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2011-12-31T15:23:00.001+05:30

Dates are just for calculations.

Calendar is mere a concept.

Time is again a thinking dimension.

What exists is you

Your happiness

So CHEERS for that!!!

2011-12-31T15:16:00.001+05:30

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THE INDIAN PEOPLE’S CHARTER

2011-08-17T21:52:00.001+05:30

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We the people of India have completely lost faith in the present system of governance. This charter of demands is not addressed to the present ruling party or any other existing party. It is addressed to ourselves around which we want to organise ourselves to create a new system.

We expect that in coming days, weeks and months the Indian people will arise, gather in every city, town and village square and throw out the present government like they did in Tunisia and Egypt. An interim government will be formed representing all the people’s movement in every part of India. The government may have to pass decrees to protect the wealth of the country.

The charter given below is to help to organise/give a call to the people to bring such a mobilisation. It is also a programme for such an interim government to implement.

The Immediate Charter I

eace and Bread

Cease fire on all fronts. Withdraw all armed police and army from all people’s movements – Kashmir, North East, Maoists, and Movements against big projects like nuclear and thermal power plants and SEZs and other movements. Release all prisoners involved in these movements.
Sign no war pacts with Pakistan and China and all other neighbouring countries. Withdraw all Indian soldiers if any from any country outside India. Demilitarise Siachin Glacier. Stop all military intervention and military aid to all the countries. Release all the Pakistanis and other foreign prisoners languishing in Indian jails and send them back to their countries.
Start universal rationing in all the affected districts under Maoists, Kashmir, and North East. Seek cooperation from these movements to implement it.

The Immediate Charter II

Lasting Peace and Freedom from Hunger

Open dialogs with all the parties involved and arrive at a solution based on the “Quaker Method’ of conducting meeting. Create new states like Telangana, Vidharbha, Gorkhaland, Bodoland etc. where the movement have been going on for decades. Cancel all new MOUs of mining, nuclear and thermal power plants and SEZs.
Solve the Kashmir Problem with a dialogue between all the three parties involved –The Kashmiris, India and Pakistan. The solution could be based on uniting the all the Kashmiris and an independent Kashmir based on a model like Switzerland and Bhutan.
Settle the border issue with China based on existing occupation. That is by giving up claim on Aksai Chin and settling on the basis of give and take. Make the border settlement final.
Extend universal rationing to the whole country based on local procurement and local food habits.
Implement universal secondary education and primary health care in all the affected districts in cooperation of people’s movement.
Abolish all competitive examinations for recruitment. Recruit on the basis of qualifying examination results and ‘Pilani Method’ of equalizing scores of different boards and universities. The money and teaching staff saved be utilized in improving existing schools and colleges.
Abolish private sub standard/fake engineering and medical colleges. The buildings and staff released should be used for schools.
Start eco restoring programmes in all degraded regions with the help of people’s movement. Make education and research in agro-ecology as a focus at all levels of education.

Maintaining Peace and Moving towards Happiness

Moving towards Socialism

1. The interim government will form a Constitution Assembly to draw up a new Constitution. This could be federal constitution on the lines of 1924 Soviet Constitution. Based on such a Constitution a new socialist society will come into being.

2. Socialism for the 21^st century will be based on:

a. Equality and Peace

b. Scaling down present levels of energy

c. Local self sufficiency

HUMANURE IN BILGRAM For Vinayak V. V. by T. Vijayendra

2011-07-27T16:52:00.001+05:30

World Environment Day

Somewhere in North Karnataka there is this taluk town called Bilgram. The town grew around an army cantonment during the British times more than hundred years ago. So it has tree lined streets, bungalows with garden having old trees. There is an ‘Institute’ area where there was once a club and a theatre which showed foreign movies and had even a bar. Near it there is a market where you can buy everything. There are many old churches, mosques and temples. They speak Kannada, Marathi, Dakhni, Konkani and English.

The town has an environmental group called Prakruti. Nora Caravallho is the secretary and is the heart and soul of it. Beside her in the group there is a naturalist, an animal lover, a photographer, a doctor, a trade unionist and a journalist. Prakruti does several things. They have environment education programmes in school and help running eco clubs in school. In the town they have an anti plastic bag campaign and a roof top rain water harvesting programme.

They have good links with the surrounding villages. They have adopted a few villages which have been involved in organic farming through some old Gandhians. The rural programme of these Gandhians also had some tank restoration programmes, planting trees etc. Prakruti buys all the surplus of the adopted villages and it is distributed among the members of the group and friends. Apart from grains etc. Prakruti also buys value added products like Ragi malt, chutneys and pickles which a village group produces.

On the World Environment Day they had a whole day programme. It was organised in the Kala Bhavan - the District Theatre building. Outside in the grounds there was a shamiana and it had a photo exhibition and stalls. The photo exhibitions had mainly enlarged photographs of nature taken by Murali, the photographer of the Prakruti group. There were also some photographs villagers harvesting millets and making pickles and ragi malt. There were stalls that sold organic grains, there were others that sold organic ragi malt, pickles etc. Food shops sold organic millet based food and one stall gave meat curries with organic food. There was bookshop which sold books on organic farming and children’s books on environment and wildlife.

Inside the hall inaugural songs, lectures etc. went on. They also had a carbon foot print workshop conducted by Katyayani, Chandirka and Lavanya from Apis Foundation, Hyderabad. These three young women were dressed for the occasion and every body’s eyes were upon them. Katyayani was in pink shoes, tight black pants and a canary yellow top with wide collars. Chandrika was in riding breaches with a white embroidered top. Lavanya was in a wide big black skirt and a pink top and sandals. They were fluttering about like butterflies and buzzing like honey bees.

Before closing Nora said, ‘among the guest today we have our friends from the villages who have been providing us organic food. I would ask Shree Keshav to give us a feed back and tell us what we city people can give to the villages’

Keshav said, ‘I am grateful to Nora Akka for inviting me. I am very happy to be here among all you city folks. I have spent the whole day very happily watching all these clean and bright young people who are so concerned about the environment and village people.’

‘I am very happy to see that our organic products are so popular among you. I heard about fair trade and that you people want to pay us good prices for our healthy organic products. Well that is nice. We can provide you as much organic products as you like.’

‘Nora Akka asked me what the city people can give to help the villagers.’

‘Today I looked around and tried to find what I can take it back from here. I found there is nothing. I began thinking what you people have that we may take. I find that you have something which is very valuable to us – almost as valuable as gold if not more. I am referring to what your school children call number one and number two (laughter). Why don’t you send it to us? It is more valuable than the money that you promise as fair trade.’

‘These bright young women from Hyderabad can tell us how many thousand litres of urine (piss) and how many tons of human excreta (shit) you people produce every day. Our village has only thousand people whereas you have a hundred thousand people. So you people produce a hundred times more this valuable source of fertiliser. But you city people do not recognise it. Almost all of it is wasted and goes down expensive drains to pollute rivers and lakes and surrounding regions.’

‘I also noticed that in the city you people burn leaf fall in the gardens. Then there is a lot of biodegradable waste that is put in plastic bags and allowed to rot. Now all that you have to do is to mix this biomass and your shit and piss and turn it into first class manure. Can you do it? This is the only thing that you city people can give to us villagers in return for the food we produce for you. Thank you.’

The Humanure Project

Nora was very upset by Keshav’s remarks on the World Environment Day in Bilgram. She could not blame him for it because what he said was quite true. Nor could she ignore it.

Nora called a meeting of tow young people Eva and Raju who had done a project on solid waste management in their school. They told her that the solution lies in collecting urine and diluting it 20 times. Then it can be directly used on plants. In making the shit available, the answer lies in composting it. They also added that urban middle class houses are connected with a drain and they will not change to composting latrines or collecting the urine. They said we have to go to the poor people who do not have latrines. Nora was acutely aware that once again the middle class does the awareness building whereas when we have to actually change the world we have to go to poor people.

They chose Kabir Nagar, the power loom weavers colony where they have been demanding latrines from the municipality. The contacted the municipality and got permission to build latrines in the city garden next to the colony.

The garden was in a bad shape. Its boundary wall was broken at places, goats and cows were grazing on what little grass that was left and people were using the ground as open latrines. Eva and Raju started with children’s festival and organised games and activities. They also started a mobile library where children exchanged books on a weekly basis. Then they started a children’s eco club and explained their plan to build ecological latrines and urinals. They made work groups with children and began to start the work of sanitation step by step.

First they began to repair the wall and get the water connection to the garden restored. Slowly they began to plan the garden. They marked out areas for building the compost heaps, the nurseries and vegetable plots. There were old trees in the garden and had a lot of leaf fall. In the area marked for compost heaps they started collecting leaf fall. They brought seeds and planted some directly and some in nursery bags and watered them.

Then they constructed the urinals in such a way that all the urine was collected. Everybody who used the urinals was paid by a yellow plastic token that could be exchanged in a shop for 10 paise that sold sweets and school stationery. Initially some children even cheated by making frequent unproductive trips to the urinals. But soon other children reported and it was discussed and gradually it stopped.

They diluted the urine 20 times and began to sprinkle it on the plants and on the leaf fall. They also began to collect all the dog shit and even human shit after covering them with dust and leaf. This also they put in the leaf heap.

The next step was the difficult one. They consulted old latrine workers and Gandhians who knew the whole field of community latrines. The problem was that they wanted to make a humanure dry latrine where only a little water was used for washing and not for draining the shit out. The idea was to collect it in a bucket, cover it with dry leaf powder and transport it to the compost heap. Now a whole generation has gone through abolishing such a system in the name of removing untouchability. To reintroduce the system with all the precaution and good science was difficult socially.

So they first built only 4 latrines, two each for men and women. Within each set of two latrines, one was built with a seat for elderly people who found it difficult to squat. They bought 8 buckets, painted them white and fixed wooden handles on them. Each user was paid with a brown plastic token which could be exchanged in the shop for 25 paise.

Once again initially children used it. Then the elderly and women came. In the latrine there was pictorial instruction to put a handful of crushed leaf after the job was done from the wooden trough that was kept there. Since so little water was used the place was dry and clean. There was no smell because it was covered with crushed leaf.

The next part was the real difficult part. They had to remove the bucket, replace it with fresh one, put all the 4 buckets in a small trolley, carry it to the compost heap, remove a bit of compost from the centre and empty the bucket into it. Actually it was quite simple, but initially everyone was hesitant to handle shit. It was Nora, Eva and Raju who themselves took the initiative and did it. After emptying it was covered with more leaf and other biomass. Finally the bucket was washed and the water was sprinkled over the compost heap.

Soon people got used to this extra clean toilet without water and every one began to use it. Two persons (one man and one woman) were employed to empty the buckets and sweep the toilets regularly. After some time they built another unit of 4 latrines and one unit was exclusively for women and one was for men.

