Sunday, 15 January 2023

An Amaaazing Amalgam of Athletics and Arts in Academics - Annual Sports Day 2022-23, Rajagiri Doha

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I have had sports day in my school days - hardly anything worth recalling. Almost a ritual. In the seminary, it was a little more engaging and involved activity.  Though I headed an institution of higher education for over a decade, and every year, we invariably had the Sports Day, in spite of encouraging participation, it had never come to be a matter of charm and real involvement.  This, in spite of the college having a very good record of promoting sports, especially, games; we had about 10 teams, most of them counted among the top teams of a university having over 250 colleges. But still I couldn't see sports being celebrated as a community fest. 

Witnessing Rajagiri Annual Sports Day, and being part of that, was more than having a day of sporting contests, but a celebration of school community with the students (ranging from grade I to XII), teachers, support staff and school management getting involved and celebrating togetherness in a spirit of healthy competition. The moments of uncertainty, the last minute postponement on account unexpected constraints from various corners, several events (exams, expo and sports day) coming together, the unusual Qatar-friendliness of rains - all these were overcome with feisty team work to have this festival of fitness conducted befittingly.

With just about four weeks (2 weeks before the long FIFA break and less than 2 weeks after the reopening) of preparation, this was a stupendous show. Perhaps, there had already been a tradition with the school.  However, after the lull of COVID 19, to achieve this level of success, required a tremendous level of dedication and team work. 

The Physical Education department under the leadership of the experienced Mr. Shihab, coordinated the entire set of activities and provided the framework, tasks identified and distributed among the entire staff of the school. The preliminaries began at the class level, with almost every student of every class having the opportunity to test one's metal in the field of track and field events - especially with races and jumps, and if desired, even with throws. From them, further filtering led to the finalists in each category to represent each house at each level. This was indeed a very time-consuming task. And foreseeing the limitations of the ceremonial event, all the field events were held during the regular working hours, leaving only the final track events for the great day. 

The children of preparatory, middle school and high school were selected for a power-packed display of physical fitness harmoniously blending with rhythm. It was amaaaaaaazing Rajagiri on display.  Some 200 plus tiny tots in their house colours (red, blue, yellow, green), with pompons of matching hues held in their hands, stepped in with the music and rhythm, especially around FIFA 2022 theme and music, mixing also some show of physical prowess of somersaults and yogic postures!  Magical formula being brought into use by the primary level team of Ms Anita, Ms Zerin Ms Roshni and Ms Neelima with they themselves joining the kiddoos in the last jaunt. Then came the exuberant display of rhythmic movements of more than 300 children of grades IV to VI, filling the stadium from all 3 sides, all dressed up in white, making elegant and enthusiastic movements in tune with the music being played. Breath-taking - the efforts of Ms Nissy and Eaira, ably assisted by Ms. Manisha & Ms Tina and didn't go in vain, transforming the little kids to team performers in a matter of less than a month! And then, 40 selected high school students of VIII & IX grades - arriving in black and white, synchronizing movements with the help of portable step, which they brought with them as a prop. Amazing grace! The credits go to our dance team - Ms Sunitha and Ms Deepa.   While in all these, girls stole the show, the last item was a display of various formations with human bodies as the building blocks.  The seven formations indicated various shapes, with pyramid standing out, and tribute to the greatest sports person of last century, Pele, a sign of the school's responsiveness.  Though no connection could be made of this vibrant display with Arabic, the master minds were the Arabic team of Mr Saheer, Mr Shaji and Mr Shabeer, with due guidance and support from Ms Susan of Mathematics department. The sports day, took the shape of arts day of fitness and flexibility!  The music department added to the inter-disciplinarity charm with the students being trained to sing live the school anthem and the Qatar national anthem. 

