Turkey moves famed mediaeval tomb to avoid flooding risk

 

Turkey moves famed mediaeval tomb to avoid flooding risk

HASANKEYF: Turkish authorities on Friday conducted a hugely ambitious and controversial operation to move a centuries-old tomb to new location to stave off the risk of flooding from a dam projecHASANKEYF (Reuters) – Las autoridades turcas realizaron el viernes una operación ambiciosa y controvertida para trasladar una tumba centenaria a un nuevo emplazamiento para evitar el riesgo de inundación de un proyecto de presa.HASANKEYF: Turkish authorities on Friday conducted a hugely ambitious and controversial operation to move a centuries-old tomb to new location to stave off the risk of flooding from a dam projecHASANKEYF (Reuters) – Las autoridades turcas realizaron el viernes una operación ambiciosa y controvertida para trasladar una tumba centenaria a un nuevo emplazamiento para evitar el riesgo de inundación de un proyecto de presa.
La tumba de Zeynel Bey es un monumento conmemorativo del siglo XV a onHASANKEYF: las autoridades turcas han organizado una operación muy ambiciosa y controvertida para el despliegue de una tumba sobre un nuevo emplazamiento.
Le tombeau de Zeynel Bey es un mémorial del 15mo siglo en la figura de las figuras claves de la tribu Ak Koyunlu que controló mucho de la Anatolia orientales y del Caucase y rivalidad para la suerte con los otomanos emergeents.
Le bâtiment exquis, se encuentra en la ciudad vieja de Hasankeyf, en la provincia de Batman, au sud-est.e de las figuras claves en la tribu de Ak Koyunlu que controló gran parte de Anatolia oriental y El Cáucaso y lucharon por la supremacía con los Otomanos emergentes.
El exquisito edificio, conocido por su cúpula y la intrincada piedra de colores, se encuentra en el casco antiguo de Hasankeyf, en la provincia de Batman, al sureste.t.
The tomb of Zeynel Bey is a 15th century memorial to onHASANKEYF: les autorités turques ont organisé vendredi une opération très ambitieuse et controversée pour déplacer une tombe séculaire sur un nouvel emplacement afin de prévenir le risque d’inondation dans un projet de barrage.
Le tombeau de Zeynel Bey est un mémorial du 15ème siècle à l’une des figures clés de la tribu Ak Koyunlu qui contrôlait beaucoup de l’Anatolie orientale et du Caucase et rivalisaient pour la suprématie avec les Ottomans émergents.
Le bâtiment exquis, connu pour son dôme et ses pierres colorées, se trouve dans la vieille ville de Hasankeyf, dans la province de Batman, au sud-est.e of the key figures in the Ak Koyunlu tribe who controlled much of eastern Anatolia and the Caucasus and vied for supremacy with the emerging Ottomans.
The exquisite building, known for its dome and intricate coloured stonework, lies in the old town of Hasankeyf in the southeastern Batman province.
La tumba de Zeynel Bey es un monumento conmemorativo del siglo XV a onHASANKEYF: las autoridades turcas han organizado una operación muy ambiciosa y controvertida para el despliegue de una tumba sobre un nuevo emplazamiento.
Le tombeau de Zeynel Bey es un mémorial del 15mo siglo en la figura de las figuras claves de la tribu Ak Koyunlu que controló mucho de la Anatolia orientales y del Caucase y rivalidad para la suerte con los otomanos emergeents.
Le bâtiment exquis, se encuentra en la ciudad vieja de Hasankeyf, en la provincia de Batman, au sud-est.e de las figuras claves en la tribu de Ak Koyunlu que controló gran parte de Anatolia oriental y El Cáucaso y lucharon por la supremacía con los Otomanos emergentes.
El exquisito edificio, conocido por su cúpula y la intrincada piedra de colores, se encuentra en el casco antiguo de Hasankeyf, en la provincia de Batman, al sureste.t.
The tomb of Zeynel Bey is a 15th century memorial to onHASANKEYF: les autorités turques ont organisé vendredi une opération très ambitieuse et controversée pour déplacer une tombe séculaire sur un nouvel emplacement afin de prévenir le risque d’inondation dans un projet de barrage.
Le tombeau de Zeynel Bey est un mémorial du 15ème siècle à l’une des figures clés de la tribu Ak Koyunlu qui contrôlait beaucoup de l’Anatolie orientale et du Caucase et rivalisaient pour la suprématie avec les Ottomans émergents.
Le bâtiment exquis, connu pour son dôme et ses pierres colorées, se trouve dans la vieille ville de Hasankeyf, dans la province de Batman, au sud-est.e of the key figures in the Ak Koyunlu tribe who controlled much of eastern Anatolia and the Caucasus and vied for supremacy with the emerging Ottomans.
The exquisite building, known for its dome and intricate coloured stonework, lies in the old town of Hasankeyf in the southeastern Batman province.

