दाना या भूसा ?

<strong>रश्मिकांत नागर  </strong>
रश्मिकांत नागर

अपने छात्र जीवन की “एक” कारस्तानी का बयान कर रहे हैं।
यह कहानी नहीं, सत्य घटना है। 

मैं कृषि स्नातक की पढ़ाई कर रहा था। बीएससी ( कृषि) का दूसरा वर्ष था और समेस्टेर सिस्टम लागू होने से पहले, वार्षिक परीक्षा वाले सिस्टम का आख़िरी वर्ष। हमारे सभी शिक्षक दिल से चाहते थे की हम सब मन लगा कर पढ़ाईं करें और अच्छे अंकों से परीक्षा पास करें। 

मेरी कक्षा में हम ४० छात्र थे। २-३ को छोड़ बाक़ी सभी, वर्ष के आख़िरी महीने में पढ़ते कम पर चिन्ता ज़्यादा करते की पास कैसे होंगे। सारा साल तो मटरगस्ती और शैतानी में निकाल जाता। हम में से कुछ ज़्यादा ही मुँहफट और नालायक क़िस्म के थे। न आज का डर, ना कल की फ़िकर। मेरी गिनती भी इस श्रेणी में होती थी। 

हमारे अधिकतर शिक्षक गम्भीर क़िस्म के थे । और हमसे ज़्यादा हमारे भविष्य की फ़िक्र उन्हें होती थी। वह सभी अपनी पूरी कोशिश करते की विषय को किसी तरह रसप्रद बनाया जाय, पर कृषि ज़ैसे रूखे विषय में कौन कितना मसाला डाल सकता है। कक्षा में हमारे चेहरे देख ऐसा लगता था, जैसे किसी ने हमें संजय लीला भंसाली की ‘राम-लीला’ दिखाने का न्योता देकर हिमांशु राय की ‘देवदास’ गले मढ़ दी हो और वो भी थियेटर के दरवाज़े पर बाहर से ताला लगा कर। 

उन्हीं गम्भीर शिक्षकों में से एक थे खत्री साहब। शान्त स्वभाव के गुजराती और अपने ज़िम्मेदारी के प्रति अत्यंत सजग़। गुजराती थे लिहाज़ा हिन्दी शब्दों के उच्चारण में थोड़ा गुजराती तड़का स्वतः ही लग जाता। 

मसलन, गेहूँ ‘घउँ’; दाना ‘दाणा’ और भूसा ‘भूँसा’। उनके इस उच्चारण को सुन हम हिन्दी भाषी मन ही मन मुस्कुराते और मज़े लेते। खत्री साहब हमारी इस हरकत से वाक़िफ़ थे पर हमें कभी डाँटते-फटकारते नहीं थे, खुद भी बस मुस्कुरा देते। 

वार्षिक परीक्षा निकट आ रही थी, और हम सब, जैसे के तैसे। मन में कोई हलचल, उथल-पुथल नहीं। सारे के सारे क्लास में मुँह लटका कर ऐसे बैठते जैसे किसी शोकसभा में आये हों। 

एक दिन खत्री साहब से हमारे लटके हुए मुँह नहीं देखे गये। वे दुःखी हो गए और हमारा मनोबल बढ़ाने के लिये उन्होंने बात कुछ इस तरह शुरू की, “देखो, तुम सब ऐग्रिकल्चर के स्टूडेंट हो और अपन एग्रोनामी की क्लास में पढ़ रहे हैं। तुम सब जानते हो की जब घउँ का पाक काटते हे, तो फिर दाणा और भूँसा अलग अलग करते हे। बाज़ार में दोनो वस्तु अलग-अलग बेचें तो ज़्यादा भाव किसका? दाणा का होता हे ने। बरोबर हे ने?”

”एकदम सही सर”, सारी क्लास ने एक स्वर में उत्तर दिया। हमारे सामूहिक उत्तर से प्रसन्न और उत्साहित होकर उन्होंने अगला प्रश्न किया, “अब बताओ, तुम्हें भूँसा बनने का हे की दाणा?

”सारी क्लास चुप, कोई एक मिनट के लिये सन्नाटा छा गया। उन्होंने जैसे हमारे ज़मीर को झंझोड दिया हो। उनके प्रश्न का उत्तर देने एक भी हाथ नहीं उठा।

 मैं उस दिन अपनी सामान्य- सबसे पीछे वाली पंक्ति छोड़ सबसे आगे वाली पंक्ति में दरवाज़े के पास बैठा था। मुझे शरारत सूझी और चुप्पी तोड़ने के लिये मैंने हाथ उठाया। 

“हाँ, बोलो नागर, दाणा बनना हे ना”, उन्होंने खुश होकर पूछा।

 “नहीं सर, भूसा बनना है”। खत्री साहब अवाक रह गये। 

उन्हें ख़ास कर मुझ से ऐसे उत्तर की उम्मीद नहीं थी क्योंकि वे मेरे पिताजी के अच्छे परिचितों में से थे, नागर साहब के लड़के से ऐसा उत्तर! 

फिर पूछा, “अच्छा बताओ भूँसा क्यों बनना हे?”

मेरा प्रत्युत्तर था, “सर, जब परीक्षा की हवा आयेगी, तो भूसा हल्का होने से उड़ के अगली क्लास में जायेगा, दाना भारी होने से इसी क्लास में रह जाएगा”। सारी क्लास ठहाकों से गूंज उठी। खत्री साहब थोड़ा मेरे नज़दीक आए, मुस्कुराए और मेरे कानों में एक शब्द गूंजा

नालायक

बुरा न मानो होली आई और चली गई

<strong>ट्विटर पर अपने परिचय मे “बनारस के बाबा” लिखे हैं</strong><br>
ट्विटर पर अपने परिचय मे “बनारस के बाबा” लिखे हैं

पेशे से रिसर्च मे एक मजदूर हूं।एक केंद्रीय विश्वविद्यालय और दू गो IIT का तमगा लिये आवारा घूमता रहता हूं।यहां पर कहानियां सुनाता हूं कल्पनाओं मे घोल कर” ! पर आज यहां कहानी नही वरन वास्तविक अनुभव लिख मारे हैं।

अरे भाई माफ़ करो हम से पोस्ट करने में देर हो गई ! बनारस के बाबा , घोर कलजुग के जवान आदमी, अरे वही जो ट्विटर पर ट्विटियाते हैं उनसे ही मैने यह लेख बहुत पहले मंगवाया था । पर अस्वस्थ होने के नाते मुझसे वृक्षमंदिर पर इस लेख को चेंप देने में देर हो गई।

वैसे आजकल फ़र्ज़ी पेट पालने के चक्कर में बहुत पढ लिख कर बनारस के बाबा रिसर्च में मज़दूरी करते हैं। धुर सहराती हो गये हैं पर गाँव,गाड़ा, गवईं की बीते दिनों की गम्मज नहीं भूले हैं। अपने गाँव की होली याद कर रहे हैं। आप में से बहुत से लोगों को इसमें से कुछ स्वानुभूत सा लगेगा । भारत से भागे भारतीय होते हुये भी मुझे अपने गाँव की होली की याद आ गई। वह यादें जो सत्तर साल से भी ज़्यादा पुरानी है । पर आज भी लगती है जैसे कल की हों। जिनके साथ वह पल बीते उनमें से बहुत से तो साथ छोड़ कर चले गये जो हैं वह भी बिन बताये चले जा रहे हैं। क्या करें जब आये हैं तो जाना ही पड़ेगा। यही नियति है।

जब तक जीवन है तब तक, दीपावली है, दशहरा है, एकादशी है, होली है, ….उत्सव हैं । जीवन जीना ही उत्सव है ।


ईया (दादी मां) सबको उबटन लगाती थी। और इस उबटन की तैयारी गुझिया की तरह ही होती थी। माई, गोयठे (उपले) के चूल्हे पर दो दिन पहले कड़ाही में खड़ा सरसों भूनती थी और अगले दिन सिलबट्टे पर पीसती थीं, और अगजा के दिन सबको वो उबटन लगाती थी, एकदम रगड़ रगड़ कर और उसके बाद होती थी , मालिश एक दम शुद्ध कड़ुआ तेल की कच्ची घांटी का तेल गाँव के कोल्हू से पेरा कर आया हुआ॥

और यकीन मानिए हम जैसे कलुए भी उस दिन गोरे दिखते थे 🤣🤣।जिसे आप आज के समय में removal of dead skin cells कहते हैं, तब उसको शरीर का मैल कहा जाता था 🤣🤣 और जो शरीर का मैल छूटता था उसको झिल्ली।इसका एक valid point हमारे बाऊजी ने, बताया था तब, जब हम धोती पहने उबटन लगवाते थे।। बोले थे की “बेटा लोग सर्दियों में लोग पहले ऐसे वैसे नहा लेते थे, गर्म पानी नहीं मिलता था ना इतना” खैर बात जो भी हो, ये तो है की साधारण लोग अभी भी सर्दियों में बस नहा लेते हैं‌।और जब सर्दियों से गर्मियां आती थी तो उस मैल को उबटन से मल मल कर छुड़ाया जाता था।और उस मैल को “झिल्ली” बोलकर अगजा में जला देते थें ॥

