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This is going to be a long read. Enjoy it at leisure, do not miss out on the fun, and at the end, as you ponder “The Last Note”, you might find that you have, after all, learned something!To begin:India is extremely diverse in culture and selectively tolerant. Even among what seems to be, superficially, a homogenous culture such as at a club, an office or in a former Presidency Town, culture changes from community to community and neighbourhood to neighbourhood.The best approach is “Monkey see, monkey do”. So identify whoever appears to be the NON Alpha Male or NON Alpha Female in any particular group and follow the leader to avoid stepping on corns.You will not be alone. As you will discover, before you are through with this read, most Indians are strangers in India too!There is no such thing as an Indian Indian. There are many Indias. And most are not seen on the radar of Page 3, Parliament, the Bureaucrats, the Judiciary and other Kleptocrats, or fathomed by them, as they only see the alien ideologies, cults and Bollywood/TV/Page three allowed by “political correctness” for their resemblance to the “West” and the Middle East that are venerated by India’s tyrant successors to the Moslems and the British, from which they wish the world's view of India to emerge.There is, however, a dwindling Bharatha Varsha under siege and the Savarna Arya are bound by their residual understanding of Karma and Dharma, the temples, the legends, the festivals and the guidance of Brahmanas that have survived the constant harassment and persecution of the Indian State since the days of Moslem rulers, the British and their successors of the Indian Rapueblic.What is commonly misunderstood about Indian culture?Pretty much everything depending on which India you are looking at and from which Indian (or foreign) point of view.India is a kaleidoscope of religions, cultures, languages-dialects, foods and Nationalities wrought from a palimpsest of migrations into India that is more than 18,000 years old. The language (dialect), the food and the culture change every 60 to seventy kilometers and do so verniered by classes of natives. Almost every heritage temple in India represents a unique religion, culture and traditional History (Sthala Purana).The trick is to ignore the post 1947 synthetic aliens such as India’s Bureaucrats and Judiciary who seek desperately to impose a monotonous uniformity to prove the existence of “Hindoos” and “Indians” to justify and apply the British made Constitution and laws and the Politicians who are seeking to fish in waters troubled by the Social Engineering of past foreign rulers and the present dispensation in order to “divide to rule”.See each place and person for the first time. They have great stories to tell and are the true repositories of India’s History and Geography rather than the politically laundered tourist brochures and government approved propaganda which passes for text books and information pamphlets.But be aware that India is a very unsafe and lawless place where those holding Government positions are the most vicious criminals. Make sure that you have influential and physically capable guardian-escorts before you commence your journey. Check the stories with the local temple priests you find to distill the truths of the place.Is it rude to sit cross legged in front of elders and senior officers in India?In many circles it is considered disrespectful (not rude) to sit with one leg over the other in front of elders and seniors because it is regarded as being relaxed.In orthodox (rather than conservative) circles one is expected to be alert and attentive (at attention) all the time in front of elders and seniors even when “at ease” (!)India does not have a culture of “Peer-Bonding” with strangers as the dominating “Government” Culture is “Feudal-Colonial” with excessive, almost comical, flattery, appeasement and genuflection to those in power and complete disregard for those of “lower” standing in power, wealth or position. So all relationship behaviour is either “Boss” to “Slave” or vice versa. There is no culture of being able to “speak freely”. Anything you say or do may be taken down and held against you. Or, when you condescend, be exploited.There are many circles where the foregoing is NOT true. But do not be misled by a California educated Boss who turns up dressed like a Bermuda Beach Bum or a business partner or owner in a Pyjama Suit or Dhoti (which is as formal a costume as it gets for India’s ruling classes), for an executive meeting. He may be asserting his “Bossness” and may not look kindly on his subordinates being as lax! It is best to sense the mood in the room and follow the examples set by those who seem to fit well in the particular situation in matters of manners. However, there is a great deal of “tolerance” for outsiders, so you can get away with transgressions if you are a foreigner and do not push. A distinct advantage since ancient times.CAVEAT: One must be particularly careful if the room has seniors and superiors or politicians who have been elevated beyond their competence because their acute and realistic sense of personal inferiority makes them sensitive and vengeful, in the manner of a Nehru, Naiker or Ambedkar, to what they perceive as “disrespectful” as they have little more than form to fall back on. It is very common to see uncouth politicians and rich louts berate Air Hostesses for example, out of any proportion to any possible cause, just to overcome their own personal sense of inferiority in the presence of a more attractive and sophisticated but helpless and vulnerable being. This is a behaviour that finds expression even in the Indian Constitution and laws to hold better educated, behaved and cultivated communities as vassals of the majoritarian dregs.(Personally, I do not give a paisa for Political Etiquette and never have. But then, I have no desire to be accepted in a society I regard with contempt and from which I want nothing at all).Why and how did India become the land of diversity?India became a land of diversity because it is a residue of Bharatha Khanda (Bharatha’s part) of Arya Varsha ( the land of Arya Law).The education and law giving priesthood, the Shroutha Smartha Arya Brahmanas did NOT proselytize or indeed accept any converts to their (Brahmana) religion. Instead, they allowed all religions and cultures to flourish so long as they observed and obeyed secular Arya Law in the common space beyond their personal laws in the personal space.This continued for thousands of years and has survived the ugly imposition of Islamic law, British Law and the Laws and judicial tyranny of the Social Reengineering Indian Rapeublic. However, its days are numbered under the alien hegemony of Urdu (written in Devanagari and called Hindi), the British made legal fiction of a “religion” called "Hindooism", and the alien barbarians i.e. India’s convented, secular, judiciary, journalists, bureaucrats, police and politicians.In Indian culture, how are people who always frown perceived?Depends on the societal slice. For example, in Government service (which is a very major portion of the model setting middle class of India) and camp followers of Government, frowning is viewed as dignified, thoughtful, demanding and not to be trifled with.In my circles, they are known as “grumpies”, insecure “don’t mess with me” types, Neta-Babus (politicians/ bureaucrats/ judges / cops /officialese) completely out of depth, or chaps with eye sight, migraine or sinus afflictions. Or possibly, in need of correctional spectacles.Why do Hindu weddings happen during the day in South India?Since ancient times, as per the Arya Shastras (Vedic Customs if you will) Dharmic weddings have to be solemnized (with the seven steps and exchange of garlands) in day light with the Sun and Fire as witnesses. Thereafter, Dharmic weddings are consummated at night with the Moon as witness after gazing at the Star Arundhathi as an example of constancy and marital loyalty.This custom is followed not only in the South but among orthodox Arya Brahmana families in the North such as Kashmiris, Bengalis, Maharashtrians and Punjabis to my personal knowledge, having attended such weddings.There are two possible explanations that I have heard as to why marriages of many North Indian communities are performed at night:(1) During the evil days of Islamic depredations, marriage gatherings occurred at night to avoid visitations by Moslems looking to rape and loot. This is also reflected in Islamic customs such as veils and nose rings being adopted by native women as also defensive practices such as Thyauhar, Sati and forms of widow defacement..