My Baby Girl The anguish of the mother of a daughter with a newborn daughter. By Dr Rama Gupta

When Neelu came to meet her parents in Panchkula in January, she was pregnant and looked broad. Otherwise sne was of small build, brown eyed and dark haired like her mother Uma. Her face was round and fair. She was a quiet child with eyes that seemed to listen. She was most conscious of what other people feel, particularly her mother. Uma adored her and she was always attentive to her. One evening when they were walking around the park, Uma told her, “Neelu, it would be great if you stay here for your delivery. Meerut does not have good medical facilities. The Chakravati nursing home at Panchkula is reputed and its gynaecologist Dr Suman is also capable…”

Interrupting her in mid-sentence Neelu said, “Mama, why don’t you speak to my mother-in-law?” Uma wanted to say, Why?

Do you really have any serious problem asking her? But Uma said quickly, “I will do.” And wondered when Neelu would decide for herself. It would be better if she called her husband Rakesh as he was the most sensible person in that business family. As Uma waited for his reply, her mind flashed back to that Sunday evening.

Uma recollected it was a bright and beautiful day. Rakesh’s family had come to see Neelu. Neelu was about 25 years of age; no good match was coming her way.

And that day Neelu was in a hurry to approve of Rakesh, the first boy who had said “Yes”. Uma implored her, “Neelu, don’t take a hasty decision. You will miss out the best that life has yet to offer you. Take your time to think about it. We have worked and worked so that you could have a better future.”

But Neelu said quickly in contempt, “Wait? What I wait for can never come.” Her voice rang with defiance, her eyes full of reproach. Her “yes” was actually more of a surrender to her fate by one too tired to wait any more.

It was but natural for parents to be upset when their children ignored their advice. The saner voice within Uma said that her daughter had the right to choose the kind of life she wanted to lead. Still forlornness descended on Uma like a shroud then
and she hoped it to lift when she would visit Nee . at her in-laws’ house in Meerut.

Seeing Uma in her house, Neelu exclaimed “What a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see you s: soon.” Holding Neelu tightly in her arms Uma sc :

“I missed you. Are you all right?” And noticed the Neelu’s face had become more thoughtful, more solemn than what it was at Panchkula. After a • e Uma whispered to Neelu gently, “I have been meaning to ask you something. See, you are loot *c| so pale. Are you happy?” she asked struggling keep the misery out of ner voice. Neelu understo:: that her mother needed to see her happily settle: Looking into Uma’s eyes but speaking from a distance almost beyond the memory of hurt or anger, Neelu said, “Don’t worry, mom. I am jus* fine. It is so much easier to be happy t what I have.”

Uma really wanted to believe wha* Neelu was saying but she needed no 3 =~ sense to discern when the signs were □! over for her to see otherwise. She sc ••• ~ : Neelu had turned into a calm, pensive bahu with a demeanour that to Uma seemed appropriate for a dutiful da.:‘ = in-law. She marvelled at her manner c_ speech, her action, the way she wore had long plait instead of short hair. Nee was making efforts to do all the dec- -: and cooking. Though there were complaints that vegetables were too s: ~ too greasy or too bland for taste and ~e floors were either too wet or too uncie: – she didn’t say anything.

ma wanted to ask Neelu, How do you dc ~ i every day? How quietly you endure all ~ : Doesn’t it drive you crazy? But Uma did r :r say anything. It was Neelu’s life, she thought, c: she was trying to get ahead with it. What wor- e: Uma was that Neelu was not doing those nor”: things that she always did before her marriage : didn’t read as there were no English magazine: their house; never spoke in English as it offence: w. Hindi-speaking relatives; and watched only H serials which everyone else did in their family – enthusiasm for English music had also died dov.-

She didn’t step out of the house even to go for walks. Uma remembered how Neelu used to throw tantrums when her demands were not met, got her father to buy her English videos when she was back at home in Panchkula. Her time with her parents always felt natural, effortless, uncomplicated by differences and grudges or spites that infected the air at her in-laws.

And Uma remembered how they made small, harmless jokes at each other’s expense over meals and conversation always flowed. There were no arguments, no open discussions and no loud laughter any more. And Neelu made no demands on Fife and would never let others know that she too had sorrows, disappointments and that her dreams had been shattered. Uma realised how hard it was for her to do all this. Uma asked herself if it was not natural for a mother to know whether her daughter’s relations with her in-laws were cordial, strained or neutral. Had her marriage, their family and time changed her, or was she making concessions to her marriage in order to sail through life smoothly? Neelu wouldn’t say anything about them. Uma had no other means of knowing the truth. It had got Uma worried.

