A Pretty Selfish One… Mostly about me and my life and my things that I think and feel about… That is about it! Ra. *¼ EGOTISTICAL DISCLAIMER* View@atleast 1280 X 1024 and it shan't overlap!!!
After having searched far and wide for a possible treatment for a long and persistent Leukoplakia, having consulted several doctors, I finally found a “Jyoti” Shiv Ram “URWASTI” (one man) at
‘Yog Ayurveda House, Vashishth, Manali’ (http://YogAyurVedaHouse.wixsite.com/YogAyurVedaHouse and https://www.facebook.com/YogAyurVedaHouse) through Internet and he took my case up saying that he will cure me through a combination of
“Naturopathy, ‘Herbology’ (whatever that means) and English medicines”.
(WhatsApp text and voice messages are available at http://www.bit.ly/JyotiShiv420)
I have a long-lost relationship with Himachal Pradesh dating back to the time when my grandfather, Late Pt. Bhagwat Dayal Sharma (with whom I spent my life till the age of 17) was the President of All India Trade Union Congress for Himachal Pradesh, as well. On division of the state, he went on to become the Chief Minister of Haryana and I thought that this would be a great opportunity to revive those ties with the land by living in Himachal Pradesh for 2-4-6 months and breathing in the pure air and all that that accompanies the Godly‑land.
We contacted a Mr. __ Sharma of Naggar to suggest a trek and to lead us / arrange for a trek. Upon his suggestion (?), we decided to trek to the glacier, Bada Shingdi.
He agreed to the same for a per person cost of Rs. 50,000 for the trek that was to, ideally, last __ days.
We (8 people) reached his resort at Naggar on _ at _ and were accommodated in cottages / suites.
We were told that the main guide, Mr. Negi and his team of porters along with the hardware shall meet us at __.
b. At the very beginning of the planning of the trip, we were told to not carry any of our own gear except for personal effects as everything else, viz.
Tents
ii. Sleeping bags
iii. Crampons, if needed
iv. Stoves, fuel, cookware, provisions and groceries.
Sangla has the MOST inaccurate weather data of all the places that I have checked. The government Mausam.IMD website is the worst and shows -33° C, currently! Predictions going wrong is okay; but, actual temperature being so off? Unpardonable, in today’s world, when a full-blown home weather station is available for less than 30,000 INR and a cheap one for 300!
The dilemma!The motivation!A breakfast of a quarter Bao, chana jor, boiled potato and milk with jaggery! Of course, a little #NicotineForBreakfast is mandatory, no?
As Freddy Mercury said in ‘Living On My Own’, “It’s not easy!”
Cooking heartfelt and healthful meals for self, someone once said, “Is so challenging!” It is definitely not easy when the reward of such a meal is mere nourishment of the narcissistically challenged self.
Just!The art of overstepping boundaries and overdoing things for oneself with utter disregard to others’ feelings, facts, fellings and Fkucardoos!Aaaaah, the shenanigans of taking a photo, mandatorily!
But, then, there are days when sickness just saps your energy in a few minutes of you being #FullOfIt!30 minute, scrambled effort, demolished chicken-vegetables-omelette!
25 years ago, this was MY song-to-go! Played on guitar by Dr. Navven Kotwal amd keyboards by me. Now, at 47, this sounds the MOST PATHETIC song, E.V.E.R.! How times and people change! #UsSelfishBeings!
What a strong and determined woman! Must do everything that men do to validate my pathetic existence. ऐसा कोई काम नहीं है जो पुरुष करते हैं और महिलायें नहीं कर सकती और अगर वो करना नहीं चाहती, उस स्साली को इतना शर्मिन्दा करो की- “कर, तू भी कर! कमज़ोर है क्या?” उसकी अपनी ख़ूबियों और ख़ासियतों को धत्ता बताते हुए shame her into being a better man than men actually are!
Owe! तू पैषे-पैषे कल्टी है, पन, तू लल्ने से तू डल्ती है!!!
I took a #GhatWalk of sorts, last night and was amazed by the 5-800 year old buildings. The ghats that get submerged by 50 metres of river, every monsoon that only their tops, sometimes, are barely visible! Photos were not taken due to lighting but I intend to start this day with a #KachoriWalk and eating an apple with my #KershawBlur!
All pockets emptied before entering the #VishvanathTemple
20th. #शैन_आरती! Inarguably, the MOST MOVING experience of my entire religious life! Thousands of people singing That Arati with such a gusto and highest level of energy that it gave me literal goosebumps!