(2) The couple, once married, cannot wait patiently for nightfall to consummate the marriage and so, marriages are performed at night, a hop, step and jump away from the bridal chamber.Nota Bena: There is no such religion as “Hindoo” which is a legal fiction created by the British as a label of convenience for myriad indigenous religions, each with its own deity, mythology, method of worship and philosophy, many of whom were under Arya Brahmana guidance, law, culture and education, and many (the outsiders represented by Ambedkar at the Round Table and Simon Commission) are not. This has been thrust down our throat by India’s alien inspired, erudition, arithmetic, integrity and culture lacking politicians, judges, and journalists. Hindu is a defunct nationality of the Sindhu River Valley, so named by their co-coreligionists of Persia, long before the advent of Zoroaster. This nomenclature was adopted by the Islamic plunderers for all those who lived in the Indus Valley and beyond to the East. The British resurrected this as a legal fiction of a religion to their political convenience.What are the traditional costumes of India?I would like to answer this, but I do not have the time to do so.Here are a few sites for you:http://blog.wifd.in/costumes_of_different_states_in_indiaWhat Are Examples of Traditional Indian Clothing?Traditional Dressing Style In Different State of India - StyleaddaWomen's Traditional Dresses and Costumes of Indian StatesWhat was common in India twenty five years ago but has vanished today?Marbles, kites and tops in Schools. Moslem women without Burqas. Mosques without illegal amplifiers for howling at Non Moslems. “Melba” flavoured ice cream (one drop of vanilla to two drops of rose). Common fields and parks where children could play cricket, kabbadi, gilli-dandlu, lagori and khokho. In Bangalore, public Tennis Courts, and rowing facilities. (Public Golf courses vanished fifty years ago). Free gymnasiums in parks. Girls going house to house during Dussehra and Boys going house to house during Ganesha Chathurthi. Free Spiced Butter-Milk and Lemon-Ginger-Jaggery juice at every street corner during Rama Navami. Bonfires with chorus singing and dancing during the Full Moon at “Holi”. Turbans were still to be seen. (They began to vanish fifty years ago). Series of oil lamps on every house during Deepavalli and Karthika Deepa. Ornate designs with rice powder at the entrance to every house.I could go on. But this gives a flavour of the Indianization of India as traditions, culture and civilization are stripped away to make way for a Judicial Neta-Babu conception of what the Moslems and the British might have liked.Why is Lucknow famous for its Chikankari work and chicken?The Chikankari work is unique to Lucknow. It comprises of taking up stitches on very thin white or pastel coloured cloth such that the stitches form a dreamy silhouette. Somewhat redolent of lace. It is not, strictly speaking, embroidery or petite point. Unlike for example, the Kashmiri embroidery which is very thick and colourful, Chikan is always carried out with white thread and is very delicate. More like a suggestion rather than a statement. Altogether the effect is dreamy and the sarees, which are sought after, are very light and cool. I remember buying a few near the Bhool Bulayan in the 1970s for my mother and sister at Bangalore and a stock of them for gifting to girl friends along the way.I do not know about Chicken.I also have pleasant memories of the Pan Walla on Hazrath Ganj and “Mehboob ki Mehndi” at Chauraha. What I really enjoyed about Lucknow was the Botanical Gardens where I used to jog ever morning whenever I was in Lucknow, and could never convince the staff that, “The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and promises to keep, before I sleep” was not written by Jawaharlal Nehru as the Board along the “Forest Section” indicated, but was written by Robert Frost. I made unsuccessful attempts to correct this Indian “Education” of theirs in their voluminous “Suggestion Book” in 1977, 1979, 1983 and again, during my last visit, in 1987.I loved the Botanical Gardens because it took me right back to Bangalore and civilization from what was, otherwise, a semi barbaric place. Hazrath Ganj too, in those far off days, reminded me a little bit of South Parade and Brigade Road in Bangalore. The Mohamed Bagh Club was interesting. It was more comparable to the Central Provinces Club at Nagpur, somewhat rustic and provincial with a rather slummish crowd compared to the Bangalore Clubs of those days. But Bangalore’s clubs of these days are more like the Dehath and Loutish clubs of the North like Delhi Gymkhana than the Bangalore of long ago.So, Lucknow, back in those days, was a pretty good place to be compared to Kota, Budhana, or Kanpur if not quite as good as Calcutta or Delhi.But to be fair, I would never have seen one of the most wonderful sights of my life if I had not contracted dysentery at Budhana. I was out there in the fields with a Lothi when I saw two big trees light up alternately with fire flies. It was a moonless night in an electricity free village, and the sight was amazing. I almost felt happy about the dysentery. The other bonus was that I would go out early morning on horse back every day for inspection. I borrowed the horse from a retired Rishaldar Major who tested me on all points before risking his horse to my care.Kota too did have a botanical garden opposite the only place where one could see English Movies. (ancient ones : Navrang Talkies) but only on Sunday Mornings. I went knocking on the District Magistrate’s door to get a letter from him authorizing me to visit the botanical garden and walk around. Which I then did early every morning. I would walk around the Kalyani (Man Made Lake) in the center of the City every evening. And sometimes, stroll through the bazaar and into the exquisite little temples, and all the way to the Old Fort where hundreds of peacocks danced when it rained. Otherwise, it was locked against all intruders. A foretaste of what the “For Government, By Government, To Government” Indian Rapeublic would do to Bangalore’s Parks that were made for the free enjoyment of the common citizens by the Maharajas, but now put behind walls and gates and encroached by Government and Courts! Simple to rigorous imprisonment of parks, commons, Kalyanis and public welfare for perpetuity! Oh what a fall was there my country men when you and I, and all of us fell into the maws of the Indian Rapeublic!The Babus of Calcutta are the finest of all: (Poojo 1977)I shall not attribute my enviable intellect to that singular icon that unites Bengal with Communism, "Illyich": despite the persuasive P. G. Wodehouse.Way back in 1977, when I had been banished to the Wild North to earn a living, the merciful and beneficent Indian Republic having deprived my family of our patrimony,I was a Management Trainee with Punjab National Bank. I was posted at New Market Branch, Calcutta as "Officer-in-Charge" Foreign Exchange and Credit as part of my on-the-job training. I used to walk there in the early morning from Ramakrishna Lunch Home on Hazra Road. I used to walk back, late in the evening, after running the gauntlet of Free School Street and regaining my breath over a Bloody Mary at Trincas. I chose Hazra Road over Komala Vilas as the Behari's Avenue seemed too rash, given the price. There was also this tree on the foot path that proclaimed it to be a "Private Place for Members Only" where elderly men in their not so spotless dhotis gathered of an evening to pass a beedee around. Simply too snobbish for the likes of me. There, at New Market Branch, betwixt puffs of Macro Polo's "Planter's Special" purchased from the tobacconist who lurked in the far corner of the not so new New Market, I did battle with sundry crass, scropt scriveners of stray pennies, one of whom was my Head Clerk, Mukhejee Da ("Mooku" to the cognoscenti).Mooku was not the Union Leader. That position of banditry was occupied by Munden Babu. He of the stentorian voice who bellowed unless mellowed by membership of the more gentle, musical notes of a mass dharna or gherao in a team effort. But Mooku was the kolchoral idol for he led the Poojo Pondal teams both at the office and at home. Mooku devoted five monthe every year to preparing for Poojo and five months every year recovering from Poojo. It was as if he was the entire Indian Army gearing up to march up and down Raisina Hill in late January to pay their respects to the scum of India and then retiring thereafter to lick their wounds after this ill fated encounter..Mooku professed an ignorance of English and all things non Bengali. He