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ma was feeling an odd sense of compulsion that day. There was something she must do. Yes, she must call Rakesh to know their decision. Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone. Who could be at this hour? she thought. The phone rang more than a dozen times before she answered.

“Hello? Mama, are you there?” said Rakesh’s voice.

“Yes, yes,” she said trying to pull herself together. “Rakesh here. Fine mama, fine. Well, I spoke to my parents and grandmother.”

“What did they say?” Uma asked.

“They are fine with Neelu staying with you for delivery.”     ?

“It is good to hear that. Thank you,” Uma put down the phone and heaved a sigh of relief.

Neelu appeared from the inside room. Umc *: : her quitkly, “I talked to Rakesh, they have no objection.”

“Are you sure?” Neelu asked in surprise.

“Of course,” Uma said.

“Well. That is absolutely amazing,” said Nee . and her face lit up and she nodded her head slightly. She looked pleased. She also the cha-:e But Uma was surprised at her grandmother consenting to Neelu’s stay with her Panchkula _ – : recalled her conversation with Rakesh’s grand: t» when she was in Meerut for the delivery of the * r child, Abha. Her grandmother-in-law had told L~ : “We don’t send bahus to their parents for chi ~ I have all my grandchildren delivered in my presence in my own house.”

Now, Neelu was with her mother for her de – But she had become quite reserved and had re;: to excessive TV viewing. Last night after puttin; Abha to bed, Neelu came to view her favourite serial in her mother’s room. Uma knew that it : not a good time to talk but between the serial couldn’t help asking Neelu about her pregnar: “Neelu, weren’t you using copper tee? How d : conceive?” Neelu said nothing and Uma also : press the question.

After a long pause, Neelu blurted out wha‘ *;: actually happened.

“Mama, for the last one year my grandmof e law was telling my mother-in-law, ‘Subha, whcr you waiting for? Why don’t you tell Rakesh to complete his family? Now he has Abha and she three years old. It is the right time to plan for re second child.’ My mother-in-law told her, ‘The. not planning the family so soon. You know, R has just started a small business. Let him settle in his new work in Bangalore. You have see- what happened to Neelu. She virtual ■ collapsed after her first baby. She : weak to bear another child.'”

However, in September, the grandmother-in-law took Subha cri Neelu with her to visit the Bala T’ : r shrine and they all stayed with Ra* e Bangalore after visiting it. She be e that this time, with the blessing of E: Triputi, the child would surely be a Neelu wished they would not hitcr hopes to it being a boy and their expectations weighed heavily on -e Time and again Uma thought of Neelu told her yesterday about this pre’e for a male child. “Well, yes, she is right. – culture it doesn’t really matter which part of “: .

you are from, this desire for a male child cuts across all castes also.” The rest of the days passed uneventfully but happily — leisurely breakfast in the morning, meals at home, sometimes late dinner in the army club after tambola, visits to Chandigarh for shopping and evenings spent listening to music or walking in the park surrounded by children and babies in prams and their chattering mothers.

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eelu came in January and it was May when she was finally in Chakravati Nursing home for delivery. And the nurse, a rather young woman of 20 came and announced coldly. “Well, it is baby girl. Uma followed her into the labour room with the clothes of the baby. Leaving the newborn baby in Lima’s lap, they wheeled Neelu into the room without even saying congratulations. Neelu’s eyes were closed; she seemed to be in a state of shock.

“Neelu, congratulations,” said Uma, her face clearly showing the elation which rose within her. Uma held her hand and stroked Neelu’s forehead. After a while Neelu opened her eyes but looked bitterly disappointed. Her face quivered as she looked at her mother. Seeing something through and beyond her, Neelu asked her mother, “Did you tell my mother-in-law? What did she say? They were sure that it would be a boy.”

“Don’t worry, I will tell every one,” said Uma.

Uma sent SMSs to everyone.

In no time Renu, Sushma, Rajani, Asha, Praveen and many other friends came to the hospital with gifts. “Congratulations, Neelu.” “Thank you, aunty.” “Neelu, cheer up. Nowadays there is no difference between boys and girls.”

Uma expected them to congratulate her with a hug. She wanted them to ask, Uma, when are you celebrating her birthday? Where is our party? Ladoos won’t do. Nothing of that sort happened, Uma was upset. Sometimes, what people say upsets you and sometimes what they don’t say also upsets you.