Meanwhile the compost heap was growing in numbers and after the first three months they began to ‘harvest’ one heap a weak. At the end of the year the team and some children hired a small truck, loaded it with the compost and went to Keshav village. They were given a warm welcome and a feast was organised for them. They came back with a truck load of fruits, grains, vegetables and fresh eggs. They opened an organic shop in the garden and sold them.

Reading Aloud and Ping! Goes the plastic

The Humanure Project at Kabir Nagar Public Garden succeeded in many ways. The organic shop in the garden was stabilised and was run by the Makkala Sangha – the Children’s Association. The system of yellow and brown tokens stopped as people realised the value of a clean toilet. In fact outside visitors paid for the use of it.

The Prakruti group members began to visit regularly and spread the word about humanure toilets. Soon some people who had large gardens and were facing the problem of providing toilet for their servants approached. They were asked to send their servants to study the system and if they liked it then the servants themselves should build it and run it. The house owner of course had to provide the money for it. The senior members of the Makkala Sangha took up the contract and earned Rs. 1000 per humanure toilet.

The children’s library had acquired nearly 3000 titles because one of the Prakruti members was a retired librarian and helped acquire the books. The books were acquired by starting a bookshop run by the children. The Library and the bookshop both were called Makkala Sahitya Bhandar (MSB). This enabled them to get discounts and they also sold a few books every day during the library hour. A children’s cultural centre came called Makkala Mane. This had one large hall which contained the books in shelves and surrounded by a covered space.

Eva and Raju often dropped in during the library hour and discussed various environment issues. The issue of urban food waste wrapped in plastic carry bags was often discussed. In Kabir Nagar itself children managed to stop the practice in a big way but in the town shopkeepers complained the people demanded carry bags. Only in medical shops they started using small brown paper bags. Raju got the idea of making these bags with old news papers. MSB produced some samples of 4’’*6” size and the medical shops said that they will pay Rs.10 for 100 bags. Within a couple of weeks many children were producing 100 bags in an hour and half and got paid Rs.8 for it by MSB. One day Eva suggested making the bags at Makkala Mane in a group. Some 7 children came and they produced 1000 bags in a little above an hour. All this was done chatting, getting up and coming back etc. Everybody was paid Rs.10 and MSB kept Rs.30 for future use. One day Eva read a story to them while they were making the bags. Soon these read aloud session became regular. Then the senior members suggested that the person reading should also be paid RS.10 since they were saving Rs.30. On days Eva did not come some child would read or some time even just sing. They began to read everything that came, story books, newspapers, booklets and pamphlets on environment, corruption, on Save the Deccan and so on.

One day Nora, the secretary of Prakruti, came by and listened to the read aloud sessions. As the read aloud session went on droning, her mind wandered. She dreamt of plastic bags fly about lazily and the paper bags following them and ping! The plastic bag would vanish!

Enter the Grandma

Soon the group ran out reading material. They tried out performances by children but it did not work. Then one child, Rahmet said that his grandmother can tell nice stories in Dakhni. So they called her and she told so many funny stories with strong Dakhni flavour that children had to hold their stomach for laughing. Reshma chachi was also pleased with her earnings of Rs. 10 per session. No one had ever paid her for telling stories!

It was not long before they found story tellers in Kannada and Marathi. All the children knew all the three languages and they had a great variety. Nora started recording these stories with the idea of transcribing them.

One day a wandering ventriloquist came and he was so talented! He could imitate dogs fighting, cock fighting, baby crying - anything you ask, he would perform immediately. He was very poor and in rags. The children decided to pay him double their rate, that is, they paid him Rs.20!

The Dog Department

Katyayani and Chandrika from Hyderabad heard about all these activities of Makkal Mane and decided to pay a visit. They walked in the Kabir Nagar Public Park and immediately several dogs surrounded them barking furiously at them. Nora, Eva, Raju and the children got a bit alarmed thinking that their guests would be frightened. But both of them were completely at ease and started talking and scolding the dogs.

Both of them moved to the Neem tree around which a platform was built. They sat on it and Katyayani brought out a pendant from her bag. She identified the top dog, called him Sheru and began to move the pendant slowly. Sheru got hypnotised and sat down on his haunches. Other dogs followed suit and sat down in a semi circle around Katyayani, very quiet and expectant.

Katyayani told the dogs about her first dog, a pup that was kicked very hard by a cruel man. She brought it home. Then she told them all the stories of various dogs she had ending up with her current dog Noty. In the end she brought a pack of biscuit and gave one to each of the dog and told them to go and play. The dogs happily scampered away.

But where was Chandrika? She was under another tree surrounded by cats and telling them her story about the 70 cats that were born in her house. She ended up telling the story of Fanta and Pepsi, two of her cats. ‘Once Fanta's sister Pepsi was tied up in a sack by my neighbour and abandoned in a neighbouring town. Imagine our surprise when it showed up at our door a few days later all wretched and howly! It was a heartening moment. Pepsi was a playful mischievous cat while Fanta was the sober motherly one.’ She also told them about Pepsi and its crazy games. She got up and the cats were around her legs, rubbing themselves and tumbling all over. With an effort she shooed them away.

The guests finally entered the Makkal Mane Room and had a nice long chat. The children were very curious about their ability to relate with cats and dogs. They explained that the can make friends with any dog and cat because they have loved them since their childhood and had several dogs and cats as pets in their life. They explained that why should love them and have them as friends and pets. The cats and dogs are domestic animals, like cows, buffaloes, horses and donkeys. Humans have separated them from their wild life origin thousands of years ago. Now they cannot survive without human help. So we cannot leave them on their own. If we do they will be starving and ill. There is also a danger that their illness can make us ill. So it is our duty to take care of them. If we cannot, or if they become too old or ill than we should kill them.

They also told the children to adopt a dog in their street. Then they will all have a friend and the dogs will be well fed and healthy. Of course if they are too ill we may have to treat them or kill them.

Then some children told they already have a dog and it is great to have a dog. Then Eva talked about her dog and suggested that every member of Makkala Mane should have a dog. Everybody agreed. Some were afraid of dogs but others told them once you have your dog you won’t be afraid. Nora said that she will arrange with Dr. Barpute, a dog doctor to have all the dogs examined and made safe.

My Kinwat Report

2011-06-11T18:20:00.000+05:30

I came to Kinwat in August 2009. Kinwat is a Taluk town of Nanded district in the Marathwada region of Maharashtra. At Nanded town my parents stay. I wanted to be away from my parents but not too far. My mains aims in my life at that time were:
1. To work for communal harmony
2. To work in the area of alternative energy, and
3. To work in organic farming.
I discussed this with my friend Viju and we decided on the following plan:
1. To move to a taluk town in Nanded district
2. To live in a Muslim locality and work with children
3. To use solar cooker and other alternative fuel chulhas and market them,
4. To do some vegetable gardening in the courtyard of the house I live.
I must mention here that since I am an albino, I cannot work for long hours in the sun. It was one of the factors why we chose a city and not an organic farm in rural areas.
This report covers my stay at Kinwat for nearly two years. At the beginning I must say, looking back, I have got far more success in my plans than I could have visualized. Almost in every field I touched I got some success.
Stay in a Muslim locality
Since my house owner and my room partner both were Muslim, I got a good access in the community. I participated in various functions. In marriages and post marriage functions eating with them (including beef) made a good bond. Various activities with children in muhalla wiped away all misconceptions about the community.
I also went abroad to Palestine via Pakistan, Iran, Turkey and Egypt. This trip was called Asia to Gaza and was organized by several groups from Indonesia and India. I was fortunate to be included in it. It was my first foreign trip and it made a big impression on me and I learnt a lot of things. I should write a long article about it but here I will mention only one incident. We visited Tehran University and the hosts explained our mission to the students. Later in an informal chat with one student I asked him who his role model was. He promptly replied, ’You!’ I was absolutely bowled over.
This widened my world view and gave me enormous confidence. It also exposed me to world politics, taught me about Islamophobia and it helped me to understand the stand point of strengthening the marginalized people socially and economically. If somebody had told me two years ago that I have a Hindu upper caste mentality I would not have understood. Today I know what it means. The trip to Palestine increased my prestige among the Muslim community and they regarded me as a very good friend. It also gave me a wide acceptance in the town.
Alternate energy
Using solar cooker, charcoal stove for cooking and using a bicycle played an important role in making an image. They gave a good earning too. Developing a cycle mixer/grinder was an achievement. It showed that ideas are worth practicable. We got an order to supply 119 charcoal cookers. This year we are getting an order to supply 400 cookers. While we are making some profits, the more important fact is that we are creating a demand and market for eco friendly products. The products are reaching villages around Kinwat town where there is real need.
Rain water harvesting
In this field we got an enormous response. We made rainwater harvest structure in 9 houses. We developed the entire technique ourselves by reading books and the internet. This gave us a lot of confidence. Since we got a good earning, all the friends got confidence that the ‘green’ jobs are possible. This year we are offered a contract to build some 60 structures for the agriculture department.
Kitchen garden
The idea of kitchen garden combines availability of fresh organic vegetables, urban waste management by composting the biodegradable waste. It took very long and much efforts to get a piece of household plot which is not in use for developing urban vegetable garden. But finally I got a very good one. Neighbors are helping in cleaning and fencing and we will get good start in this monsoon. This cooperation is also helping to rebuild the community through joint efforts. Meanwhile collection and circulation of local seeds of vegetables in small packets got good response in last year.
Interaction with a wide variety of communities and classes in the town
Due to my various activities and the trip to Gaza I earned the affection from a good number of people in almost every community of the town. I think this was the biggest achievement in the last two years.
My personal growth
Today all my caste/religious baggage is off. I can interact with members of any community on an equal basis. I am much more confidant in everything I do it now.
P. S.
Recently a kitten has adopted me and is teaching me how to rebuild communities by visiting the neighbours unannounced.

2011-01-22T22:56:00.004+05:30

On 2^nd Dec. 10 we “The 1^st Asian Caravan for Ldiberation Of Palestine and to end the siege on Gaza” stared from Rajghat - Delhi

Covering Pakistan – India-Iran-turkey-Syria-Lebanon-Egypt

We reached Gaza on 3^rd .

By our entrance and 12 heavy truck loads attempted successfully to broke the siege on gaza.

All the journey was wonderful, opened up lots of windows of life. The political exposure was incredible

Here I m shearing two unforgettable moments of the journey

1 we are in the Parliament of Iran – a meeting after president Ahmedanizad .