The march past, with the element of competition added to it, brought in solemnity and an aura of disciplined physical movement. Another 200 plus were involved, representing the four groups. The house masters and their deputies of Pegasus (yellow), Hercules (red), Atlas (green), and Apollo (blue), Ms Honey, Ms Bindu Panicker, Ms Poonam and Ms Silvy, (and their assistants - Mr Gopu, Mr Bala, Ms Bindu Thomas and Ms Jyothi) ably assisted by the Physical Education department played their role in training the school into a commendable level of synchronized disciplined movement, though this area can still be considered for yearlong formation, and improvement. The elected student leaders led the ceremonial the march. 

The guest of the day, an athlete turned sports administrator of the state of Qatar, Mr Hamad Al Shaiba arrived on the scene, solemnly escorted by the Managing Director, followed by his inspection of the guard of honour, the solemn prayer from the Holy Quran so powerfully rendered by Mr Shaji of Arabic department, the very matter-of-fact and trim welcome address by the principal, the very solemn hoisting of the school flag by the Governing Board member Dr Jegan Chacko, oath led by the school captain .  The Academic director appealed to the Rajagiri family to be inspired by Rajagiri, and in turn to 'aspire' to be inspiration to people around with a fitness culture, growing stronger, higher and faster in our actions for well-being. At the end of the programmes, the students were gathered again under the various houses - this time, with greater difficulty, as the closely contested competitions and the imminent championships of various categories had gotten into their heads.  With those announcements made, it was celebration all around, the winners getting themselves carried away by their enthusiasm. The winners were being honoured at the victory stand from the start of the programme, and it came to an end with the final championships in various categories, and the house championships - second runner up, first runner up and the Champions were being awarded the ever-rolling trophies.  The Atlas team, which stood last in the overall, in spite of their splendid performance on this particular day, had the consolation of having won the prestigious march-past trophy.  After the Section Head, Mr. Ben Antony, in his typical flamboyant manner, proposed the vote of thanks, the hoisted flag was solemnly brought down by the Principal, received by the house masters, folded and given to the house captain, who handed it over to the Principal, who, in turn entrusted it to Mr Shihab, the HoD of Physical Education for safe-keep of the solemn tradition.

An unusual addition to the function was the honouring of our FIFA warriors - 10 of them from the school staff had contributed to make the great international event, hosted by our host nation, a grand success. They had all arrived in the volunteer outfit provided by FIFA.   

The informal parent-teacher meet added charm to the event.  When the women's relay showed the emphatic influence of the Physical Education department (with Aswathy express) in getting the teacher team emerging winners, the men's event proved the parents having an edge.  Both were adequately compensated with the second position in these events, the added attraction being the principal leading the teacher quartet to a glorious second position in the men's event. 

The management was generous to the core: the choice of the venue itself being symbolic of the same - The Aspire Academy with training facilities for almost all sports.  It was a fabulous venue.  I have never seen anything comparable anywhere; where almost all sporting events could be held indoors.  Fully air-conditioned with all modern provisions for digital display, light and sound, and even a tilting 200 m track to adjust the distance in the long races.  It had strict security arrangements, very good access facilities, parking lot, and toilet facilities. The saving grace is that you could come on the previous day, and occupy the space with the required arrangements for the next day. Of course, it didn't come free of cost, and had to be paid the fixed rates for the usage of every hour.  Besides, the presence of all key governing body members, they also presented food pack & fruit juice for all the participants (though, in this case, I would, that as a school, we make our choices more conscious.   What the school officially supplies to the students as refreshments, while taking the aspects of taste buds also into account, should be healthy, and definitely not junk). The management team also provided the entire staff with a splendid T shirt with school emblem, and a special outfit for the P.E. team.  The entire staff team arrived wearing the same. 

The IT team - both admin and faculty wings working together put up a good show of digital displays, timely management of the results and scores, apt musical background for the programme with Mr Suneet of music department at the system. It was splendid.  Another admirable team worked behind the scene in silence, to bring out the certificates in time, an onerous task with new results being announced every five minutes.

The day was carried along with the continuous commentary by the regal English team of Mr Regal and Ms Suchitra, who tried to rope all available adjectives to describe the performances and displays which could otherwise be said to beg description. There was compensating fillers in the national language, by the effervescent Mr. Praveen of Hindi department. Their voice had gone coarse at the end of that 6 hour long non-stop marathon endeavour!

