Welcome to the Odd family…a “house” which is lovingly (almost lovingly) shared by four aspiring young men. Our house includes a kitchen, two bedrooms with attach baths, and a living room, fully mosaiced somewhere in the dingy, crowded and so called notorious area of the country’s capital. Well, I will come to the description of our locality in detail, later.
Though we share our room as most of the young men and women do in Delhi to save their earnings…but our story is quite different and interesting than others….as I think so because neither I have been so fortunate to know the story of other such roommates nor I am actually interested.
So where should I begin with…Our lifestyle first or about the bond that is shared between four different individuals living under a same roof?
First things first…let me tell you, how we got to know each other. The tale started in 2005 August at Dhenkanal, a sleepy hamlet in Orissa. Actually three of us including me belong to the proud alumnus of Indian Institute of Mass Communication. Yours truly, Arun Jyoti Pegu, the son Ahom and Dhiren Dhuku, all way from the land of Habib Tanvir’s inspiration, Raipur were in the same batch of 2005-06 of IIMC. And this is how we got to know each other. You must be wondering who’s the fourth one? He is Ajaz Khan, born in Raipur, Chattisgarh happens to be a long time friend of Dhiren.
We live in a place called Khirki Goan, which is supposedly a den of cheap females but till now none of us have been so “fortunate” (read loser) to come across one. In any case I like the place… I like places which are crowded, shanty looking and having shady lanes. Where people celebrate their neighbours daughter’s wedding with as much passion as their own daughter’s. Actually, I find a great attachment with lower middle class people as they carry no pretence and all those high-class shits.
Not boring you much let me tell you that what is so “INTERESTING” about these four odd men. Now stop trying to read between the lines and expect weekly gay orgy session amongst us.
Nothing of that sort…..it is just a simple story of four humans living together with different lifestyles and mindset. But despite all differences a common thread that links us is…we all are unsatisfied with our professional lives. Isn’t that interesting…the losers’ paradise?
Start with Dhiren, because he is the proclaimed boss of our “Home” (Dhiren would be happy to hear that word HOME). I don’t think others will buy my argument but I a care a fig. I think he is born a leader. Even during our Dhenkanal days he was the one whom everybody use to look up to for any kind of arrangements…you can also call him a Jugad King!!
This dark, bulky chap works in Financial Express, presently one of the best business newspapers of the country as a sub editor. Sad part, he really wants to make it big in mainstream reporting. Where he would cover social issues and all those pro- Aam Admi
type stories. But alas, he is making pages…. that too Page 3.
Now, Arun PEGU Jyoti’s story….No no they are not three people. Arun, who is better known as Pegu, Pegs, Tsumani among us is all the way from Arunachal Pradesh. He is actually trying hard to get a sarkari job. But bad luck he is stuck in making smses for a news agency called Indo-Asian News Agency. At times I think that he wasted his money, energy and his precious time (age) in doing this mass communication course. He should have started preparing for some government jobs as soon as completed his bachelors. But again he is Pegu, the man who is always confused!!
“Please yaar 5 minute aur sone dena”….this how I associate Ajaz Khan. When the world wakes up to start their daily errand. Mr Khan goes to bed. I think this is enough for guessing about Ajaz’s profession. Yes, he works in a call center.
Ajaz is a wonderful character. He too is fed up with his nocturnal lifestyle. He wants to quit this BPO sector and get something for himself in the finance sector, especially banking. But he too, is waiting for a right break.
The best part about this chap is he is a real hard worker. I believe he is the only among us who can work 24*7….have seen him doing two 12 hours shift at a stretch. Hats off boss!!
That’s it, this was the story of my roommates…Oops! How can I forget telling about myself…chal ab meri bari. Hmmmm, where should I start?
Okay, I started my career as a free lancer for a month with The Hindustan Times. But when things didn’t work out there, I moved into an unhappening paper called The Statesman in Siliguri. Unhappening, because, despite of its 130-year in news making business, Statesman is dying now. There lots of issues behind this degradation, I think I should better not start discussing about it. Initially, I was very happy to go back home and do reporting from my birthplace. But gradually I realized after witnessing the office conditions and the slow pace of Siliguri, that Siliguri is not for me. I am dreamer and have always dreamt of making big in life. When I saw the progress of few of my batch mates in Delhi….I felt that Delhi is THE place to make my career. Left the job and packed my bag and raised the slogan of Delhi Chalo.
