Showing posts with label social_consciousness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social_consciousness. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Prerana, changing lives.

A person I am proud to have met is Priti Patkar Recently, I was extremely happy to speak to one of the children of the prostituted women, who is married and well settled now thanks to Prerana's efforts and her grit.

This got me thinking about Amir Khan's Satyameva Jayate where Sunita Krishnan talks about prostitution, the oldest organised crime in the world and says "The most difficult hurdle is changing the mindsets of people". Yes, we accept people who have committed many crimes but often do not accept the victims of crimes.. This has to change if our nation has to change.

Do view the links below to understand more..

http://www.ted.com/talks/sunitha_krishnan_tedindia.html http://www.lifepositive.com/Mind/Positive_Chronicles/Prerana_Inspiring_hope_in_the_children_of_prostituted_women.asp

Friday, July 29, 2011

Whoosh - the Wonder tree





Whoosh ! The hanging roots swayed. Karan looked up in surprise. It was not a particularly windy day. Well, he was too tired to think too much now. He had run a long distance in search of his ball, which had fallen down the slope.

He hadn’t found the ball. His uncle would be mad at him for losing it again. And then, he would give him a lecture on how careful they had been as children.

It was a routine scene. Karan had been living with his uncle and aunt for as long as he could remember. His parents had died in a airplane crash when he was a baby. “If you were my son, I would have thrashed you”, he kept saying. Karan sometimes felt it would be better if he actually gave him a whack instead of going on like this. Fortunately his aunt, his father’s sister and Seema, his cousin, were different. So, life was not too bad.

He sat down under the tree. It was really nice and cool. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.

Karan got up with a jolt. Something had fallen on him.

“Yuck! it was crow’s shit.”

He wiped it off, irritated at being woken up in such a manner.

His exciting dream had been disrupted. Oh well.. too bad, he thought and started to leave. His foot got caught in one of the roots coming down from the tree. He struggled hard, but was not able to break free.

“I hope you will be my friend “ a voice whispered.

Karan looked around. What was that ? Who was speaking to him ?

A little bird was sitting on the branches of the banyan tree, chirping sweetly. A whole group of ants had made a home of one of the hollows. The ants were working hard carrying food inside. Other than that, there was nobody to be seen.

“I must be going mad !” thought Karan.

He heard it again “My chosen friend” it said.

“What, where ?” said Karan, looking around.

“It is I, the tree”

“The… the.. tree ?” Karan asked, incredulously.

“Yes, me. “ he heard the voice speak distinctly.

Karan looked squarely at the tree. It seemed to be moving with the words. A little hollow in the trunk looked like the mouth. It looked quite friendly actually.

Friendly ? A tree ? What was happening to him? Was he going out of his mind? He wanted to run away but something made him stay on.

The voice continued speaking.

“People came and sat here. They talked and I also read their mind. They want a building. A big, tall building here. This land is protected forestland and they are not supposed to cut any trees. But they have somehow broken the law. They plan to kill me”

“Oh ..” said Karan, bewildered.

He remembered he had seen in the television news that many people had filed a petition in the court that the green area should remain protected.

Whoosh .. the tree swayed…

“But you can help me stop it”, it whispered.

“Me? Help you?” Karan asked, incredulously.

“Yes. You can help “ the tree answered, “please”, it said in a imploring voice.

“I need a friend to make things happen and I want to make you my friend.” It swayed again ” So will you be my friend? Please ? You can also transfer thoughts.”

Karan was feeling very queasy. But still, he did agree. Whoosh told him where to go and how to transfer the thought, by simply making sure they looked at him and transferring a thought. The person who was the builder happened to be Mr Parekh, his classmate Arnav’s father. Arnav was a conceited, arrogant fellow who Karan did not like at all. Magically, he was transported to his house. He was at the garden in his home. He mustered up the courage to walk up to him.

“Good evening, Mr Parekh”, he said.

“Yes, yes. Ok. I don’t know what’s good about this evening, though”, Mr Parekh, without looking at him.

What a disagreeable man.

“I am Karan. Remember we had met in our school annual day”

“Maybe. “ he replied, still not looking at him.


“Oh. Mr Parekh, be careful”, shouted Karan.

Mr Parekh turned “What ?”

Karan threw a rope from his bag in the grass.

“That was a snake. It could have harmed you.”, he said,

“A snake ? Here? What nonsense.”

“No, it is not nonsense. I actually saw a snake coming towards you.”

“Nowadays even tigers come to people’s buildings, you know. My aunt says its because we humans have taken away all the land from the animals.”

“Hey, you. You are not one of those environmentalists, are you? Don’t tell me about not cutting trees and destroying forests.” For the first time, Mr Parekh looked him in the eye. He blinked and rubbed his eye.

Great ! The thought was transferred now.

Karan grinned.

“No, no Mr Parekh. I don’t even know what “environ.. “ – what did you say ?”

“Never mind. It’s not important.”

