अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

बस याद रखना,

अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

जब खुशियों के पल नहीं रुके तो गम भी कहाँ ठहर पाएगा

कौन है जग में ऐसा जिसे मुश्किलों न छुआ हो

कभी चोट न लगी हो कभी  दर्द न हुआ हो

सुख-दुःख जीत-हार ये बारी बारी  आएंगे

तेरे सब्र को हर बार चरम तक आजमाएँगे

बस याद रखना,

अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

जब खुशियों के पल नहीं रुके तो गम भी कहाँ  ठहर पाएगा

गिरना उठना यह गंतव्य नहीं बस राह है

हर बार गिर कर उठना यदि तेरा चाह है

तो थोडा भरोसा खुद पर रख थोडा अपने खुदा पर

हर बढ़ते कदम से तू मुश्किलों को जुदा कर जाएगा

क्यूंकि ,

अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

जब खुशियों के पल नहीं रुके तो गम भी कहाँ ठहर पाएगा

[चरम- last level/extremity, गंतव्य= destination]

अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

बस याद रखना,

अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

जब खुशियों के पल नहीं रुके तो गम भी कहाँ ठहर पाएगा

कौन है जग में ऐसा जिसे मुश्किलों न छुआ हो

कभी चोट न लगी हो कभी  दर्द न हुआ हो

सुख-दुःख जीत-हार ये बारी बारी  आएंगे

तेरे सब्र को हर बार चरम तक आजमाएँगे

बस याद रखना,

अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

जब खुशियों के पल नहीं रुके तो गम भी कहाँ  ठहर पाएगा

गिरना उठना यह गंतव्य नहीं बस राह है

हर बार गिर कर उठना यदि तेरा चाह है

तो थोडा भरोसा खुद पर रख थोडा अपने खुदा पर

हर बढ़ते कदम से तू मुश्किलों को जुदा कर जाएगा

क्यूंकि ,

अच्छा हो या बुरा ये भी गुजर जाएगा

जब खुशियों के पल नहीं रुके तो गम भी कहाँ ठहर पाएगा

[चरम- last level/extremity, गंतव्य= destination]

The Engineer within

Flurry of messages on 15th September, forcefully reminds me that somewhere in past I did complete a course called Mechanical Engineering. I am not too sure whether the four year period inscribed anything what "3 idiots" movie believes engineering institutions should instill in the creatures called engineers. 

But there was certainly something special in the people around me in the institute, which motivated me to venture into social sector. These special people have cast a spell on my life and I owe them a lot. Few of them appear on the page Architects of my life and there are many others whose names are still due to be acknowledged. 

There was one such special being who taught us Thermodynamics. Buddies from SVNIT would have guessed by now, yes Prof HB Naik. When he got to know that I am changing the path, he shared a very interesting metaphor which serves as a best guide for me in the journey of development sector. He said "Sharda, in social sector you will find two interesting laws of thermodynamics at work. One law says that 'transfer of energy takes time', always remember that social change which you have in mind will not happen fast, it may take months, years and possibly decades. This law instills the faith, the perseverance, the patience whenever I am about to quit. Second law says that 'whenever transfer of energy happens, there is always loss of energy', therefore you should be happy if even 30% (carnot engine) of what you have dreamt gets accomplished. This law makes me re-energized to find out missing links and connecting dots in the hazy picture where all the dots and all the links vanish even after getting linked.

ना  हार  से  ना  जीत  से
बस  केवल  एक  उम्मीद  से
वक़्त के पन्नों पर कुछ लिखता मिटाता हूँ
गीत नया गाता हूँ

BTW Happy Engineer's day!!!

Why do I love Cooperative's

Sunday was spent in grief over departure of the Milkman of Anand  to heavely abode. Today morning I went to a nearby shop for purchasing some stuff, Amul Pro was kept in the front row and I out of curiosity shared with the shop owner that the person who brought up "Amul" is no more. He thought for a while and replied with a relaxed note that now his son will take over "Amul". I was puzzled over the response.

I didn't know what to say. He was perhaps right in his own understanding. He including everyone else have heard, one Tata Leaving and another Tata or relative nominee with a mighty share holding pitching in, One Birla Leaving and another Birla taking the reins, One Ambani leaving and other Ambani becoming Chairman.........

But here is one organization may be not as big as any of the industrial houses whom we know but still considerably big (recently crossed 10,000 crore turn over), has a representative becoming chairman who is democratically elected/nominated  and represents the farmer member-owner of the organization. Here is an organization whose profits get shared back not according to the money invested by share holders but in proportion to the labor/produce contributed by any ordinary farmer member to the growth of the organization viz. Amul.
Without spreading distaste about other forms of organizations (investor owned capitalistic industries), the innocent reply of the shopkeeper gave me a sense of pride that the  institutions created by Milkman from Anand continues to inspire us.

May these institutions and future institutions of similar form in making will keep the spirit alive !!

As was the chief different so was the war;

The chief is gone but the war is on;

The madness, the dream, the revolution is all fresh again;

Asking where are the one's who will form the chain;

The chain of soldiers who will give producers of the nation a strength to fight;

A fight which will make 'cooperative's' a real might;

Chief has glorified the milk cooperative dairy with the little Amul fairy;

"I too had a dream" is left to make the chief merry'

Milkman from Anand.