condescended to take notice of my plaintive wails in Urdu written in Devanagari once he discerned that I was no virtuoso and was speaking in the argot of a Hindi Hater. But, only in so far as our joint expeditions into the mysterious world of Bad Debts, International Chamber of Commerce brochure Number 290, the contradictions between RBI directives and the laws of the land, Nostro, Loro and Vostro demanded.Then came the day when Mooku stood exposed. Suddenly it was, as if, his starched and pressed dhothi had fallen away from his well fed limbs. Kolkotta, in those days, provided the perfect prototype that the rest of India came to imitate over time. Among the last to follow suit was Mysore for the Electricity generated by the vision, industriousness and integrity of His Highness, Krishna Raja Wodeyar and his Diwan, Sir M. Vishweshwaraya had not yet succumbed to the bad maintenance, corruption and indifference of the Indian Republic that had studiously refrained from adding any newer Temples of Modern India in a tryst that began India's never ending mid night. So we sweated, frequently, in the ill ventilated halls of the Punjab National Bank by candle light in a day light rendered narrow by the architectural difficulties presented by stringent economy set against the unavailability of Real Estate. But this time, the power had failed as Mooku was drawing up elaborate plans for the Pondal rather than merely scrivening whatever little he could not avoid owing to his membership of the pay roll,One moment Mooku was there, in his accustomed seat, scribbling on foolscap, and the next he was standing on the counter, declaiming "The light has gone out of my life" from Milton's "Paradise Lost". The mask was fallen. Mooku had lost his virginity. Humpty Dumpty had had his tryst with destiny and not all the Communist Union Clerks nor all the Khangress Union Clerks could put his patriotism together again. That would have to wait for the next Officer-in-Charge.Thus exposed, Mooku did the next best thing. He decided to make friends with me. It was not done lightly. It took a great deal of effort on his part for he had worked himself into his earlier role with all the enthusiasm of an Utpal Dutt. But the same enthusiasm and rigour that he brought to his roles, his poetry elocution, and his Pooja Pandals demonstrated the fundamental Brahmin character of the man. He went about making friends with the same attention to detail and commitment that he had brought to making enemies.He invited me home for Poojo. There, I, a Vegetarian South Indian Brahmin was presented with Poddo Hilsa (Illyich) cooked in Mustard Oil.. Having overheard so many discussions at the Bank, I knew that the Illyich that had fed on the detriment in the Poddo River was a highly priced delicacy, imported from Bangla Desh and had a stink and pungency about it that only Mustard Oil could enhance. But, I am a Brahmin. The very model of perfection that inspired the likes of Sir Phillip Sydney ("Thy need is greater than mine" as he handed over his water bottle to a wounded soldier while he lay dying) and King George (who gnawed the thick end of the asparagus at the banquet so as not to offend King Ammanullah of Afghanistan in March 1928).and so, without further ado, i set about the Illyich, so as not offend my host. I had never eaten fish before. I pretended that I was not doing so now. I tried to pretend that this was actually the corpse of a Jyothi Basu, or an Indira Gandhi or a Karunanidhi that I was now consuming. I managed to finish the Illyich with a good pretence of relish. I had been the Best Actor at Oasis 1975, (BITS PIlani) and that came to my aid.Then followed the Mishthan. One sweet after another with coloured embellishments to a basic milky white of the soft kind and without the white in the hard kind. ."Mishthan Khabo" Mooku would command. And, hypnotized, I would obey. I lost count of the Mishthan in the mists of the foregoing Illyich exercise. Finally, after I had "Mishthan Khabened" more than ever before in a life that had not lacked for youthful gluttony, I was allowed to take Mooku's leave. Thankfully, he was inundated with visitors who commiserated, non verbally and atavistically, with him for having to allow a barbarian from the South into his sacred demesne. So, I tottered forth unaccompanied. There was a convenient lamp post placed enroute to the tram stop by some Scotsman in the 1900s. It was more Doric than Athenian, though fluted, and covered by hundreds of coats of peeling paint. I clutched it as I regurgitated the contents of my stomach into the open gutter nearby. Passers by pretended that I did not exist. For this, I was infinitely grateful. Suddenly I felt a sense of kinship with the passersby. For they too were doing the George and Sydney thing that I had just done. Thus intoxicated, I mounted the tram as a properly initiated and honorary Bengali.The ladies of Calcutta:I used to dance with the Loretto House girls who I met at Trincas on Park Street quite often. They were pretty and cultured and understood that an invitation to dance was not a proposition for anything more. I remember them by name and faces quite well as this was a brief interlude in civilization pending my return to Bangalore. (But Bangalore, even the “elite” clubs are not that cultured anymore!) Usha Iyer used to sing there in those days. Wow!Just a few months later, I was sitting at the Belgaum Branch of the State Bank of India supervising the balancing of the Clean Cash Book (the Daily Balance Sheet) for the previous day. Along comes the Maratha Head Clerk Thigani (yes, Thigani was his name, and I kid thee not) holding a fat roll of the print out from the manual adding machine in one hand and a bundle of some 6,000 vouchers in his other hand, his dolorous countenance set off with a pair of liquid melting brown eyes that would have made a Labrador look like Clint Eastwood about to draw, and intoned to me in a hopeless voice, “Fuck the panas paisa”. I raised my eyebrows and grimaced with disapproval. Unfazed, he repeated, “Fuck the panas paisa” . It was only later I discovered that he was vouchsafing to me, the ominous news, “Only fifty paise” in chaste Marathi. And why was it ominous? Because it is the missing fifty paise or the one rupee which would take hours, perhaps days to find, and though it might be clerical error, could easily be a symptom of fraud, sabotage or a major hole in the books!Betwixt Calcutta and Belgaum, after a stint as an Instructor of other Management Trainees and Senior Officers of the Punjab National Bank at Kanpur Training Center, I was given a taste of Indian Governance. Travelling by Reserved First Class, the train halted enroute to pick up a passenger accompanied by a basket of chicken and goats, who, like Gandhi, smelt worse than their livestock. I asked the TTE to get rid of these ticketless passengers. He demurred by pretending to speak no other language but Hindi and the four two legged live stock present (which expression includes the representative on the spot of the President of India) grinned at me. I pulled the chain. The Guards threatened to arrest me and produce me before the Magistrate at Lucknow for not speaking in Hindi (It was Hindi Day and this was the greater crime than pulling the chain). I informed the Guard that English was very much the language in which his respected morons, Nehru and Ambedkar had passed the Constitution, and that Magistrate or no magistrate, I would keep pulling the chain until the ticketless passengers were evicted from my compartment. It took a lot of stubborn patience and time before, finally, the VIPs of Uttar Pradesh, both biped and quadruped together with the basket cases, were moved to another, more accommodating First Class compartment to wean me from my chain pulling propensity.