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.


जिप्सीनी आँखों थी , अँधेरी रात के तारे

Photo: Paiting by Dr Rama Aneja

यह ब्लाग लिखना तो शुरू हुआ था एक कहानी “अँधेरी रात के तारे” के बारे में जो “जिप्सीनी आँखों थी” नामक पुस्तक से है।“जिप्सीनी आंखो थी“ पूरी पुस्तक यहां इंटरनेट आर्काइव से यहाँ पर उपलब्ध है । पर यहाँ मै “जिप्सीनी आँखों थी” से केवल एक कथा “अंधेरी रात के तारे” के बारे में लिख रहा हूँ ।

सार्थक संवाद” नामक वेब साइट पर मैंने यह कथा सबसे पहले पढ़ी । कैसे मैं इस अंतर्जाल की वेब साइट पर पहुँच गया, मुझे ठीक से याद नहीं। पर शायद मैं खोज रहा था एक भारतीय की जिसकी रग रग में भारतीयता परिलक्षित होती थी। गुरू जी रवींद्र शर्मा की। जिनसे मैं जीवन केवल एक बार मिला ।

पर लिखते समय याद आ गई दो व्यक्तियों से जिनकी सोच और काम दोनों से मै बहुत प्रभावित हुआ। दो व्यक्ति जिन की मुलाक़ातों ने अमिट छाप छोड़ी वह थे , बाबा दीपक सुचदे जिनके बारे में मैंने एक ब्लाग लिखा था। दूसरे थे गुरू जी रवींद्र शर्मा । विधि का विधान है अब दोनों नहीं रहे दोनों अंधेरी रात के तारे !

हैं नहीं, पर अब भी कहीं दूर से टिमटिमा रहे हैं । बुला रहे हैं मुझे । इस जीवन काल में तो नहीं पर शायद अगर फिर जन्म मिला तो शायद उनका साथ मिले ।

कैसे मिलना हुआ ? संयोग था डेवलपमेंट मैनेजमेंट इंस्टीट्यूट पटना का वार्षिक समारोह । इंस्टिट्यूट के तत्कालीन डायरेक्टर प्रोफ़ेसर के वी राजू के आमंत्रण पर मैं वहाँ गया और बहुत से विशिष्ट व्यक्तित्व के धनी और अपने क्षेत्र में उल्लेखनीय योगदान करने वाले लोगो से मिलने का अवसर प्राप्त हुआ।

उन दिनों की रह गईं उनकी यादों में दोनों की यादें प्रमुख हैं ।गुरू रवींद्र शर्मा जी ने भारतीय परंपरा और संस्कृति प्रेरित विकास की अवधारणा को विस्तार से समझाया था। मैंने आदिलाबाद जा कर उनके साथ कुछ समय बिताने का मन भी बनाया पर यह हो न सका । गुरू जी रवींद्र शर्मा के बारे में जब सोचता हूँ, उनकी एक बात अब भी मेरे कानों में गूंज उठती है । “मै सायकिल उठा कर निकल जाता था “देखने”, कुछ देखने नहीं । अगर हम कुछ देखने निकलेंगे तब हम वही देखेंगे जो देखने के लिये निकले थे और कुछ नहीं देख पायेंगें। अगर “केवल” देखने निकलेंगे तब हम बहुत कुछ देख सकेंगे।”

सार्थक संवाद वेब साइट पर ब्लाग लिखने वालों में से हैं श्री आशीष कुमार गुप्ता । वह इरमा (Institute of Rural Management Anand ) के छात्र रहे हैं। सार्थक संवाद वेब साइट पर आशीष जी का परिचय कुछ इस प्रकार से दिया गया है “ आशीष कुमार गुप्ता ने जबलपुर के निकट इंद्राना गांव में जीविका आश्रम और अध्ययन केंद्र की स्थापना की है। IRMA से अध्ययन करने के बाद, आशीष कुमार गुप्ता ने आदिलाबाद में श्री रवींद्र शर्मा जी के साथ वर्षों बिताए, जिन्हें प्यार से गुरुजी के रूप में जाना जाता था । आशीष कुमार गुप्ता कई सामाजिक कारणों से जुड़े हुए हैं, उनका मुख्य ध्यान गुरुजी के कार्यों को प्रकाशित करने पर है और उसी से प्रेरित हो कर , वह भारतीय समाज को अपनी छवि को सही करने के लिए पुन: उन्मुख करने पर भी ध्यान केंद्रित करते हैं ।”

गुरू जी रवींद्र शर्मा जी के कुछ विडियो यहां पर उपलब्ध हैं ।

श्री आशीष गुप्ता द्वारा गुरू जी की परिचय
गुरूजी का संबोधन ओआरएफ फाउंडेशन के समारोह में

बाबा दीपक सुचदे ने न केवल कृषि की अनोखी परिभाषा “वे अक्सर कहते थे “ कृषि सूक्ष्मजीव से महाजीव ( मनुष्य) की यात्रा है। सूक्ष्मजीव ( किटाणु, परजीवी आदि) अपना जीवन दान करते हैं अन्य जीवों और मानव के लिये भोज्य पदार्थों की संरचना के लिये । सूक्ष्मजीवों की मोक्ष यात्रा का प्रारंभ इसी जीवन त्याग से होता है” । बाबा ने कृषि को एक आध्यात्मिक आयाम से देखने की दृष्टि ही नहीं दी पर इस अवधारणा को कार्यरूप में ज़मीनी स्तर पर भी सफलतापूर्वक कर भी दिखाया । मै कई बार देवास ज़िले के बजवाडा गाँव मे मे स्थित उनके कृषितीर्थ पर भी गया । पर उन्हें अपने वृक्षमंदिर पर बुलाने में असफल रहा । किन कारणों से ? इसका वर्णन मेरे ब्लाग बाबा दीपक सुचदे न रहे पर विस्तार से उपलब्ध है ।

बाबा दीपक सुचदे के कुछ विडियो

Baba Deepak Suchde on Natuco farming

Baba speaking in presence of Sadguru

सार्थक संवाद वेब साइट पर प्रकाशित यह कहानी “ अंधेरी रात के तारे” मुझे बहुत पसंद आई। आशा है स्नेही पाठकों को भी यह कथा पसंद आयेगी । पढ़ें सोचे समझें गिने धुनें !