But Uma was hiding her feelings and struggling not to express her strange sense of outrage at their remarks. ‘They are my friends with whom I spend most of my time every day. Why are they asking Neelu to be cheerful when they are feigning happiness?,’ she said to herself. For the first time she understood that they only pretended to be modern by speaking impeccable English, but in reality their conservative nature was deep-rooted. Even the tones of congratulations were low, subdued, that told a different story.

Hiding her disappointment Uma said in pleasant voice. “It has been a pleasure to have you here so soon.”

They grinned, she hugged them. They talked politely. Uma was busy gazing at them. She ve deferentially but without understanding. Strarge . enough, she was enjoying little of what they we’r saying. Rather, she was attentive to the delirious cacophony that busted upon her from the other room. And she peered into other rooms and witnessed families eating sweets on the birth of i baby boy and heard them chatting excitedly, laughing amidst noisy and animated conversa* : – But nothing like that was happening in her rocThis killed her efforts at fine conversation.

She didn’t want to hurt those whom she lover only thanked them for their visit. “Please let us l’ if there is anything we can do for you,” they as- sz out of courtesy before leaving the clinic.

“I will surely do that,” Uma said and could breathe freely only when they were out of the r Neelu followed her gaze to the baby in the c’; her eyes also showed hatred for their false sentiments. She didn’t seem to like their remark; either, thought Uma. After a minute or so Nee . asked hesitantly, “Are the girls so unequal in ou society?” Without waiting for an answer she continued, “It is usual for the ayahs and sweepev come for baksheesh. When they didn’t come, • had to call them. Mama, did you hear what the. said pocketing the tips? ‘If it were a boy we wc. : have asked for it. There was no need for that. Mama, you noticed papa didn’t like it either as ‘; had kept enough money in change for giving the Uma kept quiet but warmth radiated through heeyes.

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hey brought the baby home, neighbours v = them, repeated the benefits of having a c child as if to console them on the birth of baby girl in the family. One neighbour even narrated, “Uma, you know Puneet Verma has t- his parents out and rented out that annexe they living in. Now Malika has brought them to live » t» her at Panchkula. What a shame on boys!” Arc Sharan narrated what she had read in the newspaper that day. It was getting very difficul* Uma to listen to this girl-child thing but she was keeping her cool as Neelu’s mother-in-law Subf: had come.

One day Uma was making preparations for chathi in the puja room when Subha came to the room and said sarcastically, “Chathi puja is dc_e only for boys.” Even after seeing the hurt in Um: eyes, she said, “I am surprised how Neelu got c daughter though we had given her sex selection medicine. My elder sister-in-law also gave the medicine to her daughter-in-law and she gave c to a baby boy.” Uma was taken aback.

Human reactions are so unpredictable and

difficult to handle. Uma had taken the flak from others calmly but she could not bear Neelu’s mother- in-law’s remarks. They were making her angrier and angrier. However, some things become clearer after a lapse of time. After a while, when Uma could see things in their true sense she understood that this simple woman of a small town shared the same biases of modern urban middle class educated women against the baby girl. She no longer expected any understanding from her mother-in-law while her own friends failed to show that.

t was not easy to keep silent. Mothers instinctively sense when their daughters are not happy but they buy excuses and pretend that everything is

Uma was no different. She had felt things those past few days that she had never felt before.

After her mother-in-law left for Meerut, Uma went to Neelu’s room. Locking her arms tightly around her neck, she said in a disconcerted tone, “Now I understand why these people who denied you your honeymoon, had taken you for this trip to Mysore and Triputi.” For the first time since her marriage, Neelu cried bitterly and through her sobs said, “Mama, I have no idea what I have got myself into but I am feeling exhausted,” and at once became quiet.

Neelu rested her baby’s head on her arm and for the first time had a really close look at the baby, her dark hair, thick lashed brown eyes, dimples on her red cheeks. Her love came up hot, in spite of everything; this child seemed to draw her innermost

 

resentment out of her. Neelu held her close to he’ breast. With all her force, with all her soul, she would make up to her for having brought her the world, 4\leelu thought. Looking at Neelu smi -: at her child, Uma had a glimpse of the mother T-e-e would be — a mother who would stand like a : shaping her daughter’s future. There was some” -: deep in her core that neither her in-laws no sodewould be able to break. This budding of her motherly love embedded in the earthly pain wo. : be Ashatha’s salvation one day, Uma thought c: caught Neelu’s eyes drifting again and again rc ~n child sleeping in her arms. When the child at :r sank in her arms; Neelu put her to bed and dromes off at about midnight.