As soon as the solemn official conclusion took place, the admin team under Ms Annie John, which had been working behind the scene all the while, swung into action with the systematic arrangements for guiding the children back to the awaiting transport. 

The great bonhomie generated by the programme was symbolic in the last picture taken on the scene.  I hope Rajagiri quest for 'excellence' will reach newer heights in the next year, with the great achievements of 2022-23 becoming its benchmark.  

My 'namaskar' to the Principal and the entire team!

P.S. Looking at the event, more as a celebration of fitness, I celebrated it befittingly, I think, with having covered the 13 kms from my residence to the venue on a bicycle, both for the preparatory day, and on the day of the event. The ride back, past 9 pm, the chill in the air  notwithstanding, was warm thanks to the inner warmth generated from the mega-event. At least for now ('just for today'), I could claim fitness - both for me, and for my bike!


Towards a Higher, Stronger, Faster, Fitter, Healthier Rajagiri 2023, towards Excellence in Fitness Culture! 

Thursday, 12 January 2023

3 Cs AND A CMI OF RARE C - COMMITTMENT

Rev. Fr. Felix CMI

My next-door neighbour and cousin, Cherian was more a subject of shallow innocent fun for us kids, based on his status as a harmless individual facing mental challenges.  In the late 70s, his family found a great relief, perhaps, he himself did, thanks to the newly founded centre at not-so-distant Karikkamuri.  I observed his attending some school by name Ashakendram, but never realised it as a CMI venture initiated by Rev. Fr. Felix CMI, till after completion of my training as a Social Worker, and in the course of organising training for social work students, when I came to interact with Fr. Felix.  

Recall clearly the basics of 3Cs as expounded by him, in his own office as he explained his vision to the budding social workers.  I remember vaguely his reference to his source of inspiration as the compassionate disposition of his mother. 

I receive the news of the departure of Fr. Felix with some amount of trepidation - as I fear what would happen to the inspirational initiative he had launched.  The education of children affected with mental retardation.  Though institution in place, would the inspiration remain?  At 87, his departure cannot be said to be premature, untimely.  Still, it occurs to me thus.  

The good thing about us CMIs is that though we may not be always very original or radical (our originality has been often in perpetrating mediocrity in such a way that others feel good about it, and forget about any need to be original), if we find someone in that category, the minimum that we usually do is to 'let him be' (exceptions to this 'norm' notwithstanding); usually we support him to do what he wants to do in this 'original' fashion (provided there is no clash with 'faith and morals'), sometimes, we also own it up and train him further to sharpen his wits for such ventures.  I think, in Fr. Felix's case, his charismatic initiative was endorsed and supported fully by the CMIs, but ownership of the mission, I am afraid, is still to be actualised (I would avoid using 'a far cry'). He was given the freedom to travel around and undergo training for making himself better equipped; which he did so very well, drawing inspirations and inputs from the best practices across the globe. 

I am convinced that his vision of 3Cs - Comprehension, Competence and Creativity, starting with the experience of the everyday reality of shapes, leading to literacy, numeracy and other skills, and also unleashing the hidden potential in each child creatively, thus venturing into the rarely-touched upon pockets of fine-arts, dance and music, is something adaptable for any situation of education. I hope CMI mission of education will further explore these possibilities through research. 

I regret - 1) as a formee we were never told about Fr. Felix or his venture, and I am afraid that continues to be so. 2) even as a social work professional and educator, I did not tap this rich resource adequately, neither for general well-being, nor for my students. and 3) that we did not really make an effort to bring his very unique contribution to the nation-building by his being duly recognized by the nation.  He should definitely have been a 'padma' of the top order, for the path-breaking initiatives, especially, his plan of 'educating the educators' in this domain. 