“Ok. Get going now “ he said and turned in the key at the door.

The next day, he Arnav called out.

“Hey, Karan. “ called out Arnav. Saw a snake, did you ? Poooh.. nonsense. What were you doing near my house, anyway ? “

“Hey, I was on the road and that is public property “

“My father changed his mind about his grand building. He dreamt that the building would create too much pollution and then we would not be able to breathe. He even felt he would be blamed and people will not move in. As a result, our Singapore trip is now cancelled. “

He paused, sulking.

“Did you have anything to do with it ?” he asked, looking at Karan’s gleeful expression.

“Wow. You think your father would listen to me. That’s great.”

Arnav did not answer. Of course, his father would not listen to anyone, least of all, Karan. There was something weird in the whole affair, though. He shrugged and walked on.

Karan was greatly relieved. Whoosh was safe now. He went running to him. A sudden gush of wind blew across making Whoosh sway heavily. Karan hugged him tight in a warm embrace. “How wonderful if we could do this everywhere, Whoosh,” said Karan.

“We cannot go everywhere, Karan, but we could share our story so that others too realise how important it is to preserve the environment, “ Whoosh said, in a grave voice.

And this is what they are now doing.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Jai Jagat - the clarion call of Vinoba

I recently got the biography of Vinoba Bhave and found it really inspiring - the bhoodan movement I did mention in my previous post and was also most impressed at his efforts in Post Partition India. In Pakistan, his response to "Jai Pakistan" was always "Jai Jagat" - Victory to the World. Who can dispute that peace is possible only with this approach ? If only the entire world were to move out of their limited vision and realize this..

Monday, December 14, 2009

Marathi manoos who went to Telangana



Today, when the fire rages in Telangana and a debate on a Marathi Manoos rages on in Maharashtra, perhaps we need to remember and pay a tribute to people like Vinoba Bhave, who had seen the anguish of the Telanganites much earlier and yes incidentally happened to be a Maharashtrian.

In 1973, When Acharya Vinoba Bhave decided to see how he could help the landless people in India, he went to one of the most poverty striken areas, Telengana.

Setting himself up in the courtyard of a prayer compound, he was soon receiving visitors from the entire village. The landless people told Vinoba they had no choice but to support the people fighting for land, because they had no land. They asked him if he could ask the government give them land so they could grow the crops.
Vinoba replied, “What use is government help until we can help ourselves?”
Late that afternoon, by a lake next to the village, Vinoba held another prayer meeting that drew thousands of villagers from the surrounding area. Without really expecting a response, he said, “Brothers, is there anyone among you who can help your landless friends?”

The people were all silent, but they did realize Vinoba had no selfish interest, only their own interest at heart. “Why else would he coming walking all the way?” they thought.

Slowly, a prominent farmer of the village stood up. “Sir, I am ready to give one hundred acres.”
Vinoba could not believe his ears.

A farmer willing to part with 100 acres out of simple generosity. And Vinoba was just as astounded when the landless people declared that they needed only 80 acres and wouldn’t accept more!

Vinoba suddenly saw a solution. .

So began the movement called Bhoodan—“land-gift.” Over the next seven weeks, Vinoba asked for donations of land for the landless in 200 villages. “We do not aim at doing mere acts of kindness, but at creating a Kingdom of Kindness,” Vinoba Bhave used to say.

Yes, Bhoodan did not succeed as much as Vinoba wished, but surely, a remarkable way of solving problems through simple kindness had been shown..

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Happy to have been proven wrong

I used to wonder how Varun was managing to run an NGO, dreamindia2020.org , entirely manned by volunteers.

Though Varun has shared many experiences of his, I did feel there could be a shortcoming due to a volunteer-only concept and his geographical distance today which he makes up for by being in constant touch (he is the US while the work is going on in India).

Volunteer I did as one of the slums the group worked in was close to my home, but still wondered whether something more was needed.

Geeta’s story, however, has made me rethink on the entire issue. Geeta was very determined to pursue an education in the science stream in the eleventh standard. Those of us in India do know that’s not such an easy task, financially, even for well those with reasonably deep pockets.

Voila! the government began junior colleges with a tie up with reputed coaching centres, where students of government schools are not charged any fees. A volunteer’s efforts in taking her and ensuring her admission there has now made Geeta realize her dream.

I for one, do feel it is going to be the first of many steps in Geeta’s foray into the education of her dreams.

Most of all, am really happy to have been proven wrong in assuming that serious steps could not be taken in a volunteer only organization.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Reformers: My tribute

In the area of reformers,I have been privileged to meet some, for instance Sandeep Pandey of Asha for Education Bina Lashkari of Doorstep school , Anouradha Bakshi of Project Why , Shanti Raghavan of Enable India , Varun Rangarajan of Dream India 2020 .

These are in no particular order of ranking of importance but the common thread is their heart felt commitment to India and humanity.

Isn't this what keeps the world going ?