When Neelu got up, Uma sensed from her tc’e that she was displeased about something. V\ he~ – her husband forgot to call her or what happens: zn chathi day bothering her, Uma couldn’t tell.

Neelu stopped and turned to her mother unfczas “What were you talking about motherhood lar night? It is the greatest experience a woman he: t is sheer nonsense, mom. You don’t know anytr -: about this, mom,” Neelu said, her anger rising. I : not Uma think there was no anger in her daue’e There was a time when Uma would have riser *: such remarks and got irritated but that was yecr: ago, before Neelu’s marriage.

“Well,” Uma said, despair choking her worc: her eyes wet with tears.

eelu looked her in the eyes and said, : :: a don’t look so miserable, mama. I need *c ■= j you the cruel truth today. Nobody not e-s* you, mom, bothered to notice how I was unde­pressure during the months of pregnancy, hov. lived in fear of their shifting moods, their temperament, their taunts about my inability fc r. * the house on my own, how I coped with the fc~ what adjustments I had to make and now afte- ~e delivery, this girl issue.” Neelu continued, “Yc. : not prepare me for this. Mom, you never did. ‘ unfair, mom. All those years I was alone and >:. did not care what I thought and how I lived. N: suddenly, what right have you got to talk abo.’ gender inequality when you failed to pay eqic attention to me — your second daughter? W”: : terrible thing it was for me to know that my mc*=r doesn’t love me and to suffer the pain of not ce -: loved. Why did you have me, when you have : – all your love to other children? What an unna. : thing for a mother! Being an average girl in a of two other intelligent siblings, I suppressed ~ : urge a long time back to say anything about r ■ Now I am not sure if this was right,” her word: :zn clear and ringing.

When Neelu finished speaking, her heart was pounding and her mouth was parched. It took Uma a moment to register what Neelu had just said.

Neelu had never before spoken in that manner. After a while, Uma leaned forward and said, “I can’t understand why you talk like that.” She touched her shoulder but Neelu flinched and drew away. Uma dropped her hand too.

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here was in Uma’s eyes a look of disbelief that lasted for a moment or two, before it was replaced by shock. Uma’s lips trembled, her face broke into a frown and she buried her face in her hands, dread filled her chest, ripping something from her. Uma was too stunned to understand Neelu’s boldness and then her look of apprehension turned into anger. It was not her daughter’s face she saw but a face of unspoken grievances that found a target to focus all her simmering anger on and Uma saw no trace of respect in Neelu’s eyes for her.

Uma sighed and slumped in her chair.

She remembered how she had shaped her entire life round this thankless task of bringing up Neelu and in her own way, of loving her. And this was the reward for everything she had endured. Uma made an effort to open her mouth to say to Neelu,

You are such a huge part of my life. We have seen each other pass through both good times and bad. I will never stop loving you. Please don’t taint my job of this baby. But she said nothing.

Sne knew that children these days blame the parents if something went amiss in their life but never give a thought to all the sacrifices, all the self- denial and all the trouble they endure in bringing them up. No matter what Uma did to please them, no matter how thoroughly she fulfilled all their demands, it was not enough. Neelu was now a mother, Uma said to herself. How strange she was unable to see the sacrifices her own mother had to make for all these years. At that time she saw Neelu coming with her husband towards her before leaving for Meerut. There was no locking of her arms around Uma’s neck, no tears, no smiles and no whispered promises of her coming soon.

Uma’s eyes threatened to well up and she knew how hard she was struggling to be brave. Her knees weakened, Uma wanted to reach for Neelu’s arm, her shoulder, something to lean on. But she did not; she stood perfectly still and looked at Neelu. In silence Neelu left with that unforgiving look in her eyes.

As Uma watched them walking away, a shudder passed through her, a current of something sad and and forlorn and she looked shaken. Even then Uma

wished she could see Neelu and wished to hec _e sound of her daughter’s laugh again. She wis-e: Neelu to Yisit her with her husband to see Ash;- : growing up. She would have liked that very mua t be old and play with them. She feared she wot : never see her again and would never play with Neelu’s grandchildren.

