Gorakh Hill for a quiet time

The highest point of Sindh, due for a major makeover. The views are remarkable and the journey is for the adventurous. Pleasantly surprised by the fact that Sindh has a 5688 ft peak and also by the name (probably since ancient times).

Yet as we climbed up towards the summit of Gorakh Hill, the mountain
hues were stunning. There was grey, ochre, brown and a speckle of green
here and there. The natural sculptures, fashioned by wind and water no
doubt, were a sight to behold. The climb was only punctuated by the
occasional sighting of a lonely shepherd tending his flock or a camel
herder watching over his beasts, or construction workers being hauled to
the top.


The sights as one climbed up the hill were indeed something for sore
eyes, reminiscent of the Grand Canyon in the US. At night, a canopy of
stars was visible in the clear sky above — more stars than one could
count. What is more, the silence was all-encompassing while the air was
crisp and cool.


A VIP rest house exists along with a regular guest house, while staff
quarters and tourist huts are under construction. While the weather in
Dadu and Johi below was pleasant, on Gorakh Hill it was absolutely
nippy. And as the sun came down, the cold started to bite. Late at
night, as load-shedding hit and the wind started howling on the pitch
dark hilltop, the feeling was otherworldly.

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The (unsung) mutiny (1946)

A 94 year old recounts his vivid memories of those momentous events 68 years ago when the soldiers raised by the British to keep their own countrymen in chains finally revolted and (as the British saw it) the empire game was suddenly up. As a shameful and terrible consequence the mutineers were never employed by either Indian or Pakistan Navy. As they say, a good act never goes unpunished.

It’s difficult to recall a day 68 years ago when you are 94. But the
RIN mutiny, which many believe was the last nail in the Raj’s coffin,
wasn’t just any other day. And I happened to be a proximate eyewitness
to this momentous event. 

On February 18, 1946, ratings at the HMIS
Talwar, a shore establishment for signals training, went on strike,
protesting against the inedible meals and searing insults to which they
were regularly subjected.
The revolt spread like wildfire. Some
mutineers took up arms; others took to the streets of Bombay. Ratings
famously pulled down the Union Jack on rebel ships, replacing it with
flags of the Congress, the Muslim League and the Communist Party of
India.




Unlike the sepoys of 1857, who were a heterogeneous group, the RIN
ratings were by and large educated, well-trained and well-armed.
The
British adm­i­nis­tration was not so much perturbed by the peaceful
civil disobedience movement (satyagraha) launched by Maha­tma Gan­dhi as
by the spectre of an insur­rection in the modern Indian armed forces,
which they had themselves trained.

Later that evening, I went to Apollo Bunder—the Gateway of India.
Everything was quiet. Thereafter, I was taken by some friends to the
flat of one of the activist supporters of the mutiny. I learnt that the
morning’s event I witnessed was but a small part of a well-orchestrated
chain of strikes and demonstrations. No wonder the British government
was rattled.  

By February 22, the mutiny had spread to naval units across
the country. Some 20,000 sailors, 20 offshore establishments and over
70 ships are believed to have been involved. That British prime minister
Clement Attlee announced the Cabinet Mission to India just a day after
the mutiny erupted is testimony to the mutiny’s perceived threat.




The revolt was as spectacular as it was short-lived. Nei­ther the
Congress nor the Muslim League supported it; the strike committee
surrendered after talks with Vallabhbhai Patel. Hundreds of mutineers
were jailed or dismissed, never to be reabsorbed by the armed forces of
independent India or Pakistan. Never were the ratings celebrated as
heroes.




Within a year and a half of that day, India became free and the RIN
became the Indian navy. On the day of independence, I was with my
wife-to-be on a little hillock called Antop Hill. Suddenly, the sky lit
up with fireworks and I knew we had become free.
I owned a small car, a
dkw two-seater. It had seen many owners, and wouldn’t start without
pushing. That day, I had kept it on the slope of the hill so it would
start easily. My wife and I jumped into the car, which dutifully rolled
down the hill. Jubilant, we drove to Marine Drive and joined the stream
of cars going to the secretariat. 

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Thorium reactor #1 (only by 2025)

Hopefully the powers that be mean what they say and say what they mean. The dream of a Thorium reactor lives on, even as we get to hear of rumors that the huge thorium reserves in Kerala and elsewhere are being depleted at a rapid scale (sold off to the Chinese?). Since this is India, of course anything is possible.