Alternate title:- हरी-भरी ग़लतफ़हमियों के उज्जाड़ जंगल में जीने का अपना ही मज़ा है!
On a most heartily extended invitation by Shri Amulya Ji, I decided to visit him in Varanasi, pretty impulsively.
The Vande Bharat train is excellent except of the shitty toilets that #UsIndians specialize in making out of the most well kept ones.
“They”, a cuddlesome couple, were at 4 o’ clock to my seat.
As is my wont, I had my apples quartered and deseeded using my #KershawBlur, in 4 installments. Unbeknownst to me, I was being watched.
On arrival at the destination, the usual Indian practice of jostling towards the exit started and “they” and I were the last ones to get off.
I smiled at them and commented on an excellent day as my -four figure had transformed into a +four figured profit in the last 2 minutes of the train approaching its final halt. He, in turn, commented on my “very cool knife!”
She, a most pretty one with doe-like inquisitive eyes, inquired about its legality and I informed of the 6″ limit on blades that my blade falls into. He, the issssmaarrt one HAD to exclaim, “6 inches, exactly what she likes”, much to her annoyed embarrassment.
“If you think that a 3 inch or a 6 inch blade-length matters, my boy, you need pretty deep lessons in life and otherwise because it is not the length of the blade that matters but how you use it!”
He went, “Yaa, yaa. True, that, Bro!”
She went a scarlet pink with her eyes glowing like two 34.5 watt bulbs accompanied with the most coquettish look! That look of hers didn’t leave me for the next minute or so as we deboarded and I adjusted my two bags.
Yes! I could have stolen a girl in the train because of my knife but I didn’t know how!
It was a stormy and rainy day in Delhi at the Parliament house when our first Dobby’s was brung into our household on in 1972.
It is always a new, revealing story whenever I visit here.
A hound designated to die by submerging in boiling water, the first day, as were his 6 siblings, by his British master. Purchased into life by her father for a bribe of 10 Rs. to the killer. Circa 1922!
“In Chinese medicine, 2am is the most active time in the body for your liver. Its job is to process any toxins within the body and to make new cells. If you are waking at 2am, spiritually this could mean that you are not letting yourself process things that no longer serve you, like anxiety or emotions from past experiences.
This, in turn, does not let you grow and build anew.
Have a think about the things that you wish you could let go of. How much happier it would make you be free of those thoughts. It’s easy to say, “then just let them go!”
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Year 1: Amateur trader
Year 2-3-4: Work hard, mistakes, failures, early mornings, late nights, practice, experience
Is being generally miserable and perpetually offended a prerequisite of being a “””strong and independent””” woman of “””this type”””?
This is the world we are going to die in! Where #InventedOutrage is a valid way of life and is celebrated!
Trying to figure out why the lady from Mythbusters is so annoyed about a guy asking her a question, laughing at her joke, and then leaving her alone. pic.twitter.com/mx8LdzSG8X
Little did I realize that I shall embark upon the most hazardously memorable journey of my life, along with my husband and child, when I picked up my mobile phone on 7th March, 2022 to book tickets for Bangalore for my journey scheduled on 21st April 2022.
The grandchildren were my great buddies and we played S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and Fallout on 6 HUGE PCs. The son, “H” called me “Rahul BhaiyaJee” and I was a great counselor to his sibling, “A”, as well. I physically beat up their father due to his very sick and bad behaviour towards others on 3 separate occasions that I remember of and no one complained but complimented me; even SS was complicit and nodded after I was through, sometimes winking at me!
“H”, often told me that his father ruined his life Target Text as he never stopped him from doing all the drugs and alcohol. We had become very close buddies.
“A” was very sad and lonely and I told her of my views that this is the end of the world as we knew it and in these times finding and keeping love was well nigh impossible and she should come to terms with this sad reality and move on. Maybe, go to Goa and lead that “””fun-filled, aimless and really messed up””” life because passing time is pretty easy there. She told me, “I am not that type of person.” The conversation was not too long as I had a flight to AIIMS to catch where I had an appointment with the Great Dr. Shah Alam Khan but we did, in a way, connect better than before and, methinks that we are in love! I will know more on that on my return as, presently, I must leave for the airport to go to New Delhi. She kissed me auf Wiedersehen.
“A” looked like this, probably!
On our way to the airport one Secret Service Link Text chappie asked me that why I had to go to New Delhi when I could get the best of the treatment by any one of the President’s doctors, right here in Washington DC. I told him, no one could match Dr. Khan and I departed for Delhi!