खैर हमको बचपन में बाउजी के इस बात से कोई लेना देना नहीं था, हमको तो बस अगजा के लिए किसी की खेत पलानी (झोंपड़ी) और किसी के घर से दस बोरा गोयठा चुराने से होता था 🤣🤣।और तो और एक गांव का अगजा एक ही जगह जलता था और भले आप लाख बवाल करें अगजा जलाने के लिए गांव के पुरोहित और मूर्धन्य मान्यवर लोगों की उपस्थिति जरूरी मानी जाती थी, और बड़े बुजुर्ग अगजा की लपट देख अगले साल की मौसम की भविष्यवाणी करते थे।।सनद रहे अगजा तब तक नहीं मान्य माना जाता था जबतक गांव के सारे टोलों से कुछ चुरा कर लड़के ना ले आएं भले वो एक ही उपला क्यों ना हो लेकिन यही सत्य था तब ।। और हमारे समय में पलानी सबसे बड़े जमींदार के खेत से उठाई जाती थी और इसमें उनकी शान होती थी, और उठाने वालों को पुरस्कार भी मिलता था आशिर्वाद के रूप में॥

खैर ये मान्यताएं अब दम तोड़ रही हैं, और शायद विलुप्त हो जाएं और हो भी क्यों नहीं, आखिर हम जैसे पलानी चोर जो कभी अपने खेत की पलानी चुराने के लिए आशीर्वाद पाते थे,आज फर्जी के पेट पालने के चक्कर में, होलिका दहन के नाम पर रंग बरसे जैसे गानों पर भंडैंती देखते हैं।आज के जमाने में हमारे गांव में भी चार पांच कालोनी बन गयी हैं जहां कभी पूरे गांवका एक अगजा जलता था वहां आज चार पांच अगजा जलता है।और हमारे जमाने के होली गाने वाले एक भी नहीं रह गये हैं॥

बस मेरी बिताई और गाई होली अब शायद मेरे गांव में भी नहीं बसती।बस बसती तो एक आवाज जो मेरे दादाजी ने सिखाई थी,कहा था,” बेटा, जिस घर में भउजाई (भाभी) समझ कर दिन में रंग खेलना उसी घर में, सांझ को भउजाई के पैरों पर अबीर रख कर जरूर आशीर्वाद लेना,तरक्की करोगे”॥

खैर हमारी कहानी अनवरत चलती रहेगी शायद, लेकिन आप होली की हुल्लड़ जरूर करिएगा लेकिन शालीनता के साथ, और हां आप आशिर्वाद लेना ना भूलना॥

होली की हुल्लड़ शुभकामनाएं आप सभी को ।आप हमेशा मस्त रहें, व्यस्त रहें, मोटाइल रहें, निरोग रहें यही कामना रहेगी बाबा विश्वनाथ से 🙏🏻🙏🏻॥



MM Patel remembers

Shri MM Patel had worked as a member of NDDB spearhead team Bhatinda (Panjab) for dairy development project for short period of about four months from November 1976 to February 1977. In this blog Shri MM Patel describes his experiences while he was posted at Bhatinda as a spearhead team member. His stint at Bhatinda was short, four months only, but the memory and remembrances live even after some 45 years!

Vrikshamandir had earlier posted a series of audio posts by Dr SC Malhotra wherein he also talked about his posting in Bhatinda as Spearhead Team Leader in late nineteen seventies. Episode fourteen of Dr Malhotra Uwach has this audio story. You can hear his story in his own words by clicking on this link and choosing episode 14 ( मलहोत्रा की कहानी उनकी ही जुबानी).

Our team leader was Dr SC Malhotra, a thorough gentleman, jolly and full of enthusiasm. Whenever we had breakfast, tea, lunch, dinner with him and went to see a movie with him, he always paid for all of us.


Since the living and working conditions in Bhatinda were different from Gujarat, Dr Malhotra helped us in settling down and guided us in our work. 

His attitude towards us helped inculcate enthusiasm among us as we were working at a new place far away from our native home and family. 

I used to attend the meeting of farmers in a village with him for organising the milk society on the Amul pattern. I enjoyed working under his leadership.

Even before I was transferred from Anand to Bhatinda, one of my senior colleagues asked me, “Would you like to come to Bhatinda? Dr Malhotra is going to Bhatinda as team leader. He is a gentleman and wants to take you for Bhatinda dairy project”. I had replied yes.

I was posted to Bhatinda with four colleagues. We travelled by Paschim express train in the evening from Baroda to Delhi and reached New Delhi the following day. We had to board another train at New Delhi for Bhatinda. The train for Bhatinda in the evening. So we had to wait at the New Delhi Railway station for about six hours. We had to pass the time till we board the train to Bhatinda. Connaught place is a famous area of Delhi located near to New Delhi railway station. We decided to visit Connaught Place in a group of two persons by turn so that the other two members could watch over our luggage at the railway platform. We enjoyed our short trip to  Connaught Place.

The next day morning, we reached Bhatinda. The dairy plant was about four km away from the city. We met with Dr Malhotra, who was sent earlier as the team leader. 

He had arranged one-room accommodation for us. We lived there for about five days. He warned us about cold weather in the coming days and advised us to purchase woollen clothes like sweaters, mufflers, caps and boots. We bought the same from Bhatinda market with his help.

After about five days, I moved to Rampura Phul town, which was 30 km away from Bhatinda, with one of my colleagues Shri Kuriakose (from Kerala), to organise the cooperative milk society in that area.

I stayed in villages and trained the newly recruited milk producers cooperative society staff, in the collection of milk, fat testing, calculation of amount etc.

Two procurement assistants from the Bhatinda milk union, Shri Sharma and Shri Yadav, were with us at Rampura phul. Once we completed training of newly recruited society staff, we used to visit at milk collection time other nearby milk producers cooperative societies for supervision of work.

At Rampura Phul, we used to frequent a hotel for food. However, we were not satisfied with the food they served. It was costly also. We had no choice and for some days, we continued to eat at the hotel. 

After some days, one of our colleagues, Shri Sharma, said, “I can cook roti and bhaji.”

We were happy to learn that he knew how to cook. We purchased the required items and he cooked a Punjabi meal of roti and sabzi for us, which was very tasty. 

We used to take food cooked by Sharma at noon. In the evenings, we grabbed dinner outside.

We had hired one-room independent accommodation, which had a compound wall. The room was small, and the owner had provided two beds. We were four. So we used to sleep in pairs. Shri Kuriakose and I shared a bed. We felt good as it protected us from cold.

After about three months in February, I was transferred from Bhatinda to Anand. I travelled from Bhatinda by train at night time. The train reached New Delhi the following day. The train from Delhi to Baroda was in the evening time. So I had about 10 hours to spare before boarding the next train. I visited Qutub Minar and the red fort area of Delhi. I enjoyed the visit.

Moving Fingers still write; Christmas 2019 (Revised March, 2022)

Reproducing a slightly edited version of a blog I wrote in December 2019. Vrikshamandir first appeared online in November 2019. That was a time when I was going through a rough patch. I was healthy, yet there was something amiss. Vrikshamandir was an idea and with the help of friends and former colleagues, I was able to launch this website and have been able to sustain it. I am currently getting out of another spell of illness (this time real) and I find that Vrikshamandir is perhaps the tonic that will sustain me and help me get over the current phase.


I wrote this on the morning of Christmas Day of 2019 from Toronto. My 6 year old granddaughter gave me a beautiful card with a message that she wrote for me.

When I was her age, I wanted to write to my great grand father but since he didn’t know how to read or write I wrote to my grand father in Hindi. It had a lot of spelling mistakes. I still have that letter somewhere because my grandfather corrected my spelling errors and my letter was sent back to me by post. It was exciting to get a letter by post that too from my grand father.

My grand father Shri Vishwanath Singh and grand mother Smt. Mulka Devi in early 1950’s.


How times have changed ! My first visit to Canada was in 1980. That was an official trip. I visited Canada several times thereafter but never had an idea of living here. I now spend 5-6 months each year in Canada.There is an exception though. Since July 2020 I have not been able to venture out of Canada. . Thanks to Corona and now the current health issues that I face. In 1987, NDDB sponsored my dear colleague ( Late) Dr SP Mittal and me for a three month long Training Programme to Canada and USA. We attended workshops and seminars on Human Resource Development staying in various cities and traveling from east to west coast a couple of times. However, we spent a larger part of our time in Victoria, BC with Rob and Carol Nelson. Rob is no more. Carol is not well. They became close friends. . This was a long trip and we greatly missed Indian Food. Dr. Mittal and I both liked to cook. Rob and Carol Nelson who were our hosts in Victoria, graciously allowed us to use their kitchen. But getting groceries was a difficult task. Toronto was different though. We went to restaurants serving Indian Food but it was costly. We liked Chinese food as it was always served in more than adequate quantities and also at prices much less than the food served in Indian restaurants.That was then.


One day I went to an Indian store, “Panchvati” some 15 kilometres from our place. What a store! Everything I could think of was available. The famous Parle G biscuit was on the shelf. Yes Pale G, how can we forget ..The Company was to lay off 10000 workers in August last. To dip Parle G in hot tea and eat and then sip tea… was a luxury to be indulged in when I was growing up.I am glad that Parle continues to survive and export too. 

Shri Anirudh Singh after reading this post has the following to say in the comments column “Sir, it is really very pleasant, when someone brought us back towards our childhood and particularly by our dear one. The style and manner in which you expressed this was really great. One thing I also want to bring in your kind notice and humbly to correct you that the news propagating that ParleAgro layed off her 10,000 worker was baseless and there was no tinge of truth in this falsely painted story.
Presently I am working with Parle Group.Regards”.
So much for truthfulness of main stream media !


I also found Dhara the NDDB owned brand of edible oil on one shelf at Panchvati. I was Director Oilseeds and Vegetable Oil Wing in 1987 before NDDB became a body corporate under an act of Parliament. NDDB launched Dhara after I moved from Oilseeds and Vegetable Oil wing to the newly created Human Resource Development Group.


