blogsurfer.us/

I was waiting for my bus. As the destination is written in Malayalam, I was unable to read it.
Could you kindly tell me which bus goes to Kavalapara? I asked a young lady who looked educated from her dress and demeanour.
Oh! Most gladly; in fact, I am going to that place.
I feel much relieved. I am going there to study old records written in Palm leaves. I work for Allahabad University.
During our journey, she told me all about herself, as to a bosom friend. She is working in a bank and is going home to see her aged parents who have to manage themselves. Of course there is a maid to help them. She asked me: why don’t you stay with me? My house is near Kavalapara. It is a far flung village without any lodging available. Otherwise you may put up at Ottapalam.
So I accepted her offer.
We had to walk along narrow path until it opened into a panorama of green scenery, with rice fields and a river running across the fields. We walked along narrow embankments, made to prevent water from flowing away into the river. I had to be careful.
We entered a plot with plenty of coconut trees, areca nut trees, and, all sorts of trees which I had never seen before. It was a treat to the eyes!
She ushered me to her room. She said she would sleep with her parents.
I kept my small bag on the stool by the bed and relaxed. Presently she brought hot tea and biscuits. She said: you can take bath in the pond. I will tell others not to come near the pond. You can be quite comfortable. I have a friend belonging to Kavalapara family. We will meet her. She can locate the old palm leaves books.
Before the British rule, Kavalapara was something like a “principality”. The Nair had the power to sentence to death; a beam supported on two pillars can still be seen, from which the hangman’s noose is pitiably hanging, in the spacious ground of the old “palace”, remnants of which instill a sense of melancholy on the beholder. All members of the family are now scattered. Only Sushma, her friend is staying there now. All this was told me by my friend and hostess, Kumari, on our way to the Kavalapara palace.
Sushma is a very young girl, somewhat dark complexioned, with bright, truculent eyes. She promptly took us to the attic.
There were all sorts of documents, in Malayalam, English and of course, palm leaf granths in Samskrutham. The girls dusted them all and brought them downstairs.
I asked Kumari: may I take them all to Sushma’s room where I am staying?
By all means, she shouted. She knew English well and was very helpful in tabulating the documents. I liked her. I said jokingly: If I were young, I could have married you.
She shouted: I am ready to marry you now.
How old are you?
Forty.
Are you not married?
No.
I have never seen the North. Will you take me there?
Oh! Sure.
Next week, Sushma came. I told her that I have sent a report to the University about the treasure I got at Kavalapara and asked for assistance by way of grant for my research. I proposed that I shall appoint Kumari as my assistant, hearing which she jumped with joy.
One Sunday we all went to see around. After some half an hour walking, we came near to a hill.
Shall we climb it? I asked.
Sushma was wary. Kumari started walking towards it. Let us see; if not feasible, we will abandon the idea, I told Sushma.
The top of the hill was covered with thorny shrubs. We went round and some opening came to light. But it was a huge rock, like the back of an elephant. The girls managed to climb it and began describing the surrounding country side. I desperately tried, without success.
Then they gave me their dupattas. With one end in my hands, and the other ends with them, they pulled hard and I too came on top.
Wah! This is our EVEREST! We all shouted.
We had a jolly time and my thesis was ready. One copy I forwarded to Calicut University. I was given special post in the university, for studying documents obtained from Samoothiri’s palace.
One day Kumari said: Sushma has a love affair. Because of caste difference, her parents are against it. After you came to stay with her, her man quarreled with her. He even doubts her chastity.
I felt very sorry about it. And guilty too. She used to tell me everything. Why did she conceal this?
I accepted my assignment in Calicut University and shifted to Kozhikode. Kumari came with me as my assistant.
Afterwards we heard the sad news of her death in mysterious circumstances.

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A very modern port was constructed at Kottayam, the business centre of Travancore. at a cost of Rs. TEN CRORE, financed by the Central Government. It remains un-utilised since its inception, some years ago.
The reasons are hurdles created by various departments.
By an effort of citizens, this can be overcome and the port used, at least now.
The river transport will be much cheaper, s it it is direct, towards the sea.