Photo Courtsey: Satwick Reddy Thumu

 The thought that now this hand will not rise again, makes us sad;

But then it reminds us about the larger dream which made even most powerful mad;

The hand was of chief of army who won every war unfazed;

Now needs soldiers who will espouse the cause the chief embraced;

As was the chief different so was the war;

The chief is gone but the war is on;

The madness, the dream, the revolution is all fresh again;

Asking where are the one's who will form the chain;

The chain of soldiers who will give producers of the nation a strength to fight;

A fight which will make 'cooperative's' a real might;

Chief has glorified the milk cooperative dairy with the little Amul fairy;

"I too had a dream" is left to make the chief merry';

May chief's soul rest in peace.

Architect of the My life: 2011-12 year

Last to Last year, I had decided to dedicate a page for the people who have been a mentor, a guide, a path changer for my life on the eve of every teacher's day (5th September). Unfortunately this time I missed the date, but still going by the argument better late then never, I have this page for................

Mukul Kumar: There are different kinds of people whom we meet both within our work domain and beyond. Prof Raju used to classify people as BOHO (behavior of higher order) and BOLO (Behavior of lower order). I strongly believed in the two classes, untill I met and worked with Mukul. He perhaps transcends this classification and even BOHO will fall short off accommodating him. I will not talk about his contribution to Navjeevan Cooperative's evolution and growth because it is evident to the team here and will become vivid in some time to everyone else as Navjeevan grows and becomes one of the finest community owned enterprises in eastern part of the country. There is something more to him. Two incidents I will narrate which have moved me from within.
1st Incident:
 Majority of us purchase some or the other stuff for home from road side shops mostly being run under temporary sheds. Last summer me and Mukul were in cuttack for purchasing "vinachar" (Soft grass which when wet keeps home cool: used often in air coolers). We were in hurry, I paid for the joint strip of 'vinachar' and when I looked around, I didnt find Mukul. To my surprise, Mukul was busy with something else. The old lady who was tying up two strips as per our requirement in her little temporary shed, got hurt because of some drunkard who had thrown the glass bottle on road side last night. Mukul busy was arranging dettol and cotton and later gave her some money to purchase milk and fruits. I am sure I would have overlooked her pain and moved forward!

2nd incident:
Two week's back Mukul was returning back and on road side found a truck which met with an accident by hitting a electricity pole. Truck driver and another person onboard were badly hurt. There were scores of onlookers surrounding the truck but as usual no one was helping the injured persons. Mukul dropped me a message that he will be on leave for the second half. He arranged a trekker (autorickshaw's are known as trekkers here) and requested people surrounding the truck to help him shift the two injured bodies. Fortunately one person came out and with his assistance, he took them to the local 'sarakari' hospital. As expected there was no doctor. On enquiry he got to know that doctor had gone for extended lunch.(pun intended). He somehow located the doctor's residence and brought him to the treatment room. Upon arrival and after seeing the helpless injured truck driver, doctor said that it was not his time for treatment, fortunately in the crowd which got assembled at hospital sight one person was from media and he shouted back at doctor that if you will not treat him, he will ensure that doctor';s statement appears in tomorrow's news. Finally treatment happened.


Both these incidents reflect apparently small acts of kindness which all of us overlook. It needs sensitivity from within to see, understand and above all ACT to support people who need us but we don't know them personally. It doesnt call for being a development sector professional or a "NGO wala". This 'sensitivity' from within is something which cannot be restricted to dimensions of time, position and people. This comes from within and spreads to all needy. We need not be doctor or a big government official to help people in need. All it needs is a sincere and kind heart and equally willing hand to act. And therefore for the year 2011-12 I place him as an architect of my life.

Later on I got know from Mukul that few year's back he had met with a serious accident and was carried over to a hospital by a "sabji wala". He calls these incidents as "Paying it forward" the act's kindness. Will we add to the link of  "Paying it forward"

ये स्वप्न का सवाल है

न जंग का भय है न शान्ति का मुकाम है ; 

न जीत का गुरुर है  न हार का मलाल है ; 

चल सको तो संग चलो ये स्वप्न का सवाल है ; 

न धूप की अगन है न छाँव का सुकून  है ;   

न सुबह की उमंग है न शाम की थकान है;  

चल सको तो संग चलो ये स्वप्न का सवाल है;  

न भीड़ का साथ है न बड़ा सर पे हाथ है;

हाँ है खुदा का फ़र्ज़ ये  और मै उसका कर्ज़दार हूँ ;

हो मुझ पे जो भरोसा; 

एक मेरा हाथ है और एक तेरा  हाथ है;

चल सको तो संग चलो ये स्वप्न का सवाल है . 

नहीं है तमन्ना

नहीं है तमन्ना चाँद तारों तक पहुँच पाने की;
जो जमीं पर रहनेवालों के दिलों को छू पाए तो खुद को खुशनसीब मानेंगे.
नहीं है तमन्ना भीड़ से खुद को अलग दिखाने की ;
जो शक्कर के दाने बन सके तो पानी में घुल कर अपनी मिठास छोड़ जाएँगे .
नहीं है तमन्ना राजाओं से बड़े महल बनवाने की;
जो पडोसी के अधूरे घर में एक ईंट ही जोड़ पाए तो उसकी ख़ुशी में खुशियाँ  सजाएँगे   .
नहीं है तमन्ना अपने नाम पर पथ्थरों की मूर्तियाँ बनवाने की ;
जो अपनी आँखों से किसी की आँखें बन सके तो उन्हें पथ्थरों की ठोकरों से बचाएँगे.
नहीं है तमन्ना अपने जाने के बाद लोगों को अपनी कमी का अँधेरा दिखाने की;
जो जाने से पहले फिर एक दीपक जला सके तो खुद को जिन्दा जानेंगे .

City of Joy and "Uncommon" Common Man

Early part of this week I was in Kolkata often addressed as City of Joy, along with my colleague Mukul for finalizing catalogue for painting unit of Jajpur Cooperative.