Now all sorts of questions raced through her mind. Had she been a complacent mother, she asked herself. Had she been such a dreadful r:~e unmindful of the pain of Neelu? Had she taker :. her guilt of having the second girl, Neelu, anc —e– tried to forget it all? What harmful things had s*e unwillingly done to this daughter that she was -;■* forgiven? These unanswered questions and the silence were all too painful for Uma. There we-e days when Uma believed she was being punis’e: for what she had done to Neelu and $*e could not forgive herself. She had la.g-e: at her friends and now she was one ■: was under the microscope of her da.: – – she was the one to prove her mother -::

In the darkness of her room, she la> awake with the demons of her own be no courage to confront them and live -e again. The mere thought of resuming -er old pattern of life seemed so exhaus* -: tc Uma. She had to make enormous effc~ Ml get out of bed, to do the laundry, to ~: i* meals and she found it difficult to slee: : nights. On other days a voice inside *e tried to soothe her with consolation t-r- A is very complicated to understand bi- – goes on moving forward, unmindful c* these crises. Mechanically, Uma would go ove- : *: over on this scene. She feared she might lose -e nerve if she let her mind wander.

ne day, when Uma got up in the mornirc there was a message from Aruna, her be-: in Mumbai on the cellphone, a card fro” •- brother in Europe. The phone rang, Uma picke: r and heard the voice of her son. Lucky, who wc: calling from the USA, “Mama, I was trying to -ecd| you for so many days, but you were not picking – phone. Are you all right?” Questions of how she was were met with vague but cheerless replies “Doing fine, I am fine. Yes, I am. Yes, Neelu he: gone. I will move on. Oh, I will be fine,” said – _ to Lucky, laughing nervously, to fill the melanc: with aimless banter. By instinct she kept the pr:*i clasped to her ear long after Lucky had hung uc and looked at her house. When Uma found the house empty, her disquiet heart began to bea- quickly and her mind got lost in their childhood memories.

have a fabulous blow-out that was attended by bold-faced American names like Bill Clinton, the model Patricia Velasquez and a coterie of Indian dignitaries and the spiritual guru Dr Deepak Chopra.

In course of conducting lavish weddings, a huge amount of money is pumped into the economy through demand for products and services: a caterer, decorator, florist, jeweller, beautician or henna artist would make enough money to increase employment and spending substantially, boosting demand and supply. Hollywood stars Michael Douglas and Catherina Zeta-Jones might have set a precedent – of celebrity to-be-weds cashing in on their popularity to make a quick buck – when they sold exclusive reporting rights to a chosen publication. More recently, Liz Hurley and Arun Nayar sold publicity rights to a magazine when they got married in lavish style in Jodhpur.

So, getting hitched, hopefully for life, has never been a simple business with us Indians who love spending lavishly on the once-in-a- lifetime affair – a wedding. While the super-rich in India have always seen marriage as the perfect occasion to show off their wealth, today, the middle-class too are going for ostentatious weddings.

A lavish marriage celebration in India could run up a bill of more than a crore of rupees, depending on the scale and specifics. There are add­ons like the purchase of fine silks and designer garments, accessories and gifts, guest accommodation in hotels, transport arrangements and more. The great Indian wedding tamasha is getting bigger. It’s no longer about splendid decorations or huge amounts of dowry. It’s also about locales now. The more bizarre, the better. And that’s what upper middle- class Indians are splurging in.

Marriages in seven-star hotels and magnificent farmhouses are passe. Now they chug along in trains or are conducted on hilltops, isolated island or in floating pandals in the middle of shimmering lakes. Quite the stuff of dreams, isn’t it? Just be prepared to pay anything between Rs 7 lakh and Rs 5 crore.

BIG ROLE FOR TODAY’S WOMEN Delhi Commission for Women is doing everything to protect women’s rights. By Our Correspondent

Kindly shed some light on the role played by women in modern society.

No doubt, women are playing far more important role in modern society. Women are highly educated these days. They are not only managing high posts in various private and government departments successfully, but are also running their families very well. A woman is pivotal to her family. If you educate a woman, you are educating a whole family.

Will the woman reservation bill help in improving the condition of women in India?

It will greatly help in improving the general condition of women in India. Already we have 50 per cent reservation for women in village Panchayats. Women as such are doing very well as village sarpanchs and members of Gram Panchayats all over India. If they are given similar reservation in Parliament also, I think they will be better able to bring a sea change in the condition of women in particular and society in general.

Kindly highlight the role played by DCW in the life of Delhi’s women.

DCW is running over 250 family

Panchayats all over Delhi success­fully, 22 NGOs are associated with us.

All the members of these Panchayats have been issued special identity cards, using which they can have access to any police station and learn about the progress about family disputes involving women. These family Panchayats also take up family issues and try to solve them amicably.

Crimes against women are rising in the capital. How can it be checked?

This is very unfortunate that crimes are increasing against women in the capital, you see. The main reason for this is prevalent unemploy­ment and eagerness of youths to grow rich through quick money. We all will have to look into this together and coerce the youths to the right track.

Do you get full support from the Police department in your drive against women-directed crimes?

The Police are doing their duty. But they should be somewhat more active and vigilant in checking crimes against women.