I continued to oversee Chairman’s office besides assuming charge as one man department of Human Resource Development. Dr. (Miss) Amrita Patel the then Managing Director thought that I would be the most suitable person to head the newly created HRD function in NDDB. It was initially kept separate from Personnel Administration and Legal function. But I had no back ground in HR. Although there was one thing that Dr SP Mittal and I had successfully done. Miss Patel had entrusted the two of us to negotiate with the NDDB Employees Union and settle labour cases. There were a large number of cases pending in labour court, Labour Tribunal and and High Court. Dr. Mittal’s patience, listening ability and gentle demeanour together with my ability to connect with the leadership of the Union and support we had from Miss Patel helped us settle most of the cases barring some critical ones. ? Dr V Kurien was consulted and Dr SP Mittal and I were sponsored for a training programme cum study tour of US of A and Canada for getting exposed to latest in HR theory and practices. Mr Rob Nelson and Carol Nelson who were Canadian International Development Agency appointed HR consultants to NDDB were he ones who organised our programme in North America. I went to Dr Kurien and said ”Sir I am would be going on tour to US and Canada for a training programe.”

Dr. Kurien said, “I know, Miss Patel told me. I don’t know whats this HR VehR. But Madam wants you to go so go and enjoy “ Later on return when Dr Mittal and I would reflect on our learning’s we found that most of the theories that we learnt in North America were already being practiced in the organisation that we were working with. We learnt to use new labels; Vision, Strategy, Structure, Key processes, Key roles, Rewards and Recognition, Culture etc.


Vrikshamandir is your tonic !

I have not been active on Vrikshamandir for some time. I have not been keeping well. It all started in mid November. One thing led to another. I sent a letter to some friends about my current health condition and also shared a link to a story which I read yesterday and liked most. I am sharing some responses I received on the same.


Greetings !

………

I am sharing a weblink  link to a story. I follow this website.  Reminds me of the kind of literature I would get to read in my childhood. Straight simple and written from the heart. Life was simple then there were few choices and satisfaction from what one got in return from one’s effort was “satisfying “ in itself. Failing and not achieving a desired result was not a stigma. Joint families took care of both the successful and failed ones. Focus was “family” not the individual. Family was the social unit that propelled individuals to greater heights and took care of those who didn’t do well. 

I am reminded of a story my mother told me. 

My great grand father was the single child of his parents. He was uneducated. Hardworking, a farmer and a man of character though he did give at times licence to his tongue and  come out with standard bhojpuri abuses for those workers who would come late or were found wanting. But he took great care of all those who worked on our fields.  He put his foot down and supported my father to study beyond tenth standard. My grand father was opposed to further studies beyond matric by father. 

Any way the incident was that a worker stole raw  “Dal” from our house and when the matter came to light my great grand father said “ Give some lemons 🍋 from our tree as when he cooks the Dal he might enjoy it better with some lemon juice”. For then there was this family that extended beyond immediate family. Yes there was rampant untouchability and exploitation too. Am I then talking of exceptions ?  

Excerpts 

पिताजी जब कभी बाहर जाते, तब माँ बहुत उदास हो जाती थी। इस वजह से ही या न जाने और किसी वजह से, पिताजी जब तक अनिवार्य कारण न हो, तब तक दूर की यात्रा क्वचित्‌ ही करते थे। एक दिन सूरत के गुरूद्वारे से तार आया। पिताजी को तुरंत सूरत आने की गुरू महाराज ने तार से सूचना दी थी। उन दिनों किसी के यहाँ तार आना बड़ा महत्वपूर्ण प्रसंग माना जाता था। अकसर कोई बुरी खबर हो, तो ही किसी के यहाँ तार आता था। पूरे मुहल्ले में बात फैल गयी कि हमारे यहाँ तार आया है। धीरे-धीरे लोग पूछताछ को आने लगे। तार में कोई बुरा समाचार तो था नहीं। अतः चिंता का स्थान कुतूहल और उत्साह ने ले लिया।

बीसवीं शताब्दी के आरंभ का जमाना। साधारण लोगों के लिए सूरत-अहमदाबाद जाने का प्रसंग भी दो-चार साल में एकाध बार ही आता था। और, बम्बई – कलकत्ता जाना तो सुदूर विदेशयात्रा के समान कठिन और विरल माना जाता था।

पिताजी के सफर की तैयारी होने लगी। माँ की सहायता के लिए बड़ी मौसी और मामी आ पहुंची। पार्वती बुआ एक पीतल के चमकदार डब्बे में चार मगस के लड्डू ले आयी। पिताजी के पाथेय का प्रश्न इससे आधा हल हो गया। बिस्तर के लिए मामा अपनी नयी दरी लेते आये थे। लल्लू काका धोबी चार दिन बाद मिलने वाले पिताजी के कपड़े उसी रोज इस्त्री करके दे गये। शाम को भजन हुआ। रात को भोजन के बाद पुरूषोत्तम काका ने लालटेन की रोशनी में पिताजी की हजामत बना दी। पिताजी मध्यरात्रि की लोकल से जाने वाले थे। इतनी रात गये सवारी मिलना मुश्किल होता था। अतः दस बजे ही घर से निकल जाने की बात तय हुई। साढ़े नौ बजे तांगा लाने के लिए मामा लहरीपुरा गये। हमारे परिचित मुस्लिम स्वजन मलंग काका का तांगा चौराहे पर ही खड़ा था। मामा के कहते ही वे आ गये। उन्होंने रात को ग्यारह बजे तक गपशप कर के पिताजी के बिछोह का विशाद कुछ हद तक हलका कर दिया। लेकिन तांगा जाते ही कठिनाई से रोके हुए माँ के आँसू बरस पड़े। मौसी, मामी और बुआ माँ को ढाढ़स बाँधती रही और आधी रात बीते घर गयी। हम भी लेट गये।……..

आगे पढने के लिये यह लिंक दबायें 

https://saarthaksamvaad.in/अंधेरी-रात-के-तारे-माँ/

The promoter of SaarthakSamvad is an ex IRMAN. 



Now some responses;

“Good to know that you are doing better than before and the recovery plan is sort of working. May you recover quicker than what everyone expects and give them a surprise. I pray for a miracle. 🙂 I read your account. I guess you are a lucky person to have such great souls around you. That was the time when such generous उदार दिल लोग हुआ करते थे l डांटना और गाली देना भी प्यार करने का एक तरीका था यही समज आती है । I am sure so much of genuineness, values and goodwill for all which is visible in you comes directly from there.

We can be ग्रेटफुल about these gifts showered upon us. I read the story from the link. The first thought after reading it is that women have such unmatched wisdom, clarity and foresight. If only men had been led by her innate capacity bring out the best in any situation, unearth the subtle emotions, and deep understanding of the social Tana bana, world would have been different today. It’s a beautiful story. Kishansinh Chavda is well known and celebrated author. Thanks for sharing it.”


“This made my day already. Thank you for sharing it. Loving regards”


“The way you wrote the following msg speaks of your excellent n healthy mind. Mind resides in the body. 1/5th of what we eat ( including medicine ) becomes your mind. The toxicity of your body is under control. This is what I deduced. Great going Sir.But recite Achyuta Anantha n Govinda 108 times.”


“Glad to know that you are getting better and better. Good sign. You will soon get over weakness too. Keep up the positive attitude and all will be well. Sarthaksamvad took me to my childhood. The life was so simple, relationships so pure that in today’s time it appears more like a utopian concept. Our generation will certainly appreciate such stories, but for the modern generation- it may well be ‘Tales from a backward Indian Society of the bygone era’. Anything which is out of present context will be laughable for the present and coming tech era generations.

Take care and if you feel energetic enough, work on Vrikshamandir- that is your tonic. “


One winter morning in Anand

The year 1991. I was still nine years away from leaving the National Dairy Development Board.

I had always thought that God willing I will retire and live in Anand till I breathe my last and be taken to Kailash Bhoomi for cremation. I had my former colleagues and friends in the great City, the Milk Capital of India, Anand.

I am still in touch with some of them. Though Corona and old age has taken a heavy toll and many dear ones left us.

Anand is the city where I got my first regular job. A place that not only gave me a job but a sense of purpose and a way of life to live attempting to do good for others.

I had moved out of the campus where I had lived from 1970 in the Chummery, now Guest House, Trainees Hostel as the first warden, D -12, C-10 and B-4.

I had moved out to my own house behind NDDB Campus near the Institute of Rural Management Main Gate. These twin houses with a common wall were built by my dear friend Behla and me. There were no buildings in that area of Mangalpura when we moved. That’s a separate story.

Those days I had dual responsibilities heading the Human Resources function in the Dairy Board and also looking after the Chairman’s Office.

It was Sunday and the office was closed. I received a call early morning around 6 AM from Dr Verghese Kurien our founder Chairman. It was rather unusual. He would normally come to office on Saturdays for an hour or two or when he had an appointment. But on a Sunday it was rare.

He said

“Kurien here”

“Good Morning Sir”

“I am going to meet Devilalji our former deputy prime minister”

“Where Sir”

Dr Kurien mentioned the name of the village where Devilal Ji was staying the previous night. Some of you would recall that Devilal ji undertook a Chetna Yatra to awaken masses particularly rural people after his stint with the Government was over. This yatra was for over a year.

I would receive such calls from Saheb wherein he would not ask me to do anything but just inform me. I was supposed to understand and respond.

I said “Sir do you want me to come with you ?”