This city has always been closure to the heart for its commonness which becomes vivid even to an outsider with 'ambassador' cars running all around. I also knew sweetness of this city known fondly for its 'misthis'. However what was unknown to me and my colleague Mukul was presence of "uncommon" honesty in common man of the city.

We took a taxi to MG road, got down there and realized after sometime that Mukul had left his cell in the taxi. We tried to follow the taxi but since traffic signal got cleared, taxi drifted away from our sight. As a last hope I tried to ring Mukul's number. Phone was picked by the taxi driver. He shared his current position and taxi number and requested us to stay back at the place where he had dropped us. Still with disbelief in heart we ran to the place where his taxi had turned after traffic signal and  the scene before us came as a pleasant surprise.

There were few people waving hand to board the cab and the taxi driver was refusing them, showing the cell out of taxi window and shouting that he has to go MG road for returning this. I was overwhelmed at this gesture of the 'common man'. While he was turning his taxi towards us in the traffic, we reached to his place. He joyfully handed the cell to us. Pedestrians around, requested us to pay something to the taxi driver ,which he refused to accept. I tried to persuade him and atlast he accepted the small sum when we told him that we are not paying for his honesty but for the happiness of getting back a cell which was gifted by some one very dear.

The 'uncommon' common man left with new passengers onboard and we left the place with an everlasting imprint about another 'uncommon' commonness of the 'City of Joy'

निशान

जब लगे मंजिल है दूर कदम है मजबूर;

जब कारवां न हो  साथ, गिरने पर थामने को न हो कोई हाथ ;

जब खुद का खुद से उठने लगे भरोसा ;

जब गिरकर फिर उठने  का साहस न बचा हो जरा सा .

तब शिद्दत से याद दिलाना खुद को ;

वक्त लगेगा हिम्मत को परखा जाएगा  ;

लोहे को  लोहा कहने से पहले ज्वाला में सेका जाएगा;

अगर फिर भी राह में कोई मिल जाए और कहे कि सपनों की डगर होती नहीं आसान;

तो उन्हें कह देना इसीलिए इन पर चलने वालों के मिटते नहीं निशान;

मंजिल  यक़ीनन  मिलेगी  ये  एहसास  खुद  को कराते  जाना ;

अगर मंजिल  से पहले ही  साँसे  उखड  गयी  तो  भी कुछ  गम  नहीं ;

उन उखड्ती साँसों में  जिन्दा था एक इंसान, उस इंसान का निशाँ बनाते जाना. 

Mayurbhanj Cooperative Experiment: July-September Update

Dear Initiators, Supporters, Wellwishers, curious Observers and Vocal Critics of Mayurbhanj Cooperative Experiment

I think I will be pardoned for copying words of Steve Jobs when I say ‘joining dots of life looking backward’ : Now I feel April turmoil was the best thing that would have happened with the Mayurbhanj Cooperative experiment. Due to april turmoil, experiment on one hand truly became people’s initiative with individuals contributing in the range of Rs.500 to 25,000 and on other hand it led cooperative members come out of dependency syndrome. They now understand that there might be some individuals/organizations who are no longer with them but there are many many individuals who even though don’t know them but still they believe in their act of coming together and members don’t want these individuals to be let down.

Quantitative Update

As shared in last quarterly update, 90 quintals of Mahua Flower was sold through village cooperative branch by linking to ‘one up level trader’ and on an average members receivedadditional Rs.75 per quintal compared to what they were receiving earlier without cooperative in place. Amount close to 150 quintals of Mahua Flower is in stock with the cooperative members and is due for sale during mid-October (near Kali-Puja prices are highest).  For sale of this 150 quintals considering last year prices, members are expecting to get additional Rs. 300 per quintal.

Without taking any credit, I must confess that this was possible only due the efforts put by two field staff Prabhakar and Diwakar, who mobilized the community for the collective action.

3 More cooperative branches have been added to Marshal Cooperative, taking membership of the cooperative to 590 in total.

Qualitative Update

This quarter witnessed extra-ordinary role from the representative board members of the cooperative.  From earlier stand of being a mute follower of what field staff or I used to communicate, they have transcended towards doing things on their own and taking initiatives. This might sound very easy but is  perhaps the most important & difficult part towards making cooperative ‘self-reliant’. Some of the specific initiatives taken by the board members I am sharing here

*In the board meeting which was held on 2^nd of July, they decided that for member compliance and cooperatives growth it’s imperative that cooperatives business domain must move beyond NTFP which is seasonal.  (This was latently in my thinking when we initiated the experiment, but at the core level I never shared.  Our design towards the experiment was to build ‘collective action’ from the existing product/s value chain where ‘apparent exploitation’ from  market agents is present. Succinctly put, other than spiritual/religious purposes, people come together only when they see cost of coming together is minimal compared to the gains which they can derive by joining hands. This was vividly ingrained from the existing trade of NTFP and therefore Mahua flower became the entry point. However I was sceptical about ‘how ‘, ‘when’ and ‘what’ next to be added for making cooperative operational year-round. I was absent in this board meeting when they decided answers for ‘how’, ‘when’ and ‘what’ for ensuring cooperative’s growth.)