2 we are in the shadow of attacks from worlds Imperialists and Zionist regime d at GAAZA and …

asia to gaza

2011-01-22T22:23:00.000+05:30

The list of our date wise halts

2^nd Dec. we stared from rajghat & reached at Chandigarh (2am of third)

3^rd Sajjiwadi (near Amratsar)

4^th Malerkotala

5^th Lahore

6^th Lahore to Delhi – bus

7^th Delhi

8^th Zaidan

9^th Kerman

10^th Ifatahan

11^th Qom (1am of 12^th)

12^th Tehran

13^th Tehran

14^th & 15^thTebris

16^th Bajargan

17^th Wan Cith (turkey)

18^th Diyabakir

19^th Gazian Tep

20^th Damascus (Syria )

21 – 24^th Damascus

25^th dec – 1^st jan Lattikiya

2^nd jan 2011 - Damascus – Al Arish –

3^rd Gaza

4^th & 5^th Gaza

6^th Rafa – Cairo (journey)

7^th Cairo – Delhi (flight)

8^th Back at Delhi

2011-01-16T01:40:00.000+05:30

press realize after caravan http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Caravan-back-impressed-with-Gazans/articleshow/7256872.cms

NEW DELHI: The first Asian caravan that went to Gaza with aid is back with stories of how the members were inspired by people living there. The people of Gaza taught them to live each day like it's their last and not fear anything in life. The caravan, which included 120 people from 17 countries, also had an eight-month-old baby on board along with a 70-year-old. In face of heavy odds and the dangers along the route, the group managed to reach Gaza, keeping Gandhi's ideals close to their heart.

Many of the people, who took part in the trip, had to even collect money for passports before they could embark on this journey. "We started out on December 2 from Rajghat and were in Gaza for four to five days. We distributed books on Gandhi to the people there hoping to spread the message of non-violence. We have learnt a lot from the people of Gaza who live with much more freedom than seen in any other part of the world," says Feroze Mithiborwala, the person behind this Asian caravan. They caravan returned to Delhi on January 7.

On the way to Gaza, the caravan traversed through Iran, Syria, Turkey, among other countries. "All our boarding and lodging was taken care of in all these countries. Many of the people who were part of the caravan had never boarded a flight before. This journey was life-altering for all of us," Mithiborwala adds.

The group included people from various walks of life, of different age groups and religious beliefs. "This journey has given me a new perspective. This journey was not about people about a particular faith but it saw the coming together of people on a humanitarian issue," says Biraj Patnaik, who was part of the caravan.

Aslam Khan of the All India Students Association recalls his experience of being cooped inside the ship, which was not allowed to cross over from Al-Arish in Egypt to Gaza, for four day

2011-01-12T00:59:00.000+05:30

Back at home after 43 days.
1st Asian caravan for Gaza was significant in many sense.
there'll be 'hang over'!!! which everybody will se

2011-01-06T01:09:00.000+05:30

Gaza beyond words

2010-12-24T21:43:00.000+05:30

syria

2010-12-20T03:23:00.000+05:30

the last stay in Turkey,- Gaziantep
Moving Syria marrow
Its wonderful
lots of happening
dicussion songs, travel, exploring cities, new friends
life is great

2010-12-15T12:48:00.000+05:30

it's tebris - Bordering town of Iran
moving to turky
warm welocome in Tehran, Pricedent came, We wewre sitting in ith MP's chare in the Parlament.
people pay a great respect to the revolutioners.
very sentimental.
feel responsible

2010-12-15T12:43:00.000+05:30

2010-12-07T12:55:00.000+05:30

we spent just 18 hours in LAHORE, but they were Amazing
anybody Who will visit Pakistan will have a very different outlook for the World

2010-11-29T16:33:00.000+05:30

Happy to announce my participation in a peace convey to Gaza. You might be aware of the Israel – Palestine conflict going on from years, And enormous efforts to resolve the issue. New Trade Union Initiatives – NTUI is organizing one

2010-08-20T23:01:00.001+05:30

regaining paradise `
towards a fossil fuel free society
http://www.esnips.com/doc/949eefce-e151-4c38-9519-3ae8c0153e6a/Regaining-Paradise

2010-08-15T20:26:00.001+05:30

Floods in Pakistan
I personally want to be there and help in whatever way I can. Can’t we forget our past, at least for some time period and help each other in natural calamities?

2010-07-26T17:11:00.000+05:30

A two day workshop for creating new ‘media’ concluded at Kinwat, which was jointly organized by Abhivyakti Media for Development Nasik and Vikalp Vineemay Mandal

2010-07-26T17:05:00.000+05:30

Inauguration of the Vikalp media resource center (MRC) at Kinwat, after ‘Pustak Dindi’(rally carrying books)
aiming to be a center for ‘Bharud’ – a folk singing art, and documentary films.
Also the Vikalpa Vineemay Mandal would love to be a resource center of techniques of renewable energy.

2010-06-24T20:32:00.003+05:30

ome more domestic rain water harvestment

2010-06-24T20:28:00.001+05:30

Celebrated the ‘environment day’ by taking the bicycle mixer/grinder taking to them and asking them to use it and consume less electricity and maintain their health.

Happy to announce the first break

2010-06-24T20:15:00.000+05:30

As the initiative got a good response , work increased so much that I need to take a break.

The rain water harvestmen got a very nice response. And now the mansion arrived people are ready to give a chance for planting a tree in their house compounds.

2010-06-23T13:52:00.003+05:30

As a first step for kitchen garden a collecti9on of seeds is must. A catalogue is ready of 14 different seeds, and trying for local seeds.

2010-06-17T18:46:00.000+05:30

the rain water harvesmen done by us at kinwat

2010-06-17T18:18:00.001+05:30

Towards a fossil fuel free Kinwat th paddile mixer/grinder is ready

my folding bicycle

2010-04-05T01:11:00.001+05:30

2010-04-04T23:40:00.002+05:30

Hujur Saheb - Nanded. the last place of thr last mortal guru of Sikhs- Guru Govind singh.

2010-02-28T19:43:00.003+05:30

three types at the same time

holi- the festival of colours and its reflection in the nature at the same time

2010-01-08T23:34:00.001+05:30

Community clashes especially Hindu- Muslim are more product of urbanization. If we will be able to retain villages the issue is half solved. I m writing this on my experiences at Kinwat.

The place I stay is surrounded by Dilits and Muslmis. Here everybody have a good friend from other community. And in this world there is no knowledge of Babri and Ayodhya.

Small (town) is Beautiful.

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Vinayak Vijaya Vijay
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Omkar Nivas,
26, Yashvant Nagar,
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Maharastra – 431602,
India
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The pain of not having pain.

2009-12-22T14:06:00.002+05:30

If my stomach would have half filled, I think I may have worked hard.

I am from a very well-off family, don't have that pain.

AS INITIATIVES FOR A FOSSIL FUEL SOCIETY

1.Urban farming, solid waste management, community composting, nurseries.

2.Energy, solar, improved cook stoves, improved cooking pots. Non edible oil lamps. ( Organic farming.)

Are thing I want to do but since I m getting very less response, rather than working hard I m becoming lethargic.

I need something paining…?

gOOD nEWS fIRST

2009-12-22T14:00:00.002+05:30

Project Kinwat was started basically to gain confidence. For which a few activities were choused.. after starting, running it nicely, here I am concluding my first activity – Balkatta.

Balkatta was an effort to create a space for teenagers. Introduce and sharpen various skills among them. Facilitating in games and sports, try for actual 'education'.

In last three months, it established and flourished well. Now When I realized that it require one person almost for full time and I have a few more things to do I decided to conclude it.

The happiest moment was the day on which first we enlisted five things for the day and together we finished doing them.

Concluding remark

If you have a bit more than average understanding of child psyche, patients and time, you can definitely run a center for children. (now these are words of experience)

2009-12-04T19:30:00.003+05:30

Today a very funny thing happened.

My neighbor came with a complained to me. He said, "every evening I maintain my account book". And in single stretch he said, "on one side my children are not listening to me to decries the volume of TV and on another side these children (who gather at my place ) are making nose. I am getting disturb. So control your kids.

I just smiled.
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not on self achievement

2009-11-10T15:43:00.002+05:30

this is a short not just to mark in diary that
the effort at Kinwat got so nice colours that were never thought of.
Basically Balkatta and bulding community relations are exclently done.

lots of equations in life are changing
...stealing can absolutly wrong?
liberty dosent always reasult in miaa use.
there are no classes now
No ours ans No theirs

2009-10-28T00:03:00.001+05:30

Vikalp Vinimay Mandal

that is what i named my experiments At Kinwat towards fossil fuel free society

2009-10-06T21:17:00.001+05:30

today i have started learning Urdu

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One more experiment

2009-09-23T11:53:00.001+05:30

As a small step or as a rural initiative towards fossil fuel free society I have started working in Kinwat. It’s a block in Nanded district about 145km from district headquarter.

Efforts for being self-reliance in food and energy and developing creativity, sience concepts, running library and playhome are my projects beside writing and learning Urdu.

I got lots good/cooperative/charmibg friends over here. With them I hope for a great time ahead.

2009-09-21T22:01:00.003+05:30

Id Mubarak
today i started 'Balkatta' a place for children to study, learn new thigs, have fun , play games and...
my first activity in Kiwat
got a very good start

life is

2009-08-02T00:41:00.000+05:30

Life is struggle
Life is nothing but adjustment
And it is a drama.What we have to do is acting of struggling for lesser adjustment.

2009-07-30T00:39:00.000+05:30

A new beginning
With a mouthorgan
Which I hope will bring music in my life.

2009-07-25T00:51:00.000+05:30

From the ages the phenomena of eclipse and the people are same.
Previously it was a sad, unholy/unfavorable and star-crossed occurrence.
And today…
It is a pleasant, wait-able, curious and enjoying event.
What exactly changed?
Only the attitude towards it.
And why?
Because we know the truth.So knowing truth about life can drastically change our life.

2009-07-20T01:11:00.000+05:30

We always want to be happy.
Our mind search for the activities out which, we could get happiness.
We are afraid of god, other people and what not, to carry out those activities.
Very few times those activities are unethical. But just because of fear we kill our wishes.
There is not a single thing on which worldly people will not comment or criticize. But still we are afraid. And at the same time other people are also wrong in some or other way. So why should we worry.
Listening to our own ;Man; and living life Bindhast is what I call a pro-life attitude.
Life = joy / liveliness / cheer / creativity / innovation / thrill and …(fill your definitions)
Negating all this in the name of god, morals, manners, civilization, culture, is anti-life attitude. Which is taken by only hypocrites and always be condemned.

2009-07-20T01:09:00.000+05:30

Good people to do good things, doesn’t require god.
bad people to do bad things, doesn’t require god.
But, Good people to do bad things require god.

2009-07-15T01:32:00.002+05:30

finally i got one of my most fevorite song online
Sunne Wale Sun

2009-07-13T00:11:00.000+05:30

Chapter on Champ
…
In past, our relations were as always fighting/quarreling brothers. Bit by bit they changed to close friends. I used to share all my world views/ experiences to my only one all time room partner and he use to absorb it as a sponge.
When he got exposure to modern/commercial world he took an U turn in his life and changed radically to a confidant, charming adventurous and bindhast young man So once whom I used to call ‘Maou’ meaning soft/downy/mild, here I am renaming him as ’Champ’.
He thinks that I guided him, but it’s not like that. I just shared what was with me.
Definitely in few joint projects I played a bit vital role but on the whole I learned a very important thing ki, given a person ‘x’ with just a quality of openmindness can be molded. So they were equitably important.
Recently we concluded a very important project of learning bicycle and now here I am glad to fade out my role in his life.