He said said “ Okay, but bring latest copies of NDDB and GCMMF Annual reports. I will send the car to pick you up from home. I said “No sir ask the driver to pick me up from office as I will go there to pick up the reports”

As planned the car arrived and I went to Dr Kuriens home and we both were driven to that village. I don’t remember the name of the village but it was off Borsad road.

When we arraigned at the farmers home where Chaudhry Devilal was staying I noticed the Chetna Rath; a bus. I went inside and announced that Dr Kurien is here to call on Devilal ji.

We were welcomed and taken inside the Rath. It was an air conditioned bus with the washroom towards the end. A large bed and couple of chairs plus the usual paraphernalia for storage of luggage e etc.

After a wait of about five minutes or so Chaudhry Saheb arrived. We got up and greeted him. By that time we had already been offered a glass of Lassi each. The Utterly Butterly Milkman wasn’t fond of milk or milk products and only used milk to whiten coffee. I had finished my glass of lassi.

Devilal ji requested the hosts to arrange for some coffee for Dr Kurien.

Now only we three were in the Rath. They both started talking. It was clear that my job was to be an interpreter.

Dr Kurien thanked Chaudhry Saheb for the help and support that NDDB, GCMMF and he received from Chaudhry Saheb while Devilal Ji held the Agriculture Ministry portfolio and Deputy Prime Ministership. Dr Kurien also explained how strong both the NDDB and GCCMMF have become over years serving the cause of farmers. Dr Kurien handed over to Chaudhry Saheb the NDDB and GCMMF Annual reports that I was carrying.

Now it was the turn of Devilal Ji to share the purpose of his undertaking Rath Yatra to awaken farmers. He shared reminiscences of his visit to China where he had been to villages and found the villages to be fully developed having all modern facilities. Devi Lal ji was carrying long sheets of papers in bundles which he showed us. These were lists of Class One Officers, Secretaries, Joint Secretaries, Ambassadors etc. Devilal ji pointed out that there are hardly any one among them who come from a rural background.

I was translating where necessary and found that they both were liking each other and conversing freely appreciating each other’s view point.

Dr Kurien said, “Sir, NDDB now has an asset base of Rs 3000 crores.” Devilal said “Balram Jakhar Teri Madad Karta hai? ( बलराम झाखड तेरी मदद करता है? Dr Kurien said “Yes Sir” and again started talking about the financial strengths of the organisations he headed. Devilal Ji was listening aptly but all of a sudden his voice boomed “ Yeh Paisa Teri Maut ka Karan Banega.” “यह पैसा तेरी मौत का कारण बनेगा).

I was stunned at the raw, straightforward statement coming from a farmer politician. I had the onerous talk of translating this. Dr Kurien was looking at me. Not that Dr Kurien did not understand Hindi at all. But this statement of Devilal Ji came so suddenly that like me he too was taken aback. I composed myself and translated it as “ Sir, Sir is saying that the asset base of NDDB will create problems for you.”

They continued to talk and after a some time DrKurien and I bid farewell to Devilal ji and headed back home.

I was thinking as to how NDDB assets will create problems for Dr Kurien. He did not take any salary from NDDB from 1965 till he left in 1998 and also stopped getting any remuneration except sitting fees and travel reimbursement etc. from GCMMF as he was then an honorary Chairman of both bodies.

That was 1991.

In 2022, some thirty two years later the Government of India now proposes to put a private sector representative on the board of NDDB. By amending the NDDB Act 37 of 1987 passed by the parliament to replicate Anand Pattern Cooperatives across the country. Please click here for the Government’s offer seeking public opinion on the proposed amendments.

Devilal Ji’s words reverberate in my minds ears … Yeh Paisa Teri Maut ka Karan Banega. यह पैसा तेरी मौत का कारण बनेगा ।

Dr Kurien lived all his life in Anand. Tirelessly worked against exploitation of farmers by private traders. Stalwarts like Sarvashi TK Patel, Morarji Bhai Desai, Babubhai Jasbhai Patel, Jaswant Lal Shah, Motibhai Chaudhry, Thiru Paramshivam and many many others were his mentors and supporters. I don’t recall all the names.

All the Prime Ministers right from Jawahar Lal Nehru , Lal Bahadur Shashtri, India Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, Devegowda Ji, all supported the work that he was doing. Manmohan Singh hi, Bajpai Ji and Modi Ji have all supported the policy of cooperatives owned and commanded by producers of agricultural commodities.

I was thinking as to how NDDB assets will create problems for Dr Kurien.

True many at times in the past there were periods of opposition from bureaucrats, private operators and even “academics”. But NDDB stood United and if required there was intervention from highest level as it happened in 1983 when all the officers of NDDB resigned and the Govt set up a Committee under Shri LK Jha to suggest ways to strengthen NDDB and IDC. That report paved the way for the passage of the NDDB Act 37 of 1987.

Why, therefore, there is a hurry to bring about a change and put private sector representative on NDDB Board and all its subsidiaries. Why can’t a high powered committee look at the issues? If there has been some internal assessment why don’t they make the report public so that the rationale for doing what they propose to do is clear.

Very difficult to understand. There has been a petition going round in response to the Government’s offer asking for public comments. It has been started by BM Vyas and his former associate at GCMMF, Manu Kaushik. I have signed on it. The document can be accessed by clicking on this link.

Dr Kurien is no longer among us but his work, his teachings, his philosophy that was, is and will remain with us as long as farmers do not find their rightful place in nations economy. We all celebrated his birth centenary on 26 November. Glowing tributes were paid by his institutions and by the State and Central Government Ministers in public functions organised in Delhi Anand and several other cities in November 2021. Tinkering with an act in this casual manner is not a good sign.

Or as Devilal Ji said Yeh Paisa Teri Maut ka Karan Banega and the idea is to kill his philosophy too!

A better alternative could be, as a friend of mine wrote “ It would appear that NDDB has now become irrelevant, just as the Milk Marketing Board of UK, and must either be restructured to cover all agricultural commodities or simply dissolved.”


क ख ग घ

क से कबूतर, क से कमल, क से किताब

बात उस जमाने की है जब मुझे केवल बोलना आता था । पढ़ना लिखना नहीं। ज़ाहिर है उम्र तब बहुत कम थी । अब यह सब बताने की क्या ज़रूरत ? जीवन के संध्याकाल में जब अक्सर यादें भी याद आ कर भूलने लगती हों तब यादों को याद कर उन्हें बताने की प्रक्रिया मे वह और उभर कर आती है।मैं उन्हें लिपिबद्ध भी कर पाता हूँ ।औरों के लिये नहीं तो अपने लिये ही सही ! जो है सो है!

शायद पाँच या छ साल का था। स्कूल नहीं था गाँव में। तहसील से कुछ सरकारी अधिकारी आये, स्कूल खोलना था। बाबू देव नारायण सिंह ( बुढवा बाबा, मेरे प्रपितामह) ने उन्हें सलाह दी कि स्कूल सड़क से लगी हमारे खलिहान के पास की ज़मीन जहां अखाड़ा हुआ करता था और अब भी है, उसके दक्षिण पश्चिम कोने पर स्थित मिठाउआ आम के नीचे से शुरू हो । बस शुरू हो गया इस्कूल और शुरू हो गई मेरी पढ़ाई ।

शिक्षा पहली से पाँचवीं तक वहीं बेसिक प्राइमरी पाठशाला चतुर बंदुआरी में हुई। केवल एक साल जब मैं तीसरी में था बाबूजी अपने पास ले गये देवरिया । बाबूजी तब देवरिया में ज़िला कृषि अधिकारी के पद पर तैनात थे। तब वहाँ मारवाडी स्कूल गरुडपार मे मेरी पढ़ाई हुई । देवरिया में ही मुझे सिर पर से बंदर ने काटा था । से भूकंप का अनुभव भी वहीं पहली बार हुआ

क ख ग घ … वर्णमाला मैंने अपने गाँव में मिठउआ आम के पेड़ के नीचे ज़मीन पर बैठ कर सीखी। लकड़ी की काली पट्टी पर जिसे दिये की कालिख लगा माई, अम्मा, मझिलकी मम्मू की शीशे की चूड़ी से रगड़ कर चमकाया जाता था। नरकंडे की क़लम से खडिया को पानी में घोल कर बनी स्याही से लिखा जाता था। नरकंडा और खडिया गाँव में उपलब्ध थे।एक घर बढ़ई भी गाँव में थे ।अब भी हैं।

जब मेरी पहली मुलाक़ात से हुई तब जाकर पता चला कि क से कबूतर और क से कमल और भी बहुत से शब्द है । वैसे जब मैने लिखना पढ़ना सीखा तब तक मैंने कबूतर या कमल नहीं देखा । किताब थी या नहीं ठीक से शायद नहीं। थी तो कैसी थी वह भी याद नहीं । शायद उसी किताब में कबूतर और कमल का फ़ोटो देखा हो। से पंडुख या पंडुखी तो बहुत थी गाँव पर । पर कबूतर से ठीक से पहचान शहर आ कर ही हुई। बरसात के बाद उनवल से बांसगांव वाली कच्ची सड़क के दोनों ओर के कुछ गढ्ढों में पानी भरा रहता था। कमलिनी के फूल पहली बार मैंने शायद उसी में देखे होंगे।

मौलवी सुभान अल्लाह और बाबू सुरसती सिंह पढ़ाते थे । बाद में हंसराज मास्टर साहब आने लगे । मौलवी साहब की चेक की क़मीज़ सफ़ेद धोती, काली पनही, पहनते थे । छाता हमेशा साथ रहता था। जब किसी को दंड देना होता वह छतरी बड़े काम में आती थी। कुंडी गले में लगा कर खींच कर उलटी तरफ़ से दो चार बार पिछाडा पीट दिया जाता था । पर मुझे कभी मार नहीं पड़ी। आख़िर हमारे पेड़ के नीचे स्कूल शुरू हुआ था ।