किशनसिंह चावडा बीसवीं शताब्दी के गुजरात के ख्यातनाम लेखक रहे हैं, जिन्होंने कई सारे वृतांत लिखे हैं। इनमें से अधिकांश प्रसिद्ध गुजराती कवि श्री उमाशंकर जोशी जी की पत्रिका संस्कृति में १९४७ के कुछ समय बाद से “जिप्सीनी आंखोथी” (जिप्सी की आंखो से) शीर्षक से प्रकाशित होते रहे हैं। इन सभी लेखों का संकलन करके “अमासना तारा” (अमावस्या के तारे) नाम से एक गुजराती पुस्तिका प्रकाशित की गई थी, जिसका हिन्दी अनुवाद कृष्णगोपाल अग्रवालजी के द्वारा अंधेरी रात के तारे शीर्षक से किया गया और उसे सोमैया पब्लिकेशन लिमिटेड के द्वारा प्रकाशित किया गया था। प्रस्तुत लेख उसी पुस्तक से लिया गया है और ऐसी और भी रोचक एवं बोधक कथाएँ हम आपके समक्ष प्रस्तुत करते रहेंगे। इस घटना का कालखंड उन्नीसवीं शताब्दी का अंतभाग अथवा बीसवीं शताब्दी का प्रारंभ होगा।


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।

माँ जब भी मुझे अधिक लाड-प्यार करती, मैं समझ जाता कि वह अत्यधिक दुःखी और अस्वस्थ है। आज भी वैसा ही प्यार करने लगी। मेरा शरीर सहलाती जाती थी और हिचकियाँ लिये जाती थी। उसे सांत्वना देने के लिए मैं भी उसे सहलाने लगा। लेकिन इसका परिणाम उलटा हुआ। माँ रो पड़ी। मेरी उम्र उस समय कोई बारह वर्ष की रही होगी। माँ मुझे अत्यधिक प्रिय थी। पिताजी के प्रति आदर-भाव था, लेकिन उनसे कभी-कभी डर भी लगता था, जब कि माँ से तो निर्भयता का वरदान मिल चुका था। मैं माँ के पास ही लेट गया और उसके पल्‍ले से उसके आँसू पोंछने लगा, लेकिन जैसे-जैसे पोछता गया वैसे -वैसे अश्रुधारा अधिकाधिक बहने लगी। मेरा भी जी भर आया। उसके अविरत आँसू देख कर मेरी आखें भी छलक पडी। लेकिन मुझे रोते देख कर माँ के आँसू अनायास रूक गये। मुझे और पास खींच कर उसने आँचल से मेरी आँखें पोंछी। इस दरमियान वह एक शब्द भी नहीं बोली थी। मैं बोलने की हालत में था ही नहीं।

आखिर माँ ही बोली। उसकी आवाज रूलाई से नम हो रही थी। कहने लगी, “बैटा, मैं तुझे बहुत अच्छी लगती हूँ ना?” इसका जवाब क्या देता! आँसूभरी आंखों से एकटक उसे देखता रहा। आँखो का उत्तर पढ़ कर वह फिर बोली, “तेरे बापू मुझे उतने ही अच्छे लगते हैं। वे जब कभी बाहर जाते हैं, मैं विहव्ल हो जाती हूँ। इस बार तो मेरी बेचैनी और भी बढ़ गयी। गुरू महाराज ने तार भेजकर न जाने क्‍यों बुलाया है। … न मालूम रामजी की क्‍या मरजी है। … चल अब सो जा।” इस प्रकार बातें करते हुए हम एक-दूसरे का आश्वासन बन कर सो गये।

पाँचवे दिन शाम को पिताजी लौट आये। माँ तब तक उदास ही रही, परंतु पिताजी को देखते ही उसकी आँखों में जीवन उमड़ आया। गमगीनी पर आनंद की लहरें छा गयीं। मैं भी पुलकित हो उठा। वायुवेग से समाचार फैल गया। स्वजनों का आना शुरू हुआ। घर में जहाँ कुछ समय पहले शून्यता छायी थी, वहाँ जिंदगी की हिना महक उठी। सबको विदा कर के हमने एक साथ भोजन किया। मैं हमेशा पिताजी के पास ही, पर अलग बिस्तर पर सोता था। हमारे बिस्तर के सामने ही माँ सोती थी। रात को प्रार्थना कर के हम सो गये।

बहुत रात बीते हिचकियों की आवाज से मैं जाग गया। देखा, कि माँ और पिताजी आमने सामने बैठे हुए बातें कर रहे थे और माँ की हिचकी बंधी हुई थी। मैं धीरे से उठा और माँ की गोद में जा छिपा। पिताजी को इतना व्याकुल मैंने शायद ही कभी देखा था। माँ की गोद से उठ कर मैं उनकी गोद में जा बैठा। वे मेरे सिर पर हाथ फेरते रहे। उनके स्वर मैं अस्वस्थता थी। माँ को संबोधित कर के वे कहने लगे, “तुम हाँ कहो, तभी मैं सूरत की गद्दी का स्वीकार कर सकता हूँ। गुरू महाराज ने स्पष्ट कहा है, कि तुम्हारी सम्मति हो, तभी मेरा संन्यास सार्थक हो सकता है।”

“आपको गद्दी देने की गुरू महाराज की इच्छा है, इसकी शंका तो वे पिछली बार जब यहाँ आये थे, तभी मुझे हो गयी थी। नारायणदास ने मुझसे कहा, तो मैंने समझा कि मजाक कर रहे होंगे। इसीलिए मैंने आपसे स्पष्ट पूछा भी था। आपने उस समय तो ना कह दी थी, लेकिन आपके मन की कशमकश में उस समय भी भाँप गयी थी। फिर सूरत की गद्दी जयरामदास को देने की बात चली और मैंने मन को मना लिया। अब की बार तार आया, तब से तो मैं कुशंका से पागल हो रही हूँ….!!” माँ की हिचकियाँ चलती रहीं।

“लेकिन देखो न नर्मदा,” पिताजी की वाणी में व्याकुलता थी, “जयरामदास को गद्दी देने को अब गुरूजी की इच्छा नहीं है। उनका कहना है, कि हमारे कुल का त्याग उच्च कोटि का है। पिताजी के दान की शोभा बढ़ानी हो, मंदिर की प्रतिष्ठा संभालनी हो और निरांत संप्रदाय को जीवित रखना हो, तो मुझे गद्दी स्वीकार करनी ही चाहिए।” सहसा माँ की हिचकियाँ रूक गयी। आँसू आँखों में ही रूक गये। आवाज कुछ अजीब सी मालूम हुई। बोली, “देखिए, आपके आत्मकल्याण के मार्ग में आकर मैं अपने धर्म से विचलित होना नहीं चाहती, लेकिन यह हमारे लिए बड़े कलंक की बात होगी।”