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If you’ve ever wondered what cowboys would eat on the open range, you’ve come to the right place. Unlike the variety of foods prepared for both cowboys and non-cowboys to eat today, what cowboys were known to eat in the 1800s and early 1900s were generally categorized into three groups. I call them the staples, the extras and the treats.
After spring roundups, cowboys herded their cattle on the trail towards a midwestern railroad station where the cattle could be shipped to the Eastern markets of New York, Philadelphia or Boston. And, as cattle drives increased in the 1860s, cooks (or “cookies” as they were often known) experienced increasing difficulties in feeding the hungry mouths of the crews tending to all those cattle. That’s about the time when a Texas Ranger and rancher named Charles Goodnight invented the chuckwagon, and in 1866, partnered with rancher Oliver Loving to create the
Dear Haldiram, NEOrigins, BunnyCart, BlueTokai, Adil Quadri, Syska, Amazon, Bata and Flipkart (On Twitter), I write this to inform you that I shall not order anything from you until you use someone else other than the really pathetic DelhiVery as your logistics partner. This is the fourth delivery that has been messed up in the last 2 months.
I have to go 2 hours, one way, to collect my latest orders from Haldiram and Syska. If DelhiVery cannot deliver at a SPECIFIC Pin Code why do they accept the shipment! Last time, my live plants were roaming in and around Bangalore for 5 days, covering 50 kilometres. Before that, two Ertugrul hats crossed my house 4 times but the DelhiVeryman tells me that they don’t deliver there. Forget about it! I shall confirm with your customer support before placing an order and if DelhiVery is the deliverer, I shall not place the order. India Post delivers everywhere, by the way. Thanking you, Yours truly, Rahul Sharma.
A mongoose killed our 50 chickens and we cleaned them all to distribute to willing villagers. Hurt my heart to skin the Desi murgi with all that delicious fat but time was short. Tired, we discarded all the wings and feathers and all the shit-filled throat-sacs in a pit near our kitchen, 20 metres from my room.
I went pissing in the open as the toilet is one floor down.
I swung my penis जी to disperse the urine and on one swing my torch caught THEM! My urine immediately stopped, my eyes popped out and I could feel my heart in my throat with my chest as tight as a mouse’s asshole.
My heart is beating at 140 BPM. Barely 30 metres away, under an apple tree, looking at me, relishing the chicken innards, burning a hole in my soul, were the brightest, like Ambassador car headlight, two-two eyes of a panther or a leopard!
Thinking of moving to or retiring in Penang? This is how much it costs to live here.
It’s really no wonder why International Living ranked Penang as #6 in their roundup of the “10 Best Places to Retire Around the World in 2017.” Our friends keep asking me if they should retire here, so this is going to be the first in a series of stories about what it’s like to live in Penang and considerations to make before moving here – be sure to subscribe if you’d like to see more of these articles (scroll down and look for the “follow this blog via email” section on the right side of the page).
This fabulous urban island routinely ends up in retirement top 10 lists because of the vibrant multicultural festivals that happen just about every month, world-class food, modern amenities, natural beauty, ample nearby adventures…
The Constrictor Knot is a knot that should be in every boaters skill set. This knot can be used for emergency repairs and quick whipping on the end of a line to keep the line from unraveling until a permanent repair can be made. The Double Constrictor is a variation that clamps a bit harder. The Constrictor is a binding knot that is difficult to untie, many times it needs to be cut off. The Constrictor can be tied easily and quickly either right or left handed. A Single Constrictor is a variation of the Clove Hitch with a single overhand knot tucked from the outside to the center under the crossing wrap section.
#WeWereNeverAsked! Watching videos on YouTube and reading a lot on these and more on #RhodesianWar! What real men were those. The last #DogsOfWar, the last #GunsForHire. We are pussies! (#Pusillanimous)!
This is the only way that this “schedule” of deposits is accepted in Rajouri Garden Post office. Try to make it efficient and more legible by pasting all this in a spreadsheet and they throw it back. Bureaucracy is, indeed GOD!