Learning new things, analyzing/solving our own problems will never end, but I am very glad to see the self-learning, goal fixing and achieving ability in him. The important pro-life attitude has already taking a shape.
so
Hey my champ…take wing
Fly…
The sky is yours
And
If you think Nothing can stop you!!!

2009-06-15T01:57:00.001+05:30

Basically what ‘we’ are today is what society has given us yesterday.
We hardly have something of our own original. In every matter we accept a opinion of ones or others, and even if we hold a slightly different opinion, we find ourselves lonely and say life is hard, but I think
The joy of life is in efforts that we do for ‘living’

2009-06-03T00:13:00.000+05:30

I gave my left hand to my love for few days.
Actually it got plaster when it hit on a pole when I was in running train.

2009-05-23T00:49:00.001+05:30

'prayer' that had been the cause for much headache and yet some wonderful creative challenge :
"I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.
If not, it can't be helped."imagine a relationship where one swears by this, and the other doesn't understand what the fuss is all about! :

(

2009-04-26T23:00:00.000+05:30

one of my friend organized a summer camp for teenagers. I m chief organizer but it is great to be child like with them.
It is next clearly generation. Children from villages are amazing in many ways.

Great fun…

2009-04-08T22:26:00.000+05:30

i m likeing new songs these days.
becomming mod?

2009-04-03T19:07:00.001+05:30

The Days In Manipur

th February
My road was along side of The Jafu peak – a heist point in Nagaland, I was all the observing that marvelous mountain. In winter the tips are covered with ice here. Just after 7km ride I entered in Manipur it was ‘Mao’ village colony of Mao Naga.
It was Makhan, my first halt in Manipur. Except state not much things were changed. Village chairmen just ran towards me when I just stoped there. He was very learned person and here he got a person from outside to talk a lot with him. They were treating me as if I am a officer. Though it was dark we went to see mushroom cultivation. Three types of trunks are available here which grew mushrooms just by providing moist atmosphere. Everywhere Food arrangement is done by nature, great.

21st and 22nd February
After a short ride I happened to view a crowed marching on the way. It was starting of my journey and was rushing to cross it and move further but I stood still for a moment and joined them. A ‘athiti’ was warmly welcomed in marriage ceremony. There was group with beautiful traditional dressing and ornament. They have lots of beautiful things on there nody made out of bird feathers, which are naturally colorful. I searched a lot for the musical instrument in that crowed and remain surprised when I found none. They were making a lovely sound by their mouth which was unimaginable. After marriage the coupe enters in a new house, so it was a house opening ceremony too, I participated in that. Lorance was giving details of the new things and customs. All types of meet was cooked for treat. I was glad to be a part of an unexpected thing – the traditional marriage.

At Karong I was directed to Vaiw = king of that Puimai Nagas. He was a bindhast person. Because of his request I stayed at Karong for two days. The place where I was staying few Bangoli, muslim workers two Meetai officers (Manipuri) my host king of Puimui Naga and I was a composite group was there, because of which I denied the offer to stay in a luxurious guest house constructed by British in 1889. I visited it next day was beautiful architectural structure and was residence of British officer.
Visit to meeting point of Barkh and Senapati rivers. Fishing in the river and visit to sericulture unit with Subash I enjoyed.
Songs dance and chat till late in night with that composite group was specialty of Karong. They taught me a Manipuri/Meetai song
Hing mi nashi aykhoy
Malen lekoi seda.
meaning ‘let’s leave together’, Which I sung on my way thereafter and entered in the hearts of Manipuris.

23rd February
Riding down the bicycle, And just rideing. Kanglatumbi is a village where almost all people are gorkhas/ Nepalis. To understand our world and explore, enjoy diversity this halt was great. People from a long distance had mixed up here in the regional color and still alive with their own cultural things. There they called me gust of the village and Teena and Bunga literally made it true. At night and next morning they took me to almost twenty different houses and there I ate lots of things.

24th
Now the way to Imphal is almost plain. Imphal is a city on plain and on every side it has hills surrounded. When we travel towards it we see plain rice farms and then high hills on either sides of us.
When I reached in Imphal I directly went to meet Miss. Sharmila. I was very happy to know that everybody knew about her and was directing me on the road. Sharmila is a young leady on hunger strike from last nine years(since 2000) in opposition to Armed Force Special Power Act or AFPSA imposed by central government.. She was in judicial custody in JN hospital under the charge of committing suicide. I didn’t plan much and not involve myself in many formalities so I directly went in the ladies security ward and met her. It was a impossible thing otherwise, she was also surprised. I just feel proud to meet her, she shared her story, we talked about inhuman effects AFPSA, the human right’s violation in Manipur. She showed nuber of written works, literature and gifted me her poem’s book.
From last three days there was total curfew imposed in Imphal after the violent agitation against killing of SDM and two of his collogues. yeste day and today there was release from 6am to 5pm. It was almost five so I approached to police station the office in charge arranged for my stay. I was having few contacts but because of curfew I was not able to contact them. I thought I will do it tomorrow. This was my first night in my life in ‘such’ tense situation.

25th
I contacted Vasant sing and Rosan Premi who are active members of National Youth Project. Vasanta is NE co-coordinator of Rastrya Yuva Sangathan. It was great to talk with him. We went to few tourist spots in the city too. My host’s Roshan’s Brother was killed by militants 13 year ago. He shared the story with me. I come to know the uncertain life in Imphal and almost everybody wish for Independent Manipur.

26th
I started my journey towards Moreh – the last town of India bordering with Myanmar. It was NH 39 again. But no NH effect was observed. Pukhari culture was seen. But the yellow farms I have seen of muster I often remember.
After 48 Km it was Pallel a bit after that Mr. ksen asked me not to go further and put up with him in his house. It was not that dark but I accepted his invitation. Both of his sons were gitar player Momo was football player and was recognized by sports authority of India (SAI). His daughter-in –law was Khasi from Meghalya. I refreshed my memories with her. This was Thamlapokpi and her Langkan Nagas are there. Music, sport talk, talk of the region and the world, a single night was small for us. Mr. Ksen’s grand son Ovhen of seven years was good at Khasi, Langkun, Hindi and English delighted me a lot.

27th
49 is the record number of kilometers that I traveled in hilly region. On plains it is nothing but then I was tired today. Roads were lonely but beautiful scenic.
Mr. Pachu the headmen of the Khudagthapi were hosting me. He expressed his love by serving nice food. His son was in Assam Rifles and was on holydays. This was my first and only halt with Kuki family. (Kuki is a one of the major community of the Manipur).

28th February.
This turned out ‘the historic day’ in my life.
I crossed 13 km and was at Moreh. I faced a three hour long interrogation of police, finally they asked me to return back just from there. I didn’t fallow them and went through the Market place of two nations. When I went to Immigration office, they didn’t found any thing rong with me and gave me the one day pass to enter in Myanmar.
First time in my life I crossed yhe international border and that too with bicycle.
Myanmar - clean, well arranged, one hour ahed of India, right hand drawn, with people well electronically equipped but slightly dissatisfied with the military rule. I just got a glimpse.
Tamhu was the town I first visited. It has a big international market with cheep electronic things. Lots of Monasteries are here I visited one and one Buddhist ‘Bakhoda’ too.
I returned back to India. (The pass was for one day i.e. 8am. To 5pm.) One businessmen from Rajasthan asked me to join him at his place. Here lots of outsiders are there; basically they were for business here. Since it is at border it is a kind of Adda for traders.

1-3rd Mar.
Since it was same hilly road for going back, I decided to go back putting my bicycle in a vehicle. but how it was possible to found a comfortable vehicle, while going away from this market place every vehicle was full with it optimum capacity, so I approached Assam Rifles. They agreed to support me but the convey was scheduled to move on 4th so they asked me to stay with them. They provided me VVIP guest house and facilated number of thing with Army fashion.
In these three days I made three trips to Myanmar. Explored the surrounding area of tamhu, talked and made lots of friends. Tried to understand their festivals, customs, calendar, about their country and their opinion regarding n number of things. After returning in India I had long discussion with army peoples. Assam rifels is one where you will find a person from almost every state of India, the say. I really love this kind of community. So I had a fantastic time there.

4th march
With five different vehicles our convey left Moreh. When we reached Imphal transit camp it was almost dark I went to Roshan’s home

5th – `8th mar.
My plan was to leave Imphal on 5th but just because Roshan insisted I stayed there so long. I had a worth time there.
We visited State Mesum, the kangla – ancient capital of Manipur. Loktak Lake(40Km). KabulBamjo - worlds only floating National park. INA (Indian National Army (SubhashChandra Bose’s)) measum. Morang – the place where Independent India’s flag was firstly hosted after defeating britishers in 1944.
II World War crematory.
We also interacted with lots of friends and learned persons. HemantSingh – precdent of journilist’s union, prof. Gangumai. Jayantya student’s leader and several others.
9th march
It was NH 53, the way to Silchar. I was eager to reach the destination so didn’t talked much. Rested at Avangkhul with Rungmai Nagas.

10th
I cycled or a distance but was tired of hilly and dusty road. I kept my bicycle on the top of a bus and sat there. It was great through those hilly big mountains. Sitting in the bus and on the bus is totally different things, I realized.
One friend gave me a contact of a person at Lakhipur – just near the border of Manipur. I got down At Jiribam the bordering town of Manipur and Assam and walked 2 Km for Lakhipur. Child Welfare Ashram’s (CWA) founder director Mr. Ibotonsingh came later his son joy Chandra was talking with me. When Iboton came he gave me a hug and we talked as if we were old friends.

10-13
The meeting turned into five day halt because of the lovely memberers of the family and of locality. It was event and festival time. I participated in Youth Development Camp and two day Health Mela organized by CWA. Spring Meet a four day sports and cultural event organized by Meerai Club, Lakhipur. And Thabalchombi – group dance at night exclusively for unmarried young girls and boys. All these events were because it was holi time. I was glad to experience that the celebration of holi was taking position of ‘spring meet’ in Manipur. Where every morning and eveninig lots of games and sport compotetions are organized for every age groups boys and girls. Participation in Thabalchombi delighted me. the tr additional way of interaction of young boys and girls freely is notable.
All the way joy was with me and Iboton’s young daughter vidyalaxmi was with great energy participating in almost every game. I used to call her ‘second son’ (of Iboton).
With these I earned lots of friends here.