“दीक्षा लेने में कलंक है, यह तुम से किसने कहा? मैं कुछ दुःख, निराशा या जिम्मेदारियों से भाग कर तो संन्यास ले नहीं रहा। संसार का सामना न कर सकने की कायरता के कारण संन्यास लिया जाए, तो उसे कलंक कहा जा सकता है। जब कि मैं तो सब प्रकार से सुखी जीव हूँ और फिर, मैं तो तुम्हारी सम्मति के बाद ही यह कदम उठाना चाहता हूँ। तुम्हारी रज़ामंदी न हो, तो मुझे गद्दी नहीं चाहिए।!” पिताजी की आवाज़ में कंपन था। वे अभी स्वस्थ नहीं हुए थे।

“मैं जिस कलंक की बात कह रही हूँ, उसका कारण बिलकुल अलग है,” माँ ने कहा। “मेरे कहने का मतलब यह है, कि लोग कहेंगे कि बाप-दादा की संपत्ति सीधी तरह से विरासत में नहीं मिली, तो साधु बन कर हथिया ली। पिता ने उदार मन से जो संपत्ति मठ के लिए दान कर दी थी, उसे बेटे ने महंत बन कर भोगा। हमारी तो संपत्ति भी गयी और इज्जत भी गयी। आपके संबंध में कोई इस प्रकार का संशय व्यक्त करे, तो मेरे लिए तो वह मर जाने जैसा होगा।”

पिताजी गंभीर हो गये। मेरे सिर पर उनका हाथ फिरता रहा। लालटेन की रोशनी उन्होंने कुछ तेज की। कमरे में प्रकाश छा गया। माँ की आंखे पिताजी की आंखों की गहराई में उतर कर कुछ खोज रही थी। वे अपने स्वाभाविक धीर-गंभीर स्वर में बोले, “तुम बिलकुल ठीक कह रही हो, नर्मदा। यह मुझे पहले ही सूझना चाहिए था। न जाने कैसे यह बात मेरे ध्यान में ही नहीं आयी। मेरे मन में एक ही लगन थी कि गुरू महाराज की आज्ञा का पालन करना चाहिए। लेकिन अब तुम्हारी बात समझ में आती है। कल सुबह ही तार कर के गुरूजी के चरणों में अस्वीकृति भेज दूंगा।”

मेरी उपस्थिति से बेखबर होकर माँ ने पिताजी के पाँव छू लिये।


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”.


डाक्टर कुरियन; एक अभिव्यक्ति

Photo: Painting by Dr Rama Aneja

मेरे जैसै अनेक लोग जो डा कुरियन के सान्निध्य मे आए, मेरी समझ के अनुसार, उनका संबन्ध “विक्रमादित्त्य” और “बैताल” की तरह का है।

हर बार उस बैताल के चरित्र के एक पहलू को किसी एक पीपल के पेड़ पर टांग कर आते हैं । वही बैताल एक बिल्कुल नये चरित्र में हमारे कन्धे पर बैठ कर नये सवाल सामने रख देता है। आज करीब पचास साल के बाद भी !

मै अपने को भाग्यशाली समझता हू कि इस व्यक्तित्व के कुछ पहलू को जो मै देख पाया और जो शायद कुछ के ही नसीब मे आया हो, हो सकता है नही भी आया हो। वह था उनका बाल सुलभ निर्दोष व्यवहार और बाल हठ।

हालांकि, उनका यह पहलू मेरे एन डी डी बी छोड़ने और अमूल ज्वायन करने के बाद की हैं कुछ यादें ।

१. फरबरी,१९७०, बरौनी मेरा पहला साक्षात्कार !

डा कुरियन और डा एस सी रे। बरौनी मे एक घास होती है।नोनी। पूरे जमीन पर फैल जाती है। पीले फूलों से लदी हुई।सारी धरती हल्दी से प्रकृति ने पुताई कर दी हो। डा कुरियन ने डा रे से पूछा “कान्ट वी हैव दिस ईन एन डी बी कैम्पस? नो डाक्टर यू कान्ट हैव एव्री थिंग एव्री वेयर। दोनों ने एक दूसरे को देखा निर्दोष मुस्कुराहट और चल पड़े ।


२. दिसम्बर १९७५, क्रिसमस का दिन

तब एन डी डी बी कैंपस मे शायद तीस या बत्तीस परिवार ही रह रहे होंगे। दो क्रिकेट टीमें बनी। कुरियन इलेवन और वरियावा इलेवन। हम सब खेतीवाड़ी ग्राउन्ड मे इकट्ठे हुये । दोनो नौन प्लेइंग कैप्टेन अपनी अपनी टीम के साथ। एकाएक डा कुरियन ने मुझसे पूछा। कैन आइ गो एन्ड बैट? “आइ वान्ट टू शो निर्मला दैट आई ऐम स्टिल यंग एन्ड कैन बैट। बट आई मस्ट टेक परमिसन आफ द कैप्टेन” ! और वह गए। इन फुल पैड अप। और पूरे सम्मान से खेला। बालसुलभ !


३. १४ जनवरी १९७५, उत्तरायण

एन डी डी बी कैंपस में रहने वाले लोग सामने के मैदान में पतंग उड़ाने मे लीन। सब बच्चे समेत अपनी अपनी पतंग उड़ाने में मस्त। यकायक डा कुरियन अपने परिबार के साथ शामिल। उनकी पतंग किसी ने काट दिया। दूसरी पतंग उपर। एक बच्चे के पास आए। उसका नाम पूछा। उसके बाप का नाम पूछा। अपना पतंग दिया और कहा ” इफ यू लूज़ दिस काइट, योर फादर विल लूज़ हिज़ जौब “बह बच्चा दौड़ता हुआ मेरे पास आया और पूछा “पापा ये कौन आदमी है? मै क्या समझाऊ और किसे समझाऊँ?