I needed something to supplement my Buck 110 as taking it out of the sheath was a long drawn process and I had broken its tip by using it as a prying tool. #IAmThatIdiot. After much research, I settled on this and I have never regretted it, even once. This one is nearly perfect! Everyday, for the last 2 years, this knife has been used at least once a day. It leaves my 511 trousers only when they go for washing. Out of the box, all knives come sharp. All! This, however, is still pretty sharp even after having sliced through paracords, twine, 1″ hemp ropes, meat, ligaments, joints (of more than one kind), cardboard, leather, wood and I forget what-all! I have been using (futilely and mistakenly?) Lansky’s BladeMedic to touch up the edge, every now and then. Recently, I read over the internet that, indeed, #IAmThatIdiot to be doing this as BladeMedic is not capable of working on SuperSteels like S30V. All the sharpening that I felt was a psychological, placebo effect. I am reading more on this. I shall have to get a whetstone from the USA, as I got this knife, as in India all these things cost 4-10 times their MRP. I won’t buy a Chinese item not-built-for-USA as the difference in those and built-for-the-rest-of-the-world is remarkable. Overwhelming, even. Till now, this knife as not given me a chance to complain about anything.
In Indian weddings (and, now, cremations) we videotape and photograph almost everything. Some guys I know have been known to spend Rs. 44,00,000 ~ $ 63,000 on Photographerji alone!
At my sisters’ weddings, we had that whole crew. There was this one particular woman whom my father hated with all his guts and revolvers. After the weddings when the VCDs came, in one shot he was seen joking and laughing with that woman but we couldn’t make out what was being said as it had been overdubbed with a popular song.
We went to the photographer and asked him to give us the original/master recording as we never were asked for those songs and wanted to hear all the banter. He kept us waiting while his assistant arranged for it but after 30 minutes informed that it had been deleted, already! Heated exchange ensued and to precipitate and close the scene, he offered apologies with a cherry-on-top, “O brother, if it makes you happy, shoot me!”
At nearly Sundance Kid speed came out my #Beretta418 and was shoved between his legs.
What a DUMB and illogical BITCH trying to be as smart as men naturally are, or maybe, even more (In an attempt to wear short hair, padded suit instead of a bra and pants and become a CEO?)!
#HotCrazyMatrix. #HCM. The man drew a graph with hot (positive) and crazy (negative) axes. This STUPID donkeyess draws her RESPONSE HotRICHMatrix with hot (Positive) and rich (Positive? Negative? Does this slutty gold-digger even know what she is talking about?)
Beyond my (usually) great expectations! Much beyond!
I have used it mostly as a blanket and not utilised its full potential of trapping the body-heat as yet because I have not been able to go that far up North in India. I have not been able to use/test this in anything less than 4-5* C but even at those temperatures, without the PolarLite fleece, I used to sweat in it, constantly tossing it away, in my sleep, for crying out loud!
The PolarLite fleece and the inner lining do not irritatingly scratch against my dry heels like some other brands did. Unless one has completely moisturised the heels or one has baby-buttocks-smooth heels, there are some fabrics (especially the ones containing artificial threads) that do that kharr-khashh micro-friction thing that makes me grind my teeth in disgust. This one felt like it shall, too; however, I was pleasantly proved wrong.
The various oh-so-well-thought-out straps and loops and cinch-cords and Velcro-backed attachments are so heart-touching! Some team actually ‘lived’ in this thing and thought of all those small details that go into making this a real God’s gift!
And, God’s gift, it indeed was! I had zeroed in onto this beaut in late October 2018 but it was simply unavailable, not even on the Teton website and as per my communication with customer care, “Thanks for reaching out and great question. We are expecting a new shipment on 11/30/2018. The Polara Sleeping Bag should be available for purchase within a few days.”
On 14th November 2018, God came in my dreams and woke me up at 3 AM, for no good reason and took away all the sleep from me. I, out of sheer ennui, took out the phone and put this name in DuckDuckGo and lo and behold the Glory! The first result was from eBay and without even checking the price or the details, I hit the Buy button, wary that someone else might snap-up this listing. It arrived sans the original packing, as I read later, “used but new” and at a whopping discount, to boot! Yes, it was and is, indubitably, God’s gift!
Scrambled eggs. One of my favourite Sunday morning breakfast foods. Everyone can make scrambled eggs! However, not everyone can make good scrambled eggs. I decided to put three recipes and methods for making scrambled eggs to the test and determine whether Nero Wolfe’s recipe was indeed the best in the world, as he claims.
Method
Choose three scrambled egg methods, cook them as per the recipe, with no additions / toppings added to the eggs – the emphasis was to be on the eggs, not the combination of delicious toppings (not that I don’t love delicious toppings!). The resulting scrambled eggs were to be judged on consistency, lightness – and of course taste. The judges were to be myself and my long-suffering partner H, who gave up his Sunday morning to eat lots and lots of eggs!