Tough luck followed here too…struggled for around 2 months and finally got a job in MOBILE ESPN. The last think I had ever thought in my life…doing sports journalism. I never played any cricket in my life and now I am making stories on cricket world cup. I don’t know when will I get a break in the thing which I want to work and i.e. crime reporting.
Any editors reading this piece???
So, lastly I am done discussing about my roomies and myself. The story of four simple, unadulterated, aspiring individuals.
Life is tough for all of us but still we are trying to make our selves comfortable in doing what we actually don’t like (rather deserve). I think this is LIFE…is it ??
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Hoping against hope...
Started the day a bit late, actually the new cosy bed (and of course the new bed partner!) together, gave such a good sleep that my sun rose at around 10.30am. Hurriedly I had to run for my new phone connection, which I finally got it….my few friends often complain that in my six years of mobile luxury I have almost changed my number a 100 times.
Meanwhile, Joy-bra had turned up at our place to say hi, which he had to store for tomorrow due to my absence.
My journey to HT office was almost like that of Hindi cinema, where an unemployed hero walks down aimlessly in search of job. Actually I thought to discover a new bus stop, which took almost a an hour long walk.
Finally when I reached the HT Next office, the one-hour walking exercise turned out to be partially fruitful. The boss, Mr Bipin Mudgal apparently seemed a nice man. Though he said that there was no vacancy for me but said that there is a vacancy for trainees. I was feeling so nice in that situation that I could not utter that I am ready to work as a trainee….after all I am trainee at TS.
But any ways I have decided to call him up tomorrow and tell him that beggars are not choosers and would try to work on that trainee vacancy.
The best part of the day was my written test at the India Today. The GK question looked Hebrew to me. At a point I was cursing myself for not knowing such silliest things like how many states are there in the country.
However, Nardeep who saw my credentials seemed impressed and also told me to give the test at ease….may be he could make out that how tensed I was after seeing those ugly questions.
I don’t think I would be able to make it there, provided if my stars shine up as bright as of Nishi’s and Preeti’s (just kidding!)
Well, tomorrow I have to fix up an appointment and meet Soumitra da, I don’t know how helpful he might turn out to be, but again you never know kab stars click kargaye !
Meanwhile, Joy-bra had turned up at our place to say hi, which he had to store for tomorrow due to my absence.
My journey to HT office was almost like that of Hindi cinema, where an unemployed hero walks down aimlessly in search of job. Actually I thought to discover a new bus stop, which took almost a an hour long walk.
Finally when I reached the HT Next office, the one-hour walking exercise turned out to be partially fruitful. The boss, Mr Bipin Mudgal apparently seemed a nice man. Though he said that there was no vacancy for me but said that there is a vacancy for trainees. I was feeling so nice in that situation that I could not utter that I am ready to work as a trainee….after all I am trainee at TS.
But any ways I have decided to call him up tomorrow and tell him that beggars are not choosers and would try to work on that trainee vacancy.
The best part of the day was my written test at the India Today. The GK question looked Hebrew to me. At a point I was cursing myself for not knowing such silliest things like how many states are there in the country.
However, Nardeep who saw my credentials seemed impressed and also told me to give the test at ease….may be he could make out that how tensed I was after seeing those ugly questions.
I don’t think I would be able to make it there, provided if my stars shine up as bright as of Nishi’s and Preeti’s (just kidding!)
Well, tomorrow I have to fix up an appointment and meet Soumitra da, I don’t know how helpful he might turn out to be, but again you never know kab stars click kargaye !
A journey of a budding journo begins...
17122006, Khirki village, New Delhi
The Delhi episode of my life begins here today, after much initial hiccups. Actually I was a bit apprehensive to leave the already set cosy environment of my home, friends and acquaintances of my beloved town, Siliguri.
Finally, it’s Delhi, the town full of confused lots! I don’t know what lies ahead of my career. May be a lucrative job or have to pack my bag and return back to pavilion (But believe me, I would hate to go back and see the ugly face of KK Chowdhury)
The Statesman (TS), Siliguri has no doubt helped me a lot to learn the tricks of the trade, especially how to handle stupid boss and arrogant bullying seniors. I think this experience would help me in future anywhere I go to work.
My work experience in TS may also positively get handy here in the media capital but this would be best judged in the days ahead.