“Abandon all hope of law, ye who enter India”Some twenty five years later, when I returned from several years of travail in the US, Kenya and Japan, the impact of Indian Governance was far more pervasively and viciously evident when I took up the matter of the Committee acting in suicidal violation of the rules of the Club at the Annual General Body of The Bangalore Club.The Committee, thereafter fabricated false evidence, and in violation of several other rules of the club, framed me and suspended me. They went on to post me as a “Vandal” in some Nine Notice Boards of the Club for six months!I filed a criminal case against the committee members, which, on the basis of evidence submitted by me, was Cognized by the Additional Principal Magistrate of Bangalore. Before the matter could come to trial, the Karrinayithikka High Court granted a “stay” on the proceedings in clear violation of the procedures laid down for the court and the directives of the Supreme Court that High Courts must not interfere in criminal proceedings in lower courts.After several years and several judges, one judge, even more unfit for jurisprudence than the rest, after informing my lawyer in open court, without any evidence to this effect, alleged that I was a drunkard, exhorted my lawyer to counsel me to stop at the second drink and went on to plead with my lawyer to withdraw the case. I was present. He also informed my lawyer that the Indian Penal Code was NOT applicable in India as this was not the US or UK. He looked into my lawyer’s unmoved face, and then asked whether he had ever set eyes on me (probably to dispel any lingering suspicion of prejudice). My Lawyer told him that I was present in Court. I rose. The Judge then took one look at me and told my advocate that this case would better proceed in his chambers and adjourned the case. Later, he dismissed my case without any consideration whatsoever for evidence, laws, procedure or facts. When I appealed to the Supreme Court, shelling out a massive sum for the privilege, those lordships declined to uphold the rule of law.I may add that eight Judges of the Karrinayithikka High Court were exposed having an orgy with school girls at Mysore by the Press. They got away completely free to continue imposing their personal brands of jurisprudence on the hapless citizens of India.What general notions do people have about the residents of each Indian state?“Not one of us”I revel in my own prejudices. Without any guilt. They are my defences built up for my own protection on the basis of hard core experiences since birth. I see no reason at all to apologize for them. I do, however, remain open to contrary experiences that may change my opinion. I could not learn otherwise. There is no such thing as a person without prejudices. There is a lot of semantics designed to disconcert the unsure by playing on their guilt, greed and fears.Feeling, awareness and expression must be congruent to articulate effectively. Most have been rendered incongruent by guilt, greed and fears known collectively and euphemistically as "political correctness).The Goops(Gelett Burgess)The meanest trick I ever knewWas one I know you never do.I saw a Goop once try to do it,And there was nothing funny to it.He pulled a chair from under meAs I was sitting down; but heWas sent to bed, and rightly, too.It was a horrid thing to do!Table MannersThe Goops they lick their fingers,And the Goops they lick their knives;They spill their broth on the tablecloth--Oh, they lead disgusting lives!The Goops they talk while eating,And loud and fast they chew;And that is why I'm glad that IAm not a Goop--are you?Xenophobia is a Universal animal condition that can be freely observed in the wild and to which human flesh is heir.It is rooted in the insecurity of the individual and families, and extends to socio metric groups such as social sets, political parties, clubs, secret societies, professional guilds (i.e. gyaties or jaties). adherents to ideologies (Communism? Dalitism? Dravidism?) competing business organizations, competing proselytizing religions, nations and their respective targets for hostile take overs.It is Vladimir Putin who recently observed that the more educated and well to do human beings are, the less xenophobic and more civilized they become. Unwittingly, he focused my attention on why Islam (Quran and Hadith) ensures that Moslems remain Barbarians in perpetuity, so that they may accomplish the goal of Islam and establish the Sharia on the rubble of all civilization. But, then, Soviet totalitarianism spawned an intense and wide spread awareness of the Behavioural Sciences but more so of the Skinnerian (Pavlovian? rather than the Rogerian) kind and social psychology.From the general to the particular. In India we do so because1. The British taught us to do so in order to “divide to rule” and made this the sub text of the Indian Constitution and laws through their dependent and indoctrinated stooges to whom they handed over their mantle of power and,2. India’s imbecile Judges, moron politicians, idiot bureaucrats, and cretin journalists are incapable of fathoming any other way to rule (i.e. loot) India than how they learned from the British and which is why the British eradicated the real freedom fighters and anointed these scoundrels to rule. India’s Kleptocrats (the ruling thugs) are like the clowns in the Circus who fall over every time they are hit with a slap stick by their fellows, and continue to do so even after the slap stick is removed. So are India’s serfs i.e. Non Governmental sub humans, the sticks, the stones, the worse than senseless things, bereft of the elitist intellectualism or Brahmanism, that India’s founding tyrants were careful to eradicate since inception.This is why “inequality under law”, “exceptions to the rule of law”, and “different laws for different folk”, is enshrined in India’s Constitution and Laws so that the State may steal from some for the benefit of others on the basis of caste tribe, religion, linguistics, race, ideology and proximity to power to keep India in a perpetual state of low intensity civil war (divided) and subservient to the corrupt, incompetent kleptocrats (who rule), importing goods and exporting wealth as behooves the subjugated colony of an alien power (and, post 1947, alien powers).Which Indian festival do you believe is worth celebrating and why?Every Native festival whether drawn from the Lunar (Aryan) Calendar or the Solar (Druhyu) Calendar or revolving around great legends or small local legends revolving around the religion and culture represented by individual temples MUST be celebrated. They represent the roots and heritage of communities from the tiniest village to the over arching indigenous tribes, peoples, religions and nations of India, and, together with their costumes, colours, songs, dramas, special food offerings, languages, worship and rituals, these represent an irreplaceable tapestry of CULTURE.Culture:At the Individual and Social level,Moderation in all things is the finest measure of culture. It comes neither fully formed nor still born, but grows with the application of discrimination to experience rather than the application of absolutes.At the level of a Nation or a People,Culture is the very raison de etre of a People or a Nation. It is the butter churned from the milk of human experience. It is the most precious possession of any Nation or People. When a people or a Nation abandon culture using the convenience of moderation or alien notions when defending against barbarism, they write their own death warrant.As has the Indian Constitution and primitive, barbaric Judiciary, just as the people of Western Europe are doing now.I have long held the view that India needs a draconian law to protect native culture, temples, and practices from enemies such as the Constitution, courts, laws, politicians, bureaucrats, police and members of the public imbued with alien ideologies insofar as these customs do not violate the Indian Penal Code as it obtained prior to 1921.I grew up, from sixty to forty years ago in a tiny island of the Vijayanagar Empire in Kalyanipuri (now insulted as Bengaluru) that had survived the cultural genocide carried out by the PANGOLIN* Republic of India. So, the cultural heritage of India is very well known to me as an exponent of Shroutha (Heard) Smartha (Remembered) Brahmin Ithihasa (History),Kalyanipuri is a pun. At once, like Shroedinger's cat, it is a reference to Kalyani (Draupadi) the presiding deity of Bangalore and for whom the annual "Karaga" is celebrated at the Yudhisthira Temple (Dharmarayana Gudi) and also a reference to to the hundreds of common wealth tanks that made Bangalore, which extended far beyond today's boundaries, such a fecund, green, flood immune and climatically wonderful place.The latter is extinct, the days of the former are numbered. As are, Bengaluru's that will realize Kempe Gowda's prediction and fall upon the swords of its backward rulers by having crossed its laid down limits.This is just one more fact that indicates that even more than the Moslems or the British, it is the Indian Rapeublic and its erudition, arithmetic, integrity, culture and hygiene challenged politicians, bureaucrats, judges, police, journalists and cronies, for the most part Constitutionally certified to be congenital cretins, who are the willful vandals of History, Truth, Culture, Humanity and the desire to excel.The so called "Patriots" whose statues are installed and names inscribed everywhere that a dog used to lift a leg in India are far worse than the Moslems because, while the