14th
It was really tuff to leave my second home or ‘my home in Manipur’. Vidyalaxmi and Rajkumar joined me for 16 Kms. This was their longest travel ever on bicycle. Boys were really energetic.
Via Silchar Batarpur is 68 I cycled 30 rest of it I went by vehicle.
When I visited Tripura, Mizoram in 2007 by byicycle that time I was here at Batarpur. The old friends welcomed this jajabor the wanderer once again. We were glad to meet again. Last time I visited this place twice and stayed for five days, so many friends were there. I was attracted by the Barakh river and the green life along side of her with pukhari culture.
Not causally they have invited me to reside there I am seriously thinking about it but never know what will happen. Re visiting the same place…cant be described
Though I thought of it was not possible to leave Batarpur early. I spent three nights there. And on !7th I got into a train to Guwahati and gence concluded my bicycle tour.

A Few Things About Manipur
It’s the land of Green mountains and plain farms with very fertile soil.
Meetai, Naga, and kuki are the major couunities with few outsiders.
UNLF/ MPA United National Liberation Front / Manipur Peoples Army. KNA Kuki National Army, PREPAK Peoples’ revolutionary Party ok Kangleipak, KIA Kachin Independent Army NSCN IM and several others are the groups fighting for Independence in the region.
People are fed up with the violent and tense atmosphere.
Meetai / Manipuri has a great historical and cultural baground and language is very rich.

2009-03-31T18:31:00.001+05:30

Back at home
rest
no rice Ghee and Roties
...

2009-03-24T15:48:00.000+05:30

Post About Nagaland

3rd February
Soon I passed Sonari and then there were huge tea plantation I have seen, its very romantic over here.
Namtala – the check post – I crossed and here I m in Nagaland. If you want to know how much destruction we are doing every day? How much natural resources are going out of such states like Nagaland? Then you can just visit this place. A lot of huge wooden trunks pass every day and great number of it is lying here. There are hundreds of stone crushers. In last cycle tour when I entered in Tripura and Mizoram it was same picture. I am always anguish while passing such place. I left the plane with Assam and as I reached closer, blue mountains turned to green. On the way a pastor asked me join him on way back and not to go further because there was no human habitat in next 20km according to him. First he welcomed me to Nagaland and I had a small but nice interaction with him but carried my journey. I was very enthu and was felling very energetic being in the mountain. By the time I reached Tuimei a small village it was very dark. After a group check up of my belonging they welcomed me. I was staying with Chincwang, he was a good singer at church. After diner I joined him at church where he was learning new songs. I had a good chat with different friends gathered at ‘my’ place. That day with very tough arrangement I had very good sleep. My host was victim of army harassment done because of such assistance he provided to a stranger still he and I both were glad to meet each other.

4th February
Chincwang asked me to drop in on my way back and I left taking warm wishes from my friends. The road was up and down, green, windy and with lot of curves giving beautiful mountain’s view. All the way I explored Nagaland by such roads. District commissioner arranged a room in guest house for me, from there a beautiful view of Mon town u could see. On three small mountains the town is spread with valleys on both sides East and West and then with big mountains spread still horizon. all the way in town two young girls accompanied me with lot of talk and refreshments.

5th feb.
I did some official work, extended my ILP, Interacted with people. I remember the point on the road where roads from a Church, Mosque and temple meet. At Tuimui and here also there was not a single bicycle in the village so I got a great response.
‘Riding down the bicycle’ do you remember the poem we learned in schools? Its great.
At Tanhai since there were GREF (road makers) officers staying in the camp, I stayed with them. Where ever there is such availably people don’t prefert to take responsibility of strangers.

6th feb.
Near Wakching I kept my bicycle at road side and joined Aching on his bike. We went to his village. He feed me deer’s meat which I had first time in my life.
His house was a perfect Naga House. Stove at the center, shelves are hanging over it where they dry n number of things, raised gallery where green broms were kept for drying in the sun, this structure made out of bamboo and mud I wish I could have it. We came back from Shiyong village on the main road. I picked up my bicycle and Zu Zu Zu.
Enjoying up and down way, I was going deep in Nagaland because of the curved roads I just felt as an ant entering in a rose through petals. But the real exploration started when I chose an interior path from zero miles. I would have traveled more than 20kms, but I didn’t found any colony. It was too late in night my loving friend moon was very bright. Thick green forest, breezy wind, lots of springs and kal-kal of river – just imagine.
At first when the paddle of my bicycle broke I was rushing towards a habitat, trying hard with that bicycle but then I realized the beauty in surrounding. I was not at all frightened and was thinking ki this road must not end. But finally I rested. It was a small temporary structure made by coal workers Deepak, Krishna and Ustad, with nobody in surrounding. But you will not believe I had nice food and talk. After putting all my dresses on the body I rested on that bamboo structure with deep satisfaction of repairing of my bicycle. Unexpectedly Ustad -the truck driver- joined the paddle to the bicycle It was mid night and there was no electric connection too. For one moment I thought ki I am in a dream.

7th feb.
In dawn my companion went on coal field leaving me in that structure. I said bye and rested for some time and then I too started my journey very early. I halted at Tamlu In afternoon only with Ang or Wang – the village’s king (Every Konayak Naga’s village has a king). Here I saw two skulls with horns of wild beefalos were hanging in his hose. He gave me extremely lovely treatment and asked to stay for one more day, since the next day was Sunday and here Sunday is total Bandh.

8th feb
After 13 kms ride from Morangkhum I was on NH 61. In four hours four vehicles passed, this I called Sunday Effect. In this Mokokchuing district Ao Naga resides.
Sasi was standing on the road just as he was waiting for me. The first sentence he said “Its becoming dark now you please stay with me. He was a owner of a pineapple and banana farm. In the Night he enlightened me on one thing.
Dogs in other parts of India though with lot of love but always treated as ‘dogs’. “We treat them as a family member” he said. I was observing that. His two kids of less than 10 year old were playing with eight dogs as playing with brothers and in several other way Sasi’s statement was true. Naga are several other things known as dog eaters. Sasi also likes dog’s meat. So he will kill his dogs or sell them for eating. But isn’t it great that whole of the life a dog will be treated as a part of the family?

9th feb
At Chingmungyang I had long chat with de-addiction center’s activist. To conquer strong Naga people opium was propagated here by ‘civilized’ Britishers.
Its Nagaland Gandhi Ashram here.
I met with the founder Natwar Thikar in Guwahati at his camp office. He assisted me there by providing detail information about the Nagaland, guided and gave tips for my journey. It was the time now to explore his karmabhumi. I got a warm welcome at computer institute started by NGA. In Nagaland only two such institutes are there one at Kohima – the capital and other here in this town with excellent set up and facilities and courses because of the NGA’s effort only. Institute’s director Lanu took time in the evening for outing and I explored chi wonderful Chuchuyimlang. An incredible structure made out of bamboos called ‘Murung’ is for traditional dance of young boys and girls. Its beautiful design and weaving is just indescribable. There was a biggest dhol I ever seen with diameter of 4 ft and length of 25 ft. But beside all these the conversation with Mr. Subong a very learned person and founder secretary of friend’s high school and pastor’s wife marked the day. We discussed all the contemporary issues. I was delighted when I came to know and seen the village court. When I think of ‘Swaraj’, Swarj in judical system is crucial one. Here Naga People are autonomous in judicial system. Because the justice is done by ‘known’ persons and without any fee nobody feel unjust.
When we were back nice food was ready. Oman who was mentaing NGA served with food affectionately. Lanu once spend four year in Maharastra for hi engineering, we talked a lot about this and on several other things.

10th
In the morning I visited Friends high school. Talked with children, but it was tuff due to language but with teachers I had a long conversation tracing the importance of creativity and skill base in education. After a long gap I had roties with Oman in lunch and I left Chuchu.
Out of 28 km I traveled on that day aprox. 20 Km was hike. I was tired. Since it was districts headquarter Mokokchuing, a city, I went to Police Station to report my arrival as an intimation. They arranged some food and facility for staying so I put up with them.

11th feb
Yesterday I was towing my bicycle for 5 km due to a breakage in the handle so I welded it here. The welding was gift from Dhiraj and Biraj, before on friend Tongpang gifted me a small basket of woven bamboos made by him. I had delicious lunch with Lee who was once in Mumbai. He was 32 and a paralytic patient, which was a withdraw effect after leaving opium. He was frankly sharing his story. Just before leaving the city Emti a teacher felt ki I should stay with him to night, but I carried on after a talk. He insisted me to have momos but my stomach was full so he give it in a box with a wonderful chatni. He also loved traveling but due to family responsibilities was unable to go out. Once he did cycling between Agara and Delhi for several times. I invited him to my place. All these friends I got just because of my bicycle. They really admire cycling in hills.
I crossed Umar the second largest village of the state. It is magnificent when you see a colony on the top of the green mountain. Nagaland is the best place for such scenes.
I went 6 km off-road and reached Loghkhum. When I started on the way somebody phoned his friend Wati telling that a foreigner bicyclist is on the way. So Wati was on the way to receive me. He was not disappointed after knowing my nationality. With a joy he hosted and expressed love by providing nice food.

12th February
I twisted my way for Longkhum 1. To meet ‘the’ creative man of the region Dr. Ayam. I was glad to see the innovative he developed for farmers and wood cutters, carvers. Among his creative thing there was a stove of iron pipes, in which cooking vessels are kept on the pipes and water is heated in the pipes while cooing.
2 to observe the animist religion which is practiced here, but rather than stony god I didn’t found any thing.
Once this village was the headquarter of the rebellions so was totally burned by Indian army.
Yesterday I climbed those 6 kms in one and half hour while coming town it took only five minutes.
Before entering Wokha district we cross through a small portion of Zunheboto district where Sema Naga reside. Khekaito asked me to have tea with him in his house and our interaction resulted in the halt. It was Sastani Village near Vk town. While having round in that I met Mughato a wood and bamboo artisan. I was glad to visit his wonderful house. Some villagers make jagry here organically, good to hear that. Here I fond a handy loom in almost every house. And in one hose they showed me all the traditional dresses and ornaments used in festival time great. Today I had diner in a two feet tall stool like wooden plate carved out of a single wooden piece. Khekaito talked on lot if things still late in night. He was aware of problems of industrialized world and worried about the day by day loss of tradition skills and wisdom. He was interested in setting up a bio gas unit; I said I’ll provide few details regarding this when I’ll back at my home.

13th February
Didn’t know who but somebody removed the flowers given at friends high school and replaced with fresh one. Khekaito was gifting me something a water bottle or a trouser I just thanked him then he added some more flowers on my bicycle.
It was 13 km down till Doyang River. Twelve I enjoyed and when I was in full speed on a curve a applied a strong breaks. And… And I fall down. There was no injury but was a great twist in rear wheel’s rim. It was not possible to ride it since it was a foldable bicycle I folded and was waiting for a lift. I crossed that 106 Km in Omini and was in Kohima. It was dark outside and every shop was closed. I stayed in a lodge and was waiting for morning.