Yes, indeed TS, the brand helped me a lot in Siliguri but in a different manner. I got those wonderful seniors, friends that I have today, who have been a great help in pushing me down to come to Delhi for a better future (??)
Dawat Thek, literally had been a wonderful place to discuss everything and any thing under the sun with few cups of ‘mindblowing’ tea (made by Kapil, the great). Provided those comments made by my senior, Bappa (who also used to attend that thek), which had to be digested with a pinch of salt.
A commendable part of this episode goes to Mr Subhendu Ray. He was the one who almost kicked my *** to leave the place for a better opening in Delhi. He has been really helpful….thank you boss!!
Pre-Delhi episode is also very interesting….it needs a mention yaar! I had to almost kill my grandfather, who presently might be enjoying a heavenly abode. Actually in order to convince my office I had to play this ugly game of making my grandpa terribly ill with brain stroke in Kanpur at my uncle’s place, my grandpa incidentally died 22 years ago. And tell you the truth, I have no such uncle or aunt in Kanpur….he he he he.
I hope this ugly lie won’t piss off my grandpa and stop getting me any job in Delhi (at times I believe in the power of dead souls). But there was no way out….sorry grandpa!
Lastly, I think I should go and sleep otherwise Mr Pegu wont allow me to share his blanket. Goodnight.
The Delhi episode of my life begins here today, after much initial hiccups. Actually I was a bit apprehensive to leave the already set cosy environment of my home, friends and acquaintances of my beloved town, Siliguri.
Finally, it’s Delhi, the town full of confused lots! I don’t know what lies ahead of my career. May be a lucrative job or have to pack my bag and return back to pavilion (But believe me, I would hate to go back and see the ugly face of KK Chowdhury)
The Statesman (TS), Siliguri has no doubt helped me a lot to learn the tricks of the trade, especially how to handle stupid boss and arrogant bullying seniors. I think this experience would help me in future anywhere I go to work.
My work experience in TS may also positively get handy here in the media capital but this would be best judged in the days ahead.
Yes, indeed TS, the brand helped me a lot in Siliguri but in a different manner. I got those wonderful seniors, friends that I have today, who have been a great help in pushing me down to come to Delhi for a better future (??)
Dawat Thek, literally had been a wonderful place to discuss everything and any thing under the sun with few cups of ‘mindblowing’ tea (made by Kapil, the great). Provided those comments made by my senior, Bappa (who also used to attend that thek), which had to be digested with a pinch of salt.
A commendable part of this episode goes to Mr Subhendu Ray. He was the one who almost kicked my *** to leave the place for a better opening in Delhi. He has been really helpful….thank you boss!!
Pre-Delhi episode is also very interesting….it needs a mention yaar! I had to almost kill my grandfather, who presently might be enjoying a heavenly abode. Actually in order to convince my office I had to play this ugly game of making my grandpa terribly ill with brain stroke in Kanpur at my uncle’s place, my grandpa incidentally died 22 years ago. And tell you the truth, I have no such uncle or aunt in Kanpur….he he he he.
I hope this ugly lie won’t piss off my grandpa and stop getting me any job in Delhi (at times I believe in the power of dead souls). But there was no way out….sorry grandpa!
Lastly, I think I should go and sleep otherwise Mr Pegu wont allow me to share his blanket. Goodnight.
Noida Killing: A story of marginalisation of migrants
“Our life had become a nightmare for the past two years when children and women started vanishing form the region quite mysteriously. We had no other option but to wait and hope for the well-being of our lost one,” said Mukesh Das, a rickshaw puller from Bihar but have been living in Nithari village of sector 31 Noida for the past six years.
The Nithari village till few years back was a safe haven for these thousands of immigrant labourers coming mainly from Bihar, West Bengal, and Nepal, who had stayed in this village and mostly worked as domestic help, rickshaw puller, factory labourers, and other such menial jobs.
But of late these people became the worst sufferers in this gruesome saga of missing children and women. It was reported by some villagers that the around more than 70 percent of the total people lost from the region, belongs to the group of these immigrant labourers.
Subash Pal, who had migrated to this place from Lalgola, a small village in the district of Malda, West Bengal, some 15 years back, said: “We are poor and mostly all of the senior family members have to go to work, leaving the kids at home. These kids became the easy target of the cold-blooded assassins of the D-5 bungalow,” lamented the sixty years old, Pal.