बहुत कुछ याद नहीं है पर मिठउआ पेड़ के आम की सुगंध और मिठास भरा ललाई लिये गूदा अभी भी नहीं भूला है ।

कुछ किताबें थी घर पर। रामचरित मानस, कल्याण के बहुत से अंक, श्रीमद् भगवद्गीता, गोरखपुर की क्षत्रिय जातियों का इतिहास आदि आदि। गीता पर पढ़ना विष्णु राव पराड़कर द्वारा शुरू किये गये दैनिक “आज” से ही शुरू हुआ होगा। दिल्ली के टेंट वाले स्कूल में जब मै छठवीं में पढ़ रहा था, मेरे बाबूजी ने नेशनल बुक ट्रस्ट द्वारा प्रकाशित पुस्तक “ ज्ञान सरोवर” जिसका मूल्य एक रुपया था जन्मदिन पर भेंट की थी। दिल्ली की बात है । और यह तब की बात है जब हमारे यहाँ जन्मदिन शहरों में ही मनाया जाता था, मेरे गाँव जैसे गाँवों में तो क़तई नहीं। म

से काका भी होता है ।पर काका नाम ज्ञान सिंह था । काका के बारे में ज्ञ शीर्षक के अंतर्गत लिखा जायेगा।

अंगिआं, पंडित जी के टूटि, गइलिआ टंगिया

बचपन में सीखी “नर्सरी राइम” तब जब नर्सरी और राइम का मतलब भी पता न था

ख से ख़रबूज़ा, ख से ख़रगोश , ख से ख़लील

ख़रबूज़ा तो नहीं पर “फूट” जिसकी रिश्तेदारी ककड़ी परिवार में रही होगी देखा था । पांडे लोगों के घर के पीछे ऊत्तर की ओर वाले खेत में मकई बोई जाती थी । मचान भी होती थी चिरई उड़ाने के लिये । बड़ा अच्छा लगता था मचान पर बैठ चारों ओर देखने पर । ऐसा लगता था जैसे मै सारी दुनिया देख रहा हूँ।

ख़रबूज़ा बहुत बाद में जब भइया (मेरे पितामह ) भटौली बाज़ार से आया तो देखा और फूट की याद आ गई।

फूट नाम शायद इसलिये पड़ा होगा कि बड़ा हो कर फूट जाता था।

ख से खस्सी भी होता है। खस्सी का मांस जिसे कलिया या गोश्त या बाद में मीट भी कहने लगे भटौली बाज़ार से लाया जाता था।

भटौली बाज़ार से ख़रीद कर लाया कलिया या खस्सी का गोश्त ही शायद मुझे पहले पहले खिलाया गया होगा । वैसे गाँव में ख से ख़लील मियाँ के यहाँ भी कभी कभी बाबू लोग खस्सी कटवाते थे । मनौती माने गये बकरे की बलि की प्रथा आज भी है । यह घर के बाहर दुआरे पर एक किनारे में किया जाता था।

ख से ख़रगोश जब १९६८ मे आणंद में नौकरी शुरू की । १९७० मे जब एनडीडीबी कैंपस बना हमने से कुछ लोग रहेवासी बने तब एक आइएएस अफसर डेपुटेशन पर आये ।सहकर्तव्यपालक बने, मित्रता हुई जो अब भी बरकरार है। हम दोनों की तब शादी नहीं हुई थी। वह तब तीन बेडरूम वाले बंगले में रहते थे । मै बाइस कमरों वाले हास्टल का नया नया वार्डन बनाया गया एक सोने का कमरा, बैठकी और स्नानागार एवं शौचस्थान मेरे हिस्से आये। मेरे मित्र के पास दुनाली बंदूक़ थी । काली रंग की फ़ियेट कार और आलिवर नाम का छोटा सा कुत्ता भी था।

एनडीडीबी कैंपस से के पास ही आणंद वेटेरिनेरी कालेज कैंपस है । तब वेटरिनरी कालेज कैंपस का बहुत सा हिस्सा ख़ाली झाडीझंखाड से जिनमे बहुत से ख़रगोश रहते थे । शाम ढले सियारों की हुआं हुआं शुरू हो जाती थी । एक दिन हमारे मित्र को शिकार करने का मन किया । रात को गाड़ी ले कर वेटरिनरी कैंपस में बंदूक़ और अपने छुटकू से कुक्कुर आलिवर सहित निकल पड़े वेटरिनरी कालेज कैंपस में। हेड लाइट आन थी । कई ख़रगोश गाड़ी की आवाज़ सुन झाड़ियों से बाहर निकल आये । बंदूक़ चली। कुछ धराशायी हुए। उठा कर एनडीडीबी हास्टल लाये गये और वहाँ साफ़ सफ़ाई काट कटाई बाद मसाला वसाला डाल ख़रगोश के गोश्त का कलिया बना । ज़्यादा तो याद नहीं पर खाने वालों को कुछ ख़ास मज़ा नहीं आया ।

अंगिआं, पंडित जी के टूटि, गइलिआ टंगिया

बचपन में सीखी “नर्सरी राइम” तब जब नर्सरी और राइम का मतलब भी पता न था

ग से गाँव, ग से गाय, ग से गाभिन

मेरे गाँव का नाम चतुर बंदुआरी है। पर गाँव में रहने वालों में जैसा हर जगह होता है कुछ लोग अवश्य चतुर रहे होंगे और चतुराई के लिये प्रसिद्ध भी।फिर चतुर बंदुआरी नाम कैसे पड़ा ? बताया गया इसका कारण है कि तहसील मे एक और गाँव का नाम बंदुआरी है ।मेरे वाली बंदुआरी के किसी चतुर का उठना बैठना हाकिम हुक्काम से रहा होगा और उसी ने “चतुर” बंदुआरी के आगे डलवा दिया होगा। और हमारा गाँव चतुर बंदुआरी कहा जाने लगा। दूसरी बंदुआरी बंदुआरी खुर्द के नाम से जानी जाती है।

बंदुआरी यानि वन की दुआरी । यानि वन का द्वार । वन बहुत पहले रहा होगा। हमारे बचपन में तो नहीं । वन तो नहीं पर बाग ज़रूर थे जिन्हें हम बारी कहते थे।

छोटकी बारी, बडकी बारी हमारी थी । मैना की बारी और सकुंता की बारी हमारे पट्टीदारी के परमहंस बाबा की थी ।पुन्नर बाबा के परिवार की बारी रेहारे के आगे थी खाल में जहां बाढ़ का पानी आता था। अब बारी भी न रही । कुछ पेड़ ज़रूर है । कुछ नये पेड़ और बाग लगाने का प्रयास भी हुआ है । चतुर बंदुआरी वृक्षमंदिर भी उन्नीस सौ नब्बे के दशक में शुरू किया गया ।

मेरे बचपन में घर पर तीन जोड़ी बैल हल चलाने गाड़ी ढोने के लिये थे । गाय की जगह भैंस का दूध ज़्यादा पसंद किया जाता था । दो भैंसों की याद आती है करिअई और भुइरी। करिअई बहुत दूध देने वाली थी। बाद में पता चला मुर्हा नस्ल की थी। गाभिन थी। प्रसव के दौरान बच्चा मर गया था। जिस रात वह प्रसव पीड़ा में थी उस दिन शाम से ही मुन्ना बाबू (मुझसे पाँच साल बडे चाचा) गमगीन थे । रात में जब करिअई भैंस के बच्चे के बारे में दुखद समाचार मिला मुन्ना बाबू भोंकरिया कर बहुत देर रोये। मै भी उनकी देखा देखी रोने लगा। बचपन में मैं मुन्ना बाबू की पूँछ कहा जाता था। हरदम उनके साथ घूमने खेलने के लिये तत्पर ।

बहुत दिनों बाद जब मैं शहर में पढ़ने के लिये भेजा गया तब रविवार को गाँव आने पर गाय बंधी थी। हरियाणवी थी ।बहुत मान से रखा जाता था।

हमारे समय मे गीताप्रेस नामक सांड हुआ करता था। गायों को गाभिन करने का ज़िम्मा उसी पर था।

अंगिआं, पंडित जी के टूटि, गइलिआ टंगिया

बचपन में सीखी “नर्सरी राइम” तब जब नर्सरी और राइम का मतलब भी पता न था

घ से घर, घ से घरौंदा

चतुर बंदुआरी का हमारा घर दो खंड का था मतलब दो आँगन वाला था अब भी है। लगभग पौन एकड़ से थोड़ी कम ज़मीन पर बना यह घर पर पूरब की ओर एक पीपल का विशालकाय वृक्ष था । साथ मे लगा एक तेली परिवार का घर था । बाबा लोगों ने उन्हें अपनी ज़मीन माली लोगों के घर के पास दे कर बदले में उनकी ज़मीन ले ली थी । इस तरह पिपरे तर के बाबू लोगों के घर का क्षेत्रफल और बढ़ गया ।घर के बाहर पीपल का एक विशाल पेड़ था। हमारा परिवार पिपरेतर के बाबू लोगों के नाम से जाना जाता था।

अब वह घर बस यादों का घर बन कर रह गया हैं । कुँआ था । अब भी है। पर कुयें का पानी ही पिया जाता। वह नल यानी चाँपा कल जब बड़े आँगन में लगा तब शायद मेरी उम्र बीस एक साल रही होगी यानी पचास साल पहले । अब भी चलता है। पहले पाइप कुढ़ें से पानी खींचता था। अब पता नहीं शायद बाद में। पाइप ज़मीन में गाड़ा गया हो । दरवाज़े पर के कुयें पर गागर भर पानी सिर पर डाल कर नहाने में बड़ा मज़ा आता था। पानी निकालने के लिये बिदेसी अथवा अन्य लोग तैनात रहते थे। साबुन का इस्तेमाल भी वही पर पहली बार किया गया होगा।

सरसों के तेल का दिया या ढेबरी , लालटेन, लैंप रोशनी के यही साधन थे।

अंगिआं, पंडित जी के टूटि, गइलिआ टंगिया

बचपन में सीखी “नर्सरी राइम” तब जब नर्सरी और राइम का मतलब भी पता न था

Kurienomania

Rajesh Nair
Rajesh Nair

Rajesh Nair was a member of the faculty at IRMA in Marketing and PQM areas from 1999 for over five years. He left academics in 2004 to move full-time to the corporate world, where, over the years, he has held leadership roles in a few reputed companies. 