DCW takes quick action and decision in disposing of the cases
related to crimes against women. We seek quicker response from police department too.

Some products in the market distort women’s image. What is DCW’s stand on it?

Whatever products come under DCW’s purview, we definitely take action against them. For example, there used to be an advertisement of ING Vyas, showing girls as burden on family. DCW took action against it and forced the company to take it off the air.

Common Wealth Games are round the corner. What are your preparations to protect women during the Games?

We have worked out an elaborate plan for the Common Wealth Games. DCW will operate helpdesks at airports and railway stations, bus terminals, hospitals and tourism centres to help women arriving from abroad and other parts of India.

Our mobile vans will be on alert to check molestation of women and girls. A helpline number will soon be started. NGOs will also be roped in, in this task. In all, our endeavour would be to ensure comfortable and safe stay for the women during the Games.  [JE

 

he cloudy weather, the long drive on the potholed roads on the lazy Sunday, did not deter the nearly 90 participants to drive down to the venue of the 9th Mega Family Car Rally, 2009 organized by Woman’s Era, on the outskirts of Delhi. Accompanied by their family and friends, the enthusiastic lot had come1 together to be part of an event full of fun and adventure. Although the venue was different this time, some of the faces looked familiar; many were regulars who continued

  • be lured by the activity involving their family. Great Donhomie was evident among the new and old friends as all seemed to be busy either dressing up their ‘brides and cridegrooms’ for the occasion or running around to either get their car stickers or refreshments. Women and men, nusbands and friends, daughters and sons, young and old – all were equally dressed to the tee for the event.

Some of the enthusiastic ones, had gone a step ahead and taken great pains to dress up themselves with a theme. A highly excited boutique owner Neelam had roped in her .oung-at heart mother Saraswati and cousin Rita, who runs a successful beauty parlor in Vasant Kunj, to join her at the event. “Oh this is my new i10 and I am really very excited,” she said as animated a child with a new toy. The three some were dressed up like gypsies – the wig, the hats, the owing gown and the makeup did catch everyone’s attention at the venue. Even their car was very innovatively decorated and words like swine flue and tamiflu written on the car taught my eye.. The three of them, unmindful of the curious tlances that they got, felt as comfortable as Roman gypsies

  • an Italian fair and it all looked so surreal.

 

 

Kiran Walia, Health Minister of Delhi and Divesh Nath of Delhi Press herald the flagging off the first car.

It did not come as a big surprise that they were awarded me first prize in the Fancy dress category.

 

 

There were others dressed up differssome as mythological characters of Kristra and Balram with mother Devki chiding t’:while father Vasudev, dressed in a tradit1:= dhoti and kurta complete with a rudra*; mala, was at the wheel.

Driving an Innova, friends Megha, Ro_ *a and Shewta were here for a fun time and a a to show their women power, with no ma’ * their team, “we can do it” was their messa;- loud and clear, as they fixed their car baatr Whether it was the Pistachio team .* Rachna and Suman, a financial advisor ■ Met life, an executive with ENY, doctors, a— personnel, businesswomen or hardwor- homemakers, they were all here for the s’ — thrill of participating.
What was most amusing at this year’s ‘ah was that even family pets had decide: : participate in the truly family rally. For – — year old St Bernard named ‘Faux Pa: r seemed like an interesting outing, as he a sprawled on the floor, waiting for his mas’: car number to be announced. “Yes, he : team member” said Rahul Rishi. Lasttir: «e

got lost so this time I ensured that we have a good navigator, hence Faux Pas is with us,” said Rahul, who was here to cheer Vandana Rishi. As the car was waved off, I saw the pet oeeping out of the Vitara, and recognized the winner. (Vandana won the first prize in the woman’s category).

The rally was flagged off by Kiran Walia who also highlighted the importance of family outings in today’s time and age. She praised the role of Woman’s Era for organising such family events together.

After a winding 3 hour journey through the •oads of Delhi, the rally culminated at Parkland Exotica. The winners were announced and orizes distributed.
As the day culminated in laughter and merriment, the message was loud and clear and women, as always, proved to be the criving force of life, at home and outside!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Team Pro – Fastest Growing Salon

“Team Pro” is the flagship salon of Matrix, India’s fastest growing salon brand. Located at Indirapuram, it is a state-of-the-art salon that brings hairdressing expertise and trendy styles to the people of Ghaziabad and Delhi. ‘Team Pro’ is the brainchild of seven top names of the hair­dressing industry of the region. As the name suggests, this team of highly driven professionals have come together to enhance this ever-growing hair and beauty industry with their knowledge, expertise and vast experience.