The Nithari gram pradhan, Ashok Pradhan said about the large settlement of such immigrant labourers in the village, who are staying here since the last fifteen years. He also confirmed, “It is true that out of the total bodies identified from the spot, more than 60 percent were found to be the bodies of children, whose family members have moved into the village from different parts of the country, especially Bengal.”
Walk into these dusty bylanes of this village and almost every dingy matchbox-sized home here has some ugly stories to narrate about kids and women vanishing suspiciously from the region.
For instance, life has been shattered of Aloki Halder and Gopal Halder of West Bengal whose 13-year-old daughter, Bina became one of the victim of the psychopath Moninder Singh Pandher and and his partner-in- crime, Surendra Kohli.
Similarly, one and half year old son of Payel (20) would never be able to get the motherly affection in his life, because his mother too had fallen prey to the perverts. Payel, used to work as a domestic help in a house in Noida, she was living in the village for the past 17 years.
These are the few stories where missing people have been identified by the police out of their remains fished out from the drain of Moninder’s house but there are several other such missing cases of the poor villagers whose family members are just waiting for their loved ones to return home safely.
The incident of such poor immigrants becoming the prey of a serial killer, explains a senior psychologist of Vidya Sagar Institute of Mental Health and Neuro Science, Dr Jitendra Nagpal. He says that the people belonging to the lower economic strata of the society are very vulnerable and easily gullible by such serial killers.
“A psychopaths can read the mindset of the economically poor people and especially juveniles, who can be taken into confidence much easily then a person who is educated and economical sound,” Dr Nagpal adds.
He also stated that in other such cases of serial killing in the country, the most vulnerable lot has always been children and people from lower economical strata of the society. (EOM)
The Nithari village till few years back was a safe haven for these thousands of immigrant labourers coming mainly from Bihar, West Bengal, and Nepal, who had stayed in this village and mostly worked as domestic help, rickshaw puller, factory labourers, and other such menial jobs.
But of late these people became the worst sufferers in this gruesome saga of missing children and women. It was reported by some villagers that the around more than 70 percent of the total people lost from the region, belongs to the group of these immigrant labourers.
Subash Pal, who had migrated to this place from Lalgola, a small village in the district of Malda, West Bengal, some 15 years back, said: “We are poor and mostly all of the senior family members have to go to work, leaving the kids at home. These kids became the easy target of the cold-blooded assassins of the D-5 bungalow,” lamented the sixty years old, Pal.
The Nithari gram pradhan, Ashok Pradhan said about the large settlement of such immigrant labourers in the village, who are staying here since the last fifteen years. He also confirmed, “It is true that out of the total bodies identified from the spot, more than 60 percent were found to be the bodies of children, whose family members have moved into the village from different parts of the country, especially Bengal.”
Walk into these dusty bylanes of this village and almost every dingy matchbox-sized home here has some ugly stories to narrate about kids and women vanishing suspiciously from the region.
For instance, life has been shattered of Aloki Halder and Gopal Halder of West Bengal whose 13-year-old daughter, Bina became one of the victim of the psychopath Moninder Singh Pandher and and his partner-in- crime, Surendra Kohli.
Similarly, one and half year old son of Payel (20) would never be able to get the motherly affection in his life, because his mother too had fallen prey to the perverts. Payel, used to work as a domestic help in a house in Noida, she was living in the village for the past 17 years.
These are the few stories where missing people have been identified by the police out of their remains fished out from the drain of Moninder’s house but there are several other such missing cases of the poor villagers whose family members are just waiting for their loved ones to return home safely.
The incident of such poor immigrants becoming the prey of a serial killer, explains a senior psychologist of Vidya Sagar Institute of Mental Health and Neuro Science, Dr Jitendra Nagpal. He says that the people belonging to the lower economic strata of the society are very vulnerable and easily gullible by such serial killers.
“A psychopaths can read the mindset of the economically poor people and especially juveniles, who can be taken into confidence much easily then a person who is educated and economical sound,” Dr Nagpal adds.
