Secrets of human body

Apply all your might but your fingers would not listen to you
(Secrets of human body)
Try this---
Embrace the fingers of both your hands in cross hands position as if you are doing a prayer. Now take out only the forefingers of both the hands stretching them backwards and hold them with their tips facing each other slightly bent with the remaining three fingers of both the hands clasped with each other as it is.
You should not allow these forefingers to touch each other and maintain a gap of approximately 1cm between them.
They will get attracted towards each other and start moving immediately which you have to stop. The rule of the game is that you can hold them at a position but cannot withdraw them back. Try to hold as long as possible.
You will not be able to hold them for more than a minute. Soon you will see that they join each other in spite of all your efforts to stop it. Even the world’s strongest men cannot do it.
It looks easy isn’t it ? But it’s not.
There are some muscles in our body which are involuntary on which we do not have any control. like the ones which control the movements of heart, the ones with which you sneeze and so on, while there are some in our hands which although are in our control but only for a limited time as they get tired very soon after which we start losing our control on them.

Tea Break

Tea Break

It was during one of the tea break while on a short course that a gossiping session was on during which after sharing some jokes the topic converged to sher shaiyeri (Lyrics and poetry). There were some officers who were fond of urdu and had a bit of knowledge on the subject so resorted to this subject with interest. With this some got bored as were finding it difficult to assimilate the words. To poke in the discussion one of our coursemate, DK started off with the following,

“Kuttey ki poonch pe kutta,
uski poonch pe kutta,
uski poonch pe kutta,
uski poonch pe kutta---------“
(A dog on a dog’s tail, another dog on his tail, another dog on his tail, yet another dog on his tail----------)
Hearing this Khurana lost patience as was getting impatient to hear the outcome hence interrupted,
“Hey what are you babbling? Do such talks at our level look nice to be discussed in the company of matured people?”
He was immediately replied by DK,

“Woh chod balance dekh” (Leave that see the balance)

Everyone burst out laughing.

DK continued further caring for Khurana’s sentiments,
“OK for your sake I will narrate another one as per your maturity level”
He continued,

“Woh gayee kabhi Delhi, kabhi Bombay,
Kabhi Calcutta, kabhi London,
Phir Canada , phir Moscow.
Palak jhapktey aa gaya Bangalore
Mera dil bhi gaya saath mein uske,
kabhi idhar, kabhi udhar
Pata nahin kidhar kidhar“
(She at times went to Delhi, at times to Bombay,
At times to Calcutta, at times to London,
Then to Canada, then to Moscow,
With a wink came Bangalore,
My heart also went along with her,
Sometimes here, sometimes there
I don’t know where)

Initially Khurana thought that he is describing some of his airhostess girlfriend with whom he is in love but when he realised that the words are going haywire he asked him,

"Then what happened to your Dil (Heart)?”

DK answered immediately,

“Woh chod speed dekh”
(Leave that notice the speed)

The high cost saved me

THE HIGH COST SAVED ME

Once I had an opportunity to visit the famous ‘Taj Mahal Palace Hotel’ in Mumbai just opposite to the Gateway of India. Impressed by the shopping arcade inside the hotel I decided to have a look at the beautiful showrooms around its periphery on the ground floor. Various famous trade marks had their individual showrooms in which they had displayed best of their items making it appear more like a museum. Since I was fond of pens I entered one of the showroom of ‘Mont Blanc’. Each pen was displayed like a jewellery with focussed lighting on it to attract the customer. The price tags were displayed in sparkling steel numerals. I decided to purchase one of the selected pens whose cost was displayed as Rs 1574.00 which appeared quite reasonable commensurate to its quality. I ordered the person standing there to pack it handing over my credit card for the payment while I continued watching the other pens.

After sometime he came back to me saying that the credit card is not able to pay the amount as has limits of payment upto Rs 1.5 Lacs only.

“So what’s the matter there is enough money in it?” I asked him curiously.

“No sir the cost of the pen is exceeding the amount?”he replied.

“How?”I tried to clarify from him.

“Sir because the cost is Rs one lac fifty seven thousand and four hundred only which is seven thousand four hundred more than what your credit card allows.”

It was then I realised that the cost of the pen is Rs 157400 and there is no decimal before the two zeros indicating the paisas.

Oh God! the high cost saved me today otherwise I would have lost about Rs 1.5 lac had the cost been Rs 1.5 lac or below.