Design of the world’s first mainly thorium-based nuclear reactor is ready. Indiatoday.in
brings you the first look of the design and prototype of the Advanced
Heavy Water Reactor (AHWR). It is the latest Indian design for a
next-generation nuclear reactor that will burn thorium as its fuel.

The
design is being developed at Bhabha Atomic Research Centre (BARC) in
Mumbai and is an important step towards the third stage of  Indian
nuclear power programme, which envisages use of thorium fuel cycles for
commercial power generation.

The AHWR is a vertical pressure tube
type reactor cooled by boiling light water under natural circulation.
The unique feature of this design is a large tank of water on top of a
primary containment of vessel called gravity-driven water pool (GDWP).
This reservoir is designed to perform several passive safety functions. Dr
R.K. Sinha, chairman, Atomic Energy Commission, in an exclusive
interview to Indiatoday.in said: “This reactor can continue to cool its
core after passive shutdown without an external source of cooling water
and electricity and even without any operator action for nearly 110
days.”

The AHWR will be fuelled by a mix of uranium-233 and
plutonium, which will be converted from thorium and uranium-238
respectively by previously deployed and domestically designed fast
breeder reactors. Another version of the AHWR called AHWR-LEU will use
low enriched uranium along with thorium.

Thorium is an element
that is three times more abundant globally than uranium. India’s
reserves of thorium constitute 25 per cent of the world’s total
reserves.

Earlier, India had set up KAMINI – a 30 kWth
experimental reactor at Kalpakkam which incidentally is the world’s only
reactor fuelled by U-233 derived from thorium.



The
AHWR, a technology demonstrator, is supposed to be launched during the
12th five-year plan and will take seven to eight years for completing
the construction. Thus generation of electricity from AHWR is expected
to be somewhere in 2025.  

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Caste system explained?

We inherit our “social competences.” Social mobility is low in the USA (and everywhere else).The shadow of past poverty/prosperity lingers for 10-15 generations. Your surname says a lot about your prospects (which is a truly surprising conclusion). Gregory Clark does not say it explicitly but his surname test is implicitly a caste test, whereby people are classified by the work they do and the status they carry in society (nobles, artisans, shopkeepers).

….new research from Raj Chetty and Emmanuel Saez indicating that social mobility in the United States is not falling,
offering the not-so-reassuring news that the reason it isn’t falling is
that it’s been low for a long time.

 …..

………a different research program, associated with UC–Davis economic historian Gregory Clark, which argues that economic mobility is low almost everywhere. He reaches this conclusion with a different research method that lets
him explore much longer-term trends than most of the research you see
on this. …….if you have a noble surname in Sweden today, we know that
your father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father (or
whatever) was a member of the Swedish elite more than 300 years ago. By
contrast, if you have the last name “Andersson” then that means that
your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather
wasn’t a nobleman and probably didn’t practice a skilled trade either.
That’s why he wound up with the generic surname. So we can look at the
present-day incomes of people with noble surnames and compare them to
the present-day incomes of people named “Andersson” and get a picture of
the long-term persistence of the noble/Andersson class gap
.

And it’s all the more striking precisely because this identification
strategy is rather crude. A person with a noble surname could still be
of mostly lower- or middle-class ancestry and vice versa, so the
surname thing should underestimate the long-term persistence of the
class gap in Sweden.

…..

According to a new book, The Son Also Rises, by academic Gregory Clark, our chances of getting on in life are largely down to what our family did 300 years ago. Contrary to brighter estimates, which suggest that
past prosperity or poverty can be erased in three to four generations,
Clark reckons it takes 10 to 15.

“Social mobility rates are similar across societies that vary
dramatically in their institutions and income levels. Cradle-to-grave
socialist Sweden and dog-eat-dog, free-to-lose America have similar
rates. Communist China and capitalist Taiwan have similar rates.

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Islamabad

Sorry for the optimistic thoughts. We are back to normal transmission. The ceasefire is but a joke.

At least 11 people were killed and 24 wounded on Monday in a gun and
suicide bomb attack at a court complex in the heavily-guarded Pakistani
capital Islamabad, police said.


