Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The people's doctor


Krishnakumar P in Jaipur | June 6, 2008, Rediff.com
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Bachelors of Indo-Allopathic Medicine would probably be among the few educational qualifications that throw up just one result in a Google search -- a matrimonial ad for a girl with the said qualification.

That also probably explains why Dr Pappu Haldar, 24, does not want to speak much about his educational qualification. Dr Haldar, who hails from North 24 Pargana district in West Bengal, is a doctor in a slum of some 5,000 people in Jaipur, most of whom are illegal Bangladeshi immigrants.

How did Dr Haldar end up in a place on the other side of the country? And a slum of illegal immigrants at that. It was not at all with the lofty aim of serving the downtrodden, the candid doctor is quick to admit. After he graduated from a Kolkata college, he found it difficult to find a job in the many hospitals he applied.

"There was no opportunity there and I wanted to get out of that place. I chose Jaipur for two reasons. One I have a cousin here and I thought it would be easier for me to come and live with him as I set up my practice," he says before adding: "And the important reason was that Jaipur being a hot place would have more diseases and cases than other parts of the country."

Dr Haldar came to Jaipur in 2003 and settled down at his cousin's home. "I practiced from a small place next to where we lived. That was when I heard about this slum and I was told there were no doctors here," he said.

The fact that there were quite a few people from West Bengal and everyone spoke Bengali convinced Haldar to set up a clinic in the slum.

"You won't believe it, but the day I came here and opened a tiny makeshift place, there was a huge fire and I lost everything.

"I borrowed some money from my cousin and bought a few medicines and equipment to start from the scratch," he said.

From there, it was hard toil for Dr Haldar to reach where he is -- a 6 feet-by-6 feet room in the basti itself. "I don't feel like going anywhere. I will stay here and earn whatever is possible. I am comfortable here. I sleep here in the room. My needs are basic and I have everything that I want here. In fact I am going to buy a house in the Jaipur Development Authority approved building there," he said pointing to the row of houses opposite the clinic.

Dr Haldar charges Rs 20 per sitting as consultation fees. If there is someone in need of a dose of drips, it will cost them Rs 120. He even has stocked a few medicines that are exclusively for times of emergency for patients whose history he knows.

In his clinic, Dr Haldar has two diaries. One is a case diary with the names of almost all the residents of the slum and the other contains their dues and debts. No prizes for guessing which one is fatter and why. "Everyone -- I mean every single one of them -- owes me money. But I can't deny them treatment," he says.

Has the doctor lost his business acumen in five years?

"I was only being honest when you asked why I came here. It is not that I am after money only. I make up to Rs 8,000 a month even with these dues. So I don't mind writing these off. I can't ask an ailing man for past dues when it is clear he does not have money," says Dr Haldar, who is one of the few people who is beyond the slum's politics.

There is a divide in the basti between the Bangladeshis and those who are from Bengal. They do not see eye to eye. But the doctor is beyond all that and nobody messes with him.

In fact, an intelligence agency officer who has been tracking events and personalities in the slum for two years and often hangs out at the doctor's clinic, predicted the day after the Jaipur serial blasts that the police would come to the doctor for help in telling the Bangladeshis apart from the migrants from West Bengal. "He is a respected man and his word will carry weight. He is beyond suspicion and will have to help in the verification process," the officer said.

And true to his prediction, the police came. So did the media and Dr Haldar had his 15 minutes of fame. The days following the blasts, the laidback doctor had assumed the role of an activist. He wanted to know if Ananda Bazaar Patrika had a journalist based in Jaipur. "Now, it is my responsibility to ensure that the people from Bengal are treated properly. The police should not harass them unnecessarily. I will have to do something and get our government to know the plight of the migrants and do something for them," he says.

All in a day's work for a man who came here only because he thought hot place = more diseases = better business.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Thinking green, inventing green for the planet


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TimePublished on Sat, Aug 09, 2008 at 20:40, Updated on Mon, Sep 29, 2008 at 16:23 in Sci-Tech section
Anu Jogesh- CNN IBN
Megha Mamgain - CNN IBN

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India’s green heroes are men and women of ideas and inventions—ordinary people who found simple ways to help the planet. Mansukhbhai Prajapati, a potter in Rajkot, invented a refrigerator that doesn’t need electricity. M B Lal, a senior citizen in Delhi, built an eco-friendly and low-cost AC. Poppat Bhat, teacher and amateur botanist in Bhavnagar, mixed seaweed and cow urine to make herbal pesticide. Just some of the people you will meet on HSBC Green Heroes.