He also stated that in other such cases of serial killing in the country, the most vulnerable lot has always been children and people from lower economical strata of the society. (EOM)
Chocolate tastes bitter in Nithari
It seems that the advertising companies have to really sit back and think for an advertisement of a chocolate inorder to entice the kids of the Nithari village in sector 31 of Noida. The word ‘chocolate’ it self helps to run a shiver down the spines of these kids after the revelation of these serial murders by Moninder Singh Pandher and his servant Surendra Koli, few days ago.
Chocolate was the main item in their list of weapons used to kill their naive victims. Moninder and his friend-in-crime, Surendra used chocolate to lure the local kids inside their house of terror before they sexually assaulted and slain their victims.
Seven-year-old Nikita Singh of the village ran back to her house when she was offered a chocolate. The class two student of DPS Siksha Kendra, Noida said, “I have been strictly ordered by mother not talk or accept any offerings made by strangers.”
The fear psychosis post revelation of the serial murders of their friends have left a gory remarks in their little mind said, a mother of a 10 year old son from the village. The mother, Vinita Singh added, “Few kids from village who were identified as killed by the cold blooded murderer used to play with my son Pankaj. It has really left a serious impact on him.”
Most kids of Nithari are still not allowed to play and roam about freely in their locality. It was found that most of the apprehensive mothers still escorted their children to school and back home since last two years, when the cases of missing children began in this region.
However, few mothers like Sephali Halder said that we have no more fear of losing our kids to those killers because their act as been public and they are behind the bars. “I have started letting my son go out of the home to do the daily errands these days, which I had completely stopped since last one year,” Halder added.
Now kids like Chotu, Sachin Kumar and Varsha Gupta of Nithari village, who had almost stopped their normal daily routine of play and peer interaction due to the excessive security led down by their parents are heaving a sigh of relief. They said that now they can play in their streets and go about anywhere they like in the village. But yes these innocent kids would always think twice before mixing up with any stranger because who knows another serial killer may be on prowl to mess up with their innocent lives.
Chocolate was the main item in their list of weapons used to kill their naive victims. Moninder and his friend-in-crime, Surendra used chocolate to lure the local kids inside their house of terror before they sexually assaulted and slain their victims.
Seven-year-old Nikita Singh of the village ran back to her house when she was offered a chocolate. The class two student of DPS Siksha Kendra, Noida said, “I have been strictly ordered by mother not talk or accept any offerings made by strangers.”
The fear psychosis post revelation of the serial murders of their friends have left a gory remarks in their little mind said, a mother of a 10 year old son from the village. The mother, Vinita Singh added, “Few kids from village who were identified as killed by the cold blooded murderer used to play with my son Pankaj. It has really left a serious impact on him.”
Most kids of Nithari are still not allowed to play and roam about freely in their locality. It was found that most of the apprehensive mothers still escorted their children to school and back home since last two years, when the cases of missing children began in this region.
However, few mothers like Sephali Halder said that we have no more fear of losing our kids to those killers because their act as been public and they are behind the bars. “I have started letting my son go out of the home to do the daily errands these days, which I had completely stopped since last one year,” Halder added.
Now kids like Chotu, Sachin Kumar and Varsha Gupta of Nithari village, who had almost stopped their normal daily routine of play and peer interaction due to the excessive security led down by their parents are heaving a sigh of relief. They said that now they can play in their streets and go about anywhere they like in the village. But yes these innocent kids would always think twice before mixing up with any stranger because who knows another serial killer may be on prowl to mess up with their innocent lives.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Kalimpong...Inherited Glory???
Gompus', Relli Road, Haat Bazar, Durpin Dara and many other such places that are synonymous to Kalimpong comes alive in the Kiran Desai' latest book- Inheritance of Loss. The book which helped Desai to grab the prestigious Man booker award last year.
Well, I personally feel that the book is fair and has given a very vivid description of this lovely town. Guys I am not promoting this lady or her book but read the book once especially those who stay away from this little heaven coz it will give u the feel of nostalgia, revive a sense of belonging for the place and many other emotional jerks.
The story is setup during the 1980's Gorkhland agitation days and some may also feel a sense of hard sarcasm and humiliation for the description of the Nepalese community. In fact, I have also heard some unknown fundamental group had also protested against the book in the town.
Not going in to the controversy….the author has done her best in projecting Kalimpong, in its truest sense. Though the entire book is gloomy but it isn’t a bad read!
Well, I personally feel that the book is fair and has given a very vivid description of this lovely town. Guys I am not promoting this lady or her book but read the book once especially those who stay away from this little heaven coz it will give u the feel of nostalgia, revive a sense of belonging for the place and many other emotional jerks.