Later I realised that there were pens displayed for Rs 15 Lacs also which I had assumed for Rs 15000/- The high cost of the pen had saved me.

After coming out from the hotel the world appeared so cheap.

Foreign Direct Investment-- Meaning,merits and demerits

FDI
FDI or Foreign Direct investment as we read in the news papers today is
Putting the money of your country in a company which is functioning in some other country.
If we invest this way then we are ‘Foreign Direct Investor’

Advantages

1 We can influence the management of the company being a part of its shareholder.

2 Helps in spurring the development of a nation as we can gain a greater foothold in the world economy by getting access to a wider global market

3 It can introduce world-level technology and technical know-how and processes

4 As FDI brings in advances in technology and processes, it increases the competition in the domestic economy of the developing country, which has attracted the FDI. Other companies will also have to improve their processes and products in order to stay competitive in the market. Hence it will improve quality of a products and processes in a particular sector.

5 The training and skills up gradation can enhance the value of the human resources.

6 Access to a larger market in the host country.

7 Ability to tap the potential of a cheap and skilled labour, making use of resources in the host country.

8 Pursuing growth goals by diversification and optimising costs.

Disadvantages

1 The economically backward section of the host country is always inconvenienced when the stream of foreign direct investment is negatively affected.

2 The host country has to limit the extent of impact that may be made by the foreign direct investment. They have to make sure that the entities that are making the foreign direct investment in their country adhere to the environmental, governance and social regulations that have been laid down in their country lest they may be affected causing the deterioration of their working system.

3 The national secret of the host country gets affected as there may be lot of things which are not meant to be disclosed to the rest of the world. This may result to be a serious security hazard to the defence of the host country.

4 The foreign policies involved in the FDI may not be liked by the workers of host country.

5 It results into loss to the countries who want to invest on their own as they are deprived of that opportunity due to competition.

6 High travel and communications expenses occur.

7 The language and cultural barrier may pose problems between the investor and the host country.

8 It may be possible that a company may lose out on its ownership to an investor company. FULL ESSAY

The Donkey Ride

THE DONKEY RIDE

It was considered to be one of the warmest place in Punjab when my Father was posted at Bathinda in 1975 after we had just moved in from Amritsar. The area was undeveloped and mostly desert with sand all around. The city was under development at that time hence was scarcely populated. It had two huge towers of Thermal power plant due to which the city had gained its importance. I was a  9 year old kid and a student of St Joseph’s Convent school located about three kms from my house. I commuted to and fro on my bicycle with my friends through a short cut route by passing the main road to avoid traffic.

My friends accompanied me while on my way to school. By the time I reached the school 4 to 5 of my friends would have joined me by then. We all locked our cycles together at the cycle stand before going to classes so that we return together and  follow the same routine during our return journey.

On our way to school Javed, his brother, khalid and Shankar would join me at the power house road. Dinesh also would accompany us at times. So we were generally five of us in our group who developed intimacy with each other with passage of time. Apart from sharing our school note books, comics and the story books we also went for the outings on picnics and shared adventure with each other.

 On the outskirts of the city was the barren land and forest area where we often ventured out for a small game with my air gun and catapults with us. We even cooked the bird game in the fields by placing it over a tripod made by joining three thick wooden sticks together and lighting fire underneath to roast the hunted dove and pigeons. The feast was then shared by all of us which we relished after sprinkling salt, pepper and lemon on it. Shankar would keep himself away from the tasting part as was a veggie but took active part in hunting for fun.

We did stunts like jumping from trees holding a bed sheet from a height of about 10 feet on  sandy ground using it as a parachute to descend down experiencing the thrill of floating in air for a few seconds. Though it was a bit risky but the act added to our fun. Such acts were a routine for us in our day to day adventures.

One day Khalid and I were pedalling on our bikes when we saw four donkeys with reins hanging on from their heads. Khalid stopped and asked me to help him take a donkey aside under a shade of a tree with the reins. I helped him and when the animal quietly walked with us a new thought struck his mind.

“I will now mount on him and have a ride”, said Khalid.

“Are you mad he will kick so hard that you will loose all your senses”, I adviced him discouraging in doing the act.

“No! No! I have done it before at Bangalore and believe me it is going to be a great fun, you hold the reins while I mount on him” said Khalid emphatically which intrigued me also  from his confidence. Fearing the kick of the animal I  approached it from the side so that even if it kicked it would be in the direction either to the front or the rear  making me safe in both the cases.