I used fresh, free range eggs and all the eggs used for this…
Zu Gast ist die Schauspielerin Annabella Sciorra. Der Talk-Host fragt die junge Frau, ob sie gerne lüge. Ja, antwortet sie lächelnd. Sie habe immer schon recht viel über ihr Leben gelogen, manche Geschichten, die sie erfunden habe, um die Presse zu verwirren, seien sehr aufwendig und ausgefallen. Woher er, David Letterman, denn wissen wolle, dass sie nicht gerade hier sitze und lüge?, fragt Sciorra selbstbewusst und charmant.
My #Dobby_Does! came potty-trained and listen-the-NO and this-is-what-I-know-I-am-NOT-supposed-to-chew/decimate trained from the forest where I found him at approximately 1 month of age!
Abandoned and an orphan!
Not so, anymore!
However, if I am out to town for a long enough time, to show his anger, he will SPECIFICALLY target those very items that he NEVER touched when I was around!
I am looking forward to methods to train him for marking some things as ABSOLUTELY UNTOUCHABLE. Yes, I should not leave him alone, for long, but, explain this to the exigencies of life.
Frustrated,
Ra.
Good morning, @DelhiAirport! While travelling to Bhopal via #SG2623 today morning, the @CISFHQrs staff made my bag go through BIS scanner, 3 times. Good, they were doing a good job! The item that piqued their interest and suspicion in my baggage was a string of magnets. Enter a caption
Good morning, @DelhiAirport! While travelling to Bhopal via #SG2623 today morning, the @CISFHQrs staff made my bag go through BIS scanner, 3 times. Good, they were doing a good job! The item that piqued their interest and suspicion in my baggage was a string of magnets.
Sir, @HardeepSPuri, @DGCAIndia, only in our country is that rule of any, even if less than 4″ scissor is being RANDOMLY and ARBITRARILY applied. “Aaj Pakdi gayi aapki kainchi!” while practising complete #NonApplicationOfMind!
My scissor was LESS THAN 1 inch! It is a tiny thing using which I cannot even open a milk tertapack! Cutting strings from frayed clothes, a pulled cuticle, newspaper cutting is all that thing is capable of!
I asked her that for the last 15 years that I am carrying this in my carry on baggage, domestically and internationally, via @AAI, were her colleagues total nincompoops who didn’t know how to do their jobs?
Also, while they were congratulating themselves on this someone had the good sense to call a superior officer and going by their consultation where they showed him the images of the scissor, he (in my judgement of their expressions) asked them to return it before he took some pictures of the same on the scanner screen, using his mobile phone. The woman rummaged through the bin but it was a difficult task with so many objects lying in there.
So, arbitrarily a rule could be applied on pure whim of a security man while ignoring a MUCH LONGER and pointier screw that was also lying right on top of all the things. “This 1″ pointy thing is a WEAPON, this 3″ pointier thing is not one! Thank you, äap chalò!”
This makes me think, AGAIN, #JiskiLathiUskiBhains
Biggest problem with this tweet?
not just “any person”. This was posted by a godddamned “””IPS””” officer! … who is incharge of some AIRPORT BLODDY SECURITY!
2. Why do us #CorruptIndian jackasses believe, even in 2019 when fakes have been known to have killed 100s, if not 1,000s, just in India?
HGS Dhaliwal, IPS
@hgsdhaliwalips
Police Medal for Gallantry| Writer|Equestrian-Polo|Golfer|Scuba Diver|Conservationist|Wildlife|Animal Lover|
New Delhi, IndiaJoined October 2016
“Baby Bagged!!
A 5 month old baby was kidnapped and carried to Dubai from Karachi inside a Travel Bag.
Fortunately, it was detected at Dubai Airport and the baby was found safe!!” http://archive.is/GhvU2
#OuchOuchOuch! Feels like a scam though I know that it is not! Surely, feels like it, though.
I purchased it in 2015 and today, it is nearly one third the price. This is how fast technology is progressing.
Otherwise, Chandan Indoria, it runs BLAZING-LY fast. Thanks a tonne for recommending it, Tabassum Insaf.
I run my Linux live from it and, #HoldMyBeer, it is FASTER than the HDD installed OS.
#Corsair #FlashVoyager #GTX 256GB USB 3.0 Flash Drive (#CMFVYGTX3B-#256GB)
Sold by: Amazon.com Services, Inc
Return window closed on Jan 15, 2016
$184.99
Condition: New.