Photo of a painting by Dr (Mrs) Rama Aneja

Rajesh Nair started teaching at IRMA in 1999 and I left NDDB in 2000. We never met. Thanks to Facebook we connected. I have great pleasure in posting, with his permission, three reminiscences that he wrote about Dr V Kurien.

26 November 2020

The board room of IRMA’s ETDC was cram-full that morning. Two management development programs were on. Both groups of trainees had assembled for a joint session. When some colleagues and I went in at the invitation of the program directors, there was no place to sit. The housekeeping staff helped tow chairs from next door.

Everyone sat in utter silence.

The clock struck 10:00. Outside, off the auditorium, the Amul-Carillon chimes played a jingle announcing the time. That very moment, as though robotically programmed, the enormous door of the board room opened. Dr. V. Kurien, Chairman of IRMA and GCMMF, walked in. His executive assistant trailed him.

All rose.

The trainees appeared awestruck by their maiden meeting with the Father of the White Revolution, the architect of Operation Flood.

“The apex co-operative, which you claim you’re running, is an underperforming organization. And I’m not surprised. With people like you at the helm, how will it ever perform?”

Kurien took his seat. He adjusted the microphone, and commanded in his hallmark husky, magisterial voice: “Please be seated.” 

He surveyed his audience. He caught a glance of us, the faculty. For a millionth of a second, a hint of smile flashed across his face. 

He then turned to the program directors. Taking cue, one of them gave a crisp description of the programs and the participants. Wasting no time, the professor requested: “Sir, everyone has been eagerly waiting for this session. Could you please share a few inspiring words?” 

Kurien gladly obliged. He had a predictable stock of storyline for such occasions. People in the Institute had listened to it countless times – how he was thrown into the dusty town of Anand by an accident of fate; how Tribhuvandas Patel discovered him; how that became his breakthrough moment; how that changed the lives of the dairy farmers of Gujarat; how Amul was born. How he founded NDDB. How he built IRMA. “Brick by brick.” 

And on. And on. 

Yet, even to those who were sampling the same narrative the umpteenth time, there was a tinge of freshness, a new twist, an unexpected detail, an amusing embellishment. Always. That made Kurien a consummate raconteur. 

He told the trainees: “So ladies and gentlemen, you should appreciate you’re at an institution with a difference. This is a school with a soul. My graduates are not only rigorously trained professionals, they have dedicated themselves to the cause of the deprived and the marginalized. They possess a rare gift. Of empathy and integrity. Of goodness.” 

He paused. And rounded up: “I wish you a productive week. I hope the faculty will exceed your expectations. I’m sure ETDC housekeeping and catering are making your stay comfortable.” 

One of the program directors suggested: “Sir, some of them may have questions. In case you have time, Sir.” 

“A couple of questions.” 

A man, seemingly in his early fifties, seized the opportunity: “Dr. Kurien, is it true that IRMA graduates are committed to the deprived? I know graduates who …” 

Kurien snipped him: “Introduce yourself first.” 

“I am an officer of the Indian Forest Service. I am presently …” 

“STATE. YOUR. NAME.” 

Grabbed by the throat and yoked, the officer obeyed. He meekly uttered his name. 

Kurien demanded: “What do you do?” 

“Sir … uh … I am the Managing Director of … uh … XX State Co-operative Milk Marketing Federation, Sir.” 

“What business do you, a Forest Service man, have in an apex dairy co-operative?” 

The forester turned anemic. He attempted nevertheless: “Sir … I am …” 

A colleague whispered in my ear: “He’s ruined. Hadn’t anybody briefed him?” 

Kurien turned ballistic: “The apex co-operative, which you claim you’re running, is an underperforming organization. And I’m not surprised. With people like you at the helm, how will it ever perform?”

The officer appeared as though he was run over by an asphalt roller. 

Not in a mood to be kind, Kurien nuked him: “Your home state lost substantial green cover in the past decade. There was a time when your state had rich biodiversity. Not any longer. Under the watch of people like you, most of the trees got felled. Animals got poached. You’ve managed to ruin the pristine forests. Now you’re sitting in a farmers’ organization, all set to destroy it. Why should people like you, who lack vision, who have no managerial skills, who know no Marketing, hold a key position in an apex co-operative federation? Such roles should go to graduates of an institute like this. My boys and girls don’t get paid proportionate to their talent, to their good work. But they have dedicated themselves to the needy. Most of them. And you … you must go to the forests.” 

Annihilated, the officer slumped in his chair. 

India was yet to test Agni-III missile back then. Kurien’s weaponry was two generations more advanced than DRDO’s. He had already possessed Agni-V. 

Kurien, who nobly secured the livelihood of millions of farmers, who built institutions of eminence, who masterminded the Taste of India, was lethal. At times. 

In his centenary year that commences today, I join the fraternity to celebrate the phenomenon Kurien was.


9 September 2018

Rarely did one spot Dr. Kurien unescorted. His executive assistant almost always trailed him. Or another aide or a guard. So, when Suresh (Prof. M R Suresh – Suresh Maruthi) and I saw Kurien all by himself on the walkway that stretched from ETDC to the library via the faculty building, we were surprised. We had just stepped out of our offices for Ramsingh’s chai. Seeing the Chairman walk toward us, we paused. It was a quiet October afternoon. There were intermittent eruptions of loud laughter from the basement hall of the library, where the GCMMF executives were holding their biannual Hoshin Kanri. 

As Kurien came close, Suresh and I greeted, in near perfect sync, “Good afternoon, Sir.” 

He liked the coordinated, schoolboyish greeting he got. He warmly responded, “Good afternoon.” 

Unable yet to veil my surprise seeing him unaccompanied on the walkway, I asked, “Sir, is there anything we should help you with?”

The Chairman replied, “No, thank you.” He pointed to the library basement and said, “The Federation boys are running Hoshin Kanri. Let me check if they’re discussing their business plan or gossiping. Time for a dose of surprise.” 

He smiled. That signature, mischievous grin! 

It was now Suresh’s turn to ask, “Sir, may we escort you to the basement?” 

“No, I’m good. Thank you for asking. You carry on for your tea.” 

Ah, he had rightly guessed we were going for tea. 

We stood watching Kurien walk westward toward the library. His gait was measured yet stately. 

He slowly descended the steps and went near the black granite plaque, which bore the name “RAVI J. MATTHAI LIBRARY” in chrome finish. He looked at it for a few seconds. He was probably examining if the plaque was cleaned and polished well. He then pushed open the doors of the basement hall and went in. The laughter and commotion that had occasionally emerged from there now totally ceased.

“Of the many virtues Kurien radiated, Passion, Rigor, Integrity, Drive, and Empathy stood out. Not all these are hardwired, and collectively, in every leader. “

Kurien was a leader of numerous dimensions. He deeply influenced the character and unrelentingly honed the competence of the people who worked for him. His leadership style was an intriguing bricolage of foresight, tenacity, autocracy, and compassion. He was volatile at times, with nasty ways. My former colleague the late Prof. Shiladitya Roy used to quip, “Dr. Kurien is the perfect human version of a stochastic process.” Throwing a surprise at the “boys” in the middle of their business planning workshop was a ploy only he could perfectly play. Kurien was larger than life to the people around him. They worked for him or served him as though he owed them no explanation. They believed in him. To quote the man himself, “For those who believe, no explanation is necessary; for those who do not, no explanation is possible.” 

My tribute to the Milkman of India on his sixth anniversary.


26 November 2017

One of my prized professional milestones was that I got to work in an institution Dr. V. Kurien founded, during a period when he was not just alive, but active and at the helm. 

Kurien, the Milkman of India, the creator of Amul, the genius behind Operation Flood, was also the founder of IRMA. 

When I was at IRMA as a member of the faculty, Kurien was the Chairman. Yes, he was “my Chairman.” Even today, I proudly boast in my circles that “Dr. Kurien was my Chairman.” Of the many virtues Kurien radiated, Passion, Rigor, Integrity, Drive, and Empathy stood out. Not all these are hardwired, and collectively, in every leader. If Kurien was inspiring, larger than life, and peerless, that was because of this PRIDE factor. And that made Kurien the Lion King in his domain. That also made him tough and ruthless. Mostly. He appeared to run his institutions autocratically, like a tyrant. But then he was immensely compassionate too. He had his subtle humor to boot, his lighter vein, that infectious discreet warmth. If you tuned well, matched the frequency, you felt it, enjoyed it. Here is a sample from July 1999.