४. औपरेशन फ्लड टू का शुरुआती समय

एफ ए ओ एडवाइजर्स के लिये लक्जरी गाडियों में से एक आस्ट्रेलियन होल्डन। निहायत खूबसूरत। देखा। मुझसे कहा “कौल मोली। आइ वान्ट टू ड्राइव हर ऐज माई फर्सट कोपैसेन्जर” । मौली आई। “मौली, यू सिट बाई माई साईड। आस्क दिस फेलो टू सिट बिहाइन्ड। आई विल टेक यू राउन्ड द कैम्पस” । ड्राइविंग सीट पर मानो एक निर्दोष बच्चा ट्वाय कार पर खेल रहा हो। “मौली, यू सी ईट हैज़ पावर स्टीयरिंग। यू प्रेस दिस बटन ऐन्ड ऐन एन्टिना पौप्स आउट” । मौली चुपचाप सब सुनती रही। बस, हूं, यस जौली। कैम्पस का चक्कर लगाया और औफिस के सामने ला कर रोक दिया। शायद रजनी ड्राइवर खड़ा था। मैडम को घर छोड़ दो। और मुझसे , “ यू नो, दिस कार नीड्स वाईट पेट्रोल, ऐन्ड माई कार शुड नौट स्टौप ए सिन्गल डे। उस जमाने में आनंद में व्हाइट पेट्रोल? लेकिन व्हाइट पेट्रोल आया। गाड़ी कभी नही रुकी। कैसे हुआ, यह एक अलग कहानी।

५. निर्मला की शादी

कितने सारे लोग आमंत्रित थे। उनमे एक सैयद भाई भी थे, उनके पहले ड्राइवर। मुझे बुलाया ‘सी दैट ही इज ट्रीटेड नौ वे इन्फीरीयर टू एनी वन हीयर। फौर मी ही द वी वी आइ पी फौर द डे। सैयद मियां के लिए अलग टेबल लगाया, एटेन्ड किया और जब जाने लगे, उन्हें बुलाया “थैन्क यू सैयद भाई” ! सैयद भाई मुड़े बिल्कुल स्पीचलेस। बस आंखे नम थीं।

लेकिन इस विशाल व्यक्तित्व को करीब से पहचानने का मौक़ा मुझे एन डी डी बी छोड़ने और अमूल ज्वायन करने पर मिला, उनके साथ, उनके परिवार के साथ साक्षात, और उन सारे लोगों से आत्मीय बात कर के। उनमे आदरणीय त्रिभुवन काका, श्री रमन शंकर पटेल, श्री मनुभाई डाह्या भाई पटेल और श्री बाबूभाई गिरिधर भाई पटेल और श्री एच एम दलाया। सन १९८७ से २००० तक इनका सामीप्य मिला। घंटो साथ मे बैठता, सुनता, प्योर, औनेस्ट, प्रिस्टीन, नौस्टैल्जिक रिवर्स चरनी औन टाइम।

एक ऐसी ही बैठक में त्रिभुवन काका के साथ। “सींहा, कुरियन ने कोई औढखी सक्या नथी। एनी व्यक्तित्व एक नानो बालक जेवा। निष्कपट, निर्दोष, चंचल। कदी शान्त नही बेसी सके। लोको एने ज़िद्दी कहे छै। आ जिद्दी नथी, हठी छे। पण एनो हठ बालहठ। एक रमकड़ा मली जाए तो बस खुश खुश। जूना समय मां मारा पासे बेसता। खबर नहीं शूं शूं अफलातून बिचार। हूं एनो समझातो, कुरियन अमे महासमर मं छीए। मने वचन दे एवं चर्चा सामान्य रीते अणे सामान्य जग्या नहीं करवानी। अणे ए आजीबन निभाया।”
श्री रमनभाई शंकर भाई पटेल “सींहा, तू केनी बाबत जानवा ईच्छे छे, कुरियन बाबत ? अरे एनो बिचारो ना उंढापण, अमे नथी समझी शक्या तो तु तो एक नाना बालक जेवी छे। अगम्य, अथाह पण मापी न सकाए एवो सारगर्भित” ।
मनुभाई डाह्याभाई पटेल “सींहा अमे राजकारणीया छीए।अमारी कार्यशैली तमने खबर होए। पण कुरियन! आ बाबत मां एनी समझ अणे चपलता अमे नहीं पाड़ी शय्या”।
बाबूभाई गिरधरभाई पटेल कुरियन एनक्लेव और एक जमाने मे कंजरी कैटलफीड फैक्टरी पर आने वाले सामान पर टोल टैक्स पूरी तरह माफ करने वाला शख़्स , बस “एक बात, कुरियन नो प्रश्न छे न। पूछवानो नही, सोचबानो नहीं”

ऐसा व्यक्तित्व , बिरला!


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.



Dr. Kurien and the first BOHO dinner

RK Nagar
RK Nagar

BOHO, or whatever this acronym stands for, is the Social club of the National Dairy Development Board established after we moved to the campus in 1970.

The dinner was organised on the 1st of April 1971. The venue, main lobby of the old hostel. Apart from NDDB staff and their families, we had some participants from Amul as well. No need to mention, Dr and Mrs Kurien were there to take part in the fun.

Shri Anirudhan, Assistant Secretary, NDDB was ‘elected’ as the first BOHO king by random picking of slips from a bowl. It is a different thing that all the slips had only one name. He was a great sport and carried out his ‘Duty’ as the King with aplomb. 

One part of the dinner was ‘party games’ and on agenda was a very popular game where participants pick a slip from a bowl, read the slip and enact what is in the slip. It could be a dance step, singing a song or a mimicry act whatsoever. 

When the bowl passed at Dr. Kurien, he picked a slip too. He was a great sport and ready to enact what the message on the slip demanded. He opened the slip, read it, folded it, looked at the expectant audience, smiled and kept quite. He then showed it to Mrs Kurien, then they both smiled. We were all anxious to know what message does the slip contain and eagerly looked forward to his act. 

But he just kept smiling. When all of us wanted to know what is he going to do, he passed the slip to master of ceremonies-Ashok Koshy and asked him to loudly read it. 

And the slip said, “What would you do if you were the Chairman of NDDB”. 

This is called some ‘party luck’. 

Pictures courtesy G Rajan and SB Sen Mazumdar

A polygraphed magazine Facts and Solid non Facts was started and a competition to suggest a name for the club was organised by Shri Ashok Koshy, IAS the then Executive Assistant to Chairman NDDB and later Director ( Administration ) who was the moving force behind organising this social club. Entry fee was Rs 1/-. A total of31 entries were received. Finally the jury selected BOHO as the official name of the club. If I remember correctly it was PT Jacob who suggested the name BOHO and got the prize of Rs 31/- Many believe that B in Boho stands for Buffalo making BoHO as Buffaloes of the highest order. The opinion is highly divided as B stands for many other words in English. 😁🙏🏼



The Spoiler

RK Nagar, in his inimitable style of weaves a nostalgic tale of his younger days and his indulgence in food. Why he decided to put a headline for this story as “ The spoiler” only he knows.