He has fulfilled the Lord's directive: 'Let children come to me, for theirs is the kingdom of God' by letting children who required special attention and assistance to come to him, and enjoy the privileges of the kingdom.  I am sure that he has already listened to the Lord of life endorsing his life and efforts: 'You have been faithful in small things...Enter into the gladness of your Lord' (Mtt.25:21). 

I took it for granted that people like Fr. Felix will remain.....but he too, like every one of us, has to go.  Still, the comfort is there when I recall the saying attributed to great poets: 

Jayanti te sukritino, rasasiddhaah kaveeshwaraah

Naasti tesham yasha kaaye jara maranajam bhayam. (Subhaashitaratnani: Bhartruhari Shatakam)

...in their 'fame-body' there is no fear of aging or death - through their actions they have


attained immortality! 

My  doorasth pranaam to the great soul! A rare specimen of CMI, a blend of research and action, originality and compassion, farewell dear Fr. Felix;  as your name implies, may you be in 'bliss' unending! 


Monday, 9 January 2023

Entrepreneuring sans Noise - George Jacob, Al Kaabi


The Mind behind Rajagiri-Doha

George Jacob (Jacob - first name) arrived in Qatar as a young CA trainee.  He had cleared most of the papers for CA. On his arrival as an auditor with what is now EY, he learnt that the last set of papers he wrote did not fetch him the coveted CA, demanding his attending to them again. But out here in the field, he was indeed neck-deep in work.  His boss would not let him go even after 10 pm.  But he had to go to appear for the exams again. And only at that juncture did he realise that he was depriving the young man of a great freedom to grow.   He was regretful, and immediately, he took to compensating - he asked Jacob to find the best hotel in Mumbai and stay there and learn well, and if he clears the examination, all the expenses involved including travel, would be on him.

Jacob flew to India, found a conveniently located flat, stayed there and prepared and appeared for the examinations. Cleared them, and came back. A good amount was given to him by the boss. His auditor position put him in touch with several higher ups, who were eager to offer him opportunities with them.  British Airways wanted him to take care of their accounting of the Asian region.  But Jacob was not eager to get such jobs.  He was on the look out for starting something on his own!  In his stint at auditing he came across the Al Kaabi chief Mr. Mohammed Nasser Khatab Al Kaabi.  He invited him to join Al Kaabi, as he found Jacob a very promising young man with whom he found time to engage in conversation.  Jacob considered the invite, but made a condition, not as an employee, but as someone able to start something. Mohammed said, you join, and let us see. So that was the beginning of what is more than four decades long partnership. 

But nothing happened in those days.  No ventures, no initiative. Then, Qatar Ambassador to India was ....., a nephew of Mohammed.  Whenever he was free, he would come to the company.  In the usual banter, once he asked, what is that you want to do? Is there anything I can do for you? Jacob was prompt with idea, of starting something small.  A business venture. The man went out, came back in half an hour, with the necessary permissions!! What else? Money - they decided to start with 50000 QR as the initial investment - 51:49.  He handed over the money in no time.  Jacob had secured the nod from his sponsor, Mohammed Al Kaabi by then.  He visualised a carpentry shop, and took St. Joseph as his model. And the whole thing was set up in no time.  Some 7 carpenters were brought from Kerala.  And the capital was exhausted.  Then he sought the help of the sponsor.  So another 10000 in partnership was pledged, and the company got rolling.  On his side, his brother in law also was involved. In four years, it earned 4 million QR.  He recalls with relish those days of fervent action, ready at the shop by 5 am, dispatching the workers by 7 am, getting works and completing it and all that....Later on, taking into consideration, the possible likelihood of family fissures on account of business, he pulled out of the company, and let his brother-in-law run the same with another partner. And Jacob started one on his own.  By 80's his brother in law wound up the project and went home. 

Later on, with his acumen for numbers, he entered the money market and it was a big hit.  The Sponsor also was equally interested.  It became a kind of passion.  It required vigilant eyes and constant alertness and prompt actions.  It was flourishing business, and sponsor gave his car which had a telephone (a very rare thing in those days), which was a privilege to him as the member of the advisory council, to his new young partner.  He was the only Malayalee having such a car in those days. 