Moslems are driven by a cult derived from war manuals of more than a thousand years ago and derive inspiration from locusts, termites and howling jackals, the Patriots lay claim to a higher value system on the basis of having been brain washed in Presidency, Columbia, Cambridge, Madras Christian, St Stephen's, Loyola and so on*Note: PANGOLIN: An enemy of India who believes in inequality under law, exceptions to the rule of law and persecution of some for the benefit of others. At present, the sole purpose of the Indian Republic, Constitutional or otherwise, is to pamper and provide for certain constitutionally preferred sections of society who the British found useful to hold and exploit India at the cost of those who the British hated and persecuted. The Pangolin is a creature that is unique to India and feeds on ants that are known in nature to be industrious and hard working if not quite as fruitful as bees who flee to better climes. (PANGOLIN is an acronym for the Periyar-Ambedkar-Nehru-Gandhi-Other (alien) Religions-Communist Consensus that usurped the British Mantle and has worn it with elan to loot, plunder, and rape India since 1921 and re write History and laws to their exclusive benefit since 1947)If all people are not equal, then why do we judge everyone all the time?It is the human sense of legitimate and genuine insecurity that leads all people, who are not naive, to judge others at all times.They do so to protect and preserve themselves from the acts of omission and commission of a friend, an enemy or those with power over them.In conclusion:The Last note:Long, long, ago in a locality just like ours, a violinist took A #.He had been thrown out of one locality after another until he arrived here.It did not take us long to find out why he had been thrown out from one place after another.But we were decent folk as we were strictly down market.So we got together and went and knocked on his door.We carried a stout rope with us. Just in case.We had raised a subscription for the rope,I had been a boy scout, so the knot was left to me.It was I who broke the silence.“Why”, I inquired, in as lofty and majestic a voice as I could muster,“Can’t you play your violin like everybody else”?The virtuoso preened and struck a profile for us.And then, with a look of infinite condescension and superiority,“They are all searching for the place”, Quoth he.“Eureka”.Epilogue: Heuristically speaking, I deny, for the record, that I am Rekha.And, yes. Rekha did do it.

The international community must decide on such matters. An example:One and a half billion joke- Is it true that the radiation background at Chernobyl is only increasing over the years?- The story is like that. It was the 1990th year. Next to sub-reactor room 305 there is another, 304th. During the construction of the sarcophagus, it was flooded with a thick layer of concrete. What is under this concrete - no one knows, but the background level is very high, 400 x-rays per hour. There is a system of neutron and gamma sensors - the Finish-2 system, developed by the Kurchatov Institute. So, in 1990, heavy rains took place. And suddenly in the room 304 irregularly began to grow the neutron background, very much. Everyone got scared, they started pouring a neutron absorber there - gadolinium, stopped the whole thing. The scientific world has become excited, our and foreign articles have begun to appear, a variety of hypotheses have been put forward. We have assembled an expert commission led by academician Spartak Timofeevich Belyaev, a major nuclear theoretician. We sat for a long time, there were about ten hypotheses - we decided, and most importantly, calculated that after the accident fuel assemblies accidentally gathered there, water became a neutron moderator, and it worked like a small nuclear reactor. The international community began to raise money to close the existing sarcophagus (more precisely, "Shelter") from above with an additional "Shelter-2", Shelter-2. And in 1995, my friend Lorin Dodd from the US Department of Energy (then Lorin headed the construction) held a large meeting in Leningrad on the examination of the new Shelter-2 project. It is a pity that no one filmed this on video. Everyone is discussing the event at Room 304: this proves that Shelter as a whole is a potentially nuclear-hazardous facility. And suddenly it turns out the following: since nothing happened for months in room 304, people who had to monitor the control system stopped taking regular readings of it. Then one of the physicists took the fishing rod, tied a neutron source - California-252 - to it, and began to push it in jerks there, closer to the detectors. And when the panic arose, he removed it from there. Let's just say this joke cost the international community one and a half billion dollars.The whole article ( I would highly recommend to read it):“There were no “naked miners", and the real academician Legasov was a man with a completely different story. It’s high time to populate the area around the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, and the increase in radiation levels in the destroyed fourth power unit is nothing more than a joke of a physicist over colleagues who had gone fishing. Yes, Chernobyl fish is eaten, like Chernobyl mushrooms. The main truth of Chernobyl is not a catastrophe, but what happened after it.At the request of Fontanka, the HBO series was watched by Leonid Pleskachevsky, a nuclear physicist, and at the time of the accident and during the work to eliminate it, he was the deputy head of the Physics Department of the Radium Institute. In the summer of 1986, he created a gamma spectrometry laboratory in Chernobyl, supervised the measurements that determined the course of the construction of the sarcophagus (“Shelters”). Until 1991, he was engaged in research inside it. The results form the basis of the Shelter nuclear and radiation safety assessment. In 1989-1993 at the same time studied the patterns in the distribution of radioactive contamination of territories from the accident at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant. In 1993-1994 Acted as a leading expert of the government commission to investigate the causes of a radiation accident at the Siberian Chemical Plant (1993) and assess its complex impact on the population and the environment.- Leonid Andreyevich, did you like the series?- I was shocked by the texture. Amazingly accurate playback. Clothing, phones, equipment. Where did they get in such quantities Lviv buses, on which the inhabitants of Pripyat are taken? The interiors in the apartments, of course, are not quite the same ... but this is not the main thing. The main thing is that everything else does not go into any gates. If you call it not “Chernobyl”, but “A film about some kind of accident” and not call the characters the names of real people, then everything is very cool. Dynamic, interesting. But the factography, which is put under it, is absolutely fantastic.- During the viewing, there was no question: why didn’t we take it off?- Of course, we had to make such a film. Moreover, the topic is winning and the costs would not be so large. The Americans filmed at the Ignalina Nuclear Power Plant, using archival surveys (when soldiers are kicked out on the roof to do meaningless work - to dump pieces of graphite down).I really did not like the frank attack on academician Leonid Andreevich Ilyin, who dealt with all issues of protecting the population. It says that "Professor Ilyin is against the eviction of Pripyat." Professor Ilyin did not say anything like that. He wrote a very good book, Legends and Myths of Chernobyl. And they make him almost a monster. I note that almost simultaneously with Legasov, who became almost the protagonist of the series, Academician Evgeny Pavlovich Velikhov, also deputy director of the Institute of Atomic Energy named after I.V. Kurchatov, and a member of the government commission was in Chernobyl. There is not a word about him in the series.- If you look at each specific episode, there are probably a lot of differences with the historical truth. What are the most important?