Search your heart - search your soul, no matter if the sun don't shine or if the skies aren't blue no matter what the end is Its not for passing the time,let US know how much WE are....... RUNG MUNG ? :: what is this?.............is it related to colour?...what is mung?......u know very well,because you are a sample of the rung........this is not only a website..not only for continuing our tradition..its our home....it contains feelings of one another,love,fury.....aur na jane kya-kya. Thanks amit da,from the core of my heart for creating this website. Your exquisite gift is......i ca..k..cant explain...bro....a..a..i m......oh.....i cant... There are so many people,those already started.....for better future of rung people or whatever......i would like to tell them carry on...and wishing them all the best. in my knowledge.... all those who are organising rung marathon.......keep on...yogesh da and team..., & sandesha di......welldone! & pankaj(MNNIT Allahabad), what you are going to do that is remarkable....excellent!..i wish we will have.....what you want..... & pu(my elder brother,pradeep),he has started 1 project.....for rung people,i don't have enough idea about that project ,so don't ask me and him(pu) too please. so pu,wishing you all the best for that...... Now let...us..hav some.....views......as i think::::::: world is a program and THE GOD is A PROGRAMMER and i believe that GOD is here,with me.....HE makes decision that who is the most deserving piece for any event. you can't understand what is THE GOD because HE is THE PROGRAMMER,...e.g. if you are the programmer of any program in the computer,then whatever........character are there,those char. cant understand......what...you are.... like this i think rung is a program,and we ARE the main character of this program. When i was living in dugtu that time mentality::::my patti (i visited there since 1999,not every year but its common view) ok....went,in any other place related to darma::::that time my dugtu now came to dharchula::my darma came pithoragarh or equivalent :::my rung jun(mung) then travel more,outside pithoragarh:::my pithoragarh travel more....outside uttaranchal::my uttaranchal will go outside india::::my india and so on...... Not only me...most of us having this type of mentality.... whenever i met any rung,first thing intro.(ok,if he doesn't know me) but the most common question:::: "IS THERE ANY RUNG"????? Why is it so? i don't know but i think,its because of THE UUPER-WALA.....HE has created the program..i.e. called..."MAYA"..... so why we people don't think that:::my earth:::my space:::: atleast just try to think that we are the sample of the earth............ when i think that,find that.....oh...o...cant do anything for this earth but i can....can....can.......for my rung people...atleast. these are my thinking only,i am not saying that i will.......i am saying i can....... i am not saying you do something for rung people but keep positive attitude for yourself,you are the part of the world and why you are here......just for continuing your next generation???......??????..or ........????........ so people....get up!......and show that WE ARE........... kuchh jyada tow nahi ho gaya na........ any way, janow jaani,janow tungani,janow yaani,khyajyari tey-di ley ungani..... mha anga. ____________dmet______

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this time when i went home i had taken a small Dictaphone with me. this is basically a device people used to record voice memo etc. i didn't know as to how and where i would use it when it took it. but when i was in the village after sae thum etc people would sit together in the evening and there were some singing and general conversations. during these gatherings i recorded some songs and also some old stories retold by elders. i tried to record some of my conversation with my mother also but Dictaphone ran into problems so couldn't record it all. i wish i had more time at hand and a good recording device. point i am trying to make is that we have our history mostly in oral tradition and today's gap between generations is ensuring that we would not be able to pass on much of it to next generation. normally i have seen that every wedding has video coverage today and which i believe does concentrate mostly on song and dance stuff. these gatherings are really the places where one can record quite a bit of this history in sings and banter of older people. i hope the people who are going to get married this season and people who are going to attend these wedding can find ways to record some of it. just hoping. also i was talking to one of my elderly Bhai saheb (phal singh rautela ji) and was exhorting him to write his own autobiography. thats one way we would get some of that history. i think we all should tell our elderly people ( at least the literate ones) to spend sometime in recording their past into some journals etc. even if they are not published they will make interesting cross references for future generations. we are working on digitizing this stuff and put them on the site later in some edited form.

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so tomorrow onwards we enter December... last 31 days before that calendars change... another new year celebration... another party... some more new year resolutions... Back home, these are the days to stay till late in bed in the warmth pae lung-bae :) and then have many cups of mar jya and then soak in the afternoon sun. here in the hustle bustle of work and cacophony of horns in the street below all i get to see is the mellow streaks of sunlight struggling to stay on my balconey. in the distance haze is covering the buildings and little lake. reminds me of one of those early morning bus rides out of Almora when we used to go home for winter vacation. as we would ride up to NTD you could see only a valley full of clouds/fog and some of the hilltops would look like islands in the ocean. i don't know if the same scenes happen there these days also but still that little snippet in my mind, that peek thru roadways bus's cold metal window frame somehow keeps me going.

