Mech71

2 016 marks fifty years of friendship of a group of some fifty 16-17 years old boys most of whom met for the first time in 1966 as students to a mechanical engineering program at IIT Delhi. Many first met outside the cabin of an aging Sikh Doctor who stripped them before pronouncing them fit for the program.  Over the next several years these boys not only became Mechanical Engineering graduates, some went on to become leading professionals, businessmen, professors etc. in India and around the world, some poets, thinkers, activists and spiritualists too after concluding successful professional careers, each exploring and moving through life in his own unique way similar to no other member of the group yet each an equally important component of a single beautiful tree. As an example the chief of the Indian IRS now retired, Vinod Khurana, has become a prolific poet. Much shall be found about the doings and lives of members in earlier posts of this blog. Through it all,...

T hree Mech71ers, Anil Sood, Prabhat Saxena and Kiran Chander along with their wives - Sandhya, Nalini and Ranjana got together recently for an evening of Bonhomie and reflections in Toronto. This picture was snapped by Nalini. It appears that Anil Sood came with his lady in waiting (on left rear) who looks rather bewildered at how such gentlemen can continue to generate such yuuge love in their gatherings even after 50 years of friendship, for this is the 50th golden jubilee year of friendships for Mech71 Sir Gill was honored on the occassion by hanging a portrait of him in an ornate silver frame. He lives nearby but could not make it to the event due to a pressing matter. A Philosophical interpretation of dress colors worn in the group KC, yellow: If one deals with difficult issues of life with calm, happiness surrounds. Anil: striped gray-blue: A life of quiet reflection and alertness Prabhat: Black, Still Sexy Sandhya: Black and white, a zest for life Ranjana: Black, q...

The Golden Jubilee moment has now become a year of celebrations Congratulations to all members of Mech71 for their Golden Jubilee Year 2016 Mech71 Association is an association of friendship between 1971 Mechanical engineering graduates of IIT Delhi. All of the members complete fifty, 50, years of their introduction to each other during this year. They first met in 1966. During this year, 2016, any meeting between any members by chance or design initiated by any member or groups of members is a celebration of this Golden Jubilee 2016 or GJ16 enshrined in letters of gold that emerge from the heart. Note 1:  The Background image for the artwork is Nainital, a destination many expressed a desire to visit in company of each other, time and circumstances permitting, aside most certainly from New Delhi where they first met Note 2:  The word Jubilee coming to us from English has the following origin as per Wikipedia: “The year of Jubi...

The Dancing duo of mech71 - Gill and Mal F or any social group to thrive what is required is the active participation of members. The most active in India have been Marwaha and Manchanda in the North and Ramu down South while it has been Sudheer, Julka and Johri across the oceans for the longest period while several others have also played very active roles for briefer periods. A couple of members must take the lead to keep things rolling. perhaps this latter roll has been played by two members known most often by their nick names as Gill and Mal within Mech71. This archives photo from around 2000, recently dug up by Gill shows both dancing to the tune of Rajasthani folk Musicians on a dusky winter evening in New Delhi. May God Bless all in this group of Mech71 and add happiness in their lives and help them to add happiness in the world

T his blog post is written while  a Mech71 reunion is on in USA. It shall be reported here if and when details arrive. In the meantime Dinesh Gupta one of the most beloved and most  kindly human of our group (aside from being a Dr. in engineering and a highly respected Professor in his field) has sent this photo of a lunch that is underway at Niagra falls. He is a small dot in the photo on left last. The front cheerful photos on left and right are two of the bed rocks of mech71 KC and Johri on left and right and one in the middle with a cap is the Mech71 tycoon, Julka who shall be playing a collaborative role with this blogger for the Golden Jubilee next year in Nainital along with the Delhi stalwarts of Mech71 - Manchanda and Marwaha - hopefully. The event was organized by Sir Bittoo Gill, the Mech71 stalwart across the Atlantic and Pacific oceans depending on the direction one takes from Delhi. He has been organizing and taking the lead in most of the these annual ev...

E arlier in the day, I had sent this letter to a mech71 friend but it has useful content for others of the world and therefore it is published here in the public domain too (with slight editing to make it more suitable and useful for public view) A view of the home from where this letter was composed D ear Vijay A fter our discussion last night and a pleasant nap and bath, my mind reviewed our exchange of yesterday. They were spontaneous responses, well thrashed out there and nothing needs repeating but my mind went to one statement of yours to the effect – these are hard economic times and those who work for a living have to manage day to day – or something to that effect, and these were my thoughts on that Vijay, even I do not have much money, but feel comfortable primarily because if one has one’s home to live in, it does not cost much to live in India in simplicity which is the happiest and most graceful way to live in a world where many suffer from ...

A fellow mech71er, Rajive Johri, a retired President of a leading bank in USA today included this wonderful poem in an email with the following message, When an old woman died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Saskatchewan, the nurses going through her meager possessions, found this poem. This little old woman, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ’anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.   Crabby Old Lady What do you see nurses?  What do you see? What are you thinking, when you're looking at me? A crabby old lady, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes? Who dribbles her food, and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice, I do wish you'd try who seems not to notice, the things that you do. And forever is losing, a sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will, with bathing and feeding, a long day to fill. Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see? Th...