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Monday, May 22, 2006

Adhyayan Vatika (The Study Garden)
Another marked feature of this ‘jnanabhoomi’ (land of knowledge) is its Indian-ness. It is diversity personified pursuing a unified goal. It has seen students of all castes and creeds. It’s alumni list encompasses all faculties of engineering, all organs of doctors, all denominations of Chartered Accountants and Company Secretaries, all sections of lawyers, all compositions of graduate students and not to forget all classes of school children. Such is the diversity of this ‘down to earth’ place that even the best of universities will envy it.
This place serves as the only ray of hope for the students of the lower and middle class families living in chawls of Girgaon. The chawl system with all its peculiarities and advantages brings with it cramped houses and a commotion filled ambience making studying nearly impossible. This is where “Adhyayan Vatika” comes to the rescue. Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar would have been surely happy to see this, as he wouldn’t have had to go through the pain of night study in his chawl had this ‘jnanabhoomi’ existed then. Another marked feature of this ‘novel’ utility is the ‘student-cum-teacher’ status of each of its participants. Knowledge here propagates in the same disciplic tradition as the Vedas and Bhagwad–Gita did for thousands of years. Whatever is received from a guru (senior) is passed onto the shishya (junior) and thus the flow of knowledge (notes and books) continues. Such has been the influence of this tradition that it has discouraged classes and tuitions in many a student here (many of whom cannot even afford it).
Just as a final touch, something where this institution stands apart from other educational institutions in India, is that it is open to all, admits everyone who wishes to come and does not have any government imposed Reservations. So just as an advice to our leaders supporting Reservations in IITs and IIMs, let us start building more “Adhyayan Vatikas” in
Sa Vidya ya Vimuktaye
(Salvation Through Knowlege)
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Chetan Bhadricha
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
मेरा भारत महान ,
जो बोलते थकती नहीं ज़ुबान ,
क्या सच में हुआ उत्थान ,
या हुआ काग़जी काम ,
और कहते रह गए हम ,
मेरा भारत महान ,
मेरा भारत महान |
कैसे कहुँ आज मैं, मेरा भारत महान ,
हर चौराहें लुटा जहाँ, द्रौपदी का मान ,
हर कोई आज भी ,िहंदु या मुसलमान ,
ना मंिदरों का आदर , ना मस्िजदों की शान ,
हर गरीब के खून से बनते, बंगले आिलशान ,
राष्ट्रभाषी आज भी, कहलाता मूर्ख महान ,
धर्म, सत्य, अिहंसा, जहाँ सजातें िसर्फ िदवार ,
भगत, सुभाष भी पुजे जाते, साल में िसर्फ एक बार ,
सच्चाई जहाँ नत्मस्तक हो, लगाती िसर्फ गुहार ,
राम कैद पडे मंिदर में, रावण करते िवहार ,
कृष्ण वाणी सुननें को, कहाँ कर्मयोगी पार्थ ,
ना गुरू, ना िशष्य, बना िशक्षा एक व्यापार ,
कैसे कहुँ आज मैं, मेरा भारत महान ,
कैसे कहुँ आज मैं, मेरा भारत महान |
Friday, April 07, 2006

My heart was still gripped in the thoughts of "Ashadhaan” when the “karmavataar” called me to see another face of reality. The destination this time was a
Finally, I did manage to locate it and went in. It was in sharp contrast to the sophistications outside. It seemed like a small village contained in itself with all its serenity though there was an air of seriousness around having known that it was a
With everything ready, we started our journey to serve food to the 7 wards of the hospital with around 180 patients. As I was serving food, I noticed that almost all of the patients were elders discarded by their families. Every eye told me just one story. For them, more then the agony of dying is the fear of living. Though the want for food was always there, but the hunger for affection was far more. What they craved for was a gentle smile.
During my journey, I came across a person whose both legs had been consumed by the disease. I asked him, “Baba, for how long have you been here? Do you have no one?” With a crying voice he replied, “35 years”. He had not seen anything outside the confines of the hospital for the last 35 years, He had a family living in Nanded which visited him once a year. But the visit was always filled with complaints rather than affection. I could hear no more. He greeted me with a ‘crooked’ Namaskar as I bid adieu.
When everything was done, I could not help thinking the disparity in nature. For the first time, I started doubting the justice of “Law of Karma” (explained in Shrimad Bhagwad Gita). I tried a lot but was unable to forgive myself. I had always grumbled that I got too little for all the efforts that I had taken. For the first time, I realized how generous Lord had been to me. While these thoughts were still rolling, my eyes again fell on the “karmavataar”. Just then I remembered a small shloka(verse), I had read in a book by Sudha Murti,
“Shateshu Jayate shoor, sahastreshu panditaa,
Vaakta das sahastreshu, daata bhavati Va Na Va”
(A courageous person is one in a hundred, a scholar one in a thousand,
a good orator one in ten thousand, but a philanthropist may or may not be born.)
How true this ancient wisdom was in the current scenario. My thoughts started rolling again and I thought, ‘Just as we have broken our shackles from the so called “orthodoxy” in our lives, its time we do it once again and prove wrong the above 'shloka’
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Chetan Bhadricha
Tuesday, April 04, 2006