14th February
Surprisngly there was not a single bicycle and bicycle repairing shop in the state capital. I searched hard for it and finally after repairing a bit I started my journey towards Dimapur. The entire 64 Km down the hill. This slope I would have had crossed in 4-5 hours it took two days for me. After 29 km I halted at Piphema in the residence of a hotel owner. When I was involved in farming in Udupi in Karnataka we thought to plough with on animal, since we were not able to keep two animals. At that time I searched for the technique like anything that I got it here. The person I was staying with explained me how the ploughing is done by one (he)baffelo.

15th
Down the road I went to the only Agriculture College in state in search of bamboo seeds. All the way I was searching for them. Bamboo is a blessing for human being. I was envy to see so much bamboo in the region. Prof. D P Sharm was there from last 28. He is basically from UP. Together with Mrs. Sharm, Keka – a MSc student we had three hour long talk. The couple shared there experiences In Nagaland. “When we visit our native place we fell as we are outscored.” Mrs Sharma said. People are very cooperative loving and helpful, professor added on it. Please note this point basically who think Naga people are wild and un civilized. I spent totally seventeen days in Nagaland I was experiencing incredible love and hospitality. But I must tell you the troth also that I was also a bit scare to enter in Nagaland especially considering the militancy. All are lovely people here including militant personals.
With Keka and his class fellow Pelle I had a great stay in the luxurious guest house. Actually I spent most time in the hostel refreshing my memories of hostel life songs and masti bhari baten .

16th
Explored the farm of Agricultural college – SASRD. Keka showed me his tissue culture lab. A marine drive along side with Paglapar river in that green beautiful valley took me to Demapur. It is states economic capital. With every single facility this cosmopolitan place Dmapur can be called as ‘a mini metro’. I was cheered when with little information I successded in finding out address of one of my classmate Shailabh, with whom I was studying in Pune eight years ago.
His parents gave me warm welcome. Took my bicycle to repairing center he asked me to come next day.
A grand talk with a very learned professor (kshailabh’s father), North Indian home food, superb.

17th
Matar aur alu ke parathe aur halwa ma ne banaya. Bicycle was ready then again ma ke haat ka khana. I went to KVIC’s Dimapur unit and was not happy to see their work, but people were nice. They asked me to halt there so I landed at Jai Jagat Bhavan Demapur.

18th
We went to explore, all the time we were talking what could be done here as a village industry and they were shearing the problems they were facing. Because of big industry every body want a fine product in cheep rate and with less physical effort.
Dimapur was not in my plan since there was a twist in my cycle tyre I twisted my route. Bicycle twist was removed yesterday. I took a lift on the same road to reach back to kohima. It was dark and I was just standing in a lonely square, thinking where to go. Some young boys and girls approached me.
Are you a cycle tourist’
‘Yes’
‘You could join us to night’
I was surprised. In a city and that too densly millitionized Kohima I was not expecting this.
Mughato, Grace, Kali were from a villige and staying in Kohim for their higher studies taking a small house on rent. Kali tought me a Naga song. When youngsters gather Bakbak and fun has to happen, but apart from that we discussed how we can create some jobs rather than search for job. I injected an idea of starting a skill based learning center together in their own village when they will go back after finishing their studies.

19th February
I felt ki there shouldn’t such place when I was there at Second World War crematory. I visited Nagaland state measum too. Since I crossed a lot of part of the state I felt these measum do a very good job of destroying the sprit of the culture. A was good to talk with Mr. Meinglo activist of Nagaland peoples movement for human rights. He was trying to reconcile the National workers of Nagaland.
It was late in noon when I left the city. It looks marvelous from a distance the spreading of city on mountains.
It was NH 39. the way to Imphal, people don’t respond much to a stranger like me. This I call highway effect. When it was dark I was at Kikhoma village, I went to village head men. Abito told me about Angami Nags thir language is called as ‘Tenydi’ and is only literary language of the state. This was last halt in Nagaland.

Few things about Nagaland
Rice is the main food. Plenty of Kachu – yam so called as Naga potato. Almost zero oil preparation. Two main ingredients in vegetable or stoo one preserved bamboo shoots in some parts and boiled and semi-dried bean’s paste. Every day I had this food with some kind of meat.
Every day I was seeing 3-4 people with gun. They were regular citizens with lovely heart. They were carrying gun for hunting purpose.
16 or so are the major tribes I spent time with Konayaks, Aos, Semas, and Angamis. Every one has their own language and festival which they celebrate with great energy.
They are proud to say that nobody in history has conquered them and hence most people want to be free.
Its totally hilly so zoom cultivation is most but step farming is also there
Villages are far away of party politics. They have their autonomous Village Concil And a body to look after developmental work called Village Development Board.
Village Court is again a autonomous system Naga fallows.
Three groups are active FGH-NNC(fedral government of Nagaland – Naga National council), NSCN (National socialist council of Nagaland) K- Khublang and IM – Isac Muvah. And all three run a parallel government. Activists of these groups are often called as Freedom Fighters or National Workers.
Handy Handloom is common and alive.
People have lots of foreigner travelers but they say the found less Indians.
With green forest and bamboo plants it is Greenland.
With Blue Mountains and lots of springs it is Dreamland.
Always singing a song, misty, Nagaland

2009-03-23T10:50:00.000+05:30

AboutAssam

On 17th January By taking a warm reception from Nagaland House, the gifts, - a tourist guide for Nagaland some photographs – and ILP(Inner Land Permit to be in Nagaland from 29th January to 4th February ,) I left Guwahati.
To cross Bramahaputra I chose a different a path. Rather than crossing ‘her’ by bridge I towed my bicycle on her southern bank a nd put it on a boat, and here I entered in Assamies life. It was Kurua, a small village on northen bank of Bramahaputra and I was freezed seeing the beautiful life and nature over there. The way was little bit hilly and by the time it was too dark, I reached the village naming Mandakata.
This was my first halt. I was always welcomed and got friends anywhere I go. Sitting on a side of gozeous flowerished yellow Sarasoon farm Shiraj told me his life story. He was an orphan. We had a long chat but he felt sorry that he can’t take me to his house, since he was staying with other people. Every home is mine in my locality – he said, But I don’t have a home. He directed me to the Village headmen, but headmen’s brother was more enthusiastic to host me so I put up with him in his house. First they served me with Peetha, and then we went for a walk in the surrounding and had Peetha in two more houses. After diner with chat I ended up my day.

!8th January
In the morning I was introduced with that hich I named later as ‘Pukhari Culture’. Plain part of Assam has this typical lifestyle, rooms made of mud and bamboo surrounded with ‘Pukhari’(kitchen or small pond) on one side, areca nut, banana, Bamboo and several tress and a beautiful hip of animal feeder compounded with bamboo mesh. My host was introducing one after another, he was having a small different mud structure for storing paddy which they call ‘Bharal’.
With warm feeling after exchanging Greetings, I took their leave. Soon I was on NH 53. it was surrounded with Pukhari cultured houses on both sides. Since this kind of locality takes lot of space due to larger house area, I found lot of cyclists here. I had chat with few of them while riding and one of them Kesavram joined me for about 19 Km. he was an expert of weaving Muga silk. He trained other people and was going for repairing one of the looms of a small industry which he set up for a millionaire. I too joined him to the industry and first time saw Muga silk weaving. After traveling bit long on the way and into each others’ mind I asked him ‘why don’t you start a small industry on your own?’ the answer was most common ‘money’. As a treat to a guest he feed me a Samosa at Mangaldai. Then we had songs on the way and we departed.
I traveled few more kilometers with Kesavram in mind and reached Kolaigaon, sombady was waiting for me there.
Dithakanand Hazarika - circle officer kolaigaon met me at Saranya asram where I was staying in Gowhati. He was there for Behu celebration with his family. There he told me about the Hindu-Muslim communal riots that happened in his region in October 08 and asked me to visit his work place and relief camps of the victims in the region. It was a small but great interaction which decided the direction of my cycle journey.
I started with Peetha and slowly friends of Dida (Dithakanand dada) joined me one by one. Dida has really a great friend circle over here with people from different boxes of society. With introducing each other we talked on communal riots, militancy, insurgency all sensitive issues and ended in a musical night which is everlasting in my memory. Dida is a wonderful singer with all musical instruments at his house. Including his kids – rumba sumba – we were ten everyone with an instrument.
Ami Ek Jajabor…
Ganga Amar Ma Padma Amar Ma…
O Ganga Tum Behati ho kyun…
Every song has the strength to weten your eyes. I had diner with a new dish Matikalai. Since guesthouse was full with other officers I moved to ABSU It was pass twelve, silence everywhere.

19th – 22nd January
I spent a lot of time in and around Kolaigaon but I stayed with ABSU. ‘All Bodo Students Union was established in 1967’ Kolagaon Anchilik Precident started introducing ABSU. For wider acceptance of Bodo language, for rights and autonomy of Bodo people and in several other struggles ABSU is the one which has provided ‘fighters’ for all these. The place I was staying was office come hostel of Bodo students with mess, library and several other facilities. In this five day halt I had lot of chat on every single issue of WE young peoples’ interest. Before my departure they organized a small send-off program. Offered me an ‘Aranai’ – Bodo’s special Gamcha - and some gift. There I had formally given a comparatively long talk tracing 1 Developing our skills, 2 Moving in the direction of Self-reliant society or ‘SWARAJ’, 3 Preserving our cultural heritage and nature which is only possible through practice.
With different friends I visited three different villages around Kolaigaon, I participated in marriage ceremony of Assam’s family, addressed in three different function, including one which was specially organized for me in which 33 village’s headmen were present. There I made an appeal to maintain this ‘Pukhari culture’ with explaining that this is eco-friendly(since most houses are made out of bamboo, mud and roof with a long kind of grass), spacious, helps in self-dependent in vegetables, fruits and fish and made out of renewable material.
With having food in LohitDa’s ViplavDa’s and MohanDa’s home I developed family relations. ViplavDa has a bicycle shop; he did a long surgery of my bicycle.
It was really tuff to leave Kolaigaon, but finally I moved.

23rd January
By the time I reached Kuptimari it was too dark. Lot of people was gathered around the fire. In cold days this is normal picture but the huge crowed was showing some abnormality. It was densely populated relief camp of the victims of
communal riots. Before approaching them I was a bit hesitant and confused with a doubt that, will they accept me to stay over there? But I was shocked when they welcomed me with great concern, love and curiosity. There was no electricity in the camp from last many days. I had food in one of victim’s house who was staying in a small tin shade provided by government. Wooden bed and a thin sheet to cover - it was a tough arrangement for me but it was defiantly better than those who were slipping under the blue sky in that cold. Lying on that bed I was just imagining the life in my surrounding which was in dark.