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its been raining cats and dogs since last week here in north east states.. but thats not the reason why i am jotting this post.. i am pretty well tucked in new jersey now.. have had my shares of cooking during past couple of days.. looks like i have lost the touch.. if you would ask nami, kailash and rakesh.. they know what i am talking about.. anyways i made some chicken curry the other day and felt straight out of place.. forgot to add lot of stuff, oil was overheated, masalas not correct amount, etc.. talked to kavi later that day and told her about losing the magic.. she said i never really had it.. it was quite funny.. anyways my roomie just went ballistic over the chicken and said it was awesome but kris hya said he might have been acting polite.. anyways it was some consolation though... tonite i made some spinach and feeling lazy instead of making the daal as well, i thought i should make some gravy with the spinach so that we could have it with rice.. but i didnt really know how this would turn out as i had never made this sort of thing.. but having a south indian roomie my kitchen has always some of those coconut milk stacked away.. and i decided to mix both north and south indian recipe.. so there comes the coconut.. after finishing off one of my other friends peeks into the kitchen and says,"whats that.. never seen anything like that.." ofcourse he meant the spinach.. hehe.. it got me worried.. but being a rung that i am i had it and it wasnt all that bad as it seemed to be.. and my southie roomie went ga ga over it... he said he never liked the spinach his mom cooked at home but he really loved this one... now who could beat that.. hehe.. you could tell he wasnt just being polite this time as the two of us finished the whole two bags of spinach curry (that usually feeds 5 in birmingham and 8 in boston).. i guess i still have it in me.. feel like patting myself.. :) ambu..

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It's only words And words are all I have To pass d time............... Da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da da "I KNOW, U DON'T HAV ENOUGH TIME FOR READING TOTALLY WASTAGE THING,BUT ITS ONLY FOR PASSING D TIME...SO PASSSSS....IT..." Le... me start........ my college ..... The first thing admission ---> V are here cozz iit jee rank(mains) din't allow us to join any iits+....,so next options were/are join TS CHANKYA MUMBAI(for deck side 3yrs course BSc( nautical Sc.)) or MERI KOLKATA(for engine side 4yrs BE(B Tech) Marine degree) on the basis of mains rank,so V r examples here. Now pre.,mains funda isn't dere,only an objective paper & join any iits +...or TS CH. or MERI KOL. (and swell yor life at sea),most of my batchmate left nits and joined dis college cozz it was/is thru iit jee. {(people who don't kno), IIT JEE--Indian Institute of Technology Joint Entrance Examination} So main thing is "HAVE A TASTE OF MERI KOLKATA" mera pratham varsh ----it was horrible as much as possible i can't explain here,ok...som..... trailer....... main aur meri..........g.......sssssssssssss......... PLACE---JUNIOR HOSTEL MY ROOM--JUST ATTACHED WITH MAIN GATE OF JNR. HSTL. and main gate--locked (mostly)(for first 4 months),so my room was main targeted room........ 1st month--it was ok....... not cool, aftr 2nd month onwards-- seniors(mostly 4th yrs) started introduction by window at midnite and most of people kno how de introduce demselves, i kno it very well but i can't explain here,so every night from 0000hr to 0300(0400)hrs were intro. hrs and the nite became so hot for us an....n....d..........ok......its enough. but i had enjoyed it also, seniors se bach ke ya .....c...kaat ke..............ya.......ya...............ya....ya....so many trick....funda....jagah...adde......whatever............ Now i can face any problem on-board ship as I THINK SO........ Now officially-- Its a paramilitary college so........daily routines are/were ....as......follows........ i> 0600hrs-->PT, ii> 0800hrs-->ROOM CHECK, iii> 0830hrs->-MORNING CHECK......nnnow 0815hrs, iv> 0845hrs-->classes, till1600hrs (cool.............for slllllll.....), v> 1630hrs-->SPORTS FALL-IN, vi> 1900hrs-->EVENING CHECK, vii> 2000hrs-->ROOM CHECK, viii>2030hrs-->NIGHT FALL-IN, ix> 2300hrs-->BED CHECK(not there when i was in 1st yr). hav a look on pic. below-----fall-in(every check was done like this) In 1st yr everything sud be proper,means proper----> well dressed(different-2 uniform for diff.-2 check ), shoe polished, proper 1st yr haircut(1-2cm long)(as u can check above pic.), shaved (not for me......coooooool....why?.......as u(rung)can understand it......), socks(as per uniform), at right time, a name tag (until didnt hav name plate), so many batch mate list(4pages(with d name,iit rank & places of 117 cadets)),rank holder list(1page)(rank holder is like a house captain) (hand written, to tear(name tag also)) etc. Its 1/100......................................................................................... 1%....... aftr 1st yr its officially but most of thing we don't follow. and final yr very-2 very much cooooooooooooool................... Don't afraid if som1 wants to join dis institute,now everything is cool,no ragging ,even no one can touch u in first yr,because so many examples(punishment) are here(not written in blog(common--suspension(must) and ++....u can't imagine....etc)),so no one can..............u, but if u r getting any nits, so prefer that one then..............whatever yor goal.........then........TS Chankya than MERI(at last). But....but....... only then if u think "i will study as much as possible and crack CAT"or whatever.............. haan to sunane mein kafi khatarnak lag raha hoga par aisa nahi hai, kyonki mera sochana hai ki ,yahaan se jyada achchha future mere liye shayad aur kahi nahi. If u like this line then u can join this college because i like this college very much and line 'as usual' because i kno..........kitna hum padte hain...........and future i guess u kno..........b...b..but but ....a..aa.. don............when'll hav taste........then a..aa..ill............till then.......... >>na jane kab se ummiden kuchh baki hai...........ab to aadat si hai mujhko aise jeene mein... now I'm Gonna Leave You........................... ________________Dugtal_______________