*They decided to refrain from ‘prescribing’  one common activity to the village cooperative branches. Set of activities ranging from Poultry, Fishery, Floriculture, Beekeeping and Vegetable Cultivation at collective level was floated. Respective representative members of the board organized village wise meetings and shared this information. (I didn’t attend even one such single meeting and members outperformed my expectation of handling this on their own)

*Gaipani village where Marshal Cooperative’s registered office is present will perhaps now become another “Gambhira Cooperative in making”. Gaipani Branch members have taken Panchayat’s 1.5 acre pond with another 2 acres of vacant plot and 200 cashew tree plantation on lease. They intend to experiment an integrated collective livestock cum farming project. Taking pond as base, 5000 fish fingerlings will be put in the pond by 13^th of October. A poultry shed for 200 birds is prepared by the members through ‘collective labor’. Excreta of the birds will serve as food for the fishes in the pond. This month 200 Papaya and 500 Banana trees will be planted around the pond. Chili and tomato will be cultivated in 2 acre vacant land which will be irrigated from water of the pond. Cashew plantation which was done by Horticulture dept 2 years back and was lying idle will be ready for harvesting in March.

They have designed a schedule whereby each day one member will have the responsibility to stay in the project location and take care of the assignment primarily in three aspects ‘irrigating the papaya, banana and vegetables, feeding the poultry birds and fishes, ensuring the safety of the farm and livestock produce. (This is going to be a thrilling experiment for me as well !!)

Similar such other projects are in pipeline in other villages

* President and Secretary have now started meeting government officials and getting work done without me accompanying them. Ranging from small legal obligations like getting Pan Card, Sales Tax number (those who have applied in past can understand the pain !) and discussing with respective line department officials for availing applicable government schemes were all handled by them. (As a small instance to share: they were initially reluctant in talking to Excise Superintendent and Sales Tax Commissioner fearing them as ‘big’ government officials who will not entertain them. However I became bit rigid and told the board members that I’ll not come with them. Finally they went, talked to them, returned and very happily shared that ‘Sir, unne bahut achche se baat kari’ and perhaps their fear is gone. For next year license fee’s exemption President and Vice President of the cooperative are going to meet District Collector next week on their own. As a facilitator of the experiment, probably this is the happiest moment seeing the kid stand on own!!)

* At individual level 30 members have taken 380 “Vanraja” breed birds. Money for purchase and transport of the birds was contributed by the members. This at surface level seems to be very simple, but has an innovation built in. They got to know from me that in Jajpur Cooperative (where I am currently engaged in through sister concern of Harsha trust-Renaissance), poultry is one of the major revenue generating activity for the community. However in Jajpur cooperative, broiler farming is being practiced. Broiler is high capital intensive and due to active financial support from tata steel it is being attempted. However in Mayurbhanj as external capital support is limited, they cannot go for broiler farming.  Typically they used to keep 2-3 ‘desi’ birds as backyard poultry which was primarily for their own consumption. These birds normally fed themselves by scavenging across. Vanraja which is hybrid of Desi and Broiler is more disease resistant and gains weight earlier. These members thought of a unique approach. Approach was what in Buddhism they call as ‘middle path’. They decided to keep 10-15 ‘Vanraja’ birds which is not very costly. However with increase in bird size, feed available through scavenging on kitchen and farm waste will remain limited and therefore for feeding they decided to go with semi-scavenging which implies that one time feed will be given by the rearer and rest birds will search by scavenging . With this cost of feeding is reduced to half. (This is not new, it is being practiced in Bangladesh which I later on got to know from literature review but since the members didn’t have access to literature/internet, it can be safely termed as innovation from them)

Where experiment didn’t work

All is definitely not well!! Cooperative is still financially dependent upon grants being sent by my friends and professors from beloved alma-mater viz IRMA and NIT-Surat. I must thank my dearest friend Trinadh for an overwhelming support of 500 USD in August and my senior NagaChetan for arranging interest free loan of Rs.50,000 for 3 months.  Member’s savings in most of the villages is low, which is definitely not a good sign for financial stability of the cooperative. Due to dormancy of village representatives, two villages in particular have gone off-track.

What we are doing to recover

We are now putting forward proposals specifically for integrated collective livestock farming and Semi-Scavenging Vanraja Poultry to institutional donors. Our proposal has major component of zero/low interest loan and negligible grant. If any one of the proposal clicks in, with the proposed activities Cooperative will achieve financial viability in 8 months time. As a supplement, we are now seeking zero/low interest loan from friends. Total loan amount sought is 2.5 lakhs, which will be returned to respective loaners by the end of 8^th month. Member’s savings have been low as they have invested their small income in paddy (this year rain was particularly good). With additional earning coming from the proposed activities, members will be able to deposit the regular monthly savings.

Support sought from you:

We thank from heart to people who have made us stay afloat. We request the grantees to stop the monthly grant from Februray 2012 and instead raise loan to the cooperative to the tune of Rs. 5,000-10,000 which will be returned at the end of 8^th Month. Thereafter cooperative will be in a position to take loan for its activities from the existing market based financial institutions. (Those who need details about financial viability plan can kindly let me know as a reply mail, I’ll share the same)

Where is this experiment heading to

Membership base expected by March 2012: 1100

Prospective average increase in annual income in the calendar year 2012: Rs.6000-8000 per active member

I thank once again to one and all. May Almighty's wish prevail!

"And somewhere there are engineers
Helping others fly faster than sound.
But, where are the engineers
Helping those who must live on the ground?"

'Sadak' passing through Road

Memories go back to May 2006 when we had gone with 'Pushpak', our all terrain vehicle, to Portland, OR, we were told that people only with US or International license can drive on road, competition although was an exception.

Perhaps US road authorities believe that their driving standards are much tougher than that of countries like India. They might be true, but they must value and give credit to people who drive successfully on "Sadak" passing through Indian roads. Yeah !

I live in a small town of Orissa. I often wonder why the traffica-wala's keep looking for heads without helmet in such slow paced road. Few incidences of past made me trust their sanity. If you have helmet over your head, its quite possible that  when u meet an accident, due to fake ISI mark on the helmet you may end up with a broken head but you can be sure about its other multiple auxiliary uses. Some of them I will illustrate to refresh your mind! 