The story is setup during the 1980's Gorkhland agitation days and some may also feel a sense of hard sarcasm and humiliation for the description of the Nepalese community. In fact, I have also heard some unknown fundamental group had also protested against the book in the town.
Not going in to the controversy….the author has done her best in projecting Kalimpong, in its truest sense. Though the entire book is gloomy but it isn’t a bad read!
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
When the entire world was crying over the Mumbai bomb blasts that claimed hundreds of innocent lives, a sleepy, nondescript hamlet in Siliguri had its own sad story to tell. But the tragedy of these villagers, though not of the same dimension as the Mumbai massacre, simply went unheard. Unlike the blood thirsty terrorists who planted bombs in the busy suburban railway network in the country’s financial capital, the villains here ~ in Mallevita village in Simulbari area ~ were tuskers, wild elephants who were on their way in search of food.The night of 13th July will always be remembered by every child in Mallevita. It was the fatal night when a herd of more than 30 elephants invaded the village and destroyed more than 30 houses.Not only were people injured but houses attacked and grains destroyed and eaten by the pachyderms. Basanti Nagosia, whose only property was her house, was perhaps the worst affected ~ her house was completely destroyed by the wild attackers. She said: “The night proved to be fatal for us. It was around 9 pm and was raining very heavily when we heard people running out of their houses. When we came out, we saw that a large herd of elephants was entering the village.”Basanti and the others rushed to the nearby church to save their lives, leaving behind their houses at the mercy of the tuskers.More than five quintals of rice was eaten up by the elephants who also destroyed the villagers’ cooking utensils, said Basanti, a tea plucker in the Simulbar tea estate. Ukil Karwa had his own sorrowful tale to narrate. Karwa, who works as a domestic help in the nearby Army camp, had never seen such destruction by tuskers before. “I have been staying in this village for many years and have seen elephant attacks many times in the past. But this time, the damage is immense,” said Ukil, awaiting compensation from the forest department so that he could rebuild his house.The villagers whose houses have been destroyed have temporarily shifted to the church building. But now even the church authorities have asked to them to vacate the premises and go back to their “homes”. Many have, however, received some money from the local government body and five kilos of rice each from the tea garden management.A similar tale of destruction was narrated by the villagers of Kariabari. Three houses were damaged on 14 July when a wild tusker crept into the area in the early hours of dawn.Elephants attacking the region ~ and injuring people and destroying property ~ is not a new phenomenon. Umpteen cases of man-elephant conflict have been recorded in these areas, and while in some cases humans end up losing their lives, in the others the tuskers breathe their last.According to the elephant census of 2000, almost 3000 elephants live in the forests of North Bengal. And as per sources, an average of 50 people and 10 elephants are killed in this human-beast conflict almost every year.The elephants succumb to their injuries inflicted by humans when they attack settlements. Worse still, they are also killed by poachers for their tusks. Again, there are instances when they are found dead on railway tracks after being hit by speeding trains.Much has been said about the man-elephant conflict and wild life activists, too, cry themselves hoarse over the issue of poachers and train accidents. But ultimately, it all comes to naught. Every year the same story is repeated and the loss of elephants and human life and property continues.Pondering over why elephants have increased their forays into human habitations, there is only one answer: perhaps these animals are retaliating against people intruding into their domain. In other words, the areas once considered animal kingdom are now occupied by humans. Forests are being chopped off indiscriminately and resources widely misused. Hence, these beasts are forced to move out of their “homes” and enter those of humans.Elephants, by nature, move from one place to another in search of food and when they come across human settlements on the way, they enter the same, said wild life activist Aniruddha Bose. He further pointed out to the problem of deforestation. “Roads, villages and Army cantonments have been set up in forest areas and this has become the main reason for the man-animal tussle in the region,” he said.Although the problem may seem elephantine, there is a solution to it ~ creating mass awareness. Such awareness drives, however, should be area-specific, said Mr Bose. “Most of the time, these campaigns are carried out in the urban areas and this does not help in any way. Awareness drives should be conducted in places where the man-elephant conflict occurs,” he said.Another step to be taken in this regard is that the relocation of settlements in forest areas. The department officials should take steps to transfer the people staying in forests, said Mr Bose.
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