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angels are everywhere in all ages and come at all ages.. humm..now its time to ride to mussoorie from old school SMS. after reading rake ka kissa, mujhe mera kissa yaad agaya. grade 2 one gal and 2 guys. The one gal from darjeeling, daughter to our teacher and the 2 dudes me and himanshu(i hope he is not offended). One of her friend's fallen for hemu, so now it was like a love quadrangle. As rake said innocent love, bachpan mein hawa ka jhonkha.it was this second lady's idea that the 2 boys fight for the first lady's love. damn and can you believe, the 2 boys faught for their lady. dang i dont even remember what was the outcome of the fight. all i remember was that in a couple of days this sweet lady love of ours left school as her parents moved to another state with a better job. But let me tell you, me and hemu still maintained that friendship of ours, that fight was just a momentary bachpana of ours. Apna bachpan was so pyar bhara, gone are those days. now let me rekindle my thoughts and think of another kissa from grade 3. Rake bro, now its your turn for katha. come up with a one.

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I really don’t know how to start this one! I don’t know if we have any rules stating that such and such is a right age when you can like someone. Well this kid Rakesh was in class 1 in Steiner Memorial School and his angel was a class senior to him. I am not sure about the source of his feelings. Now as I think bout it I wonder weather the source of kid’s feeling was the girl herself or the bollywood movies. But what I can say is that it was all mushy and very innocent. I remember the kid watched a movie named “ Sanam Bewafa” and he used to compare the actress with his angel hahhaahaha. As a kid one or two things Rakesh knew about love was that guy has to be older than girl. So one fine day he went up to her and asked her, her age. Her reply broke kid’s heart. (most innocent moment of my life )She was bout 6 months older . Well this little Rakesh kid was so in love that he made himself believe that she must be not sure bout her age. He used to find the slightest excuses to talk to her and believe me he clapped the hardest when she got a prize. Well the kid changed his school and never told her bout all this, infact didn’t see her for 12 yrs after that. Now Rakesh the nomore kid is here writing this blog and is sure that she still has no clue. Don’t remember my first day in school but this is the best memory of my Steiner Memorial School which amuses me a lot coz I was in class ONE then.. And yeah what happened in class ONE stayed in class One.