It can save you from red marks not of blood but of pan, chewed and spit all over by the driver and passengers going in a local baas (bus). It might not save you from hit of the bus but it definitely saves your ear from the noise (mind u, in these buses except horn every other part makes pretty good rhythm ). It will for sure save you from getting your face "dark and lovely' by the dust and smoke from the passing by truck whose PUC check might be as old as its date of birth.

Well Indian roads particularly in small towns are not just about helmets. There are other USP"s as well. You thought we pay road tax and thereby get a legal authority to drive. Wait!! you are under wrong impression. You will be surprised to know that biggest owners of the road are stray cattle who have an all empowering right to sit anywhere and anytime on the road. You think Indian Government authorities are lazy. No!! They have a highly technical vision. These cattle on the road are actually mobile speed breakers. Fixed speed breakers allow drivers to speed up in a planned way and therefore are prone to more accidents, but with mobile speed breakers you will be surprised at movement of every inch. As someone rightly shared sometime back on facebook that its much like farmville game, you never know from which side cow, goat and dog will enter.  let me quote a beautiful learning on how to drive successfully with these mobile speed breakers. One of my colleague shared. "Dekho jab gai ya bakri road cross kar rahi ho tab unke peeche se gadi le jao, woh kabhi wapas nahin mudte, par agar kutta road cross kar raha ho to uske aage se gaadi le jao , woh jaroor peeche mudega", and this indeed works (test at your own risk) !! Authorities in US:- Do you test your license takers for this !!!, I am sure no.

Now coming to the subject of the post "Sadak" passing through road. Needless to say, we in India, particularly in small towns never get 'potholes' on road. Surprised, yeah, we get road on potholes. Before you start cribbing about authorities associated with road construction, let me candidly admit that they have done this for better health of the citizens of the town. Afterall we have demo(no)cracy in India. (woh alag baat hai ki hamare Prime Minister and Home Minister democratic election me nahin khade ho paye/jeet paye)  Well, you seem to be naive, so here is the hidden  good intention of the authorities "People these days are prone to obesity because they don't do morning exercises, but once they step out of their house in a two wheeler, roads make sure that atleast 90% of the time you are not on the seat but in air striving to control the handle and ensuring that your bike is not stuck in some pothole sorry "sadak" and while you do  this juggling all your body parts get necessary stretch and strain, sometimes beyond tensile limits, jiske liye hamen khed hai!! I remember during our induction period in GM, we were shared that every new vehicle before launch is put on something called "torture track" . Now I realize and feel like recommending my bosses in GM not waste money on preservation of the "torture track", Indian Government has already put enough efforts to ensure that roads in small towns resemble them.

Still if authorities in US and other developed countries feel that they have better driving standards, I think they must send a delegation to any small town of India to redefine their standards on how "Sadak" passes through Road!!

Architects of My life-Year 2010-11

Last year on teacher's day (5th September) I had decided to dedicate a page  "Architects of My life" on the blog for all those 'common beings' who have directly or indirectly influenced "My experiments" in the last one year. The Page reads "God cannot come on its own to guide and care for us all the time and at all moments,  therefore possibly all of us are bestowed with some people who  influence us, pamper us, scold us, mold us, criticize us, motivate us..... These people may not be those big shots who make headlines in newspapers or on television. More often than not, these are the one's whom we see and meet at different points of life. These people  possibly themselves never know what influence they have cast on us and even if they know they never make us feel that they have been instrumental in transforming us. "

 One year has passed by and I am back with a small "thank you" note for few of those common people around me. I humbly submit before the readers that this page is not intended to compare contribution of individuals for the experiments, rather its just a sincere attempt to attribute and give credit to the "common beings" who are behind the scene for all what has happened in the year 5th September 2010- 5th September 2011.

Nilanjan Ghose: In flashback, transition from academic life at IRMA to actual work on field wouldn't have been as smooth as it happened if Nilanjan was not there with me. We had endless discussions on various issues, debated at length on participatory development practices and worked together in Kawardha and Mayurbhanj assignment. Few within my circle know that the amount of time which I could allocate to Mayurbhanj was made possible only because of Nilanjan. While others felt that I was managing all the 'other' assignments well along with "extra" time to Mayurbhanj, it was actually Nilanjan behind the scene helping me out in all other assignments. I often wonder if he was not there Mayurbhanj experiment would have been dropped in October last year after Mamta and Sunandan left Winrock. Almighty had blessed not just a colleague but an elder brother with whom I could share 'almost' everything I had in heart. I thank him from heart for his extraordinary support he extended till my stay with Winrock.

Ranjan Kumar Samal: One person who has been an inspiration of the year.Coincidentally he was the secretary of the  first village cooperative branch in Kuanrpur village. April turmoil :At one end I was disappointed by President of one very big organization for continuation of the Mayurbhanj experiment and at other end I got Ranjan as President of Mayurbhanj Cooperative experiment as a budding community organization. I often share with my friends the background story of Ranjan and they all get filled with admiration for this person. Two years back his grandfather and father expired in succession. His elder brother separated out and entire family responsibility fell on his shoulders. It was as if fate was testing him, his brother in law died in accident after falling from roof top and now he has to take care of his elder sister's family as well. His mother remains seriously ill and he has to arrange money for his younger sister's marriage. He himself is a high BP patient.  And with all this at hand, he is carrying forward Mayurbhanj Cooperative experiment with a smile. I ask him to charge petrol bill  for Cooperative's work and take a minimum honorarium for the time he spends for cooperative on Cooperative's monthly expense and he replies "ye hamara sapna hai; jab aap cooperative ke upar apna kharch charge nahin karte tab thoda toh mujhe bhi aisa nahin karne ka hak banta hai; ek baar cooperative set ho jae bas" and I get an assurance from within that with such a person at the helm of my dream assignment, it is bound to succeed. Isn't Ranjan an extraordinary unquoted example for many of us, who shed off the responsibility for the society under pretext of one or other family responsibility.?