“Don’t worry he is not a cow that he will kick you in front as donkeys and horses always kick at the back”, said Khalid again.

As I caught hold of the donkey’s leash and Khalid was about to mount from the side keeping his left hand on my right shoulder for  support to mount its back the donkey got panicky and suddenly jumped ahead to save himself from the load. Khalid fell flat on his bums on the ground cursing me that I had left the reins of the donkey.

“What could I do? By the time I could tighten the grip of my hand he just vanished with a jerk for which I was not prepared,” I clarified  to him and agreed to his point to tighten the grip next time.

“We will not leave that donkey and I will show you how to take a ride,” said Khalid getting up in anguish cleaning the backside of his trousers with both his hands.

We came back to his house and the matter was discussed with Javed who was actually my classmate and elder brother of Khalid. After hearing the incident he said advising Khalid,

“We should be careful next time and catch the way we did it at Bangalore”

“Yeah” replied Khalid.

“Then we have to get those ropes, the big and a small one,” said the experienced  Javed to his younger brother with me on the listening watch.

“We have it in our court yard,” said Khalid excitingly and he wasted not a second to get it.

We were now three of us on the task; To catch a donkey and then to take a ride on it. There were two tasks and not any one of it was simple. First to chase the animal and catch it and second to mount on it and take the ride.

Javed explained that after locating a donkey two of us would hold the longer rope from its either ends and run towards him forcing him to reach a corner having two sides blocked and the third side will be blocked by us with the rope resulting him to be trapped in between the three sides of a triangle. As soon as he gets trapped between the three sides, the loop made of the smaller rope will be put in one of his front leg quickly by the third person and it will be immediately lifted up so that his balance is only on his remaining three legs on the ground as a result of which he will not be able to jump or kick as would lose balance on his two remaining legs if he plans to kick with the third leg.  It was a deeply thought of and logical plan which seemed to have emerged after a lot of experience of my expert friends.

The first task of chasing and bringing the animal to the nearest available corner available in situ was a difficult one as it involved a lot of running and chasing the animal while the second task was of courage since involved risk of getting hurt if not acted swiftly with confidence.

The target was soon located chewing the cud like a cow in a nearby field; a lovely looking donkey of pure white colour and medium height till our chest levels. He had long beautiful ears which he raised and lowered time and again moving his tail simultaneously to shoo away the flies. He was looking down towards the field where he was grazing. We located a corner with a wall of the house as one side and a fence at right angles to it  the other making a perfect place where he was to be trapped.

I and khalid held the long rope from its ends which was about 3m long and quietly lifted it up at just about one feet from the ground. On getting the signal from Javed we started approaching him quietly from his rear so that were out of his sight lest he runs away. We were about 10 m from him when Khalid indicated with a jerk in the rope to raise it further up at two feet and run towards the animal. I did as was told and we sprinted towards him. Sensing from the sound of the disturbed grass created due to our sprint he understood that something is wrong and as a result he also sprinted ahead. His two leaps took him about 10 more metres away from us and we chased and chased till we were tired. The first plan failed.

We waited for him to stop which he did and we were again on the task. He also enjoyed playing with us and would stop after two leaps, waited for us to come near him and again leaped forward as we approached him. He made us sweat and we were dead tired within a few minutes.

Javed called and told us to wait for some more time. The next move was not to chase him but to collect some grass hold it in hand  and then lure him. We soon collected a bunch of it to present the bouquet to our friend. I took the grass and approached the donkey alone. Surprisingly he did not run, first because it was a friendship gesture, secondly he was hungry and preferred a ready made meal thirdly, he was sure that there was no rope with me to catch him and lastly that I was all alone. As I approached him he gazed with his attractive eyes into mine giving an innocent look.  I offered the bunch of grass to him. As he brought his mouth forward to get hold of the grass with his eyes focussed on me Khalid shouted,

“Catch hold of his ears”

“Shut up! I cannot do this he has approached me with a gesture of friendship how can I betray him. It would amount to cheating and be an abuse to the trust of a human being. We can resort to it later”

I replied to Khalid and continued feeding him gently caressing his forehead with smooth fur on it. My hand strokes went downwards unlike in xase of a dog where it is  the other way round.