24th
That temporary toilets, tuff water arrangements, all kitchens under the blue sky, I stood still watching and experiencing all this. Then with a young chap I went to the original colony where these people were residing from ages.
The partially burned but fully destroyed houses, same the furniture, ‘that’ pinching silence and finally that Youngman’s house. All this was started after 14th August last year but major clash was after 3rd October. Since then from last four months these people are living a life which they never thought of.
I was all the way asking myself and then others too ki why did all this happened?
Is there any answer?
In that day I listened to ‘their’ stories. I was sad but emotionally they were almost returned to normal life.
In the evening some policemen suspected me. They started interrogating me. Since I didn’t believe in papers or document I failed to prove my identity as Indian. Checking bag, lots of questions one after other every officer was suspecting me. It is true that lot of Bangladeshies are there but…
After three hour checkup with huge mob surrounding finally policemen pulled me in their jeep, almost crushed my cycle and took me to district headquarter Udalguri. I was just a suspect so they didn’t imprisoned me but the lodging and food facilities were like that only. I had a tough sleep with question in my mind that ‘with so much army personals and policemen with automatic bullets why they are scared of a lay person like me with whom they didn’t found any wrong belonging?’

25th
In the morning they were asked me to go. I didn’t tell them but I paddled back to the same place. But via a relief camp for Muslims. The earlier Kuptimari was for Hindus. Ranipukhari was for muslims. Together there were 43 such camps in the region. I visited two and was able to seek out the differences.
When I was back at the same Kuptimari, people were showing sympathy. Some of them were victims of police harassment and army’s over interrogation.
I had wonderful interactions. They invited me to become the citizen of their village and marry a Bodo girl.

26th
The Republic Day celebration was totally hijacked by RSS people here. Since riots happened they were the one who was ruling over this Hindu region. I was there in the function just to respect the villager’s request.
After the function I started my cycle journey. Since it was 26th January and lot of anti-elements were there, lot of army personals were appointed. So after sun set I approached to police officer in Rohata they took me 20 km far to Orang to provide me nice lodging facility.

Since it was 27th January
I was running out of time to reach Nagaland, so though I thought to travel all the by bicycle I spend all my day and night of 27th traveling in train. First to Majbhat and then to Rangapara finally reaching North Lakhimpur on
28th
Maitri Ashram is one of the six ashrams started by Vinoba Bhave. I explored handloom work here. And sheared the thoughts and experiences of Baidev who joined vinoba on his Bhudan padyatra and done twelve years padyatra differently too.
On 29th
I cooked a famous Marathi sweet dish Puranpoli today. I was resting at the same place.

30th January
I am on the way to Majuli – Tourist hot spot in Assam. Previously it was the biggest river island in the world with aprox. 1200 sq. Km, but due to soil erosion with aprox. 6-7 hundreds sq. Km it is second largest in the world now.
On the way people told me about the Sarasvati Pooja, It was going to be celebrated the next day they were busy in preparations. On the bank of Sabansari river in a small shed a baidev was weaving on local, portable handloom. I crossed the Sabansari river keeping my bicycle in a small boat, I was able to see half part of the road parallel to the river and half part was eaten by river. When I landed, it was heaven there. Raised houses with bamboo pillars, walls and flower totally made out of bamboos, grassy roof, handloom in front and a small boat under the house isn’t it wonderful? I was amazed by seeing that natural and self dependent life. I think this type of society is the most developed one which solves all the problems locally and leaving with harmony with nature. After a chat with one of these householder, I had that privilege to spend some time in the house and enjoy my mid-day meal that he served. I didn’t felt like to leave that lovely people and green and natural atmosphere.

All the way I was singing ‘Ami Ek Jajabor…(I am a gypsy) a famous song in the region. In the first stanza it is said that, I crossed the Mississippi and seen the river Volga starting from Lohit. When I arrived at Lohit, sun was setting in the west. The great thing was people had constructed a bridge out of Bamboos and they were only maintaining it by charging a small amount to user.
Because of all this when I crossed Lohit my eyes were wet. I spent few moments, I was in Majuli, and it was just like a dream land. It has attracted several people. On the way I visited two wonderful bamboo houses one constructed by a French architect and another by British.
I was at right time in Majuli. The famous Bhavana – a dramatic expression of mythological stories with music and dance – a ten day festival was just started. Majuli was work place of Shrimant ShankarDev a important sent of Assam. The stories which are enacteded in Bhavana are written by Shankardev. Very late in night after observing the Bhavana and all wonderful arrangement I moved to Satra.

31st January
‘Satra’ is an autonomous colony of 100 to 400 members, where a unmarried male can stay as long as he wants and earn on his own by skill based or agricultural means. I started my day with a round in the Satra.
Last night I was staying in Kamalabari Satra. It has it’s own guest house, shops. I had interactions with wood artisans and farmers. Some of them were having there own farm and some were working on others.
Majuli has 22 such kind of Satras. I visted the oldest one too, by paddling just 4Km. A hand fan is made in this Satra it was so decorative and finely made that it was costing Rs. 350.
Many Places they welcomed me for Sarasvati Pooja, I just joined at two places. Interacted with students, teachers and had Prasad with them.

Two and half hours on that motor boat for crossing that huge Bramahaputra compelled me to think ‘how little we are’.
In a small colony near Bahana I got wonderful young friends Utpal and Ujval, Palash, Lohit and other. When we –yuva- come together then what can be said. Utpal’s mother was bit orthodox; we were not able to communicate due to different languages. But I was surprised by the lovely treatment she gave to me. She feed me nicely arranged many things for me and finally while living she gifted me some embroidery work pieces done by her.

1st February
We had a big photo session then four Friends joined me on the way still Jorahat. Songs, chats it was great to ‘be five’.
Sweets and tea was served by way friends with a warm chat
After crossing Janzi town and river it was Amguri town. I stayed in a hotel and bought food for the first time after leaving Guwahati.

2nd February
On the way I got a nice friend Anand. He was handsome so was enacted as Krishna at several times. I named him ‘Krishnanand’ he too was on bicycle on the way to his sister’s house. After a little talk he found me credible to share his story. Due to a very close relation with a family he was on his own was ready to accept their fifteen year old daughter, who was recently raped. But there was strong opposition from krishanand’s family and he was in dwell ‘what to do?’ After asking few questions, I analyzed the situation according to me which he found wonderful. He took me to his sister’s house served with hot TailPeetha, joined long on the way and finally unwillingly left me with heavy heart. I too was glad to meet him.
On that day Sibsagar District was called for a ‘Bandh’ to protest a innocent killing by police, so no traffic on the road but lot of interrogation and checking by police personals.
Just opposite to Lakwa thermal power station I was staying with Premjeet’s family. He met me on the way and invited me to stay with him. I went to lot of friends houses with Prem and had lot of sweets. With Nepalese Muslims and Hindus it was friendly colony. Here I had very touchy interaction with on women coal worker. I thought she might be considering me a officer, so to remove the misunderstanding I asked her ‘What do you think who am I?’ she suddenly replied ‘my son’.
This was my last halt in Assam, since Nagaland border was just 17km far.

Still this point some observations I made about Assam
With ‘Pukhari culture’, bamboo and fertile land Assam is region which can attain Swaraj in a very small period if tried in that way.
If the roads made in that way and the space is provided with very little encouragement bicycle can be the vehicle of the state.
People are loving, has respect for Jajabor(a gypsy) and a bit scared of militant personals. They thing in beginning ULFA was doing good things.
For lot of people raising number of Bangladeshis is a thing to worry.
Bodland has got it’s territorial autonomy, but soon will be a different state of India.
Here I had lot of Peethas, learned 4 Assamies songs and got loving friends.

2009-03-20T16:40:00.001+05:30

2009-03-18T10:55:00.001+05:30

The Assam tribune
i m concluding my cycle journy here at Guwahati today

2009-03-18T10:51:00.002+05:30

The Mirror
first time in my life i crossed international border and that too on bicycle.
i have been to myanmar at Tamhu
it is wonderful there too

2009-03-18T10:31:00.001+05:30

The Sangai Express
20 days in Manipur
its burning, the cirfew was imposed in Imphal.
peole are lovely

2009-02-17T15:24:00.002+05:30

Nagaland Post

Demapur, i have wonderful time with the family of my classmet of fergussion here.
the exploration through Nagaland has just about to finish and it has enriched mr in many sence. perticularly questioning Nationality, fooed habbits.
in day or two i will b in Manipur. i was very well to addapt to Naga food and after a little repairing my bicycle is fine now

2009-02-09T15:38:00.001+05:30

last six days i spent in Nagaland has opened new simentions in my life.
here people r with so much diverities which show how 'Sankuchit' we are
the bamboo houses and green forest on blue mountain is alwayls singing
the song of love.
iti s the the land of Mystic mountains
every body is giving me treet and praying
i m just - lucky
--
Vinayak Vijaya Vijay
http://ekjajabor-vinayak.blogspot.com/
Omkar Nivas,
26, Yashvant Nagar,
NANDED,
Maharastra – 431602,
India
91-2462-253361

2009-02-01T19:38:00.002+05:30

this time i m having amazing experiences.
i have lots of very nice friends and so i have spent more than one day with meny of them.
majuli - the biggest river islande is un descriable.
in day or two i will b entering NAgaland.
my health is also fine.
when i crossed Bramahaputra by boat , which took one and half hour - i found i m very very small.

2009-01-13T12:07:00.002+05:30

The Binayak Express is jut Arrived At Goahati
towmarrow is 'Bhog Beehu', so i will have lot of food stuff to relish.
in a 2-3 days i will start my cycle jorney.
i will b covering Nprth assam, Manipur and Nagaland.
When i was in Kolkata i Hada awonderful time With Urbi, Bijit and urbijit's mother

2009-01-06T18:50:00.000+05:30

I have seen my self after six years.
When I was 22, I learned cycling.
Last 4 days I spent with my brother, helping him in cycling.
I realized that I m very fond of cycling and desperate to make my brother courageous and confidant.
I m missing ‘a elder brother’

2009-01-01T15:02:00.000+05:30

Happy Birtday Pradnya
my first bicyce is 6 year old
she accumpanied me in many of my journeys.

2008-12-31T16:09:00.001+05:30

I never understood this ‘wishing’ business. Sartre once said “emotions are substitute for actions”. But still I believe in positive vibration, so I was always on wishing, Wishing good luck, great time and Happy New Year too.

`I also believe in the thought that ‘every thing is ‘conscious’. So this year I m praying

Hey 2009

Give me the strength to stand for the things I believe in

And ask me to practice my philosophy.

Make me more patient and tolerant, so that I’ll feel everybody is mine and there will be no quarrels and terror.

Help me in giving up my extras and live more and more simply.

Give me the friends - as I always got – who’s hearts are tuned in harmony of the world.

Provide me the vision by which I’ll always perceive good in whatever happening and will stand against all disasters than collapsing.

Help me out to make understood, what I feel and think, so that there will be no crisis in relations.

And importantly

Take me to the worse of natural and inhuman situations – which will be my real space – where I could practice all the good that I thought of. I need to give these examinations.

Hey 2009

I believe in equality, peace, justice and enrichment. By the time you will pass away make this believe more strong.

Of me and my friends.