Shabana Parween: Post April turmoil when I was looking for job nearby Mayurbhanj for self-sustenance, I visited Angul for an interview. Shabana happens to be my batchmate from IRMA and working with Nalco Foundation and is currently based in angul. By nature she has been shy and perhaps that's why she had not shared it earlier and while I was entering her flat, she 'silently' said that it was her Bday. Her mother had prepared lunch and was waiting for me. While I was chatting with her mother I casually asked if there is a Bday celebration plan then I'll catch train little late and her reply left me spell bound. She said that Shabana intends to celebrate her bday by distributing fruits to children of an orphanage.  Isn't this a truest way of celebrating one of the most important day of the year where the celebration's essence reaches to children whom got perhaps left deprived of the biggest wealth 'parents' . I got my lesson of the year or perhaps lesson of the life. We often spend big sum on parties which are meant for people who already have sufficient resources to feed themselves. There is nothing wrong in partying provided we are sure that no one atleast in the town where we are celebrating, sleeps hungry stomach. Imagine with such 365 people and 365 Bday's life will become 'relatively' easy for few in the town!!

I sincerely thank all my friends and well wishers who have supported the Mayurbhanj Experiment.

मुश्किलों में अकेला छोड़ चले जाते हो

खुदा ने फ़रमाया 

 हर किसी के साथ हर समय तो नहीं रह सकता हूँ

इसिलिये कभी खुद आ जाता हूँ कभी अपनी बन्दों के रूप में रहमत भेज देता हूँ 

The two eyes with a smile and nothing else !!

I was recently discussing about the Mayurbhanj experiment with an old school friend of mine with whom I had  lost touch for almost a  decade. Discussion somehow took a distinct turn as it was difficult to make any new person understand  " what it takes to build community enterprises" and he very affectionately asked me "jab wahan log hindi nahin samajhte achche se and tum oriya bol nahin paate toh tum unhe collective enterprise banane ke liye convince kaise karte ho".(when people there don;t understand hindi fully and u cannot speak oriya, how do u convince them for forming collective enterprise). I wanted to explain him poverty statistics and other stuff why this area needs an intervention and how we are attempting it but then looked at my watch and told him and that i'll call him in the evening with little more time at my disposal.

Evening I returned back and as always "those two eyes with a smiling face" were waiting for me at the varandah of my landlord. I was somehow in different mood because of problems with the cooperative and I tried to ignore the presence "those two eyes with smiling face" and marched straight way upstairs to my room.  She started beating the varandah mini gate. I continued my flight upstairs, removed the lock and by that time it appeared as if mini door at the varandah will break down if she is not taken to my room. Her request or rather order was obeyed and finally there she was in my room, giggling  as if she is now in heaven , opened my bag, struggling with pen to become Oscar Wilde on my notebook, taking out the laptop charger and inserting the opposite end in the USB port and finally when she didnt find me taking note of any of her mischiefs, she was there right in front of me. She  started uttering something which even best of the best language translators cannot decipher, dont know why but I heard her very patiently. Those cluttered words spoke vividly how eagerly she was waiting for my arrival, how angry she was when I ignored her and didnt bring to my room and how happy she was when she could get the chance to play around with my stuff.  I took her outside and showed the traditional "chanda mama",a "bhow bhow" and narrated some kindergarten poem and  she responded with a sweet smile as if she understood everything I spoke.

Now there it was ....answer to my friends query. This girl who is barely year and a half who perhaps doesn't understand her mother tongue oriya leave apart hindi feels so happy and waits for a person who is very knew to her and listens and speaks a language which neither of us understand..but then there is a bond which is beyond things called rationality ...which perhaps makes people "feel" that this person is a friend of mine and is speaking something which is good and closely related to me..perhaps there are words which resonate a conviction, a faith and trust..perhaps there is something in the eyes which translate the intentions and a smile which bridges the gap of language. I clearly remember Prof Channiwala said, during one of our evening walks around the college campus, "Beta, if this innocent child like smile can be preserved till death bed, we have lived a successful life". I am not too sure whether that 'innocent child like smile" is still preserved but then whenever in village meetings or now with representative body meetings I speak, I feel a connectedness in the eyes of the people there,  now when I have started understanding Oriya and started inserting oriya words in my hindi sentences this connectedness is further improving. Ofcourse to satisfy the rationale thinker, I ensure that after I speak, one of the field staff's translate the stuff in Oriya as well.

Oh yes..."The two eyes with a smile and nothing else" !!

Lost for Winning !

Very often life brings us at terminals where many roads end and in turn bend into multiple directions each taking a unique look. Gujarati's call those terminals as 'chaukdi', Oriya call as 'chak' and hindi speaking belt designate it as 'chauraha'. Whatever name people might give it, effect remains the same. It perplexes human mind, more so when the decision is not for self but for 500 odd families associated with that one decision.

As shared in last post , authorities responsible for grant of license for the mahua flower trade to the cooperative  have delayed it beyond the limits of delay. Perhaps or may be with this sentence 'perhaps' is not required, they are looking for bribe for grant of license. Ethically I am against doing anything if that comes through corrupt route, but here produce at stake is not mine but of 500 odd poor families who on our insistence and persuasion had come together and didnt sell the produce to the local trader. They were assured that collectively with 'time utility' they will be able to fetch a better price for the produce of their efforts. However as it was decided that entire working capital has to come from them and therefore price of the produce will be given only after 'collective sale' happens. This was done to ensure their 100% stake in 'their business'.