Businesses flourished. But health suffered. Initially, while he had an attack of hernia, and the condition was critical.  It was a skillful Dr. Jagan Chacko (son of the illustrious P.T. Chacko) who helped him in that situation. He had been to Canada for a visit, and it aggravated. There they had no counsel to give other than that of surgery.  All that took away time and focus, and being away from the intense watchfulness cannot be fit for a job of money market.  So he gradually pulled himself out of it. 

Gradually projects developed and a big team around that. Till an accident caused ill-health set in, it was a life of constant run and race.  From A to Z, he had his eyes on the details.  He would do the recruiting of hands - from labourer to the manager - all by himself.  He knew personally each one of the big team of about 400 plus staff.  It all came to a grind with the new venture in education, in partnership with Rajagiri-Kochi was in progress of implementation. 

Supervising the new school project construction site, he raised his head while walking bended under a low floored construction, and hit head on the beam fiercely.  He managed to step out and continue his tasks.  People observed he was walking in a drowsy manner, as if drunk.  And they all knew, he didn't have any such habits.  Yet he drove, and went around. At night he woke with a splitting head ache. And early morning met Dr. Jagan.  They took him to the Hamad hospital, and immediate scanning was recommended.  He recalled that when the project of installing the CT scanner at the hospital was in execution, he had commented of the prospects of having to lie down under it in future.  And exactly that was happening. 

Seeing the scan report, the doctors were appalled.  The brain had tilted to a side, and there was a blood clot. One of the doctors told very casually, 'we will drive a hole in the skull and get the blood out'.  It was really threatening. This could not be done immediatlely as he was on medication for thinning the blood. That aspect had to be addressed.  So it would take a week. A room had to be shared among 3 patients. No other room available. The nurse who was in-charge had some obligation to him having been his staff in the initial phase of her career. She recommended that they go home, and she would not let the registers indicate 'admitted status', and when there was room, they could return.  And that was what they did. Next day, the room was available. After a week, the procedure was done.  When asked for the result, the doctors were not 100% happy, though it was said to be successful.  The entire clot could not be removed. 

Jacob sir trusts it was all God's help - by night the rest of the clot matter also oozed off through the tube! He was back - in the field of action, continuing the projects.  But not the old energetic go-getter.  He has limited his operations, and withdrawn from various fields.  He, once used to long drives, no longer drives his car.  However, his working hours still prolong to 9.30 to 10.30 pm. And invariably, he is at the school, to guide and support its growth as the new venture with a different dimension than that of the typical ventures he had been with.

He recalls with shudders the impact of COVID.  A fast track project was already initiated. 300 strong workforce. 200 had been recruited and were in the project.  Shortage of staff, deadlines and regular threat of COVID. Somebody develops temperature, the entire batch has to be withdrawn.  Sometimes only 2 hours of work could be undertaken. Restrictions on transport required more buses.  It was a sacary time.  However, finally, the project was accomplished within the deadlines! A major feat, and a great and unforgettable experience. 

COVID revealed a very employee friendly feature of the entrepreneur - then, as well as now, before the new month begins, the salary due to the employee is credited in their account without fail, whereas several others schools faced pay-cut or deferal of payment! When Mr. George, the art teacher who was on extended service met with death, in spite of having settled all his due, thanks to the foresight of Mr. Jacob, the family could avail the insurance amount due to them.  It was a great blessing in distress. 

A very perceptive mind, as an experienced connosieur in the field of human resource, he is able to assess the potential of a candidate from the very first conversation - long years of people management has taught him adequate assessment science - not aptitude tests warranted! 