It is his story and about him, but as he puts it, he sees “no harm in starting this story with this title for my friend.”


Calling him a spoiler would be a bit too much, but I see no harm in starting this story with this title for my friend.

And the reason is simple. He ‘introduced’ me to non-vegetarianism- not jokes- FOOD!

Yes that is right. Till I met him, I had at best had an occasional egg, mostly boiled while eating out with friends. It is because I come from a strictly vegetarian family. We were not just vegetarian, we were very ‘Satvik’ in the sense that even onions and garlic didn’t make it to my mother’s kitchen.

Of course over time it changed. I vaguely remember that when I was in tenth grade that I first had raw onion with my food at home. It was introduced by my elder brother who was doing his engineering in Gujarat and having raw onion with Gujarati snacks is a must, especially if you have items like ‘fafda’. 

I had my first egg when I entered college. I was in pre university and during our practicals of animal husbandry, we had to work on the college poultry farm. Towards the end of the class, we were allowed to buy subsidised eggs from the department sale counter. Since most of us in the class were vegetarian, some of us- more adventurous types, bought an egg, cracked it and gulped the raw egg. So, it was taking nutrition without feeling the taste of the egg. Then came the boiled egg stage at home but it still wasn’t in my mom’s kitchen. I was permitted to boil it in a separate vessel on a stove placed in the farthest corner of the terrace.

Since our cook Raoji had cooked our usual vegetarian food while my friend was away in the market, I waited for my friend to finish his cooking so that we could have our lunch together

But this ritual broke when I came to Anand simply because eggs were not available in the market. I mean they were available but in very limited quantity. The sole seller had perhaps a dozen hens and he got another 50 or so eggs from Baroda- in an earthen matka. His entire stock used to get sold out by 9-10 am. When I asked him why he doesn’t get more eggs from Baroda, his cryptic reply was, ‘that is total demand of Anand. If you want eggs, tell me a day before with advance payment’.

Simply put, if you wanted eggs, you had to go to him the previous evening in good time for him to send a message to his Baroda supplier. It was virtually making a “prayerful request to the hen to lay an egg for you for the next day”. You had to specify the numbers and the time of pick up. If by any chance you were late in picking your order, the eggs were sold away to someone else.

Manibhuvan days at Anand

So, my enthusiasm to eat eggs completely died when I came to Anand. I lost the luxury to have a not so frequent boiled egg too. 

And since Gujarati food (as it is there were very limited eating places and they all served similar limited fixed thali) didn’t suit my palate, I wondered how this Spoiler friend of mine from north India had managed to survive. He came from a family of hard core non vegetarians who loved their ‘Khade masale wala meat’. And in Anand where one could barely get eggs, for him eating good meat was a distant dream.

When I moved to share accommodation with him in ‘Manibhuvan’ , one Sunday morning he set on the parapet wall of our balcony in a pose similar to one that village folks take when they go out in darkness for morning adulation. He was unusually quiet, almost pensive. I asked him if he was ok. 

“Yes, I am”, he replied. “But then why are you so quiet”, I asked. 

“I feel like eating meat”, he said. 

“So, what is the problem? You have been in Anand for sometime and you must be knowing a place where you can get meat. Let us go there and you can have your fill”, I responded. 

“No, I want ‘khade masale wala’ meat, the type that my mother cooks”. “You don’t get it in restaurants”. 

I had only heard of meat and I didn’t know what it meant. For me meat was meat- khada masala or baitha masala or for that matter soyahua masala- was all same to me. I couldn’t help him. So, I asked, “then what do you want to do”?

“I want to cook but I can’t do it in our kitchen as YOU are a vegetarian” was his reply. 

“I have no issues with your cooking whatever you want to eat in this kitchen. It is our kitchen and you are free to cook meat. I have friends who are non vegetarians and I have shared table with them on college tours. You don’t have to deprive yourself just because I am a vegetarian”. I cleared. 

He was very happy at my reply. He immediately changed into a spotless white pajama-kurta and left on foot for market to procure meat and ‘khade masale’ for his “meal of the year”. 

He returned after about an hour and a half in a horse carriage. The way he alighted was a scene to witness, he was smiling from ear to ear, looked very happy almost triumphant. 

He kept his purchases on the kitchen platform. There was a bigger pack with about 250 grams of meat and about a dozen small ‘pudias’ containing all the ‘khada masalas’. Again changed, asked me to sit in the balcony and got down to business. It took him nearly two hours to make the long awaited dish with his mother’s recipe. 

Since our cook Raoji had cooked our usual vegetarian food while my friend was away in the market, I waited for my friend to finish his cooking so that we could have our lunch together.

Finally he emerged from the kitchen and declared, ‘I have done it, it smells exactly as what my mother’s recipe’ and added, ‘Nagar, you eat first’. 

“Why”? I asked. “Because being a vegetarian, if you see me eating meat, you may throw up. I Don’t want to spoil your lunch”. 

“Look dear, if I had to eat alone, I would have done it while you were away in the market. I waited for you so that we eat together. Now let us sit and eat. It is Sunday lunch and we must enjoy it- I my veggies and you, your meat”. 

As we set down, he waited. He didn’t start while I had finished half a chapati. So, I asked him, “why aren’t you eating? Anything wrong”. 

“No, would you like to taste the curry- just a tea spoon, just in case and that will reassure me that I have not spoiled your lunch”. 

I agreed, tasted a tea spoonful of curry followed by a small piece of meat- the size of a peanut. 

The ‘Spoiler’ had played the trick. Smart cookie. I remained spoiled for the next 30 years.

Wouldn’t you want to know the name of this spoiler? The fellow who made me recall this story- Shailendra Kumar.


A memorable moment

MM Patel
MM Patel

I heard Dr Kurien speak to a group of people only once.

While was working as a team member of NDDB Spearhead Team (SHT) at Kolhapur in 1980, I got an office order transferring me from Dairy Project (NDDB, SHT) to the newly launched NDDB Oil Seeds and Vegetable Oil Project, Bhavnagar, in October 1980.

I was nominated to part in a seminar cum training programme of ten-day duration after six months of joining at Bhavnagar. The participants were staff chosen from National Dairy Development Board (NDDB) and Gujarat Cooperative Oilseeds Growers Federation Ltd (GROFED. The subject areas covered were Agriculture Extension and Cooperation. The venue was the government agriculture farm Talaja, Bhavnagar. Oilseeds Growers were also invited on the day of the inauguration of the programme.