They 'innocently' followed the advise and in the member preference card, they had marked when and in what quantities they will like their produce to be sold. However due to inordinate delay in the license, this process couldn;t be properly followed by the cooperative. Now Cooperative stands at two choices, either give bribe and take the license at the earliest or violate the first principle of 100% working capital contribution by members which was the most unique aspect in the Mayurbhanj Expeirment. In both choices objective remains same, members must not be left unpaid as they have completed their promise of holding back the produce.

Today we had cooperative's representative body meeting. May be due to my inclination towards not giving bribe, board members unanimously agreed for the second choice. Cooperative has decided to advance loan for 50% of the produce and pay back the members upto 1 quintal at the last highest market price. With this members will get a breathing space and will be able to support some of the expenses for the ongoing paddy cultivation. Some of my friends have agreed to advance 'no interest' loan which cooperative will repay back by January 2012.

With this one decision Marshal Cooperative has perhaps lost the unique model which it wanted to portray that poor can do business with 100% working capital contribution from their end. But then this 'chauraha' of life had two tough choices, we thought it was better to let the 'innovation' aspect die down instead letting our morals down. Neverthless even if 'innovation' will not be visible on balance sheets but in spirit all members and representative body recognizes that members had fulfilled their 100% working capital contribution criteria and its the systemic delay which has forced us to advance payments.

Not too sure, management case studies might treat this has 'Lost' but we at Mayurbhanj experiment call this "Lost for winning' because ......
ना  हार  से  ना  जीत  से
बस  केवल  एक  उम्मीद  से
वक़्त के पन्नों पर कुछ लिखता मिटाता हूँ
गीत नया गाता हूँ 

Tensed -yes I am, Lost-not yet

When people talk about pollution in the air, I sometimes wonder more than Green house gases, gas of corruption is afloat in the air along with oxygen that we breath in. The fight for getting registered copy of COIT without paying bribe was successful. Now stands another fight in waiting....

Marshal Cooperative's application for license is lying with the authorities since last one month. They perhaps have failed to understand that because of the delay which they are exercising for granting license is causing problem for members of the cooperative. Request made by board members of the cooperative have fallen on dear ears. As a last effort of request made by Prabhakarji, one of the field staffs, Excise department have called the field staff and board members tomorrow in their office.  As field staff shared authorities have not granted license because cooperative has not advanced 'the green paper' which has Mr. Mohandas Gandhi's image printed on it along with the application for license.

Should we bow down and let the board pay the bribe and get hold of license so that poor members start getting the remunerative price for the produce or should we continue the fight with the legal process. I don't have an answer..I am tensed..not lost faith on the ethics yet but how long can I ignore call from members for sale of produce? 

क्यूँकी राह में धूप तो होगी

स्वप्न देखा नहीं जाता महसूस किया जाता है

इसमें शब्दों का खेल नहीं वरन रक्त और पसीने का मेल किया जाता है 

ऐसा वक़्त भी आता है जब गिरने पर दर्द को भी दर्द का भान नहीं होता

कई बार हारने पर भी जीत की उम्मीद छूटने का ज्ञान नहीं होता 

मौत खडी हो लक्ष्य के दरमियाँ फिर भी सांस नहीं रूकती

परिस्थितियाँ कहते थक जाएँ पर 'एक बार फिर' कोशिश  करने की प्यास नहीं बुझती 

और तुम कहते हो की हम रुक जाएं

क्यूँकी राह में धूप तो होगी 

स्वप्न महसूस करना कोई जज्बात की बात नहीं

ये तो खुद की खुद से जंग है कायरों को मिलने वाली सस्ती सौगात नहीं 

व्यापार  में लाभ हानि तो व्यापारी  देखते हैं 

सपनों के लिए लड़ने वालों को व्यापरी के तराजू में नहीं तौलते हैं 

धूप छाँव क्या चीज़ है ये तो सूरज के अस्तितिव को भी नहीं पूजते है 

जो अपने स्वप्न के लिए जीते हैं वो जीवन का मृत्यु को भी रीझते है

और तुम कहते हो की हम रुक जाएं

क्यूँकी राह में धूप तो होगी

Will we actually 'owe' it ?

While most of us mourned death of innocent people in Mumbai blasts and criticized the government for its "non-intelligent intelligence' which seldom succeeds in getting information about terror attacks, I was more terrified by an incident; which perhaps will never appear (Atleast on front page) on newspaper and news channels 

Today we had meeting of subgroup of the cooperative and I got to know that meeting cannot be organized because Grandson of one member of the cooperative is seriously ill since last 3 days. We went to her home and saw the the kid. This kid is less than one year old and was looking pale. We inquired and got to know that they had taken the kid to nearby community health center (CHC) but there was no improvement in the health and therefore they decided to use their traditional/spiritual method for treatment.We somehow convinced them to again consult the doctor and took the kid along with her grand mother. Upon reaching the CHC, we showed the kid to the doctor on duty, he said this child is seriously malnourished and immediately needs to be referred to Cuttack Hospital. He asked for earlier prescription and then we got to know that 3 days back when they had shown the kid to the doctor he had also advised same thing but they had not adhered to it. Nevertheless the doctor  instructed us to get saline to be put before ambulance was arranged. 

Till now everything for me was normal, but perhaps God wanted me to witness something which I'll never forget.

