The day when I time traveled in a Delhi Metro

As i got on to the metro in the evening after a rather long day in the office, expecting the similar humdrum of the metro, the  tired corporate warriors, the back broken bankers, the unhappy business men and women and the frolicking college students, the last thing I expected was to be transported to the 1950`s. Yes I had time traveled, well not physically but mentally.

Dressed in a green sari, little gold watch, diamond earrings and a gold chain was this little old lady, she was my ride back in time.


I do not know how it started or when, but when I got in the metro she was already talking about how the kids today have no etiquettes and no respect for the elders, the kids standing there must have been rude or disrespectful to her or the girl must have denied her a seat. Once the kids were off she began with her expressive and captivating monologue.

She said and I quote ” the kids of today have no respect, they plug their ears with headphones and are always lost in their world. The only reason this world is going to the dogs is because of these girls. I am dead against this equality of women, pair ka joota pair pe hi sahi lagta hai, sir pe thori(the shoe of the foot looks good in the shoe. If you put it  on your head and you will look stupid). Sir pe rakhogeto bolo be ki chit lag gal(if you keep the shoe on your head you will say you got hurt). I am learned and educated but you don’t see me sassing around. Listen( to the man sitting next to her) never make a girl sit next to you, she will start brushing against you and will get you in trouble. Never help a woman,even if I fall down don’t help me. The found in prisons are not criminals, some are innocent people like you who have been framed. I tell you again girls are nothing but trouble. A house cannot run on a woman’s salary. Her salary goes in her basin and cosmetics, she wants to travel only by cars. If everything goes in this how will she run the house. A woman can’t survive alone in this world, physically, emotionally or economically.”


By now she had collected a captivated audience of you men of all ages. There is a strange empty circle of men in front of her enthralled, amazed and amused by her words. She looked like a shaman giving a sermon to her congruence.

I could not get myself to agree with her or be on the same page or era as she was,  yet i decided to keep quite. A lot of you may disagree with my decision to keep quite, to them i say there is always a right time to do and say things and this was not it.

Listening to her all i could do was let my imagination run and take me back in time, where i could men say the same things, where women expressing themselves or trying to break barriers were deemed as characterless and shunned by the society.

All i can say is that I am happy to be born and living now, where the women in my life, my mother, my aunts, my sisters, my friends and all the women around the world are free to express themselves.


The rotting truth

In my travels in the past year or two I have seen this deep rot that is growing within the consciousness of men. And this rot has transcended to heinous crimes against women and a general disrespect towards them. 


One can see the effects of this rot in our daily life. The recent incidents in the country has left the world wondering what exactly is in the minds of the Indian men ? 

They have stooped down to the level where even 6 year olds are not safe in the very institutes that are designed to educate them. I wonder what kind of values or morals would these people teach their next generation or what shame do the parents, friends and family feel when they hear their loved ones committing these heinous crimes. 

I can’t begin to imagine the pain and suffering that the families of the victims and the victims themselves feel. 

As a professional who deals with students of all ages and takes them to unknown places, away from the protective realm of the parents, I know understand the trust that the parents, the schools and the students themselves place on me. The risk and the responsibilities in my field of work have increased and will continue to increase until the rot itself is removed from with in the people. 

The is is not just confined to the civilians but has crept into the forces. As an Army Brat I have seen the respect and the chivalry of the old army officers and the soldiers from up close. It disheartens me to see this rot seep into the new recruits. 

I hope the people understand and realize that women are not objects for them to exploit, but some thing much more  beautiful and sacred. They bear the gift and power to give life and I am sure to take one when needed. 

Town that lost its peace

Mango tree lined road used to lead to a peaceful, quite, serene town of Dehradun. Once known as the town for the retired and the old, had its own rustic and old English meets Indian mix charm. I have been travelling to Dehradun since 1996 by road train and bus. I have seen the town change and loose its charm.

Once the road lined with mongo grooves and eucalyptus trees has given way to townships, factories, institutes, and housing societies. The pleasant journey where you could roll down the windows and feel the fresh air in your hair and fill your lungs with the cool and clean country side air, now cannot be crossed with out the windows rolled up and the ac switched on to prevent the dust and the smoke to fill you up. A city where even in summers one had to were a light pullover in the evenings , where a fan sufficed on the hottest of the day, is now unbearable during the day and evenings and a fan does not even help with the evaporating the sweat and air conditioners have become a necessity. Where the roads saw only the traditional shared thuk-thuks , a few cars and two wheelers, now has traffic jams plaguing the whole town.

The modernization has consumed this quaint little town and stolen its original charm and its rustic feel.

EXPERIMENT BMC-226 REPORT : Evolution of Dropping (EOD)

A strange and intriguing evolution in a group behaviour was noted at a 28 day experiment (code name BMC 226) at Nehru Institute of Mountaineering , in the small secret hill town of Uttarkashi, India.


The strange phenomenon or development shall be referred to as the Evolution Of Dropping (EOD).  The EOD is the process and development of bonds and comforts between boys/men during the most personal and sacred activities of a human being , occurring every day and is the time when is the most vulnerable or exposed.  We here are talking about the process that takes place every day at least once in some cases more than once. The timing may differ from person to person.

The process involves the organs to process, ferment, squeeze, compact and extract the food that is consumed during  the day in a completely different form.


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During the 28 days of experiment the subjects were put through a series of test, both physical and mental. The testing started with a total of 75 subjects and at the end of the course only 65 remained. Unfortunately 10 had to be withdrawn or withdraw due to technical difficulties or vital systems failure. At the beginning of the test 6 subjects were confined in an 8 by 10 feet room with a shared test area. At the beginning the subjects being apperceive of the others test area usage and to prevent conflict of test timings or confrontation, one takes lead and suggested a time split division to the usage of the test area. The idea was well received and was followed to the letter by all the members. Similar modules were suggested and followed in all the different test areas. The usage of test area of one by another test group member in case of emergency was well received by the all the test subjects.

This process of testing was carried for one and a half weeks to get the subjects familiarized and comfortable with the process. Once it was seen that the subjects were performing great in the environment the testing environment was changes and so was the technique.

Now for the next the 2 weeks  the test environment was transformed to an open environment, privacy and sanctity of the walls on the area were withdrawn, the use of substance chemical name H2O was replaced by processed wood, the testing equipment usage was revoked and an extra equipment was introduced and its use was shown.

Since the environment was now open nature and to successfully complete the test a precision hole had to be drilled in a tactfully selected area where the test subject is protected from the environmental and geographical elements, safe from the prying eyes of the rest of the subjects and refrain from disturbing the tests conducted in the same area by others.

During the test being conducted in simulation it was noted that the subjects would try and refrain from confrontation and seeing the others conducting the test. They would look for a camouflage and hidden spot to take the test. As the days progressed , familiarization’s increased  and the comfort levels increased, test buddies were formed.

What started as a problem or an inconvenience due to the close proximity of other testers he group dynamics changed so much that the problem of one tester to reach the testing grounds was taken up by all and support systems were implemented.

The distances between testing subjects got reduced to 1 feet and the silent tests turned into full blown conversations.

This was one of the few test results of the experiment: BMC 226 conducted, 16th March – 12th April, 2013.




{Due to the sensitive nature of the experiment and the experiments conducted, certain words have been changed/replaced.}

{ In case of research, please replace “testing” with “shitting”, and you have just wasted 3 minutes reading about shitting.}