Dr. Anil Gupta - Founder NIF
Mansukhbhai Prajapati - Mitti Cool
M.B Lal - Snowbreeze
Thadubai - Pawann CHakki
Mahesh Patel - GIAN
Popatt Bhai - Herbal Pesticide
Prem Singh - cell phone pumpset
Valli SHetty - Mobile operated Handpump
Pankaj - shoe Powers cellphone
Moxad Thaker - Water From sewage.

Science on their side, they help elephants, rivers.


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Dr Arun Zachariah, Ravi Aggarwal and Rajendra Singh are the scientific face of environmentalism. Their work for the environment is based on research, expertise and knowledge. Zachariah is a vet at the Wynad Life Sanctuary, India's largest elephant sanctuary in Kerala. Delhi-based Aggarwal is the founder of research and advocacy group Toxic Links. Magsaysay Award Winner Rajendra Singh uses traditional knowledge to conserve water in Rajasthan villages.

Saurashtra rainmaker rejuvenates drought-prone land


Anu Jogesh / CNN-IBN
TimePublished on Sat, Sep 06, 2008 at 14:44 in India section

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New Delhi: As part of the special series, Green Heroes, CNN-IBN profiles people who are making a difference to save the environment. This week we get you the inspiring story of Shamjibai, also known as the rainmaker of Gujarat. Using simple technologies, Shamjibai has ensured that the wells of drought-prone Saurashtra are no longer dry.

Everytime it rains, Shamjibai utters a silent prayer. In a land with severe water scarcity and a hostile climate, he has managed to do the unthinkable.

This 75-year-old crusader is called the rainmaker of Gujarat. He has been driven by a simple idea - getting farmers to recharge open wells by diverting rain water into it.

"I thought the problem could be solved by diverting rain water into wells. I decided to explain this to the farmers so that they could do it themselves," says he.

Shamjibai realised that there was a well after every five to six acres of farmland in the Saurastra region and that it was here that farmers could not only store rain water, but also recharge the water table.

Twenty years ago, Shamjibai started in a tiny room in a village called Dhoraji, designing pampletes and booklets to distribute to villagers.

Today 3 lakh wells have been re-charged through cement pipes in Gujarat.

Driven by abject poverty and without any formal education, Shamjibai has worked against the odds to help lakh of farmers and rejuvenate the land.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Davender preparing athelets for India



Saryu Mahajan / CNN-IBN
TimePublished on Wed, Mar 11, 2009 at 15:43, Updated on Wed, Mar 11, 2009 at 15:57 in India section
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Dera Baba Nanak (Punjab): This marathon man makes sure that the kids of his small village in Punjab - Dera Baba Nanak - take their sports seriously.
Davinder Singh, a former Army jawan and police constable, set up the Bhagat Singh Academy of Athletics and Boxing nine years ago.

“Kids should be trained from childhood. I used to come during vacation and train the kids here,” says Davinder.

The sports ground in Dera Baba Nanak used to be overrun with the vehicles of the villagers. There was no pucca road leading to the ground.
That is when Davinder along with the kids started leveling the mud track shaming the local authorities into joining hands and making a pucca road.
And even as he weeded out the shrubs, Davinder started planting trees to fence the area.

With the ground ready Davinder started calling the kids out to try their hand at all forms of athletic sports. But his first hurdle was reluctant parents.
“Parents were reluctant in the beginning,” says Davinder.
Nine-year-old Simran came to Davinder two years ago with little self confidence. And, today she has qualified for the State Championship for 400 meters race. The little champion, like all others here swears by her coach

“He is like my father,” says Simran.

All the kids in the village call Davinder paaji (father) out of love.
The academy has produced nine state champions and four national champions. Today there are more than 100 kids trained by Davinder.
“My aim is to send the boys to Olympics,” says Davinder.