BORN ON PHOOL’S* DAY
(*PHOOL means a flower in many Indian Languages)
April Fool’s day is a day to enjoy some practical joke on your friends and family and this young heart is no different. This ‘karmavataar’ has year after year fooled all his friends and near one’s shattering dreams of the lavish birthday parties, which have become synonymous with flirting and drinking and taken them for human service.
His destination for celebration is a bit different. It’s a small place called “Ashadhaan”, started by Mother Teresa. His birthday begins with a large family of more than 350 people encompassing everyone from abandoned and retarded children with innocent tears, withdrawn HIV patients to aged contemporaries who were once pillars of this strong building called ‘society’, but have now been deemed unfit to be there by its new custodians.
Fool’s day is the most awaited time of the year for these unfortunate ones, for its time to feast, its “Papaji’s” birthday. This day is no less than a Christmas or Diwali for these as he has been celebrating this way for decades. Even the gifts that he receives in return for his work are nothing less than priceless. The innocent smile on a child’s face with a mark of milk round his lips far surpasses the sophisticated laughter at the parties.
It was the day I realized the importance of good company. Tears rolled down my heart as a true hand of blessing touched my head. The sincerity of this blessing exceeded even those of from the greatest of sanyasis and yogis. It’s here that I realised what Shri Krishna meant when he said,
“Karmanye Vadhika raste, ma Phaleshu Kadachin” (Your duty is to do your work and not to worry of the outcome)
or what Jesus meant when he said,
With a heavy heart, I left the most fabulous birthday party I had ever attended. Though there was a satisfaction for being part of a philanthropic cause, I was left thinking about it on my way home. I was thinking of the remaining 364 days at “Ashadhaan”. I thought don’t we have even 365 individuals in a city of lakhs, who would like to spend a day of their life with them. I have already found one, will try to be the second and I looking out for the remaining 363.
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Chetan Bhadricha
Thursday, March 30, 2006

SANSKAAR OR SON’S CAR
A day at Mr. Ved’s residence began in sharp contrast to the divinity outside his balcony. Even today, the house was already bursting with Mumbai energy. Gangu Bai (Bai is a colloquially used term used to refer to house maids) had just arrived and it was work at full swing. Such maids become the most sought after persons in very well to do families like these. Gangu Bai didn’t live far way. She was just a bridge crossing away in a small chawl ( A chawl is a system of residence peculiar to the Girgaon region of
However, there was a marked discomfort over her face today and ought to be. She had requested for a Rs.100 increase in her salary in order to meet the increased expenses of her son’s education who had recently graduated to class 8. This request had met with a lot of reluctance and resistance from Mr. Ved’s family. It had also turned into a heated argument between the employer and the employed. Just as this was happening the other day, an enthusiastic Kewal broke in with his emphatic result of his board exams. He had secured 76% in the recently concluded 12th Std. Examinations and was on his way to joining St. Peterson’s College, one of the cities most plush college. The first thing he did on reiterating his result was to remind his parents of the car they had promised him in return for his good result. The Gangu Bai plea was soon forgotten and joy set in the family. Mr. Ved even called up the dealer for delivering the car they had chosen long back. The education of Gangu Bai’s son’s seemed to be dipping down now as the drowning sun!!!
Though the characters in the above incident were fictitious, we know that such cases are innumerable in real life. The Rs.100 which would have given the light of education in the life a poor woman's son was not relevant but the happiness of their son in receiving the car worth lakhs was. This story has been written with some imaginative skill and some harsh real life experiences. We as a society need to start thinking of this widening divide in our country. Education is the shortest bridge between the two and needs no more explanations. It’s time when people like Mr. Ved realize their social responsibilities and the power bestowed in them to make small differences which could add to a big impact. It’s time we start thinking, what is important “SANSKAAR” or “SON’S CAR”
Chetan Bhadricha
Sunday, March 19, 2006

(This is my final post in the series of posts for travel in Mumbai local train. This is a sequel to my previous two posts given below. Read them first to get the real gist of it.)
By now the coveted 4th seat owner has woken up from his self-imposed meditative state as indicated by his countenance. What ruptures this "Samadhi" is the worldly thought of his reaching the office and his destination soon arriving. This sixth sense alarm surpasses by far the best of quantum clocks in its precision. He gets up early with the hope of out-witting his fellow station contemporaries, competing with him like the flows of Ganga and Brahmaputra for the Bay of Bengal. But a look at the narrow exit is enough to break his delusions. So what was once "Optimism Personified" trying to get a seat is now for a moment "Disheartenment Restructured".
With hopes dim, yet the will of a Karma yogi, he sets off towards the exit for which there is no paths left to tread on. A path search through this dense clutter demands the strength of Bhima, the accuracy of Arjuna and the treachery of Shankuni. Did I ask too much from a single being? But the Mumbaikar does it everyday. What really calls for a pity here, however, is the futility of preventive actions taken by the office-goers to protect their polished shoes from this mini stampede.
Our battle-hardened traveller somehow does manage to align himself with the mouth of the exit again remembering the sugarcane crush, the agony of which is escalating with every passing inch. As the destination draws near, the compression due to the pressures acting on him from all sides starts squeezing out even the last iota of fat from him. This is probably the reason why most Mumbaikars do not need to follow a strict fitness regime. What really deserves a word of praise here is the steely determination of the people leaning out of the train, preventing thIS human volcano from erupting prematurely.
However, as the train finally nears the halt, the determination gives vent and the human volcano erupts with shouts as loud as the human ear will ever hear. This tumultuous flow shows no mercy to any ignorant dreamer in its path trying to obstruct it. He has no option but to involuntary accept the fate dictated to him. Mr. Feynman would surely love to use this as his explanation for Newton's First Law, "You remain at rest or in uniform motion at the mercy of the force acting."
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Chetan Bhadricha
Kabhi na rukti, Chalti jaati ,
Yeh Bharat ki shaan ,
Yeh hai Mumbai , Yeh hai Mumbai ,
Yeh hai Mumbai , Meri Jaan