Good bye 2008

2008-12-26T21:31:00.002+05:30

I visited a wonderful place.

A Karmahumi of a Hrashi Deepak Suchde or ‘Baba’. It is near Harda in M.P.. He has practiced this Natueco Farming, developed by Dabholkar. He has got amazing results, I was just shaken.

Natueco farming follows the principles of eco-system. networking of nature in our farming system. It is different from organic or natural farming both in
philosophy and practice.It offers an alternative to the commercial, heavily chemicalised techniques of
farming. It emphasizes harvesting the sun through a critical application of scientific inquiries & experiments that are rooted in the neighborhood resources. It depends on developing a thorough
understanding of plant physiology, plant
geometry of growth, plant fertility and plant biochemistry. This is achieved by a process called `Demystification of Science'.

Natueco Science has demonstrated that
dissemination of relevant and often
sophisticated science can be achieved in the local idioms of the common man. This can be very effective in bringing about a `gray matter revolution'. With a new techniracy (=technical literacy) for the management of soil, water, and canopy of leaves, it promises record assured yields with minimal
external inputs and optimal harvesting of
sunlight.

The aim is to Provide Every Citizen Of India with

v All Sided Prosperity From Neighborhood Natural & Human Resources.

v With Equity Sharing And Full Sense Of Belonging.

v With Good, Healthy, Happy, Meaningful, Purposeful, Peaceful Life & Living.

For more information please contact
Dipak Suchade,
dipaksuchde@yahoo.co.in
Visit website http://www.prayogpariwar.net/

2008-12-16T22:15:00.008+05:30

there is the famous song by Paul Robeson

Ol' man river,

I heard the translation first 'ganga behti ho kyun'

Vistar hai apar, praza dono par, kare hahakar ni sabdth sada,
Oh ganga tum, oh ganga behti ho kyun?……………..

Naitikta nashth hui, manavta bharashth hui, nirlagg bhav se behti ho kyun?……..
Itihas ki pukar, kare hunkar, oh ganga ki dhar, nirbal jan ko, sabalsangrami, samagrogrami, banati nahi ho kyun?…………….

Oh ganga tum, oh ganga behti ho kyun?……………..

Anparjan, aksharheen, anginjan, khadyoviheen, neatravhiheen, dikshmon ho kyun?…….
Itihas ki pukar, kare hunkar, oh ganga ki dhar, nirbal jan ko, sabalsangrami, samagrogrami, banati nahi ho kyun?…………….

Oh ganga tum, ganga behti ho kyun?……………..

vayakti rahey, vayakshti nirvighn, sakalsamaj, vayakshtitva rahit, nishpran samaj, upbhoktina kyun?………..
Itihas ki pukar, kare hunkar, oh ganga ki dhar, nirbal jan ko, sabalsangrami, samagrogrami, banati nahi ho kyun?…………….

Oh ganga tum, ganga behti ho kyun?……………..

Tejasvini, kyun na rahin, tum nishchay, chintan nahin, prano mey prerna deti na kyun?……………
Tum madhyavami, kurushetra grami, gangey janani, navbharat mey, bhismarupi sutsamrajey, janati nahi ho kyun?………….

Vistar hai apar, praza dono par, kare hahakar ni sabdth sada,
Oh ganga tum, ganga behti ho kyun?……………..
Vistar hai apar, praza dono par, kare hahakar ni sabdth sada,
Oh ganga tum, ganga behti ho kyun?……………..
Vistar hai apar, praza dono par, kare hahakar ni sabdth sada,
Oh ganga tum, ganga tum, ganga tum, oh ganga tum, ganga tum, ganga behti ho kyun?……………..

Ganga behti ho kyun?…

here is the Paul Robeson's poem

Ol' man river,
Dat ol' man river
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He jes'keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.

He don' plant taters/tators,
He don't plant cotton,
An' dem dat plants'em
is soon forgotten,
But ol'man river,
He jes keeps rollin'along.

You an'me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin' an' racket wid pain,
Tote dat barge!
Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk
An' you land in jail.

Ah gits weary
An' sick of tryin'
Ah'm tired of livin'
An' skeered of dyin',
But ol' man river,
He jes'keeps rolling' along.

[Colored folks work on de Mississippi,
Colored folks work while de white folks play,
Pullin' dose boats from de dawn to sunset,
Gittin' no rest till de judgement day.
or musical part]

Don't look up
An' don't look down,
You don' dast make
De white boss frown.
Bend your knees
An'bow your head,
An' pull date rope
Until you' dead.)

Let me go 'way from the Mississippi,
Let me go 'way from de white man boss;
Show me dat stream called de river Jordan,
Dat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.

O' man river,
Dat ol' man river,
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin'
He jes' keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.

Long ol' river forever keeps rollin' on...

He don' plant tater,
He don' plant cotton,
An' dem dat plants 'em
Is soon forgotten,
but ol' man river,
He jes' keeps rollin' along.

Long ol' river keeps hearing dat song.
You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin an' racked wid pain.
Tote dat barge!
Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk
An' you land in jail.

Ah, gits weary
An' sick of tryin'
Ah'm tired of livin'
An' skeered of dyin',
But ol' man river,

He jes'keeps rollin' along!

that has made all the difference.

2008-12-15T20:30:00.002+05:30

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

On spellings

2008-12-14T15:45:00.001+05:30

* I believe that language is basically for communication.

* There are several irrationalities while spelling the words in every language.

* I m always stood against any kind of standardization. To avoid ambiguity at times correct spelling is necessary, but generally accepting a spelling as ‘the correct spelling’ is I find standardization.

*Finally and importantly it suppresses the expression of certain classes.

I m bad at spellings. And here I m not justifying my spelling mistakes, but requesting to ignore them in my as well as in others (if they are like me) writings. So that we can continue communication and I will have more friends than rejected.

Dakhni - Language for Composit Culture and me

2008-12-12T22:50:00.008+05:30

From last few days I was desperate find a answer of the question that What I can do in combating communalism? I was thing in present context and situation while the answer was in the past and while discussing with viju I found it.

When this sad partition occurred in 1947, Pakistan accepted Urdu as its National language and India, Hindi. Linguists say both of these languages are very much influenced by a language called ’Dakhni’.

It was language of Deccan and other parts of the country from 12^th century onwards.

I personally know it very well and my mother far better but never know that this is Dakhni.

Even now it is the common language of most of the Muslims of south India. It is this thing I find if strengthen can unite the two communities, basically on the basis of the language. whereever i will be i will be working on Dakhni -The language Which i was speaking from child hood and didnt know the name

On this topic my friend Vijayendra has written a wonderful article please read

DAKHNI
The Language in which the Composite Culture of India was born

(this is a TVsFVs)

Green river

2008-12-11T22:45:00.003+05:30

this river flows along side of our farm. and every day we enjoy Swmming there

I will b Shareing

2008-12-11T14:50:00.001+05:30

I have a good company of a learned person T Vijayendra here. I like his most of the views so instead of re writing them I will b shearing with u in its own precise and logically written form

I m sure u will definitely like it.

Lets call this TV’sFVs(Favorite Views) here is the first.

Wolf at the Door

today

2008-12-10T20:35:00.004+05:30

I think its better to share what I felt and experiences today
than what I thought and did yesterday.

So today I discussed a lot of things with Lathif sitting in marvelous moon light.

We arrivr at point where we felt that cultivating faith is the time of the need. In not just combating communalism or terrorism but even in our day to day life. Keeping belonging with unknown person at a station or eating in a journey what is offered by the next person sitting behind you. Of course we cant do it blindly too, for that we need to develop a sense, a sense from which we are far away.

One thing I will be doing is even I will be traveling by cycle I will not use an identity card. Because of this I faced lot of trouble but I will be doing the same again.

Invitation to view - photos of north east

2008-12-09T23:48:00.005+05:30

You are invited to view Vinayak's photos of north east

in march april 07 i had a cycle trip of 4 states of NE.
Aasam, Meghalaya,
Tripura and Mizoram
some photographs are here

photos of north east

Dec 9, 2008
by Vinayak

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A list of things i want to do

2008-12-09T23:20:00.002+05:30

Here is the list of the things I would love to do in my life. And with that I have tried to explain in brief why I want to do it.

- Travel and work in the region where Armed Force Special Power Act is in application. I think it is wrong if we r calling India, a independent and democratic nation if such laws are applicable in some part of the country. A scope for ‘Swaraj’ could be there in such regions

- Bramahaputra is a huuuuuuge river. When there are floods we cant imagine what happens about the health conditions of flood affected persons, especially those who live on lots of islands of the river. A group is working voluntarily on this issue. They have small boats. So its like a small floating hospital. Once in my life I will definitely spend ‘the time’ with them.

- I have friend in Mysur – Manu K.. there is a water body in his district where these thousands of pelican birds gather in their breeding period. It’s a huge bird but can not pick up it’s baby when it falls from the nest. Manu and his team picks up them feed them for a month or so, help them to know how to fly and finally they flew. In coming years at least once I will be there.

My plan

2008-12-08T03:01:00.001+05:30

Here now I just started accepting the facts about me and so here onwards I will dare to do what I want to do. Accordingly I have planned for next years

- I think farming is the basic activity. If I think of sustainability of life on earth (environmental crisis), simple and self-reliant life and strive for Swaraj then I must involve myself in farming in some or the other way. So
from jun to October (Diwali) I will spend time on the farms of my Friends, Doing Farming organically/naturally.

- I always have a kind of hunger of this Alternative or 'Human' Technology. I want to learn how to run a mixer come grinder by paddling, how make a solar cooker from scarab, take out water from a well just while enjoying swinging, and so on...
November to Jan will be period for learning for all this.

Now you Know I m a 'Jajabor'. I always love to explore and understand the diverse life of mankind on Earth.
I have folding bicycle and experience of cycling about 6000 Km
February and March is the time I have speared for this.

As per my physic, I must spend summer indoor. And some time I must spend with parents too.

April, May is the right time

I’ll spend these months in my home town Nanded, in these days I’ll host summer camps for teenagers and youths.

So this is my plan.

The phots of present place

2008-12-08T00:08:00.006+05:30

thethe photos are of the farm where i m presently living

welcome

our Banana, Pineapple, erecanut Garden

more photos

Read about our farm

2008-12-08T00:07:00.004+05:30

Read about the farm where i m presently staying

2008-12-07T15:06:00.002+05:30

The intention behind this bolg is to communicate my thoughts, ideas and feelings to my friends And to get new like minded friends.to travel with on the path which is rarely traveled.
three songs will express the things i want to say

First tells who am I? or who i want to be -Ami Ek Jajabor originally in Aasami Ami ek Jajabor (ih hindi)

Second the Intention for the blog - Hamaray Hain.
this is a song from one of my favorite movie 'Khuda key liye'

Third my wish - He prabho vardan aisa...
this is a song composed and sung by Dayalchand Soni, a educationalists. (I like this song though I m a athiest ).