Khalid had tried to use me as a bait with a bunch of grass to attract that beautiful donkey but it failed due to the trust which I maintained between me and that animal. It made me forget that I was to catch him. As a result of my inaction to hold his ears Khalid started to advance slowly towards me so that he comes within the range to hold that  donkey. The donkey however sensed his motive and immediately pulled the grass from my hand  jumped and ran away some distance  After taking a few steps he looked at Khalid and brayed,

“Dhaaaaaaaaaanchhooooooooooooooo” and galloped few leaps ahead indicating that he is smarter than us.

We were tired now and it was for sure that this Mr Smarty is not going to be our game for the day. Javed then pointed to another donkey who stood at the same place where Smarty was there initially. Khalid now gestured me to start over again and give a fresh try.

Inspite of being so tired I  again started off to achieve the expected  result as we had already wasted two hours. We chased him similarly but this time we brought him to the trap since he got confused where to go. This time the the animal behaved like a true donkey. Making use of the situation Javed made a lightening move and got hold of his left forelimb. He raised it in his right hand to about one feet from the ground bringing the weight on his three legs after which he did not budge. The small rope was immediately tied to his forelimb and held tight by Javed . At this juncture Khalid attempted to mount from the side but could not as the donkey was able to place his foot on to the ground since the rope loosened from Javed’s hand but was immediately pulled up as I joined Javed in pulling it back again.

Khalid now attempted mounting from the rear and managed to sit on it with a jump. He adjusted his position slightly towards the rear on the donkey.

After sitting and securing his position holding the donkey firmly by its fur on the neck he asked Javed to leave the small rope.. As soon as Javed left the rope the donkey jumped and started to gallop. Khalid was on it and must have enjoyed those three leaps after which he carefully slipped back getting down from his rear but slipped while landing on the ground falling on the loose mud. He was luckily not hurt but had his quota of enjoyment for the day. Watching him thrilled I also got inspired for having the next the donkey ride.

Next time I took the ride but my heart skipped the beat  when I took the first solo leap with him. After the second leap I carefully slid down from his rear side fortunate enough not to get a kick from his back side. I learnt it later that horses and donkeys are to be mounted and dismounted from the sides. The donkey was kind enough to all of us for not kicking us from his back.

This new sport spread like a wildfire in our group and it became a routine affair thereafter to have the donkey ride. We soon became experts in catching them and having a solo ride thereafter.

One fine day we took our friend Shankar with us to get him the ride as he also had expressed his desire to experience the same after listening to our adventure stories which we narrated in the school. We started the same exercise. Shankar had just brought his brand new cycle with him that day. The teams were divided into two groups comprising two of us in each including the ropes. Javed held the smaller rope.

We chased a donkey who somehow went towards the market side this time but we followed him to divert his move towards the trap. While he was being chased by us he took a turn from the other side astride the main road where a turban dyer shop was located. The turbans were spread in the open and its ends were tied to the trees for drying them  up in sun after dyeing.There were number of them placed adjacent to each other. The donkey was on the chase by our two teams and finding no other way to escape he turned towards the area where the turbans were hung for drying. Having no other option to escape anywhere else he went right through them tearing them one after the other in despair. I could see him running ahead thereafter from in between the torn turbans. It appeared as if some missile went past straight through all the turbans as the objects at the other end were visible through the torn coloured turbans.

Seeing the turbans tear into pieces the shopkeeper first looked towards them as if was watching some action movie but after coming to his senses and realising that the turbans belonged to his customers he ran after the donkey with a stick to shoo him away. It was too late as the animal was already hundreds of yards away from him by then. He looked at us holding the ropes in our hands and understood the complete story within a fraction of a second. He ran towards us and gave us a good chase. Since he was too fast he caught hold of Shankar and started abusing him in punjabi of which Shankar could not make a head or tail of it. He confiscated his new bicycle and asked him  to call his Father to whom he would return the bicycle after taking the cost of damages incurred. Shankar was shocked and very depressed. He pleaded to the shopkeeper time and again to return his brand new cycle but all in vain. Shankar did not cry but returned to the next crossing where we all were waiting for him. As he narrated the whole incident we all became very tense.

How much money do you have in your pocket?” asked Javed from me.

“Five rupees” I said.

“And you?” he asked Shankar

“Three” replied Shankar

“What about you Khalid?”