At the inaugural function Shri GM Jhala and Dr Chothani from NDDB addressed the seminar. They briefed about the NDDB Oilseeds and Vegetable Oil Project designed on the Anand pattern, with oilseed processing plant so that farmers get a remunerative price and steady marketing channel for their produces. At the end of the inaguration programme I got the opportunity to propose a vote of thanks to the speakers and participants.

Later, along with other training programme participants, I visited Lokbharti, Sanosara, Gujarat Agriculture University Campus, National Research Center for Groundnut at Junagadh and Soil testing Laboratory at Gandhinagar. It was a study visit and at each of these institutions we were briefed about the objectives, operations and specific activities of the institutions we visited. We also learnt about research work being carried out at these institutes.

It was heartening to learn about the research work in oilseeds production through the development of high yielding varieties. During the training, we also had sessions conducted by NDDB officers as well as from the Agriculture and Cooperation Department of the Government of Gujarat.

The seminar cum training programme ended at NDDB Anand.

Dr Kurien Sir addressed the concluding session. He briefed us about the NDDB Oilseeds and Vegetable Oil Project which was designed on the pattern of Anand Milk Cooperatives for the Oilseeds sector. Objective being to integrate production, processing and marketing of Oilseeds and edible oils as also provision of inputs for increasing Oilseeds production under Oilseeds Producer owned cooperative institutions.

In his address, Kurien also mentioned the telephonic conversations he had with the Minister in the Government of India about our project. Dr kurien Sir spoke in English with some sentences in Gujarati, which was very sweet. At the end he asked about our working conditions and problems faced and about our remunerstion.

This gesture on his part indicated his concern for employees. He was sensitive to the needs of both the employees and the oilseeds producers.

I fondly remember this event when I heard Dr Kurien speak to the participants of the seminar cum training programme. I was lucky to have been present on that occasion.



I fulfilled my curiosity

Curiosity kills the cat, or so goes the adage, but a curious village lad from Gujarat working in villages of Maharashtra fulfilled his interest, without harming the buffaloes ! MM Patel fondly remembers his experience.

I got an opportunity to work as a member of the NDDB spearhead team at Jalgaon (Maharashtra) from 1974 to 1976. This was the period when Operation Flood – I was under implementation.

This posting enabled me get a very good exposure into the workings of spearhead teams through which NDDB helped organise village level milk producers cooperatives in 18 milk shed of India, of which Jalgaon was one.

My leader Dr ML Naware Sir was an enthusiastic professional taskmaster who valued hard work and punctuality most. However, I was able to earn his trust within a few months based on my working.

I used to attend village meetings with him. I enjoyed working under his leadership. Other team members and I had on many occasions breakfast and tea at his house. My family members were invited for lunch at his home when I was transferred back from Jalgaon to Anand.

I also remember some names of other team members of the Jalgaon Team, including Shri NB Vashi Sir. He is at present Managing Director of Valsad District Milk Producers Cooperative Union Ltd. Vasudhara Dairy.

Vashi Sir had offered me a job at vasudhara dairy in the year 2014, but I missed working with him as my twin brother was admitted to hospital for cancer treatment. And it became necessary for me to be with my twin brother. I am glad that I was able to be with my brother when he needed my service.

Initially, we worked in Pachora Taluka reorganising milk producers cooperative societies. The milk producers cooperatives societies in Pachora were not working on the Anand pattern. There was no system for milk testing, and producers were not paid as per the fat content of milk. Milk Producers had to bring their buffalo to an open ground near the society. The milk cooperative society staff supervised the milking of buffaloes.

We had to stop this system. Under the Anand pattern, milk producers milk their buffalo at their homes and bring milk to the society collection centre. We introduced testing of milk for fat content, and the price of milk was paid according to fat content as per Anand pattern. The producer members were happy with the new system.

After about a year of field work veterinary routes were started for these societies every week. For organising this work Dr Joseph was deputed from NDDB Anand. Fresh /experienced veterinary doctors were recruited by the Milk Union for the mobile veterinary services. Dr Joseph returned to Anand on completion of his work after a few months.

Once the reorganisation of milk cooperative societies in Pachora Taluka on Anand Pattern was completed except for me, all other team members were shifted to other talukas for similar work.

My task was to undertake visits to societies for supervision. I used to travel to societies using vehicles operating on the mobile veterinary routes.

I was curious to learn buffalo pregnancy diagnosis and administering medicine to a Buffalo through injection.

The doctor agreed and taught me the pregnancy diagnosis technique and how to inject a buffalo for administering medicine.

One day I had a talk with doctors. I had seen the doctors treating buffaloes and diagnosing for pregnancy. I had closely observed the hard work they put for treating buffaloes.

I had passed the 11th Board exam (Old SSC) with science subjects and took admission into science college. I later changed the study line and joined a commerce college due to the inconvenience of State Trasport bus timing for travel from my village to the college. I also used to work with a milk producers cooperative society in the neighbouring village. The Commerce (B Com) degree came very handy in 1981 when I was absorbed from NDDB into GROFED as an accountant and thereafter I also got an opportunity to work as Executive (Finance & Accounts) with Mehsana Dustrict Cooperative Oilseeds Growers Union.

I had seen only natural service for breeding of buffaloes in my village. Artificial insemination of buffaloes for breeding was carried out in my village only from the year 1970 onwards. We had to take our buffalo to a bull in the neighbouring village for servicing, and it was a cumbersome task.

I once accompanied my father when he had take our buffalo to the neighbouring village for servicing. On reaching that village we found that the bull was not there. During the day time the bull moved along with the herds of other animals for grazing. We had to take our buffalo to the ground where the animals and the Bull were grazing. With the help of herdsman and much hardship we were able to get our buffalo serviced.

The artificial insemination services for buffalo & cows provided through milk producers cooperative socities with the help of district milk union and NDDB is a boon to farmers and has contributed greatly the development of dairying in the country.

I was curious to learn more about pregnancy diagnosis. So while on veterinary route one day, I expressed my desire to insert my hand into the buffalo’s body to diagnose for pregnancy. The doctor agreed and taught me the pregnancy diagnosis technique and how to inject a buffalo for administering medicine.

There after I tried my hand at pregnancy diagnosis several times while on a veterinary route route and the doctors had found my diagnosis to be correct. I also used to inject buffaloes for administering medicine.