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chhira chhira, gone are those days. days in SMS were really great, though i remember only few things from there. I remember the principal Mr. Paul, i met him several times in mussoorie too. my lala was my escort to-from school. rakesh (the smart dude) always had to step out of the line. he reminded me of one incident that i vaguely could rekindle. Rakesh remember that rinki wala kissa,man when i look back into it, it seemed so funny. i think you made me cry and then later you got a thrashing too. wow! one incident i never forgot was that as a kid while coming back from school i had a fight with someone outside our house premises and i pushed that person into paccho ka plantation, uuuuuuh! it was not until i met amita 4 yrs back that she told me she was the one. i guess the mystery of this incidence was solved for me. i did say sorry to her then. i also remember peter and monica always having fights and another bully was chinto. he recognised me after so many years when we met at the haldwani bus stand. long time! my last day in SMS i was punished and all because of mukki and arvind. it was prayer time in the morning gathering we had (call it assembly or chapel) they were trying to pull me and thuck me and i shouted aloud. all three had to stand before the whole school. i also remember apni monica winning the topper prize in SMS as she topped the school at that time, i remember i stood 4th in my class, not bad though. i guess i still see that prize (a double decker tifin box) which i later took it from her. It now lies in my kitchen corner resting for nearly 1.5 decades now. As i grew up , it was my turn to go to school (SMS) and pick up my bro Sandeep( ab to mujhse bhi bada ho gaya hai). This is the school we had built our basics, have to visit this school. anyways how is the school doing nowadays, heard these days its out of business because of the competition from the other school( i dont know the name). i know its been opend by late Mohini lala'a son. Mohini lala, himanshu,chitra di and me in mussoorie thats a different story now. mere sir par unka bbhi ashirwad hai.

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Going thru my schools (Steiner Memorial School aka SMS)Group pic was quite a thrilling n too nostalgic …thanx to Rakesh/kailash. It resurfaced the memories which was treasured deep inside my heart. It remined me of my school days when i was young n “stupid” …...(though sum still has the same notion abt me ……;) I remember sitting on the duck swing boat …… its to n fro motion was a ultimate joyride . Another swing (jhula ) where we used to make attempts reach as high as possible. Many students end up bleeding after being hit by the jhula ......... I remember my first date to school, where my mom accompanied me and as far as my memory goes Mr Sudhir Da (Bohra) was the one to whom my mom left me crying :(… time passed by n I grew little older …..… My good old frens r Mahesh Aitwal ,Chiru Patiyal,Dinesh Kutiyal, Sandeep Joshi , Jamshed, n the list goes on……….with whom i had fun, laughter, bonding and tears. years of memories collected and stored . Cherished and enjoyed like the treasures of the most avid collectors of high art. Its the stuff that lights up the day of my life far away from loved ones. luckily myself n Dinesh’s working in the same organization(DRDO) in Doon. N sumtime we end up rembering thos days …. I used to trouble most of them n once dinesh was so much frustrated that he hit me with the sharp blade n the mark is still intact …………:( My frens from primary school (till today I wonder why it is called kanya school even though its co-ed ) which is few metres from ours ….. used to shout “YOGI’ from the window of our class n run away …..n all the heads of the class turning towards me….. It was so embarrassing ….yet nice way of getting attention …… n I enjoyed it …:)) One man I’ll never forget is our Kashi Bhaiya…(whose job was to ring the bell on time) During my LKG n UKG phase I used to sleep in the class…. Most of the time he took the pain to carry me on his back from school to bangobagar, my home. Sumtime I used to act as if im sleepin so as to enjoy the ride ;) I rem goin back to home in scorching sun n climbing the steep road (from Uko Thalo to Yerto Thalo). N wat a feel when we used to sit under the shade of Retha Syin n wing blowing n flapping the leaves took away all our pains. Living proof of the power of the invisible …..who can refresh n fill u with energy ….. Within those years we grew from young n stupid kids to gawky teenagers n then into men ( in to men ,,,,,???????);) Unsure, a bit insecure about the future but still with the right spirit, and more importantly with the right values. During my school days I had a privilege of having a personal hair dresser who took care of my hairs … he’s none other than my Ba (My dad) . i always wore short hairs (brush cut ) n each strand was like a needle ….thanx to him … Tears dropped down the cheeks everytime my dad asked for scissors. Yet.... like others I luv my dad n till date I make sure to cut my hairs short (though not like brushcut )…. neatly cut n well groomed …… before I go home U never know when the scissor's out …..:) …..!!!!!!!!

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this trip, we ( me, pushkar singh kutiyal ji and pradeep gunjyal ji) tried to meet and analyze the data we have collected so far. but delhi's distances ensured that it didnt happen, pushkar singh kutiyal ji (psk) was to come from dwarika to dilshad garden area where me and pradeep gunjyal ji (pg) were waiting for him. psk tried with his bike first and that gave way in midway and he had to go back to dwarika. then he made second attempt to come using bus/ metro and by the time he reached CP it was so late in the night that kids would have had problem for school next day, so he had to return from mid way again. we finally managed to meet on my return journey when he had invited delhi junat for small house warming pooja in Dwarika new house. we did manage to disuss briefly and he planned that soon he will put is internet connection and pc at new house and then we would resume on this project. so as they say in islam .. insha-allah!!!!

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