- Much attention in the film is paid to the bubbler pool. According to the scriptwriters, it turns out that the only person in the world who knew that he was under the reactor was some fictional learned lady Khomyuk from Belarus. In fact, Legasov and Velikhov brought with them a whole team to Chernobyl, which, for example, included a corresponding member of the Russian Academy of Sciences Viktor Alekseevich Sidorenko, our greatest specialist in reactors. Of course, they all knew the design of the reactor. What is its complexity: unlike the reactors that are used in other countries, the Chernobyl-type reactors - RBMK (high-power channel reactors) consisted of many small independent reactors inserted into a graphite assembly. Each of them has its own system of supply and removal of steam-water mixture. In the event of a steam accident, there are steam relief valves in the subreactor room. If the pressure breaks through these valves, the steam will go to the steam distribution corridors, if this is not enough, then to the bubbler pool, where it will bubble (sparge) through the layers of water. So: after the accident, fuel fell into the bubbler pool when there was still water in it.There were no “Chernobyl divers”- It turns out that the story with the “Chernobyl divers” is a myth?- There were no "divers". The guys were dressed in ordinary wetsuits so that they would not get wet. There were no diving masks and other equipment shown in the film. The water along the route of the three Chernobyl workers - Alexei Ananenko, Valery Bespalov and Boris Baranov - was met maximum to knee. They sent people to drain a one and a half meter layer of water in the bubbler, because they were afraid that when it reaches the fuel, an explosion will occur. But later it turned out that the fuel still reached the bubbler, and reached quickly, and then it froze. And due to its interaction with water, so-called pumice stones formed in the bubbler pool. This trinity had no large doses of radiation along the route, no more than 10 Roentgen.- One of the most important episodes of the series is the night meeting of the station’s leadership and party functionaries when it was decided how to report the accident to Moscow and whether people should be evacuated. Was that all?- Alexander Kaplyansky, an experienced engineer, and at the time of the accident - deputy head of the nuclear energy sector of the CPSU Central Committee, wrote about this in his memoirs: there was a complete mess at the top. There was no reliable information, only rumors transmitted to each other in the corridors. There is the American concept of “decision support system” - when heterogeneous and, as a rule, contradictory information comes through different channels, it is evaluated by experts and, passing several such steps, reaches the level of political decisions. We did not have such a system.Here is another example: in 1993 there was an accident at the Siberian Chemical Plant in the city of Tomsk-6, next to the Regional Tomsk. I was there one of the experts at the relevant government commission. The Ministry of Emergency Situations demanded that the whole city be evacuated immediately, Hydromet claimed that no one should be evacuated, there was a crowd of local residents under the windows who wanted to almost tear to pieces the poor governor Viktor Milkhiorovich Kress. We still do not have full-fledged decision support systems. Why be surprised if shamans influence decision-making in Moscow, according to political analyst Valery Solovey.-But after all, firefighters who were driven to extinguish the burning roof of the power unit did die.“What I will say now is my point of view on the situation.” Firstly, they were driving a fire at a radiation hazardous facility, which means they had to have personal protective equipment. At least the simplest respirators - like "Petal". And they arrived with nothing. Secondly, there was no fire on the roof. Have you ever seen bitumen burn? Just pieces of red-hot fuel and pieces of red-hot graphite assemblies were melted into the roof of the engine room of the fourth block. Firefighters arrived, climbed onto the roof, took a look and left. And it was completely pointless that everyone died, except for their captain Telyatnikov, who they first wanted to put on trial for putting people on the roof without protection, and then made a Hero of the Soviet Union. They decided that it would be politically more profitable.- Academician Valery Legasov is shown in the film as a modest intellectual who committed suicide without carrying out lies about Chernobyl. Was everything wrong?- Again, I express my purely my point of view. The real Valery Legasov was an authoritarian person, had the closest ties in the Central Committee of the CPSU, was a personal protege of the Secretary of the Central Committee Egor Kuzmich Ligachev. Moreover, as a chemist, Legasov was not very versed in the intricacies of the operation of nuclear reactors. In the film, he stands before Boris Evdokimovich Shcherbina tightly. In life, it seemed to be the other way around. I did not come across Valery Alekseevich himself, but his team did not cause much joy. It seemed to me, and to many, that their main function was to go around the bosses and receive government commission bonuses. In particular, they suggested blocking the channels of small rivers with special dams from the zeolite so that radioactive water would not enter Pripyat and the Dnieper. This was a huge amount of work. Why did we have to do this if our analyzes showed that before the dams, and after them the water was clean - according to all sanitary standards? We were told: this is a personal order of the head of the government commission Gennady Vedernikov, who, among other deputy chairmen of the Council of Ministers, was appointed after Shcherbina.Another story: “red forest” was pollinated from helicopters with chemical compounds so that radioactive dust would not rise. Their chemicals ran out, and the helicopters began to be charged with ordinary water.Chernobyl three percent- In the film, one of the helicopters literally falls apart from radiation in the air. A helicopter really crashed in Chernobyl, but in other circumstances?- This episode from the film is complete nonsense. The only helicopter crashed in Chernobyl - but this did not happen immediately after the accident, but much later, on the day of meeting on the occasion of opening of the sarcophagus in October 1986. Then in Chernobyl, my young employee, Seryozha (Sergey) Chuvaev, worked with me. He measured a lot for the military and made great friends with them. They took him on flights, and he photographed the Chernobyl from a helicopter - for himself. And on the day of this meeting, he almost got into a helicopter, and it turned out that a film crew had arrived from Moscow. And there wasn’t enough place for Sergey. This helicopter caught on the cable hanging from the huge construction crane DEMAG over the emergency 4th block of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant. All who were on board died. A few years ago, stalker Sergey Koshelev found the wreckage of this helicopter.Helicopters dropped a mixture of lead and boron onto the reactor. Boron absorbs neutrons, and lead has a large heat capacity - it was supposed to cool the melt. But in the end, in the reactor shaft, where all this filling was supposed to fall, not a single bag of filling is present. All are dumped in the eastern side of the central hall of the emergency unit - away from the reactor. Moreover: there was no nuclear fuel in the reactor shaft itself. My friend, Konstantin Pavlovich Checherov, repeatedly penetrated the reactor shaft and shot a video there. Mine inside is painted with paint, which burns at about 300 degrees. The paint survived - that is, there was no fire inside the power unit. All fuel was thrown out of the block, and also very quickly went down, melting the base of the reactor.There is one important point that is not in the film. At one time, the operational headquarters of the Ministry of Middle Engineering was headed by Igor Arkadyevich Belyaev. And he managed to drag out from the materials of the government commission a copy of the memorandum filed to the Central Committee, which was signed by academicians A. P. Alexandrov, director of the Institute of Atomic Energy named after I.V. Kurchatov, president of the Academy of Sciences, and his first deputies - V.A. Legasov and E.P. Velekhov on the night of April 26-27. The text is written by Legasov. In this note, they give their heads for a cut-off, that even if something happened to the reactor, no more than 3% of the fuel flew out - without knowing what exactly happened at the station. And from that moment, all estimates of what happened are adjusted to these three percent.- Still?- Yes. There is a classic four-volume work by A. A. Borovoy and E. P. Velekhov “The Chernobyl Experience”. And there are precisely such numbers.- In the film, the cause of the accident was called the tests that were conducted at the station.