I enjoyed the learning experience and the way I was able to satisfy my curiosity. I fondly remember this even today.



એનડીડીબી-અનુભવની પાઠશાળા

અતિતની ભીતરમાં ડોકિયું કરતા અનેક પ્રસંગોની હારમાળા ઉપસી આવે અને તેને યાદ કરી માણવાની મજા આવે ,કેટલાંક કાર્ય સ્થલે બનેલા બનાવો આજે પણ સ્મરણ પટ પર રમતા જોવા મલે અને તેને યાદ કરતાં આનંદની લહેર શરીરમાંથી પસાર થાય!

આશરે ચાર દાયકા પહેલાં જયારે મારી એનડીડીબી મા નિમણુંક થઇ અને સાબરમતી આશ્રમ ગૌશાળા,અમદાવાદ ખાતે પોસ્ટીંગ થયું ત્યારે આનંદ નો સમુદ્ર મારી અંદર હીલો ળા  લઇ રહ્યો હતો તે વખતે માત્ર છવ્વીસ વર્ષ ની આયુ મા એનડીડીબી જેવી પ્રતિષ્ઠિત અને ગૌરવશાળી સંસ્થા માં સારા પગાર સાથે એક પશુ ચિકિત્સક ને નોકરી મલવી તે ગર્વ લેવા જેવી વાત હતી !

મારા રોજબરોજના કાર્ય મા પશુપાલન ક્ષેત્રે વૈજ્ઞાનિક ઢબે પશુ સંવર્ધન માટે કૃત્રિમ વીર્ય દાનની તાલિમ આપવા સાથે પરચૂરણ ઓફીસ કાર્ય અને પશુઓની સંભાળ રાખવાનું કાર્ય મને સોંપેલ હતું. સંવેદના સાથે પશુની નજીક જઇ તેનું અવલોકન કરવું અને તેની વર્તણુક નો અભ્યાસ કરવો જે મારી અંગત રૂચિ હતી અને તે માટે સવાર સાંજ પશુઓને નિરખતો.

તે વખતે ગૌશાળા મા ગાંધીજીના સમયથી ગાયો નો રખરખાવ થતો અને આશ્રમ વાસીઓને દૂધ પૂરું પાડવાનો શિરસ્તો હતો. એક સફેદ કામધેનું જેવી ગાયે જોડકા વાછડાનો જન્મ આપ્યો જે સફેદ દૂધ જેવા અને કાલી ભમ્મર આંખો વાલા અતિ સુંદર વાછરડા ઓને મે સ્વેચ્છા એ દતક લઇ ને રોજ કસરત સાથે દોડવાની તથા કુદકા મારવાની તાલીમ આપતો!

બને વાછરડાના નામ હિરા અને મોતી રાખ્યા હતાં, રોજ તેમને નામથી બોલાવતો અને દોડતા આવી જતા ,નવડાવવા સાથે શિંગડે તેલ લગાવી ને ચમકતા રાખતો અને જોતજોતામાં તો આ વાછરડા દોઢ વર્ષ ના થઇ ગયા! મુલાકાતી ઓ તેને જોઇને અચરજ પામતાં અને ઉંચી કિંમત આપવા તેયાર હતાં પણ આતો અમારા જીગરના ટૂકડા વેચાય કેમ!

એક દિવસ અમારા બોસ ડો ચોથાણી સાહેબ કોઇ કાર્ય માટે ઑફિસમાં આવ્યા ,એક એવું વયકતિતવ કે તેમને જોતાં જ ડર લાગે અને બોલે એટલે નોન સ્ટોપ, પરન્તુ હદયના નિખાલસ!  તેમણે બધાના કાર્ય વિષે પૂછપરછ કરી અને દરેક વિભાગ ની મુલાકાત લીધી.’આ સિવાય બીજું શું કામ કરો છો તમે ?’ એવું પૂછતાં મે ગભરાતાં ગભરાતાં જવાબ આપ્યો પશુને પણ તાલીમ આપુ છું એવુ જણાવતા તેઓ વિસ્મય પામ્યા અને મને કહ્યુ કે ‘ હિરા મોતી બતાવ’! મે વિગતવાર તેમની સાથે વાત કરી અને ડેમો આપ્યો તો તેઓ ખુશ ખુશ થઈ ગયા અને કહ્યુ કે ‘વાહ આતો ન માની શકાય તેવુ !પણ હવે હૂ તને ખાસ સૂચના આપું છું કે તારે એવી તાલીમ આપવાની કે કુરિયન સાહેબ પણ તેમનાં ગલા મા હાથ નાંખી ને ઉભા રહે તેવું તારે કરવાનું છે અને હુ કુરિયન સાહેબને અહી લઇને આવીશ ‘આ સાંભલી ને મારાં તો હોશ ઉડી ગયા અને ‘And Boss is always right ‘એ કહેવત ને ધ્યાને લેતાં મે મારું માથું હલાવી મૂક સંમતિ આપી પરન્તુ મનમાં એવો વિચાર આવ્યો કે ‘જોષી તારી નોકરી ગઇ’!

પછીના દિવસો બહુ ઉચાટ અને ગભરાટ સાથે વિત્યા,રાતે ઉઘ પણ ન આવે ,સપનાં મા ચોથાણી સાહેબનો રોફદાર ચહેરો દેખાય!અને એક દિવસ સાહેબ આવી ચડયા અને કહ્યુ ‘ચલ તૂ હિરા મોતી ને તૈયાર રાખ હુ આવું છું !’

પલની પણ રાહ જોયા વગર મે માણસોને સૂચના આપી અને બંને ને નવડાવી ધોવડાવી,ઉચ્ચ પ્રકારનો ખોરાક આપી,શિંગડા ઉપર તેલ લગાવી,બંનેની પીઠ ઉપર રંગબેરંગી ઝૂલ નાખીને વરરાજા જેવાં તૈયાર કરી,ચોથાણી સાહેબને તેમની બાંધવાની જગ્યા એ લઇ ગયો!બંનોનો વિકાસ જોઈને સાહેબ ખુશ થઈ ગયા અને મને આદેશ આપ્યો ‘પહેલાં તૂ જા અને ગલામા હાથ નાંખી ઉભો રહે !’આદેશ મુજબ હું આત્મ વિશ્વાસ સાથે ગયો અને વારાફરતી બંનેને પૂચકારીને ગલામા હાથ નાંખી ભેટ્યો,બંને શાંતિ થી ઉભા રહ્યા! હવે સાહેબ નો વારો હતો અને જેવા નજીક ગયા કે તુરંત શિંગડા ઉગામ્યા અને સાહેબ બે ડગલાં પાછાં હટી ગયા અને તેમને સમજાય ગયું કે પશુ સંવેદનશીલ હોય છે ,સાથે રહો તો પ્રેમ ની ભાષા સમજે છે !સાહેબે મારી પીઠ થાબડી અને કહ્યુ જોષી તૂ મારી પરિક્ષા મા પાસ થયો અને પછી આનંદથી વિદાય થયા!