“I just have fifty paise left” said Khalid

“And I have about eight rupees, which makes it to a total of Rs 16 and paise fifty” said Javed.

“How much does a turban cost? Javed asked me.

“Hey! I have not yet started to tie it nor have any idea of its cost” I replied.

Nobody amongst us had any idea of the cost of  a turban. Our young minds were under the impression that we would be able to reach the cost price by our collection and resolve the matter at our level to get Shankar’s bike released from the shopkeeper. Everyone feared that if the matter reached our parents we surely would land up in a serious problem.

Shankar was the most tensed as his property was confiscated and hesitated to go back home. It was getting dark and our playtime was also coming to an end so was Shankar’s patience. Not being able to hold on any longer he said,

“Lets go to the shopkeeper and ask him the cost”

“Are you mad he only has your bicycle and if we go to him he will keep one of us as security and create a ruckus, maybe he may report to police to get his money,” said Khalid discouraging his idea to be implemented.

“Yes we should not go now,” added Javed to his statement

“Ok then we should go to some other shop and ask the cost of turban,” I put forward my advice to them.

My advice was accepted and we proceeded to another shop. When we came to know the actual cost of a new turban we all were shocked as it turned out to be about Rs 150/- each. We were not knowing how many of them were torn by our friend; the donkey. Even if we calculate for three of them it would be a minimum of Rs 450/- and we were planning to sort the matter out with just Rs 16 and paise fifty only. So there was no point hiding the fact any longer and we adviced Shankar to narrate the whole story to his Dad. We also suggested him to add in his narration that the donkey went on his own and we did not have any role in it to be on the safer side. Shanker with great fear and hesitation had no choice but to agree. With great difficulty we persuaded him to move towards his house without his bicycle.

We all waited at a distance from his house as were not interested in sharing the gifts he was expected to receive from his Dad. After some time we saw Shankar coming out of his house along with his Dad hurriedly. They both went on a scooter and we followed them from a distance. They reached the spot where his bicycle was parked near the turban dyeing shop. His Father went to the owner and was having a chitchat with him which slowly turnout to be heated conversation. The discussion was loud and we clearly heard the shopkeeper conversing in punjabi blaming us all for forcing the donkey to run through the turbans converting them into bits and pieces of rags.

“What do I do with these and what reply do I give to my customers when they come to collect their turbans from me” pleaded the shopkeeper to Shanker’s father.

“But the donkey ran on his own so why do you blame the children?”argued his Dad with him.

“Sir! Do you think I am so mean that I would confiscate their bicycle for it if they were not to be blamed. You please ask your son and his friends who were with him. They all were having a fun game playing with the donkeys chasing them” replied the shopkeeper to his father truthfully.

His Dad looked at Shankar and understood the case.

“Are you sure that it was their fault?” asked Shanker’s father to the shopkeeper for the last time in his south Indian accent.

“Sir I do not have any proof except asking the donkey as kids will not agree being scared of thrashing. You may ask the donkey if you so desire” the shopkeeper said with a smile.

Shanker’s Dad looked at the donkey wondering how he could have torn the turbans while we looked at his next reaction.

The donkey meanwhile brayed again and ran away from there indicating to Shanker’s father that what the shopkeeper is saying is pure truth and nothing else so he should pay the bill and finish off the matter.

Probably Shanker’s father received his message and asked the shopkeeper

“How much is the damage?”

“Sir the donkey has torn four turbans but since they were not new ones I’ll ask for only three hundred rupees.”

His father immediately gave three currency notes of Rs 100/- each from his purse and handed them over to him.

We saw Shanker holding his bicycle with a sense of relief on his face. He was happy and quietly pedalled his new bike following his Father on scooter while they proceeded towards their house. We also followed him to console him and say sorry for the inconvenience caused. We stopped about hundred metres from his house and soon after 10 minutes Shanker came out after locking his bicycle in his house.

We all met him as fans meet their favourite film star for getting the autographs. He narrated the conversation of his Dad with the shopkeeper word by word while we listened to him with raised eyebrows. After he finished I said on behalf of all of us,

“Now we will not play such games as it has led to so much of loss.”

“Next time we will not carry our bicycles if we have to resort to such adventures” said Khalid while we all looked at him.

From Romeo to Juliet via Laila, Majnu, Shree and Farhaad.