- The first thing that needs to be said with full certainty is that similar tests were carried out at our Leningrad NPP in 1975. An emergency situation was being worked out there: suppose electricity was cut off at the station, and a lot of inertia was stored in the turbine. The diesel generator motors that are held in case of an accident will not turn on immediately. The purpose of the tests was to find out how many seconds the turbine could hold on the inertia stored in it, whether there was enough time to start the emergency diesel generators. By the way, these generators did not work for the Japanese in Fukushima, they were simply flooded with water. As a result of this experiment, an accident began to develop at the LNPP (Leningrad NPP), there was an emission of radiation towards Finland. But Leningrad NPP was the only station that remained under the authority of the Ministry of Middle Engineering, where there were specialists able to cope with this situation. By the decision of Brezhnev, all other main nuclear power plants were transferred to the Ministry of Energy. And in the Ministry of Energy, the main specialization is steam and electricity. Exactly one year before Chernobyl in 1985, Ivan Aleksandrovich Vorovin, head of the Leningrad NPP Research Department and professor at the Technological Institute, visited the fourth block in Chernobyl as a member of an interagency commission. Returning, he said to me: “Remember my words - this illiterate company will blow up the block. There is the concept of technological discipline, and the public there is somehow irresponsible. ”- In the report of Academician Legasov at the IAEA, the blame lies with the station staff. But later another version appeared that the reason was in the design of the reactor itself.- This is a complex and political issue. There are reasons set forth in the report of Valery Alekseevich Legasov at the fall session of the IAEA in 1986, among which the main one is that the station personnel violated the equipment operating regulations. But today, other versions of the accident are starting to look real. Even then, at the time of the accident, there was a system for laboratory monitoring of nuclear explosions: by the ratio of xenon isotopes in the atmosphere one can judge whether there was a nuclear explosion or not. It turned out that at the purifying plant in Cherepovets the ratio of xenon isotopes in the emission approaching the city exactly corresponds to a nuclear explosion. It was possible to estimate the approximate volume of the reactor core in which this explosion occurred - not more than 10% of the total. Konstantin Checherov adhered to this particular version. During his lifetime, he managed to publish a large article on this subject. He had an unthinkable dose of radiation, he just crawled the fourth power unit on his belly. As Kostya believed, the nature of the disaster was nuclear, and the reason was that the guys who conducted the experiment did not learn all the instructions. The cooling at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant was compulsory - the main circulation pumps forcefully drive water from below, which turns into a steam-water mixture and continuously cools the reactor. Checherov got into the technical characteristics of these main circulation pumps and found that they are designed in such a way that when the voltage decreases and phase changes, which takes place when the turbine stops, they simply cut down. Test organizers should have known this.And then - in a small part of the reactor, a percentage of 10 of its volume, a spontaneous nuclear chain reaction began to develop. There was a nuclear explosion. Of course, not full-scale, but it was enough for the upper biological protection of the reactor - the E scheme, which weighs more than 2 thousand tons, to fly into the air, break through the roof of the power unit, roll over and fall down onto the wreckage of the same roof. At the same time, a significant part of the fuel was thrown out. Then no one kept any records - under the northern cascade wall they buried everything they could. Checherov believed that in the form of so-called fuel-containing masses - the products of the interaction of molten fuel with structural materials - only 30 tons of nuclear fuel are inside the emergency unit. According to official estimates by Professor Alexander Alexandrovich Borovoy, at least 130 tons of fuel-containing masses should be inside the unit.- If Checherov is right, where did the rest of the fuel go?- If ... Unknown. The answer to this question may change the assessment of radiological damage to humanity. One thing is if 3% is gone, another - if two-thirds of the volume.Liquidators with cancer and song- Is some of the information on Chernobyl still classified?- Not. It’s just a matter of a dispute between two scientists: Professor Alexander Borovoy and Kostya Checherov, who was in staff of Borovoy’s department and tried to simulate the accident himself. As soon as Checherov had his own ideas about the nature of the accident, he began to arouse the leadership’s rejection - he was not allowed to publish, speak at conferences, and was deleted everywhere.- But there are facts, evidence. Why is there still no single picture of what happened in Chernobyl?- This is a very complex system, and it is very difficult to build a quantitative analysis of what actually happened there. It's not that someone is trying to hide something. In addition, personal ambitions work. Legasov's report is a scientific work, and something is written there correctly, but something, taking into account the data accumulated over the years, is incorrect. For example, when we first took up the bubbler pool and lava masses in it, we began to manually select their samples for radiochemical analyzes. And then it turned out that all these samples were three times depleted in radioactive cesium. This means that two-thirds of cesium has flown into the environment. And according to Hydromet estimates, only 15 percent of cesium was released. In 1989, the first large international conference on Chernobyl was in Dagomys, and we presented our data there. And they caused a big scandal, in Hydromet they were very indignant.- Did the villagers in the 30-kilometer zone really be evicted by shooting livestock, as shown in the series?- As far as I know, there was no forced relocation. In 1986 and later, we regularly ran into dumpers. Some of them refused to leave, someone quietly returned to their homes and ran a farm. The decision to evict the 30-kilometer zone was made on the basis that the molten fuel would enter the bubbler and an explosion would occur from its interaction with water. But, as I said, these fears turned out to be unjustified. Apparently, even Pripyat could not be resettled.By the way, I note that the radiation that occurs during an accident at a nuclear power plant is very different from the radiation that occurs when an atomic bomb explodes. In the latter case, only short-lived isotopes are formed, which decay quickly, and after a month everything is already clean. If an accident occurs at the reactor, fission fragments formed in the reactor continue to interact with neutrons and long-lived nuclei are formed. The largest half-lives of cesium-137 are about 30 years and strontium-90 is about 29 years.- It turns out that the scale and significance of the Chernobyl accident for humanity is exaggerated?- Yes it is.But the liquidators are dying of cancer?”-Who told you that? Look at me. I have a dose ten times higher than the average liquidator, under three hundred Roentgen. There is an official health register for about 200 thousand liquidators. Indeed, there is an increased mortality rate compared to other population groups. But not from oncology, but from cardiovascular diseases. You should drink less. (Some soldiers were losing hair and bleeding already during works. Measurements of dose were made once a day and were very approximate - my note). But here the liquidators are probably not to blame: they were in an extremely stressful situation. If it was a war, where they shoot, it would be easier for people - the enemy is at least visible there. The average liquidator had nothing to do with the emergency power unit, he cleaned the neighborhood. There is data on employees of our Ministry of Medium Engineering who built the sarcophagus. There is a dose distribution. A relatively small percentage of builders received 25 or more rem. Doses were regularly exceeded for those who did research at the Shelter facility, where the fuel was located. Huge radiation fields - thousands of Roentgen per hour (in the present day units- tens of Gray per hour), plutonium and cesium concentrations in the air that are tens of thousands of times higher than the permissible ones ... The same Konstantin Checherov from 1986 to 1995 was given a dose of 2.2 thousand Roentgen (22 Gy), and later he developed bowel cancer. In 2012, he passed away.There are about 200 thousand liquidators in Russia now, less actually participated. Many "liquidators" are already wound up after the fact. Famous story - Alla Pugacheva is a liquidator of the Chernobyl accident, a Chernobyl disabled person. Do you know what her pension is? Everything is cleverly invented there. She performed in Zeleny Mys, in a clean place. It was with me - I was asked for a bus to go there. The bus roof was pushed down there because some people climbed on it - to listen to Pugacheva. One of her musicians, by hook or by crook, managed to formalize a disability. And the calculation of the liquidator's pension was carried out in proportion to the amount that you earned during the month in Chernobyl. Even if you worked there one day and received five hundred (then!) Rubles, it was believed that for a month you received five hundred rubles there daily. The musicians had official papers about the fees for this concert. It turned out a decent salary, and when calculating pensions - also with a huge coefficient. And the singer first turned to academician Ilyin, who refused her. Then she solved the issue through Gorbachev.One and a half billion joke- Is it true that the radiation background at Chernobyl is only increasing over the years?