આવી હતી બોસની કરડાકી ભર્યા ચહેરા પાછલ છૂપાયેલી ઉદારતા, જેને આજે પણ યાદ કરતા ધન્યતા અનુભવું છુ!

NDDB campus life Reminiscences from the 1970’s

G Krishnan
G Krishnan

Here is a small trip down the memory lane.For many of the Junior Officers who resided in the NDDB campus at Anand in the early 1970’s,the ubiquitous table pictured below is sure to bring about nostalgia.


These handcrafted tables were on sale during the evening hours just outside the Baroda railway station. And the price? A mere Rs.5!Carting a couple of them to Anand was no hassle either. There used to be a Baroda- Ahmedabad passenger train leaving the station at 6 PM, reaching Anand around 7 PM. However, transporting them to the campus was more cumbersome than carting them from Baroda to Anand! If memory serves me right,autorickshaws were either rare or yet to make its appearance in the visibility of the Anand station.


Initially, I had picked up one table and paid Rs.5.However,the next year when we picked up another unit , we had to pay Rs.7.But ,at such prices one does not complain.


The one pictured here is still in perfect shape and serves me well. And believe me, during the past 40 odd years, I have carted the guy to Delhi, Bombay, Madras and Cochin in trucks packed like sardines. Sadly,I lost its identical twin in 2000,while transiting from Madras to Cochin.


The second photograph of the three cute looking coffee mugs too have another fascinating story to tell. They were also picked up from Baroda sometime in 1977.Remember, during those days Anand was still a one horse town.


It was a case of the proverbial love at first sight! I first saw it on Professor Michael Halse’s office table. And over the next few weeks, I realised that it was a regular presence on his table. I am sure that the learned Professor must have noticed my envious glances at the mug. But he chose to neglect it, and I felt too uncomfortable to ask him where he purchased it.


However , a few days later,I checked with his Secretary Jagadish Mehta and learned that it was purchased from a crockery shop in Baroda. Other than that he could not tell me anything more. Though disappointed, there was hardly anything that I could do about it.


A couple of months passed by.And then Hey Presto ! One afternoon I found myself in the Office Library ( then located in the hostel building). I noticed librarian Jyotiben Patel holding a copy of the now-defunct Illustrated Weekly of India. And the outside back cover carried a full-page colour advertisement of the same coffee mugs with the accompanying jug.

Sadly, the advertisement carried only the name of the manufacturer-Standard Potteries and not that of the distributors in Gujarat.

However,the disappointment did not last long .During our next visit to Baroda for some small shopping,I stumbled upon the object of my desire in a largish ceramic shop in the Mandvi area!


Though we picked up 6 mugs and the accompanying jug, sadly only tthree survive today. But,as the saying goes,one has to be grateful for small mercies!


Even after four decades, I continue to use them every day. And every time I see the mugs which I have lovingly named as ‘ Mike’s Mugs’, fond memories of the late Professor flashes through my mind.


Aameen Khan Rahut writes about his passion and professional life journey!

Amin Khan Rahut
Amin Khan Rahut

My professional life centres around three prestigious Institutions, and even after my retirement, it has remained almost the same.

I joined Indian Dairy Corporation (IDC) in the year 1973. I was only 22 years old then. I shifted to Anand to work for the Coordination Department of IDC. When IDC merged into National Dairy Development Board in 1987, I also worked with the Chairman’s office.

I was lucky to have had the opportunity to work directly with very respected professionals from these organisations; Dr MPG Kurup, Late Shri ZS Chhatwal, Shri N. K. Chawla, Dr RS Khanna and Shri B. M. Vyas. Each of them besides being a boss were very good mentors.

I thank Dr RS Khanna who is responsible for my induction into IDC. He was the one who encouraged me to get into theatre in Baroda before I moved to Anand.

Last but not the least I thank Shri BM Vyas, former Managing Director of GCMMF, for whom I worked as his Executive Assistant. Shri Vyas sir has shown me the world of Dairy Marketing. He is the responsible for my overall growth in the field of Marketing. And he is still supporting me. For the past 25 years we are together and I am still working for him.

While working with the Chairmans office I worked closely with Shri Shailendra Kumar, whom I respect. He always appreciated my work and when I was wrong, criticised also.

But there is another side of my persona. Even before I got into a job, I participated in theatre.

While at NDDB, Anand, I got ample opportunities a conducive environment to explore and expand further my theatre activities. I was able to develop many employees of the organisations where I worked and their family in theatre. I also worked closely with like minded theatre persons from IRMA and Dairy Science College, Anand.

Under the aegis of BOHO Club I received all the help required to pursue my passion. I also taught acting to my fellow employees and their families, including children, and we staged different types of plays, dances, etc., each year on the eve of 26th January, 15th August, BOHO Day and so on.

Over time, I developed a number of good quality theatre persons both male and females from these organisations.

BOHO Club got recognition through out India for its theatre activities. We also got prestigious Awards. I was awarded Sanjeev Kumar Memorial Award for Best Amateur Director in 1993 at Shimla and Best Amateur Director in 1994 at Agra. Both are National level awards. Apart from these I received six Awards for acting and direction at the State Level.


I have written and staged two plays in Hindi. Written six mono acting scripts and translated five books of plays from different languages in Hindi, and managed State and National level theatre competitions.


“DEVDASI” a play written by me two years back has got many awards at the national level University competition. My another play “SAVDHAN POLICE HAI” got nine first Awards at the National level competition.


Writing poems is my passion. I have written a number of poems. All my poems are romantic, as I feel romance of life every where. A book of my poems “EK BATTA BAHATTAR”, has recently been published by Amazon and is available on its site for sale.

I am now 70 years but still actively involved in cultural activities. I spend my time playing songs on key-board, writing poems and scripts for my young friends.

My all poems are romantic, as romance is every where.

A book of my poems “EK BATTA BAHATTAR

Recently published by Amazon available on sale