Sahil Ailsinghani

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The Grand Reunion.

My Eldest daughter Sonia Motihar settled in Mumbai, surprised me with a visit with her daughters Khushboo and Gulsha. On the left is Khushboo, employed by a NGO and an ace blogger and on the right is Gulsha, doing Chemical Engineering.They spent three days with me that ignited my zest a great deal

Back in Mount Abu

After and interesting stay at my daughter's flat in Mansarovar, Jaipur I am back in Mount Abu AFTER 45 DAYS. My sojourn in Jaipur was eventful and ultimate in comfort and the days definitely flew. For this I have to thank my daughter, Rukmani and her friends Molly and Alan Jobard, who were a great help

Holiday in Jaipur.

I am in Jaipur, after 12 years for a short holiday and recuperation with my second son Rajinder and third daughter, Sarla. After a long time I have escaped the COLD of Mount Abu.

The Pink City has a great deal for relaxation and hospitality. Firstly, my fourth daughter, Rukmani Hazari, who works in an eminent Educational Institute and is suitably settled in a cozy flat in Mansarovar. Then there are her family friends, Molly and Alan Jobard with hospitality and care unlimited. It is a swell set up. Thank you all for all for a wonderful stay..





























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At 82, I have developed a phobia for each and everything in life I face. An uncanny feeling that is persistent. But don't  panic, I am in safe hands. So lfe goes on blissfully, though I am aching all over.

The Time of Reckoning.

My eldest grandson Sahil Ailsinghani graduated in the Hospitality Industry from the IIHM, Ahmedabad in May 2015. It had been his passion to be a part of the Oberoi Group of Hotels. During his study period he tried hard and his wish was fulfilled.

He joined the Oberoi Trident, Hyderabad as the Assistant, Front Office. But he is on the learning curve and is being trained in the high standards of the Hospitality Industry for which the Oberoi Group is unsurpassed.

All the best Sahil. Keep up the good work.

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A Mean Winter

Its the effect of the Polar Vortex that has paralyzed life in the northern region.Here in Mount Abu the night temperature hovers around -2 C but in the Himalayan Region it is more and marked by snowfall and hail storms. But the cold is bearable and bracing. One can be suitably togged, move around and eat well. But not all in India can afford it. Here is the view of frozen Niagara Falls in the USA, facing the impact of Polar Vortex.

Touching New Horizons

My eldest grand son Sahil Ailsinghani was in town for a couple of days.A second year student of Hotel Management at International Institute of Hotel Management of Ahmedabad, he has been selected for 6 months of Industrial Training at the Oberoi Trident, Nariman Point, Mumbai.

Needless to say, he is very much excited about the honor bestowed upon him. The Hospitality Industry has beckoned him and he is putting in  great effort in excelling at the management. He was in town to  meet us all as well the doting relatives he has. He left this evening on a very happy and enthusiastic note. He needs the BLESSINGS of every one.

My Second Grandson Tanmay

This introduces, Tanmay, son of my second son Rajendra Singh, promoter of Jubilee Hostel, Mount Abu-Rajasthan-India and Renu, a senior English teacher in Rotary Integrated Senior Secondary School, Mount Abu, Rajasthan-India.

Tanmay 13 years , the only son of doting parents  is rotund, rather pampered, student of class IX in my old Alma Mater, St. Mary's High School, Mount Abu, established in 1887. 

Tanmay, academically, is a mediocre with the potential to do much better. He is loquacious for comfort, glib, quizzical , loves gossip and tends to be argumentative at times. He is a natty dresser, thus a bit of a show off, an accomplished chess player but a bad loser. He, however is indeed presentable, resourceful  and possesses the acumen to fare much better in his adult years and carve a niche in society. May God Bless Him.

As of passing class X Tanmay has rmerged as a topper, having passed class XI Commerce stream in his school.

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MONSOON in Mount Abu

With eagerness, the arrival of the monsoon is awaited by the people of Abu as well as the rest of the country. It is an exalting relief after months of excessive or subtle heat , mild drought and dust, to smell the delicious scent of wet earth once more, to see the trees, bushes and hill sides cleansed of dust and to see the greenery springing to life.The rain seems truly beautiful and provider of food to India's millions. Yet after the monsoon has been unusually active for some weeks, it is often cursed as heartily as its arrival was welcomed. And, mind you rain is a blessing as far as water does not leak through the roofs or seeps through the walls. But water flowing in the meandering scenic hill streams tops the reservoirs for  regular supply of the Elixir of Life and imparts infinite beauty to the picturesque and brimming Nakki Lake, the one and only beauty spot of the hill station.

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The Book I Managed To Miss

Over last 70 years, say since my early school days I have been a diligent and voracious reader, in my mother tongue Sindhi and my prime infatuation English and of course Hindi, Urdu and Gujarati fiction and translations there of in English.

Yesterday during the monsoon cleaning of my book racks I stumbled upon a paperback edition of " Six Great Modern Short Novels". The inside cover had an inscription - Nirmal Kumar Dhadhal 1955. I immediately and nostalgically recalled the gentleman. He was the enigmatic ruler of an erstwhile small state in Saurashtra, India. He had settled down in Mount Abu with his privy purse to educate his children and lead a sedate life.I came in touch with him when he had visited my curio shop. Somewhat depressed, he was impressed by a couple of  books lying on my counter and marveled as to how I combined serious reading with my vocation.

The next day he returned, bringing with him a copy of " Six Great Modern Short Novels " and handing it to me shyly confided that he had bought the book for the heck of it but never got around to reading it and that I should read the same. I took the book home but lost touch with its owner. Some days later rumour circulated that Nirmal Kumar had disappeared under mysterious circumstances,leaving his family distraught. Side by side, the book was either misplaced or lost in my array of unread books , thus I managed to miss the extraordinary read for around 57 years.

Finding the book after so many years is the best thing that has happened to me lately,as I had been hard up for suitable reading material. I have started with ' The Overcoat' by Nikolay Gogol. It is an immortal and exhaustive short work of fiction set in Russia and so must be the rest with the following titles:
The Dead  by James Joyce.
Billy Budd Foretopman by Herman Melville.
Noon Wine by Katherine Ann Porter.
The Pilgrim Hawk by Glenway Wescott.
The Bear by William Faulkner.

The Keeper of the Bees

While relaxing in my garden, one fine morning, a couple of bees buzzed by and then were back instantly to refresh my otherwise active memory about having read 'The Keeper of the Bees' by Gene Stratton-Porter in my school way back in 1953.

The narration, a classical environmental read is about an immaculately laid out Bee Garden- Apiary in California, its elderly keeper, the Bee Master and his very young girl friend and honorary partner, an impish tomboy, who while wisecracking incessantly and humorously claims to have lived happily, every minute of her teenage years.

The book also centers on a Scottish immigrant, an ailing war veteran who while hitchhiking enters the Bee Garden, well in time to see its master afflicted by a seizure and then to phone the doctor and provide first aid as instructed. While awaiting the doctor's arrival, the Bee Master moved by teh sicerity f the unexpected visitor, implores him to be his guest and stay put till his return from the hospital. So the story moves poignantly

The book published in 1925 is still in print and can be read online. Here is to Happy Reading!