This real hero provides limbs to landmine blast victims


Pawan Bali / CNN-IBN
Time Published on Tue, Mar 10, 2009 at 14:59 in India section
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Poonch (Jammu): In the land of conflict and pain, Jagbir Singh Sudan is a true healer. Many people living in the border villages lose their limbs during cross-border firing. But Sudan has brought many of those back on their feet.
Thirty-eight-year-old Mohammad Bashir, a rice seller, lost his leg in a landmine blast at the line of control in 1999.
“He came looking for me. After I got an artificial limb, it was like a new beginning for me,” says Bashir.
A school principal in Poonch, Jagbir Singh starts his day with lessons in social values.
His artificial limb centre has provided free prosthetics to over 3000 victims of landmine blasts in the border villages.

“During rains mines travel deep into the farms. Also people lose their limbs due to cross-border firing,” says Sudan.

The inspiration came from his father, Pritam Singh, who was a soldier and lost his right leg in the World War II. And this is how Sudan went on to set up a trust in his father’s name in 1990.
He walks to villages, scan patients and then take them to artificial limb camps in New Delhi and Jaipur.
Sudan makes his way into remote corners in forward areas risking gun fore even looking for his patients.
“I have only one wish, I want to set up a limb fabrication centre now,” sats Sudan.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Nisheet and his wife see capability in their disability


Tridip Mandal / CNN-IBN

Time Published on Sat, Mar 07, 2009 at 16:25, Updated on Sat, Mar 07, 2009 at 16:38 in India section


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Gujarat: Life's a joyride for Mukesh and Ranjana Bhen of Bhavnagar in Gujarat but behind their unmistakable smile there is a past, cruel and painful. When they got married, their families flatly refused to cope with 2 disabled persons.
“My wife and I are disabled and that's why we got married. But our families threw us out,” says Mukesh.
That was almost 15 years ago, now there is a spring in their stride. The couple no longer depend on others. They earn a decent livelihood and have their own house. Their world has changed because the efforts of one man their boss and the CEO of Microsign products in Bhavnagar, Nishit Mehta.

“In the beginning of my work I felt this is something I am doing for the social cause but the result has arrived in such a way that I never like to tell anyone that I am doing some social work. By utilizing their in built ability I am and they are in a winning situation. It is fruitful for our company to make better use of their ability at the right place for the better result,” says Nisheett.

The company supplies plastic components for Mercedes Benz, TATA MOTORS and HP. But Microsingn is not just about its products, its is also about people who produce them, 80 per cent or 16 of whom are disabled.
This at a time when the government rider is to employ a minimum of 3 per cent disabled.

“If there is a somebody who has a hearing disability then we always try to put them at the place where there is more noise so that it will not disturb him. When there is concentration involved, and a person is not required to walk etc, we will put the orthopedic handicap. When there is a monotonous work, assembly work then we will put the mentally retarded people,” Nisheet.

This monotonous work has given a new meaning to the lives of Mukesh and Ramani Bhen. Their hands are making up for their immobile limbs.

Nisheet Mehta, along with his employees able bodied and disabled has scripted a real life heroic story. A story which talks of enterprise, courage, ability to overcame all odds and emerge winners. They might be earning just Rs 2 to 5000 per month. But what's priceless is the dignity and respect that they get here.

Having seen the hard times now they can finally enjoy life and show all of us that physically or mentally they are no longer challenged.

Friday, March 6, 2009

This real hero is training kids to be India's Phelps


Tridip Mandal / CNN-IBN

TimePublished on Fri, Mar 06, 2009 at 19:23 in India section

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New Delhi: Karsanbhai Patel has been training children of his village to swim in a local lake and he's been producing national champs, no less. He saw an opportunity where others saw only a dirty lake. For 28 years, There are no professional facilities, yet the children he trained have won medals at the national level.

Olympic Gold medallist Michael Phelps will probably never know about his popularity thousands of miles away in a tiny village of Pratapura, some 150 kms from Ahmedabad.

"Everyone is focused on cricket, but because of the lake, we are teaching them swimming. It will keep our childrenhealthy and sports can ensure a good future for the kids. I am also fond of swimming," says he.

It was his job as a teacher in the village school that brought Karsanbhai to Pratappura in 1978. A state level swimmer, Karsanbhai would hone his skills in the local Chandrasar lake.

