International

England Called: बहुत कठिन थी डगर, मगर…

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All other things were to be arranged locally, except for those at number 1 above. I had kept all my originals in safety of my Home in Lucknow. Fortunately parents were scheduled to visit on 16th December. I immediately cabled them requesting to pre-pone their visit and come charging ASAP. Poor souls were here on 14th . On 15th, I made a sort of record, by getting the big bunch of documents along with the filled up passport form ready, for which my colleagues at HR are to be thanked. I even got my photographs for UK visa (minding the 4.5×3.5 size, light background and locations and proportions) done.

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Singapura

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Finally it was destination Singapore. We reached Singapore by Malaysia Singapore rail route…a six hour journey from Kuala Lumpur. . I was in awe…

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मल्ल्क्का – संग्रहालयों का संग्रह

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पिछली बार हमने शुरुआत की थी मल्ल्क्का से, अब आगे थोड़ा और जानते हैं इस शहर के बारे में | हालाँकि कुआला लम्पुर से…

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मल्लिका नहीं मल्ल्क्का !

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पहले छुट्टियों का मतलब होता था नाना-नानी या दादा-दादी के घर की तरफ रुख़ करना लेकिन समय के साथ धीरे धीरे यह परिभाषा बदलने…

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Corbett and I

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it is not possible for those who have never lived in the upper reaches of the Himalayas to have any conception of the stranglehold that superstition has on people who inhabit that sparsely populated region…with us we had fifteen of the keenest and the most cheerful hillmen…one of these men, Bala Singh, a Garhwali, had been with me for years….i noticed that Bala Singh was sitting apart near the camp fire with a blanket over his head and shoulders. After breakfast I walked over to him,….Bala Singh saw me coming and made no attempt to greet me, which was very unusual, and to all my questions he returned the one answer — that he was not ill. That day we did our two-mile march in silence…it was quite apparent that whatever had happened to Bala Singh was affecting the other fourteen men, for they were performing their duties without their usual cheerfulness…after a lot of hedging and evasive answers I eventually got Mothi Singh’s story, which, when it came, was short and direct…’while we were sitting round the camp-fire last night and singing… the demon of Trisul entered Bala Singh’s mouth and he swallowed him

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