The
death toll was confirmed by other police officials and the spokeswoman
for the Pakistan Institute of Medical Sciences, Ayesha Isani. Isani
said 20 wounded had been brought to the institute, half of them in
critical condition. The dead included a sessions judge, police said.

Roads
around the court, in a prosperous residential sector of the city
popular with foreign residents, were sealed off as police and
paramilitary forces carried out a search.

Lawyer Murad Ali Shah described the dramatic moment the carnage began. “At
9am around 15 armed men surrounded the court compound. They entered the
chamber and started firing,” he told AFP, adding that he had helped
recover several bodies. “The attackers were armed with
Kalashnikovs and hand grenades. They were wearing shalwar kameez and had
long beards and long hair.”

On Sunday the Pakistani government
announced it was halting air strikes against suspected Taliban hideouts
in the country’s restive tribal areas along the Afghan border in
response to the militants’ ceasefire.

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Desi street food in London (and beyond)

Sounds (and tastes) pretty nice, just like the yoga-asanas, jhal muri from Kolkata enters English palates (and hopefully lexicon). Perhaps Londonistanis can compare notes and serve a few new pointers as well.

So what’s on the menu? Horn OK Please has been proudly serving dosa
and chaat since 2011; along with the classic Indian soft drinks like
Thums Up and Frooty that both delight the uninitiated and make long-time
fans come over all nostalgic. Rava, rice, and mung dosas, bhel puri,
pani puri, aloo tikki and samosa chaat form the core of a menu that’s
won them a legion of hardcore supporters.

When it comes to influences, Angus Denoon of The Everybody Love Love
Jhal Muri Express
draws his from Kolkata’s culinary artisans. He learned
his finely-honed craft in that city, observing and absorbing. Angus
might be an Africa-born, British bloke; but, as many delighted customers
insist, his heart is Indian. As are his tools, and the gloriously gaudy
signs he commissions from his Bengal-based signwriter.
All that would count for little were his food not also authentic. His
chaat captures the streetfood spirit; freestyling, applying andaz,
ever-evolving. Signature jhal muri is shaken into newspaper cones,
puchkas are piled onto palm leaf plates, deep cups of ghughi dal feature
a layer of crispy muri, chewy coconut chunks and a thick thatch of sev.



Outside the capital, England is enjoying Indian street food fresh
from the Rajah Grill – ‘Urban Rajah’ Ivor Peters’ roving pop-up project.
Manchester has Aarti Ormsby’s Chaat Cart; Birmingham the Keralite
Pop-Up Dosa; and Leeds the unstoppable, award-winning Manjit’s Kitchen,
whose legendary Chilli Paneer Wrap now merely needs referencing by
acronym.

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1857

A piece of shared history between Hindus, Sikhs and Muslims.

The
relics are of Indian soldiers from the 26th Native Infantry Regiment
deployed at Mian Mir, near Lahore, in 1857 which had mutinied after the
Revolt of 1857
began. On July 30, 1857 soldiers of the regiment under the leadership
of Parkash Pandy killed a British major and a sergeant major and headed
towards Ajnala town where they were overpowered and arrested by a large
British contingent.

Around 200 soldiers were put in a cage-like
room in Ajnala where they died of asphyxiation while the remaining 282
were shot and their bodies were dragged and thrown in the well which
later came to be known as Kalian Wala Khu (well of blacks). Later the
local gurdwara management changed its name to Shaheedan Wala Khu.

Sarkaria said if
government didn’t provide them sufficient land for raising memorial,
they would keep the relics in the gurdwara precincts till they gathered
enough money to buy the land and erect a memorial. After that they would
cremate the relics and immerse the ashes in Goindwal Sahib and
Haridwar.

Apart from the remains 70 coins from 1830 —
1835, two British medals, three gold balls and an amulet were recovered
during the excavation by the Gurdwara management, local volunteers and
historians without government support. 
                                                                        
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Real life lesson (how to be a communication expert)

As they say it is never pretty to watch (and learn) how a pizza (or sausage) is made but the process is highly instructive. 

Alternatively you can hang on to simple morals: be nice to people as you go up (and stay at the top), they will be nice to you as you come down.