The children watched on in awe and Karsanbhai asked them to join in. Twice a day this sleepy village sees 20 children head for the Chandrasar lake, their swimming pool. Its also the the only source of water.

It's this water that the village drinks, here is where they wash clothes and here is where the village children transform into champions, perfecting their strokes amongst turtles and snakes.

There are no fancy changing rooms for these children and in winters, the chilling waters don't deter the young swimmers. Money is tight and with whatever donations Karsanbhai gets, he tries to buy swimming equipment for the children.

"The children here are from poor families. The swimming costume for girls is really expensive. They don't have slippers. If we got all this, the children would perform better," says he.

Despite the hardships, over 200 children from the village have participated at the state level and 45 have made it to the nationals.

As Karsanbhai and his little prodigies walk through the dry arid land of this mini Rann of Kutch, they don't let their disadvantages cloud their aspirations. They have got a dream, a dream to swim their way to international glory, a dream to be the next Michael Phelps of India.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

No funding but this real hero feeds the poor daily


Tridip Mandal / CNN-IBN
TimePublished on Wed, Mar 04, 2009 at 16:23 in India section

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Ahmedabad: 2002: Ahmedabad was burning and there seemed no end in sight to the communal riots. But in the chaos there were those who reached out to help, like Hemant Patel.

Patel is a small time sound engineer and a caterer. He sought the help of some friends and then went to the VS hospital through the burning streets with piles of tiffins full of food. Through the uneasy days Patel continued to provide food to the relatives of the patients.

"Hindus, Muslims, Christians, they all come here. God might keep people hungry while they are awake but he told me I shouldn't let them sleep hungry," he says.

2009: As Hemant Patel's food van arrives in the slums of Vashna, the slum comes alive. The spread is not lavish but it's this that brings back the smiles on riot-ridden, poverty-ridden faces. Over the last seven years Hemant Patel has expanded his free catering to include the slums of Ahmedabad.

When it comes to the cooking, Patel wields the ladle himself, overseeing every stage of the preparation along with his volunteers, ensuring that the food is both tasty and hygienic. By 6:30 pm everyday, the action shifts to VS hospital as relatives of the patients queue up for their dinner.

Identity cards are issued to ensure that it's the more needy who are attended to first.

As Hemant Patel winds up for the day he knows money is tight. He needs Rs 60,000 a month to keep his operations going.

"Everyone can give money. But I need people who'll give their time," he says.

Meanwhile, with a prayer on his lips Hemant Patel keeps the faith that perhaps one day he can feed many more mouths.

Meet the saviour of Nagarhole forest



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In today’s Real Heroes, we meet K M Chinappa, who for the last 35 years has been fighting to save a forest in Karnataka.
Some say that if the forest and its wildlife has survived, it is because of Chinappa, a forest ranger by profession, this man has continued to serve nature even after his retirement.
For three decades, he fought to save a forest. His presence kept the poachers at bay. His grit revived an ecosystem doomed to extinction. He may be an ex-ranger, but the forest of Nagarhole is his first love.
And to the denizens of the forest, this ex-ranger is the Real Hero, ever alert.

The story of K M Chinappa is the extraordinary story of a 35-year long struggle against poachers, miners and encroachers, all for his first love, the forests of Nagarhole.
When Chinappa was posted at Nagarhole National Park as a forest ranger in 1970, there were more people than animals in the forest. Cultivation was rampant on the forest grasslands, and the people inside would invite poachers to protect their crops.
In 1972, a poacher named Parari Thimma entered the scene. No one knew who he was or where he was. He carried his operations in the cover of darkness.
Known tuskers, huge beautiful elephants, he killed and he took their ivory. I took this as a challenge.

For one year, Chinappa tracked and chased him.
Finally I heard gunshots, around midnight. I followed the torchlight and I shot at him. After that he did not come back. People say he is no more, but I do not know what happened to him.

That was just the beginning. Under Chinapa's watchful eye, poaching declined steeply and cultivation on the forest land was stopped.
Slowly, the spotted deer and sambar returned.

I used to think that in thirty years, there would be no Nagarhole, that everything would be gone. But today, it is one the most beautiful forests. And it will live for at least another hundred years.
As he winds up for the day, knowing his work is far from over, he renews his resolve not let any harm come to Nagarhole. At least, not on his watch.