A new cohort of students had just joined IRMA and completed their induction program. The induction, which also comprised a phase of village stay, was allegedly IRMA’s approximation of concentration camps. The induction ended with the Chairman addressing the newcomer students. He and Mrs. Kurien then hosted them a high tea. 

The venue for High Tea that year was Students’ Activity Center. Kurien and Molly Kurien arrived and took their seats in the comfortable sofas IRMA Estate had meticulously laid for them. The faculty, staff, senior students, and assorted other invitees had gathered for tea. 

The new students were excited to be in the company of the Father of White Revolution, recipient of the World Food Prize and the Magsaysay, the founder of their graduate school. That made them forget (and forgive) the acclimatization program the Institute had just put them through, which some of them felt was no short of “institutionalized torture.” 

Kurien had class – looks, gait, word. When he hosted tea, it had to be a class apart. Tea, coffee, and a fine spread of savories and nibbles arrived from the ETDC kitchen, with men in impeccable white serving. The new students were visibly impressed, and relished the snacks. 

Seeing that Kurien was sitting with no tea or snacks, Ajith Somarajan, a member of the new batch of students, walked up to him. He cleared his throat and attempted, “Sir, may I get you a cup of tea or coffee?” 

“His leadership style was an intriguing bricolage of foresight, tenacity, autocracy, and compassion. He was volatile at times, with nasty ways.”

Pat came the reply, “No, thank you. No tea or coffee for me now. I’ll have my whisky at 7:30 in the evening, which Mrs. Kurien will fix me.” He then flashed his rare smile. 

From the cluster of students, a sudden voice arose, “Sir, when do you take milk?” 

Kurien’s reply was supersonic, “I don’t take milk. I don’t like its taste.” Again, that rare flash of smile. 

Today is the 96th birth anniversary of the legendary Father of White Revolution. 

My homage.


Practical and Productive

I posted a blog about two distinguished persons whom I met in person in 2017 and their life story, passion and unique impactful work that they were doing left a deep impression on me.


Guruji Ravindra Sharma and Shri Deepak Suchde whom we fondly addressed as Baba, in February 2017 at the Development Management Institute, Patna.

While I was able to visit the karmabhoomi of Baba in Bajwada on a couple of occasions and attend with him several meetings in Delhi, I could not meet Guruji except for one meeting in Patna. Both of them are, unfortunately, no more.

I had also met Dr Prasad Teegalpalli at Patna.

We reconnected, thanks to social media, after four years! We have been exchanging messages and writing occasional emails for some months now. One day I watched a video lecture of his on YouTube. He has over the years developed and innovated trying out a pedagogy which as he puts it makes learning both practical and productive. He has been able to organize sales of over 500000 copies of books of Mahatma Gandhi through his students as part of assignments thatthe student needs to carry out.

I contacted him, and he kindly agreed to have a semi-structured conversation on Zoom about his life, work and views about “practical and productive” business management education, which he has successfully tried out for nearly two decades.

Dr Prasad Teegalpalli teaches Business Management at the National Institute of Industrial Engineering (NITIE).

I have great pleasure in sharing this recorded conversation. He speaks about his life journey, beliefs and his passion at work as a teacher.



Some excerpts from our conversation.

Gandhi is such a Nasha I call it Nasha very carefully, I’m using the word नशा very carefully एक बार चढ जाता है फिर उतरता नही

When practical becomes productive, the value system increases, this is a very, very important point, when practical becomes productive, the value system develops, head, heart and body is engaged in the whole process.

And this particular tailoring skill I got almost from birth itself because my mother used to take care of a family of four members by tailoring. So, I picked up tailoring, and I used to work as a tailor from school to my postgraduate level.

बेचो बेचो बेचो, बेच बेच कर सीखो, सिखाई बेच कर सीखो, जितना सीखा पूरा बेचो


I also found some pictures taken that day in February 2017. Displayed in the gallery below.


The following video clip was taken in February 2017 during our visit to Kaliachak village in Nalanda District of Bihar. Dr Prasad explaining to students mathematical formulas through a simple inexpensive toy.


साधो यह मुर्दों का गाँव


मेरी जीवन यात्रा भी वैसे ही उसी नीले आकाश के नीचे शुरू हुई थी जैसे इस संसार की खरबों करोड़ ज़िंदगियाँ जन्म लेती रहती हैं और जीवन मृत्यु के चक्र में विचरती रहती हैं………

फिर क्या है वह जो मुझे मेरी खुद की आँखों में विशेष बना देता है ? तुलना करूँ तो यही समझ में आता है कि यदि कुछ अलग है मुझमें तो वह है मेरी सही या ग़लत सोच , अनुभूतियाँ और अपनी आँखों में अपनी औक़ात की सही ग़लत पहचान। अंग्रेज़ी मे रंगरेज़ी करें तो कहेंगे खुद का बनाया गया मेरा ईगो ! मुझ मे अन्य के बनिस्बत कुछ भी विशेष नहीं है ।

ईशावास्यमिदं सर्वं यत्किंच जगत्यां जगत, एन त्यक्तेन भुञ्जीथा मा गृधः कस्य स्विध्दनम्।

जो भी है इस जग में गतिहीन या गतिमान, बसा है इन सब में सर्वव्यापी भगवान त्याग भाव से सुख भोगो इनका, मत करो पराये धन से अनुराग।

हिंदीनेस्ट से साभार

कुछ एक महीने पहले एक भूतपूर्व सहकर्मी ने मुझे अंतर्जाल के आभासी माध्यम से एक संवाद भेजा था ।पढ़ कर कुछ क्षणों के लिये थोड़ा आहत तो हुआ पर शीघ्र ही मन में आश्चर्य, कुतूहल, से भर गया और मन मे अजीब से विचार उठने, उमड़ने, घुमड़ने लगे । मेरे सहकर्मी मित्र की उम्र मेरे से बहुत कम है छोटे भाई या पुत्र जैसे । हम शायद तीस साल बाद एक दूसरे के संपर्क में आये थे।

फिर ऐसा संवाद क्यो ? मेरे प्रति उसके संवाद मे कोई अनादर अथवा अपशब्द जैसी कोई चीज न थी । जो भी उसने लिखा बेबाक़ी से लिखा था । अपने पुराने दिनों के बारे में या कहें कि हमारे पुराने दिनों के बारे मे । क्षोभ था, ग़ुस्सा भी । अपने अनुभवों के बारे में तल्ख़ शब्दों में उसने लिखा था और जिस तरह के वातावरण में उन दिनों हम काम करते थे उसके बारे में आपबीती बयान की थी या यूँ कहें कि अपने साथ हुई नाइंसाफ़ी की बात की थी । मेरे प्रति कोई आरोप न था।

खैर मैं इस बात को भूल गया था । पर आज जब महीनों बाद उसका दूसरा संवाद आया जिसमें उसने अपने शब्दों के लिये क्षमा माँगी तब भूली बात फिर याद आ गई ! मैंने उसके दूसरे संवाद का उत्तर कुछ इन शब्दों मे दिया ।

You are like a younger brother or more like a son to me. No need to ask for forgiveness… But how can I forget those times of stress and joy, failure and success, when we both worked at NDDB Anand. We were in it together. My exit from NDDB was not of a kind that I liked. But that was my fate. What else …I deliberately try to keep my negative memories out and by and large I have also succeeded in doing so. I have not been working since 2017……Started my website Vrikshamandir.com in 2019 and it has helped me keep busy and productive……….”

अब सोचता हूँ कुछ देर के लिये ही सही मैं अंदर से आहत क्यों हो गया था। खैर बात आई और गई। ज़िंदगी आगे खिसक गई !

लेकिन, विगत की खट्टी मीठी स्मृतियाँ, वर्तमान के अनुभव एवं सोच तथा भविष्य की आशा और निराशायें सब ही तो जी रही है मेरे साथ ।

जब तक मैं हूँ यह सब मेरे साथ रहेंगी । स्मृतियाँ, अनुभव, सोच, आशा निराशा का भँवर जाल । इन सबसे जाने अनजाने में लुका छुपा छिपी का खेल भी चलता रहेगा ।

जब मै नही रहूँगा तब यह क्या मेरी इन सब स्मृतियों , अनुभवों , सोच, आशाओं , निराशाओं के अवशेष रहेंगे । पता नहीं । हो सकता है कुछ क़िस्से रह जायें ।

पर क्या उन क़िस्सों का कथ्य सच तो क्या सच का आभास भी दे सकेगा ?

जीते जी देखता और महसूस करता हूं सच की खोज मे रत योद्धा सच पकड कर लाने का दावा करते है । फिर दूसरा योद्धा प्रकट हो एकदम विपरीत सच का दावा पेश कर देता है !

किसकी माने? किस आधार पर मानें ।

फिर याद आया कबीर दास का भजन! जिस को ले कर मैने एक दिन विडियो भी बनाया था और ट्विटर पर अपलोड भी किया था। ट्विटर पर मेरा हैंडल राग दरबारी के पात्र वैद्य जी के नाम पर है।

साधो ये मुरदों का गांव
पीर मरे पैगम्बर मरिहैं
मरि हैं जिन्दा जोगी
राजा मरिहैं परजा मरिहै
मरिहैं बैद और रोगी
चंदा मरिहै सूरज मरिहै
मरिहैं धरणि आकासा
चौदां भुवन के चौधरी मरिहैं
इन्हूं की का आसा
नौहूं मरिहैं दसहूं मरिहैं
मरि हैं सहज अठ्ठासी
तैंतीस कोट देवता मरि हैं
बड़ी काल की बाजी
नाम अनाम अनंत रहत है
दूजा तत्व न होइ
कहत कबीर सुनो भाई साधो
भटक मरो ना कोई

Sadhu to ramta bhala

Hemendra B Joshi
Hemendra B Joshi

Photo: Paiting by Dr Rama Aneja

I served an esteemed institution National Dairy Development Board, during its formative years for two decades. My association with NDDB means a lot to me professionally and psychologically. I contributed to the programmes and projects of the organisation to further its objectives to the best of my abilities and in the process I “grew up”!