Bhajan Lal with Indira Gandhi, after turning his Janata Party govt wholescale into a Congress govt, on Jan 22, 1980, taking along 37 MLAs. Express Archives
WHILE the large-scale crossing over by MLAs resulted in state governments falling in Karnataka and Goa recently, they were still no match for what a Haryana legislator managed in 1967, back when shadows had just started appearing over Indian democracy’s golden halo. In the process, Gaya Lal also lent the term ‘Aya Ram, Gaya Ram’ to the country’s political lexicon.
The month was February, and there was political uncertainty in the air. The Congress had returned to power at the Centre with its lowest tally till then (283 out of 520), under the leadership of Indira Gandhi. The party had suffered setbacks in Assembly polls in several states, including Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, Rajasthan, Punjab, Haryana, West Bengal, Orissa (now Odisha), Madras (now Tamil Nadu) and Kerala. This had triggered a tussle for power between the Congress and an Opposition combine, consisting of the Jana Sangh, Swatantra Party, Samyukta Socialist Party, Praja Socialist Party, regional parties and defectors from the Congress. The Opposition coalition gave its state regimes an umbrella identity — the Samyukta Vidhayak Dal (SVD) governments.
For Haryana, carved out of Punjab on November 1, 1966, it was its first Assembly election. While the Congress won, it was with a thin majority of 48 out of 81 seats. The Bharatiya Jana Sangh got 12 seats, Swatantra Party three and Republican Party two. The Independents formed the second-largest block, with 16 seats. One of them was Gaya Lal, winning from Hasanpur (SC) constituency.
Congress Chief Minister Bhagwat Dayal Sharma was sworn in on March 10, 1967. Within a week, his government fell after 12 Congress MLAs defected, forming a group that they dubbed the ‘Haryana Congress’. The Independent legislators also forged a new party, ‘United Front’. The process of switching sides continued, swelling the United Front ranks eventually to 48 MLAs.
Consequently, on March 24, Rao Birendra Singh (father of present Union Minister of State Rao Inderjit Singh), who had been elected from Pataudi on a Congress ticket, took over as CM under the SVD banner. His position was flimsy at best, threatened by both Bhagwat Dayal Sharma and Devi Lal, who was still in the Congress.
However, if there was one man who defined those days of uncertainty, it was Gaya Lal. Within nine hours, the MLA changed sides twice — in and out of the Congress — and within a fortnight, moved to the United Front.
Presenting him at a press conference in Chandigarh after having overthrown Sharma, a beaming Rao Birendra uttered those inimitable words “Gaya Ram is now Aya Ram”. Then home minister Y B Chavan later used the phrase in Parliament to denote political turncoats.
But Rao lasted only a few months, demitting office on November 2. The Assembly was dissolved and the state placed under President’s Rule, followed by elections in 1968.
Meanwhile, Gaya Lal marched on. After the United Front, his next stop was the Arya Sabha, led by Indervesh, Agnivesh and Adityavesh, in 1972. Two years later, he found his way into the Bharatiya Lok Dal, led by Charan Singh. Consequently, he got a Janata Party (formed by the merger of four parties, including the Bharatiya Lok Dal) ticket in 1977 and won. Gaya Lal’s last election was in 1982, as an Independent. He lost.
However, long before then, Haryana had moved on — to five-star defections, showing the way again to the rest of the country. In 1979, facing competition from incumbent Janata Party CM Devi Lal, Bhajan Lal set off with dissident party MLAs on “Bharat Darshan”. For over two weeks, the group, on a luxury bus and a fleet of cars, toured Alwar, Kota, Agra, Gwalior, Shivpuri, Bhopal, Kanpur, Kolkata and Mumbai, staying at heritage hotels and resorts, with Bhajan Lal picking up the entire tab. It paid off, and on June 29, 1979, he became the CM.
After Indira Gandhi returned to power at the Centre, Bhajan Lal converted his Janata Party government wholescale into a Congress government, on January 22, 1980, taking along 37 party MLAs.
At least Bhagwat Dayal Sharma, the first victim of Haryana’s topsy-turvy politics, retained his good cheer through it. As the CM during the March 1967 phase of defections and counter-defections, while he was headed one day for the MLAs’ hostel to try win over some potential turncoats, an aide came up running to tell him, “Sahib, Pandit Tuhi Ram has also left.” “Pandit Tuhi Ram?” Sharma said, askance. “Phone lagao (connect me to him).” The aide indicated there was no hope; the news was on All-India Radio.
Known for his wit, Sharma quipped, “Just check, maybe Panditayin too has defected.” Panditayin being his own wife Savitri Devi.
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