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SaikapiansAbroad Annual Dinner 2009-10 (Canada)
Written by Administrator   
Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:00

The SaikapiansAbroad Annual Dinner will be held on Saturday, 13th Feb 2010 at Platinum Convention Center, (click here to view map) Woodbridge, Ontario, Canada.

This will be a family event. The admission fee for each adult participant is CAD$20. Children and parents of Saikapians will be admitted at no charge.

Please register at your earliest so that we have a good idea of the numbers to plan for snacks and meals.

We are seeking volunteers (Saikapian/Spouse/parent/child) who would like to perform an item such as a song, mono act dance etc. We already have some volunteers. If you are interested then please contact us with your name, the item and the time you need to present to help us plan it in advance.

There will be activities for all ages and we promise that it will be a fun event.

Agenda for the night

Date:----------------------->13th February 2010
Venue:--------------------->Platinum Convention Center, 17 Vinyl Court, Woodbridge, Ontario L4L4A3 (Ph 1-888-343-3433, 905-265-1196)
Dress Code:--------------->Business Casual
Registration:-------------->18:30 HRS
Appetizers:---------------->19:00 HRS
Formal Business:--------->19:30 To 19:45 HRS  (Nomination of Organizing Committee)
Bar Opens:---------------->19:45 HRS
Dinner:--------------------->21:30 To 23:30 Hrs
Open Dance Floor:------>23:00 Hrs
Close and Departure:--->00:30 Hrs

Entertaining items prepared by Saikapians for Saikapians will be presented throughout the evening.

Please complete the following registration form at the earliest to help us plan the event.

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Short Story: Happy New Year
Written by Dev Kumar Vasudevan   
Thursday, 14 January 2010 02:59

Abhimanyu was sipping a cup of hot tea sitting in his bunker at an infantry post in Arunachal Pradesh- India’s easternmost province which bordered China. He had been here for six months. It was the rainy season when he had just arrived here in July immediately after getting commissioned into a battalion of the Mahar Regiment. He had got fed up of the rains. Now it was the snow. He had had enough of it. He would do anything if his commanding officer would give him leave for a few days and he could visit his hometown, Delhi. He was desperate to meet Vinita. His fellow subalterns in the battalion would often tease him that she would run away with some ‘corporate type’ if he didn’t visit Delhi soon. Abhimanyu would smile and enjoy the banter. He knew his Vinita.

During the daylight hours he could see the Chinese Army posts across the border. Had it not been for their uniforms the soldiers on the other side could well be from one of those battalions of the Indian Army which had mongoloid troops, say, the Gurkha regiment, the Assam Regiment or the Naga Regiment. He would often see them play volleyball, basketball or soccer on the other side. In the mornings he would see them at drill. Most of them were friendly and would wave across. His own hardy Mahar troops would also smile and sometimes shake hands with the Chinese troops when tourists wanted to take pictures. It was a strange feeling. Abhimanyu knew that if, God forbid, the situation were to deteriorate he would have to fight and kill the men across the barbed wire.

He often wondered at the hopelessness of his post. In case of hostilities breaking out his post would get overrun. They were at a disadvantage. This was a known fact. In fact his battalion’s adjutant had described this post as the ‘Gallantry Award Post.’  What he meant was that in case of war it was this post’s responsibility to keep the Chinese at bay for as long as possible. It was expected that the men at this post would fight till the last bullet and then fix bayonets and charge the enemy. “You are the right person to send here,” the adjutant had teased him. “Yes,” Abhimanyu had replied, “there’s no way I can get out of this post alive if hostilities commence. I will live up to the tradition set by my namesake in the Mahabharata.” The adjutant had laughed out loud and said, “Make sure you get posthumous PVC. It will be good to motivate the boys.” He was referring to the Param Vir Chakra – India’s highest military gallantry award.

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For Old Times Sake
Written by Noel Elis - DS50   
Saturday, 09 January 2010 17:25

I was watching this movie JAB WE MET on TV with my daughter the other day and the heroine (Kareena Kapoor) goes to Punjab. Suddenly on seeing those Sikh gentlemen in the PIND, I went down memory lane to my child hood in Kapurthala. Sheer Nostalgia and the good old days just went past my mind. These are random thoughts and not in a particular sequence.

The air so fresh, Bhole ki lassi, Neelkamal and Pankaj ki chaat, Maheshi ka paan, 5 paise ki candy floss, Tarsem ki kulfi, Ganderis and Ganne ka ras, the Railway station ke cholle bhature and masala papars, garma garm jalebis, jamun ke jungle, grapes ki chori, jai jawan dhabe ka khana, mai ke bhune daane, tandoori rotis and paraunthe, greens (Chinda) ke ban te barfi, Inderjeet canteen wale ke besan ki barfi, CSD canteen ki toffee chori, the smell of cadets mess food, plucking of “ambian” and running for life, collecting the bark of eucalyptus trees called “baalan”, the desi ghee, and milk from the fourth buffalo from the left, that thick malai, that mitti ke sakore mein lassi, kaanjali ki fish, palace ke kabootar, kheton ke titar, watching the harvester combine for hours together, those cycle races, the “pittho” and I-spy in Tilak and Bhagat houses once the holidays started, the long cricket sessions against the of a mango/eucalyptus tree.

I remember Beena, Mr. Mittal’s daughter who was too good at “staapu” and “langri taang”, my brother who could shoot a match stick with an air gun, Malla uncle ki Honda par ride, Pathiram auntie ke ghar par tari daar aloo ki sabzi and puri, those days together of reciting of Mangal bhavan amangal haari……at their place, Mr. Ajmer Singh’s shouting which could be heard for miles, the karah prasaad and langar on gur purb, the holi celeberations, Saxena auntie ke ghar ki mithai, the hiss of the dhobis washing clothes, the dogs in the house, our deer Pinky, the patang baaji in the football grounds, the gulli danda sessions with ajay maher, ajay shah, akhikesh and gang, the tennis sessions with nuppi, ajay and Dimpa, the hens in the back yard, the fruits in  the house, chikoo, malta, amrud, custard apples, papayas, grapes, dhurunj, faalsa, lookat, that raat ki raani ki kushboo, those mogra ke phool, the rows of crotons, the variety of chrysanthemums.

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