From Romeo to Juliet via Laila,Majnu, Shree and Farhaad

Just by your presence You made those moments of my life so joyful

Without speaking a word You made it so fruitful

Without any food in my mouth

You made it so tasteful

The time went off so fast
That in no time it was just the past

Which I tried to hold it tight
Applying all my might

But it slipped and slipped and slipped
And I could do nothing

But I held the thoughts from going away
Those beautiful ones
Which I cherish them even today

Remembering them again and again and again
I wrote them in my book to preserve them
To remind you of the times when you have a look at them

I also placed them safe in my website, on my blog,
So that you do not have to slog

When tired from the book if you are not in a mood
I placed them in my mind, in my heart and in my soul

To keep them safe and available
So whenever you wish to recall them
Just touch my mind, my heart or my soul
You’ll see that you need not refer to anything else in the world

No turning of pages, no fingering of keypad, no writing with pen
They will come to your mind as and then
As you had left them

Just keep refreshing it as you do on your computer
To refresh a file
But just remember, I am not a file
But a person who had shared with you
Those beautiful moments for quite a while

Its a thought now, a history and will ever remain the same
For its a dream when we meet again
At the same place, at the same time,
With the same face and the same name
Our hearts will definitely chime

If ever the history repeats itself maybe some day
When the sun rises from the west to set in the east
Say it to her that we may not be same
What we were then

But our thoughts are still the same at least
The moment we meet
In thoughts so sweet
Before we go to sleep

Mingling of Slogans

Mingling of Slogans
We had to connect two freshly cut roads between two adjacent hills directly by constructing a Bailey Bridge between them while I was posted in BRO somewhere in 1995. It was a remote location ahead of another remote place called ‘Pongchau’ in Arunachal Pradesh . After the construction of abutments was completed on which the bridge was finally to be rested we started to construct the bridge. Constructing it was not as simple as we do it in sapper courses under strict guidance of experts as the same was to be constructed by illiterate labour who were not conversant with any common language known to us for acting as a lingua franca. They were from the tribes who followed the jungle rule. The only person who could make them understand of what is to be done was their own mate. I had only a JCO(junior commissioned officer) with me who with some difficulty was able to converse with that mate to make him understand what is to be done.
We first created a backspace by cutting the home side hill for days together with a bulldozer where the counterweight of the bridge was planned to be kept. For executing the job I would first pass the instructions s to the JCO, which he would pass it on to the mate and who would finally translate it to his work force after which the work was actually executed on ground.
They termed the Bailey panel as’ Khey’, lifting the panel on to their forearms as’ eeee’ and pushing it as ‘OOOOO’ of what I understood. They initially had problems of handling such a heavy load but after a few hours they grasped the technique which we take 6 months to do in our YOs course. It took me 3 days to make half of the bridge as we kept on joining the panels and pushing it ahead on the rollers so that the 110 feet long bridge would get completed some day. We would work for 2 hrs at a stretch doing Khey, eeeeee, oooooooo and would then rest a while in which they had fried crabs which they ate with a pinch of salt while we had our tea made in situ. This carried on till such time that the day finally came when I had planned to land the nose of the bridge on the rollers at the far bank side abutment. They did not know the significance of the nose of the bridge for first two days but when the bridge was about to land on the rollers on the far bank side it was a great excitement for them and sense of satisfaction for me. I only feared that there should be no mistake in deciding the counterweight in the restricted space or else the bridge could fall down 100 feet below into the gorge. That day I prayed and finally passed orders after carrying out all my safety checks saying,
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Ahead went the bridge along with my heart and with a thump it landed on the far bank roller saving my heart from sinking down.
Everyone jumped around as it was a great achievement especially for them. In the excitement I being a Bengal Sapper shouted the sikh slogan at the top of my voice,
“Boleeeeeeeeee Soooooooooooo Nihaaaaaaaaaaaal!”
My ears expecting to hear “Satsriiii akaaaaaal” instead heard
“KI JAI” in a loud voice which shaked the valley. It was a reflex action on excitement on which I was tuned to in the unit hence not my fault.
I did a tenure as a OC of a Park in MES at Allahabad in UP where we had Mandir Puja every Monday ending with the OC shouting the Hindu slogan (as per the old traditions going on there)
“Bajrang Bali Ki-------------“
followed by the troops replying in chorus ----------------“JAI”
My ears would not have been surprised if they had heard “Satsriiiiiiiiakal” instead of “JAI” this time as they already had such an experience.