I want to share one of the many lessons that I learnt while working with NDDB. A beautiful lesson ‘Sadhu to chalta bhala’!.

Abrupt transfers were like a hanging Damocles sword for NDDB professional staff who had to work in the field.

In many instances, before one settled down at one place, a transfer order would come! Like a sage of the good old days one would soon learn to develop an attitude of अनासक्ति or no worldly attachment to a “place” of posting.

In 1989 I was posted at Galbabhai Dairy Co-operative Training Center at Banas Dairy , Palanpur. Soon we learnt that in the neighbouring district Mehshana District Milk Producers Cooperative Union ( Dudhsagar Dairy) was looking for a Gujarati Speaking Officer well acquainted with Cooperative Development as there was a two months field training module to be delivered for trainees in this area.

साधु तो रमता भला, गंगा तो बहती भली

One fine morning Dr Punjarath phoned me up and talked about my placement on deputation at Dudhsagar Dairy Mehsana as he was a member of the Board of Dudhsagar Dairy as NDDB representative. He suggested that I meet Shri Motibhai Chaudhary, the then Chairman of Dudhsagar Dairy. Dr Punrath told me that he had recommended to the Mehsana Dairy that I be given the Manager’s post. This was very good opportunity and a change of 180 degrees, as I was looking after training in Artificial Insemination and Cooperative Development since joining NDDB in 1977!

But for me was fa very difficult decision to make. I had to take a call on the education of my children who were then in 7th and 9th standard respectively in a English Medium School at Palanpur.

But it was the need of the hour, so I agreed and met the Chairman of Dudhsagar Dairy, Motobhsi Chaudhry, along with Shri Parthibhai Bhatol and talked at length about my posting as referred by Dr Punjarath and decided to take up the new assignment at Mehsana.

I shifted my family to Dudhsagar Dairy for schooling etc. and frequently met with the MD and Chairman of Dudhsagar Dairy for finalisation of my posting while I continued to work at GDCTC, Palanpur as per the instructions received from Anand.

I did all this in consultation with Dr Punjarath whose support was rock solid.!

The Chairman, Dudhsagar Dairy, whom I had met before shifting my family to Mehsana, however, had a change of mind. He asked me to join as Deputy Manager. That was shocking, and naturally I was very upset with at this unexpected development! For the next three month I tried to persuade the Chairman, Shri Motibhai in consultation with Dr Punjarath. But Shri Motibhai was adamant and refused to budge and my future was in a limbo.

I was in a dilemma as to what to do next. By then it was the month of August. I wondered how to take my children back to Palanpur and get them admitted in a school. Mid season change of school from one district to another is a complex process.

I consulted Dr Punjarath and asked for his final advice !

How nicely he then supported me. I forgot the problems and all that I was facing. I do, however, still remember his consoling words; “Please do not worry, you are a sincere and honest officer with wonderful track record, I am the last person to force you to agree to the revised offer from Dudhsagar Dairy and join as Dy Manager. You may respectfully regret and continue to serve in your present position at Palanpur.”

It was still a grave situation for the schooling of my children, But I was very happy. How a senior boss from NDDB like Dr Punjarath valued his junior colleague. Such sensitivity and support to juniors gives them on the job inspiration and motivation !

Fortunately, both my kids got admission in a boarding school at Pillvai and I accepted the situation delightfully. Our family disintegrated as we had to live away from our kids. Fate takes such twists and turns. One has to learn and accept unpleasant situations as well.

More often than not things do turn out to be good.

“HE” gives us what is “Good” for us not necessarily what we “Like”.


Amul celebrates Diamond Jubilee

Reproducing an article by Shri BM Vyas for the souvenir publised on the occassion of Golden Jubilee of Amul

Thank you for your invitation to share my memories of Amul, on the auspicious occasion of the 75th anniversary of this esteemed organisation.

Incidentally, I had joined Amul in June 1971, and that was the time Amul was celebrating its silver jubilee. It fills me with joy to see the growth, influence, and real impact of this organisation on our country.


Before I joined Amul, I had an opportunity to meet Dr. Kurien when he visited my engineering college Birla Vishwakarma Mahavidyalay (BVM) as a chief guest on an annual day. He was an impressive orator. Later, when I visited Amul Dairy, I saw a clean dairy plant, well maintained gardens, and people behaving very professionally. I liked the place, the cleanliness, the discipline, and it reflected Dr. Kurien’s values.


I was only 20 years old at that time, but I decided to apply for a job at Amul Dairy. I sent my CV and after a written test, multiple interviews by different Heads of Departments, and by the General Manager – I formally received a selection letter.

In all this, I had very little idea that Amul is a co-operative organisation! I joined because the salary was good, and I was keen to make the best of my engineering degree!

Surprisingly, soon after we joined the Board decided to grant two salary increments, including to all new officers. This was great, as my colleague and I, who had started together, both received an unexpected salary increment and an invitation to attend the silver jubilee celebration.


Now we believed that as Officers, we should present ourselves formally and that we would be looked after at this function. So, here we were, in our neatly ironed shirts and ties, at the main gate of Amul – hoping that someone would be there to look after us.


Just as we reached the dairy main gate, we saw a sea of farmers – men and women from villages, coming in waves from the parking spaces and surging towards the venue. At that moment, after we managed to deal with the disbelief of what we had just witnessed, we turned around and removed our tie – never to be worn again.
As we both walked to our seating area near the stage, we truly realised the size of this mammoth organisation. Working in a modern dairy plant, in neat buildings and with other officers – we had never realised who we were really working for.
This event truly opened our eyes.

Tribhovandas Patel spoke with vigour and in his speech, he emphasised that in this cooperative, we the Board members, leave our political cap outside at the main gate and our purpose is only the well-being of dairy farmers. Dr Kurien spoke in English, and Shri V H Shah translated his speech in Gujarati. Dr H M Patel also spoke and then finally, the Hon. Finance Minister Shri T A Pai took to the stage. This event is still etched in my memory, as it changed by understanding of what and who Amul is.

Many years later there was a workers strike in Amul, and as officers we stepped in to ensure the dairy went about its business. I remember unloading cans on the dock along with my fellow officers from the Department. The very next day, a large number of young farmers came to the plant and were assigned some key areas to help the team as the Dairy negotiated a solution with the workers. This was a sense of ownership the farmers had for their Dairy, and they were going to look after it.


These incidents made me realise that Amul is a different organisation. It removes poverty, emancipates women, gives people ownership of their own destiny and economic progress. It breaks the caste system, and it builds a new India. It provides health and nutrition to a growing nation. There is no development model, as comprehensive as Amul!

I stayed on and worked at Amul Dairy and then GCMMF for forty years and had the opportunity to lead as the Managing Director of GCMMF for 17 long years. This included the transformation of our organisation to break out of a mindset of operating in an early protected environment, to thrive in a liberalised economy full of competition.

This certainly wasn’t easy, but I was standing on the shoulders of giants – Sh. Tribhovandas, Dr. Kurien and Sh. H M Dalaya and great engineers such as Sh. V H Shah, Sh. G R Shridhrani and Sh. J J Baxi of GCMMF.

Amul has always given freedom and unstinted support to professionals. Allowed them to take daring measures without fear of failures. For me, it’s my karma bhumi. Amul always allowed me freedom to operate, freedom to question existing paradigms, experiment and adopt change for good.

Amul is a model. Brand Amul protected farmers of Kaira until 1970, but as GCMMF was formed the Amul brand umbrella was extended to all milk producers who were welcome to join GCMMF and benefit from brand Amul.

But the changes to liberalisation, policies on privatisation and globalisation were rapidly changing the Indian society. Consumers of India are changing. Expecting these changes, we have moved out of Gujarat, and successfully captured big metro markets like Delhi, Kolkata, Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Kanpur, Lucknow, Pune and so on.
This ensured that brand Amul was available to consumers of India, and to the farmers across India!

Even today, Amul is the single largest entity that protects the future of Indian farmers and agriculture. Farmers and the Board of Amul, have a huge responsibility to not only protect the interests of the Kaira Union, or GCMMF, but of entire Indian agriculture. Amul is the soul of Indian white Revolution and Indian agriculture. Without the incentive and income from milk, will our agriculture be viable?
Kaira Union is the owner of the brand Amul, and it is your foresight and sense of Gandhinian trusteeship that has made it formidable! I am very proud of the Amul Board of Directors, the farmers of Kaira Union and of Indian agriculture to have nurtured this unique model.

Amul today is a Rs. 55,000 crore brand and is destined to cross Rs. 100,000 crores in a few years. But as Dr Kurien told me once, it is not the revenue turnover but its purpose that is most important! It must serve the farmers first and through that, this great nation.


The Board of Amul has a huge responsibility and carries the reputation of 75 years of trust and heritage. They are the trustees of not only Amul dairy, but in true sense the entire white revolution. Amul is watched by the whole world, and I have faith that the leaders will maintain the highest quality, high moral standards, and dynamism to stay miles ahead.

Future will judge you more critically now, and I am sure you will do the best for Amul and Indian agriculture.

Finally, I would like to pay tribute to Sh. Tribhovandas and Dr Kurien, and congratulate our farmers, the Board of Directors, including managing director on this historic milestone.