Team Pro is the result of a unified need for quality ser­vices, proper training amongst the workers and better management in the industry. The team has a collective experience of 120 years in this industry and can fairly be called the veterans of the industry. Their knowledge has been tested, reviewed and updated time and again.

Team Pro will be the 27th flagship salon for Matrix in India. Internationally, Matrix is present in more than 2,00,000 salons across the globe and is the No. 1 professional products brand in America and a leading brand in Europe.

Matrix – the professional products brand from hair and cosmetic giant L’Oreal brings to hairdressers in India, comprehensive and technologically advanced range of professional salon products across all categories of Color, Styling, Texture and Care that will help the salon build it’s business with products and services priced accessibly, thus enhancing the salon’s profitability.

Lahori

Restaurant

Mr Asim Miglani who is in catering business but has eyes on other enterprises too.

Lahori Restaurant was start­ed by my grandfather late Lala Labhchand Miglani way back in 1950 in Sarojini Nagar, New Delhi. My father Shri Om Prakash Miglani has built up

 

the business. Now I am carrying on the business in Noida which is quite flourishing. I am quite happy with the response I am getting immense satisfaction after see­ing satisfied customers. I take great pride in supplying food directly to my customers.

Of course, seeing customers coming to me gives me happiness. Today food business is ever growing and has big potentiality. Everyone cannot cook their own food and here I am fulfilling a big need. I am planning to open 15 outlets in Delhi also.

There are many people in Noida and surrounding areas who are used to vegetarian food and they are satis­fied with it. But today customers taste demands more than simple food. Non-vegetarian food is more tempting and is enjoyed by the majority of people.

We have our special recipes to prepare our food. Any­one who savours our special dishes any time, becomes our regular customers. We prepare over 200 dishes, out of which 50 are in great demand and we regularly supply them.

But we take extra care to prepare our special dishes. Some of them Dal Makhani, Paneer Makhani, Chana Masala, Reshami Kabab and Kulcha. Besides catering, I am always thinking to expand and diversify my busi­ness. I am already in garment business and it is growing at a fast pace.

Education is another field which has caught my fancy. Obviously, the country’s progress largely depends on the spread of education across the country. My mind is working on this line.

The idea which was simmering in my mind has taken a concrete shape. I have already planned to open a college and not in too distant future. The dream of my contributing to educate the young will come true. I am earnestly working in that direction and I am confident of succeeding in my mission. Is’nt education a mission?

Red Chief
Introduces
Nubuck
Leather Shoes

Rohit Surfactants (P) Ltd., the brand owner of Red Chief Shoes have recently launched new range of high quality Nubuck Leather Shoes in the market.

These shoes has Nubuck leather for upper and superlight Rubber soles with comfort Technology. This combination of leather and rubber makes the shoe Robust, Stylish, Flexible and Durable. Red Chief Shoes also has leather lining inside the shoes and wide fit

design for extra comfort. Red Chief Shoes are available in wide range with unique Designs and exciting Colours.

Company is making available New range of Nubuck Leather Shoes for Rs 1395 to Rs 1895 in the market nationwide.

A rodent Gum _ and Dental Paste in New •  ^ Pack

IPSA LABS (P) Ltd, has launched Arodent Ayurvedic Gum and Dental Paste in a new pack for healthy gums and strong teeth. Arodent checks bleeding gums, Pyorrhea, inflammation of gums, prevents dental cavities, avoids tarter deposit. Arodent gum and dental paste has gum tightening properties.

Arodent Ayurvedic Gum and Dental paste contains extracts of herbs like Neem, Vajardanti, Lavang, Apa- marg, Phitkari, Pudina, Sunthi, Nagkesar, Khair, Akarkara, Nagarmotha, Dalchini, Kalimirch, Vaividang, jaiphal, Chotti eliachi etc. Company is making available Arodent Ayurvedic Gum and Dental paste in 50 gms., 100 gms., and 200 gms. pack size for Rs 36/-, Rs 60/- and Rs 100/ -respectively.

 

U.P. Ratna Award for Sudhir
Singhal

Mr Shdhir Singhal, owner of ManoharLal Saraf ar: Sons, was honoured for his social work on 13: Septemeber, 2009 in Meerut, by Lt. general G. M. Se” former Governor of Chhattisgarh, with the award of U.7 Ratna.

Mr Singhal has organised Swami Ram Dev 1: Sadhana and Chikitsa Shivir in Meerut.

Manohar Lai Saraf Trust is known for caring poorer section of the society. A cancer patient Trust w created in the name of Lala ManoharLal to help in treatment of cancer patients.

Mr Sudhir Singhal regularly provides school dress- and books to the poor students of about three school; r the area, besides other facilities for running the school