- The story is like that. It was the 1990th year. Next to sub-reactor room 305 there is another, 304th. During the construction of the sarcophagus, it was flooded with a thick layer of concrete. What is under this concrete - no one knows, but the background level is very high, 400 x-rays per hour. There is a system of neutron and gamma sensors - the Finish-2 system, developed by the Kurchatov Institute. So, in 1990, heavy rains took place. And suddenly in the room 304 irregularly began to grow the neutron background, very much. Everyone got scared, they started pouring a neutron absorber there - gadolinium, put out the whole thing. The scientific world has become excited, our and foreign articles have begun to appear, a variety of hypotheses have been put forward. We have assembled an expert commission led by academician Spartak Timofeevich Belyaev, a major nuclear theoretician. We sat for a long time, there were about ten hypotheses - we decided, and most importantly, calculated that after the accident fuel assemblies accidentally gathered there, water became a neutron moderator, and it worked like a small nuclear reactor. The international community began to raise money to close the existing sarcophagus (more precisely, "Shelter") from above with an additional "Shelter-2". And in 1995, my friend Lorin Dodd from the US Department of Energy (then Lorin headed the construction) held a large meeting in Leningrad on the examination of the new Shelter-2 project. It is a pity that no one filmed this on video. Everyone is discussing the event at Room 304: this proves that Shelter as a whole is a potentially nuclear-hazardous facility. And suddenly it turns out the following: since nothing happened for months in room 304, people who had to monitor the control system stopped taking regular readings of it. Then one of the physicists took the fishing rod, tied a neutron source - California-252 - to it, and began to push it in jerks there, closer to the detectors. And when the panic arose, he removed it from there. Let's just say this joke cost the international community one and a half billion dollars.- No one had a desire to bring jokers to justice?- No one was held responsible for this, there was no evidence left. The men who were supposed to control the situation noticed the neutron jump only on the third day — they were leaving for fishing.- So, can Pripyat be populated again?- The 30-kilometer zone needs to be populated for a long time. Now it is the largest nature reserve in Europe. Luxurious forests. And what mushrooms are there! There are pine trees planted in rows. And you go in a row, and there, as far as the eye can see, the mushrooms.- Do they “glow”?- They are a little "highlight." But this "glow" must be recalculated into real health damage, based on the Radiation Safety Standards. We are sitting on chairs that highlight, we drink from cups that also highlight ...In 1986, we had a story in Chernobyl. The guys from the operational group of the KGB of the USSR came to our Laboratory, open the trunk - it is full of mushrooms to the top. Where from? We entered the zone from the Zeleny Mys, and there is such wealth. We measured these mushrooms on a gamma spectrometer. And we say: “Let's talk. What dose do you get here in a week? About two Roentgen. To get the same dose, everyone needs to eat 300 kilograms of these mushrooms. ” “So can I eat?” - "You can". “Will you take it for yourself?” “Of course we will.” And then they started a rumor that we can measure mushrooms, and everybody took them to us for measurement.- What could be the consequences of the series shot by HBO? Everything looks much worse there.- In the series, events are too brutalized. There were no naked miners there. The idea of ​​our command system is strange. There, for example, Shcherbina threatens Legasov that a soldier will throw him off a helicopter. These are fairy tales, in those years everything was already different, not like in Stalin's times. Dogs there, indeed, were shot at the end of May. But not because they are radioactive. Hot summer was expected and they feared mass rabies. No one destroyed the cattle. There was an Experimental Research Station at the Mayak Chemical Plant - they had an accident with the emission of radiation back in 1957, and they already knew how to rehabilitate land and handle livestock. The cows were driven away from the Zone to clean land and feed, and after a couple of months the animals were already clean. Only in Belarus they did not believe in the Mayak experience and part of the cattle was slaughtered.- If a film about Chernobyl was shot in Russia, what would have been different in it?- I would have made relations between people more kind - compared to those shown in this series. Here are two real stories for you. Two regiments of civil defense were driven from St. Petersburg to Chernobyl. For some reason, they took their dry ration with them. And at that time, the soldiers' canteens were literally bursting with abundant food without restrictions, with vegetables and fruits. But the head of the Zone's supply said to these newcomers: until you eat your biscuits, you will not eat in the canteens. The soldiers complained to the head of the government commission Vedernikov. And he said to this warrior: "Since this is the case - from tomorrow you are no longer a general, and not a general without a pension." He became white. The next day, Vedernikov went to the soldiers ’canteen: to check whether new arrivals were being fed there. The order "on biscuits" was canceled. Second story. In September 1986, Shcherbina offered to bring (me) from the night residence of the government commission in Ivankovo ​​to Chernobyl. He had a huge "member carrier" with three rows of seats, riding with police escort. Just drove through the checkpoint "Dityatki", and at the side of the road are "partisans", conscript soldiers. Shcherbina ordered to stop and took ten people into the car. Imagine that today the deputy prime minister gave a ride to ordinary soldiers like that? There was mutual help, sympathy between people.And then I ended up in Chernobyl in 1988. And the situation was already completely different. Some women walk around — wider across themselves, in camouflage Afghan uniforms, “liquidating” something. A rare gamma-quantum will reach the middle of their body. It made sense to carry out real work primarily inside the sarcophagus - "Shelter" over the fourth power unit. However, the main money was spent on decontamination and burying everything that is possible in the zone. But you won’t check it - how many houses were demolished or not demolished. At the request of Academician Belyaev, I was engaged in the examination of such works. And I have preserved the documents. The contracts were, for example, the following: “Development of measures to improve the radiation situation in the 30-km zone” - 6 million rubles, “Development of measures to radically improve the radiation situation in the 30-km zone” - already 20 million rubles.- That is, if you shoot a film about Chernobyl in your mind, then this is not a catastrophe film, but a rogue story?- And the rogue, and human - about people with different biographies and fates. Do you know how the people from Kiev who studied science called the 30-kilometer zone? Breadwinner zone..Venera Galeeva, Новости Санкт-Петербурга, последние новости дня, новости бизнеса - Фонтанка.Ру