After getting saline, when nurse was about to put in the injection, she saw marks of burning on the kid's hand and then saw it on legs and neck too. The community here doesn't believe in modern medicine, quite possible that only out of someone;s force that they had visited doctor earlier but then as they didn't believe in it they didnt follow the instructions of the doctor and the kid;s condition further deteriorated.  Like most of you who are reading this post, I was unaware of how traumatic this traditional treatment is. Now what the traditional treatment is, they believe that people become ill only when some evil soul enters the body and for removing this evil soul we need to torture the body and so they burn the body with hot iron and this less than one year kid had those marks!!!

I am not going to blame NIA or CBI for this. Perhaps even FBI or Interpol also cannot detect the terror which that kid and many alike him go through (let them be spared for mumbai attacks). But yes I am certainly going to ask questions to the learned , to the doctors, to the engineers and and to my other 'relatively' well off friends can we give sometime and try to remove out this 'terror'. It need not be in Orissa, could be any where. Ofcourse Dr. Manmohan singh and his brigade or for that matter anyone else in his position can be put to blame for the 'terror' which I shared but still somewhere we all 'common people' owe a responsibility.

Will we actually 'owe' it ?

Relation between my Roti and Dr.Manmohan Singh

 Finally after rice, dal and sabji I was forced to venture into cooking the last item-Roti as the nearby eatery stopped preparing chapati for me.

I thought it would be an easy task but somehow gave many feelings which perhaps only Dr Manmohan Singh can sense while managing the affairs of this vast nation. Process started with mixing water in the wheat flour. It was as if many regional parties need to be brought together and form UPA so that well balanced flour is set in. Initially I poured less water, perhaps the way Dr. Manmohan Singh wanted to keep left and 'behenji of north and amma of south' out of the coalition but soon found to my dismay that flour will not set in unless more water is poured. Therefore following Dr. Manmohan singh I added more water, but as he was inexperienced at handling 'more parties' my flour became wet like  a liquid paste. Neverthless 'manthan' continued and while accommodating different corners, added more flour after learning from dear Prime minister to create more ministerial berths. With some pushes and pulls with the 'liquid paste' and additional wheat flour, flour started giving a well balanced look. However as time proved to Dr. Manmohan singh that this 'apparent' better look was nothing more than 'apparent'. Once I started rolling it into small round pieces, I realized that there was not enough elasticity and Mamtaji forced to get Railway Ministry. Moment it was put on 'chauki' A Raja started his show. South South came together and Roti started taking shape of India. At one corner I had Jammu and Kashmir where as at other end there was North east joined by a very small connecting route to the 'hindi' mainland. Neverthless efforts continued to take the map as a 'unified' but still a 'federal' nation. However there came a turning moment. Erstwhile Andhra Pradesh in the roti brokeout and Telangana supporters got separated, your own MP's resigned . Finally Dr Manmohan singh sent his most reliable people to pacify the matter ofcourse as a patch work. I too added some paste of flour in the adjoining Andhra Pradesh and tried to form a Telangana. This made first raw 'roti' but not sure whether even formation of Telangana will make this roti and my nation look better from development perspective. All the while my mother kept instructing me on phone and I kept following as you do obediently to UPA Chairperson Sonia Gandhi

Journey however was destined at something else. Perhaps Dr. Manmohan singh is not destined for peaceful life. Moment Chapati was put in 'tawa' it got divided into three parts. One appeared representing foreign diplomacy policy towards USA for terrrorism, other representing inflation with rising petroleum prices and third civil society anguish against corruption. With time "tawa' was getting hot and cooking the three pieces together was becoming difficult. While Dr. Manmohan Singh focussed on foreign policy, civil society representative Anna Hazare started his anshan and this part got 'roasted to black', third part was left unattended and remained raw. After doing some 'ulat pulat' for 10-15 min, I took out all the three pieces assuming them to be still one Roti.

Wish it was one Roti. Neverthless I was happy with the first roti, immediately called back home and shared this success story to my father. However much alike supreme court of India, he didnt believe that I could prepare first roti of my life. May God bless Dr. Manmohan Singh.
Dear Prime Minister I don't appreciate you but I do sympathize with your situation . you are perhaps still better among the worst available options as eatery had stopped preparing chapati and in all possible cases it's better to eat raw/burnt roti than sleeping without food !

That Kid: Interval between thoughts

There are moments in life, when everything and almost everything seems to get blocked. We get locked in situations where nothing seems possible. Things take so much bad shape that taking a step forward appears ruining the purpose of the entire journey covered till now. And its not just one or two or three things which appear to bother us but almost everything we are connected to seems to get chained up by series of circumstances. These circumstances make us feel that nothing is possible. Nothing can be done. It's all over.

Perhaps its not. Perhaps it can never be all over. It's just a moment may be a minute long, an hour long, a day long or some years long but it can never be all over. Recall the cast of a kid you were, you could just mumble few words , could walk  few steps and make limited set of expressions which either were considered as smile or tears but still you made sure that you could make your parents and elder siblings understand your needs. You made sure to force them to give you a horse ride, you could force them to get chocolate of your choice. Under all circumstances your ability to come out of situations is not constrained more than that what you had then as a kid. 

When you feel its all over, its just because you have lost the 'kid' within you who was eager to en-route the entire world when he just learnt the little steps, you have the lost the 'kid' within you who wanted to speak all the words in all the possible languages when he just learnt to say Ma, you have lost the 'kid' who strongly believed that his innocent wishes once made made they will be fulfilled under all circumstances and if not he'll ensure no one else in the family sleeps without making those wishes complete. That kid is no one else, its you, its the fighter within you, its the fighter who again has to rise up and make sure that the wishes, the dreams are fulfilled irrespective of what happens outside.

Will that kid rise again ?