Soldier and Professional

I would like to share this interesting discovery from a classmate's son who has just recovered from dengue fever. Apparently, his son was in a critical stage at the SJMC ICU when his pallet count dropped to 15 after 15 litres of blood transfusion. His father was so worried that he sought another friend's recommendation and his son was saved. He confessed to me that he gave his son raw juice of papaya leaves. From a pallet count of 45 after 20 litres of blood transfusion, and after drinking the raw papaya leaf juice, his pallet count jumped instantly to 135. Even the doctors and nurses were surprised. After the second day, he was discharged. So he asked me to pass this good news around. Accordingly it is raw papaya leaves, 2pcs just cleaned and pound and squeezed with filter cloth. You will get only 1 tablespoon per leaf; so 2 tablespoons per serving once a day. Do not boil or cook or rinse with hot water, else it will loose its strength. Take only the leafy part and no stem ...

ROLE OF MAZARS IN THE TOWN PLANNING IN INDIA 1. Having lived through fifties to this millennium, I have had the opportunity to have visited many remote and not very remote places in the country. My father’s as well as my career in the Army facilitated lots of travel and opportunity to have seen almost all the country. 2. In most of the towns that we have been transferred to, one land mark that cannot escape one’s attention is the mazar. On the GT Road at Firozpur, near Jawahar Lal Nehru park and within the Military Hospital at Jallandhar, near Officers Mess at Jhansi, on the edge of the Airport at Jammu are few that I can recall 3. Fifties to seventies were rather lethargic decades, in that the development in those years was rather leisurely. As such the mazars never came the way of development. Since the seventies, whence there has been a noticeable spurt in the construction activity, mazars construction and development of which presumably did not foresee the feverish construction act...

The Edge At Shillong, my wife and I went for site seeing at Elephanta Waterfalls. This was somewhere in 1991. My wife was holding her purse and walking ahead of me, down to the site from where we could see the waterfall. Suddenly a thief snatched her purse and took a route climbing a hill. As she yelled, I followed him up the hill. From the top there was a descent, where I fell and slipped downwards. At a certain stage I stopped and stood up. Here I was at the edge of the sheer fall, which I did not realise since in the fallen state I was at an angle where I could not see what was in front of me. I got up, raised myself to full height, and prepared to race ahead to follow the thief. As providence would have it I noticed that there was fall at the edge of my feet. This prompted me to look down. Lo and behold, I was at the edge of the sheer vertical fall, the lower level of which was nothing less than 200 feet. By instinct, I took a step back, turned about, ran up the hill, looking for t...