That is where we are meeting - Rajagiri for its tradition of academic excellence and Al Kaabi with its expertise in development projects; together to create a conducive learning environment and systems, world class. I guess, the initiative had come through  Mr Sunny Pallikkaparambil FCA, chartered accountant and long time financial consultant for Rajagiri institutions.  It was their friendship as contemporaries in attaining the coveted CA status, that led to roping in Rajagiri, when Mr Jacob thought of this eduventure, lest it becomes an adventure. That his son-in-law, Dr Aju Abraham, an accomplished psychatrist, and a board member of Rajagiri School Doha, is a Rajagirian, adds to the Rajagiri heritage of Rajagiri - Doha. 

Now celebrating the golden jubilee of his tryst with Qatar, he has witnessed the growth of Qatar from a rural, rustic, smalltime township to a megalopolis of world standards. The challenge is to match our presence as Rajagiri to this world class infrastructure the young nation has built up. 

The school team sees in him a fatherly figure - compassionate and very receptive to their personal problems and needs.  The Principal Sanjeevkumar vouches him for the gentleman he is - Jacob the just, who does not fail to pay the salaries due on or before the last day of the month, invariably - rain or shine, covid or post-covid! That, to him, is a rare experience among Qatar Indian schools. He recalls how Mr. Jacob receives the school officials - most of them Malayalees, which made them at ease.  When he sees them at the Management office room, he beckons them  in: 'baa saare' (Come in, sir); and once they step in, 'para sare' (tell, sir).  

In my assessment, Rajagiri is not merely his entrepreurial (call it edupreneurial) venture, rather it serves as his space for disguised philanthropy - Excepting the regular subject teaching, the human resource deployment of all other domains of the school has a philantrhopic logic, rather than an unavoidable human resource demand. That goes unsung - and that is the act of right hand hidden from the left hand.  Consistently shying away from all high profile social circles and publicity for his compassionate engagements, this doyen of Indian entrepreneurs of Doha, sticks to the Indira idiom, at least on this matter: kam baat adhik mehnet - less talk, more hardwork - and that is reflected in his daily routine, that extends beyond 9.30 pm in the evenings. 

With not-so-small a business empire around him, and more than 70 years behind him, he is still on his quest, the entrepreneur's zest untrammelled, with his eyes for every detail, but making very less of noise; and trusting the Lord, and drawing inspiration from His servant, the Thirumeni or Parumala...

Sunday, 8 January 2023

Ants, ...ants, ANTS and me

Ants - alert, industrious, persevering

Our younger days, being bitten by ants was so very common, as they were around all the place, and all the while. Ant-powder (urumpu podi, usually, DDT - continued to be used even after that was officially banned) was one of the essential items of the house, even being sprinkled in the kitchen, or anywherelese, as an effectie ant remedy, mostly killing them.  Those days, the reddish brown ants were of villanous nature, with a few of them projecting a bulbous back, and their bite used to be really stinging. There was also a general acceptance of the fact that even if they were there in the sugar you used for your tea, and in the process got killed, there was nothing wrong in consuming the tea, or even the ants along with them, as they were supposed to make your sight bright. Usually they used to be referred to us as katturumpu, and though they were considered a nuisance, their bite was referred to as a nuisance tolerable, an annoyance.   There was the famous idiom of being an ant in one's heaven (swargattile katturumpu) and there was a song referring to the lover girl as a 'katturumpu'  implying a tolerable or enjoyable pain or nuisance. 

Today, seaching google for kattrumpu  to find its English and scientific names, I am getting hits on the Malayalm serial on flowers channel named 'katturumpu', apparently a poplular one, though I have never watched it. 

They were contrasted with the other set of ants, who were found to be innocent and unharming, who would get past you or go over you, and yet would not bite or hurt. They used to be called kakkayurumbu, after their black colour which resembled the colour of the crows. Sometimes, they went around with a whitish attachment on them.  I am yet to discover what that was. 

