V ijay Diwas 1999 June - July days.. It’s raining cats and dogs in southern parts of India… South-West monsoon lashing the Konkan shores with ferocious beating. And in North West of India, what’s raining are shells, bullets, bombs, rockets etc.. Yes, let me invite you to one of those days of Kargil Conflict between India and Pak in 1999 May- July days. I was in Navy, posted at Goa, Dabolim Naval Air Base called INS Hansa. All Naval Air Bases are named after some birds like Garuda in Kochi, Rajali in Arakkonam, Madras, etc. for obvious reasons. I was Chief-in-charge of the Second line maintenance Unit for the Russian made Kamov 25 Helo( Helicopter). Our job is to support the Front line Air squadrons and ship borne flights to ensure serviceability and operability of the ‘birds’. As you know, Kargil was a ‘localized’ conflict and not a full fledged war. While Army and Air force was in the upfront, Navy’s contribution was to ensure, there were no attacks through the Arabian Sea to the west
Once upon a time.... There lived some young people in a 'city' called 'Yibalpur'. They came from different parts of a beautiful country, lured by the need of Riyal and tempted by the tricky calculation, (1 riyal= 120 multiplied by 1 Rupee). Writer would have liked to depict the portrait of Yibalpur as a beautiful place with lot of lush greeneries, mountainous horizon kissing the sky and reflections of the sun light from the wide lake causing golden rays to fall on the bed room window, a very light and gentle breeze causing the leaves of the eukaliptus in the avenue, to dance to tunes of the mild music coming from the near by public library, ..... and the like... But being a naturally honest person, writer feels it will be criminal to do so... Yibalpur was an utterly dry place where the only greenary was the thick bush around a sewage treatment plant which could be seen from far while driving back from the nearby town, Fahudabad. And of course, the few other flower plant
It was a farewell party and I was asked to write a life story of one of our Partner, Viswanathan, hailing from Nemmara, Palakkad who was retiring and leaving for settling in Palakkad. This story was to be read in the party and this is what I have written about him after gathering information through an informal chat.. Once up on a time,….. Partners, let me start my story here like this… and the title of this story is “Lord of the Gods and the Goblet!!! 1950… a December cool and calm morning… If my memory is correct, it was 17th day of December and it was a Sunday!!! A legend in the making is born.. And his parents called him ‘SWAMINATHAN’ Lord of all Gods… Friends, He was born in Kerala. His friends later started calling Kerala, by another name , God’s Own Country, after his birth. Nemmara, a small village in Palakkad District, became widely popular because of mainly 3 reasons… One, because of the well known local festival called Nemmara Vallangi Vela which is only next t
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