Mekota said this is how Blazek
responded to her request to connect on LinkedIn:

“We have never met. We have never
worked together. You are quite young and green on how business connections work
with senior professionals. Apparently you have heard that I produce a Job Bank,
and decided it would be stunningly helpful for your career prospects if I
shared my 960+ LinkedIn connections with you – a total stranger who has nothing
to offer me.

“Your
invite to connect is inappropriate, beneficial only to you, and tacky,”
the email continued. “Wow, I cannot
wait to let every 25-year-old jobseeker mine my top-tier marketing connections
to help them land a job. Love the sense
of entitlement in your generation.
And therefore I enjoy denying your
invite, and giving you the dreaded ‘I Don’t Know’ [scribbled-out name] because
it’s the truth.

“Oh,
and about your request to actually receive my Job Bank along with the 7,300
other subscribers to my service? That’s denied, too. I suggest you join the
other Job Bank in town. Oh wait – there isn’t one.” The email ends with
“Don’t ever write me again.”

 Blazek, a self-described “Job Bank Mother” was named “2013 Communicator of the Year” by the Cleveland Chapter of the the International Association of Business Communicators for her work
compiling job openings in the marketing, public relations, digital
communications, media, journalism, graphics, and nonprofit management
positions throughout Northeast Ohio.

Hours after the emails went viral via Twitter shares, Facebook posts and
emails, Blazek issued her own statement saying: “I am very sorry to the
people I have hurt.”

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Exotic food

In Bengali there is a saying: with enough money you can buy tiger’s milk. In China you can probably have a taste of tiger flesh (and rhino and elephant and…).

In Nigeria apparently you can carry out your indulgences a bit further than that. It seems there are literally no boundaries, food without borders so to speak. Bon appetit!!

A tip-off led police to the macabre discovery in Anambra, Nigeria,
with 11 people being arrested and AK-47 guns and other weapons being
seized. Human flesh was apparently being sold as an expensive
treat at the restaurant, with authorities saying that roasted human head
was even on the menu.

“I went to the hotel early this year, after
eating, I was told that a lump of meat was being sold at N700, I was
surprised,” a pastor who had visited the eatery said.

“So I did not know it was human meat that I ate at such expensive price.
“What
is this country turning into? Can you imagine people selling human
flesh as meat,” he added. “Seriously I’m beginning to fear people in
this part of the world. “

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Sava-asana at 7000 ft

Sanskrit for Hinduism (like Arabic for Islam) is dev-bhasha, the language used by denizens of heaven. Unlike Arabic though Sanskrit is a dying language here on earth. However, there is one silver lining- Sanskrit words are finding wide currency in the west as related to Yoga asanas (postures). Since the denizens of the west are very sincere (and are happy to mix earthy commercialism with spiritual advancement), they will learn all the correct words (and hopefully the proper pronunciation as well). Yay!!!

You could be forgiven for dismissing
ski yoga as the latest gimmick for people with more money than sense (and there
are certainly plenty of those here).

Holidays that combine skiing and yoga
classes are nothing new, but doing yoga on skis takes the concept a step
further. The Swiss yoga piste, also
known as the chill-out slope, was dreamed up by Sabrina Nussbaum, a local ski
instructor and yoga teacher.
She noticed that her fellow ski instructors
were taking up yoga after suffering knee and back injuries, and thought that
everyone could benefit from skiing in a more “yogic” way.

Sabrina has selected four particularly
scenic sites at which to do eight
asanas (yoga postures). The slope is a red run and the sites themselves are
off-piste, so beginners would struggle to reach them, but really the postures
can be done anywhere on the mountain. You can pick up a “Yoga on
Snow” leaflet at the surrounding ski lifts and follow the routine for
free.

We
started, appropriately, with a
tadasana (mountain pose).
I
dropped my poles, stood up straight and closed my eyes. Sabrina told me to
relax my feet and be aware of the mountain beneath them. It may have been the
fresh air and sunshine, or the altitude, but I immediately felt relaxed and
happy. After each pose, we skied for a while, applying the principles of the
asana to the skiing…..We stopped on top of an easy run to work on prana, or life force. This involved covering my ears and concentrating on my breathing. We
skied down with our ears still covered, focusing on breathing calmly – quite
difficult when you can’t hear other skiers whizzing up behind you.

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Brown Pundits