The other set of venomous ants were misher or nisher or niru whom later we heard others call puliyurumbu, perhaps, they tasted of puli (tangy) or their bulbous bottom had an acidic content (formic acid?) which perhaps had a tangy taste.   Later on, I came across the names like weaver ant or green leaf ant (neythukaran or pachila urumpu).  They were our enemies as kids,  as they used to be infesting the fruit trees - guava, mango etc. making it threatening for us to climb them and gather fruits as we wished. Much later, in my stint with organic farming, they came to be treated as great friends, and sometimes, their colonies used to be introduced into our small farms to prevent the spread or attack of aphid (munja) on string beans. They are also called red ants (myrmica rubra), and I hear that red ant chutney (puliyurumbu chammanti) is now becoming a delicacy, though I have never seen or tasted it, that appears to a good way for human predators to manage them, and if this is gaining popularity, the farmer friendly ant becoming a threat to the farmers will be remote. 

But all this ant puranam, on account my recent interface with ants.  I am now an admirer of them. My cell on the 2nd floor, is an open terrace converted into a room.  Earlier, we used to do terrace farming, and we used to pile up soil for gardening together with organic manure on the terrace. And ants used to be there as if in the open earth.  Now the room was done, and cemented, then floor was further covered with vitrified tiles. Painted and whitewashed.  But to my great surpise, I found disciplined colonies of ants, much smaller variety of the katturumpu kingdom, arriving in the room, in no time after an exposed bit of food of any sort was there in the room, either on the floor or table or any nook or corner, or even if it were in a bag, they arrived as if alerted by a camera, or by an sms, and systematically apply themselves to the content till the trace of it is exhausted! Once I left a small box of sweets gifted to me, and forgot all about it.  It was kept in the ante-room, and when I opened it after a month or so, I found they were cleared fully with hardly any trace of it, in the process the paper box itself being consumed where the outer layer had the sugar sunk in. 

On such 'invitations', sometimes they mark thier route across the bed, or over the desk, and they let you work or sleep in peace, if you don't interfere with their march or work. They didn't even bother to do anything with you, and there were occasions, when I did sleep with the army marching on the one side of the mattress. 

If I found them really annoying, there were two options, one to physically remove them by sweeping the floor and transporting them else where, but they would come back. (I used to sweep them onto a dust-pan and throw them down from the third floor - that part is wild & garden, and throwing them down would not imply the typical nuisance of waste or litter being thrown down the street from an apartment up there! I did this with the assumption that on reaching ground, they would not be hurt! I should examine that).  But if you remove the cause of their attraction, the food particle or such source, they disappear from the scene in no time. They appear very intelligent - if the food item - nuts or sweets... - is packed in paper, they are bound to pounce on it in no time.  But if it were in a securely closed plastic pack or container, then they leave the content as untouchable, but let there be slight opening or careless closure of the lid, then they treat that as an invitation, and come and make merry with the content therein. 

And their perseverence and discipline are amazing.  You try to remove them, they take another route, and they go about in a very systematic manner. 

But, I have come across on rare occasions some ant sisters (most likely), whose sting can really be cause excruciating pain, with effect lasting for some time.  As if you were stung with a fire-needle. But in our sweet Kochi, they are rarely found. 

I recall that under the Zoology department of Sacred Heart College, we had a guide Rev. Dr. Carmely CTC  who had specialised in the area of ants.  I think we had couple of Ph Ds in that field under her.  However, the entomological branch of Myrmecology did not develop further; whereas Arachnology (of spiders) grew into a large shady tree, producing several Ph. Ds and having many additions to the body of knowledge. There was an interesting study on ant-mimicking spiders, which perhaps, had a healthy border crossing. 

I find them (ants) good teachers.  In Panchatantra we come across an ant story, an ant being rescued by a bird, and the ant returns the help by stinging the hunter with target set on the bird. 

They teach me 3 lessons: 

1. Alertness,  keen sensitivity to the changes around that affect them and grabbing opportunity

2. Pro-active as a well organised team - team work

3. Perseverance 

While I have grown to salute brother/sister ant, and to live in peace with them, I have come across a host of 'ants' that add to the richness of English language - this is 'whatsapp source' shared by my middle-school mate, Jose Menachery. 
1. 5 ants + 5 ants = Tenants.
2. To bring ant from another country into your country = Important.
3. Ant that goes to school = Brilliant.
4. Ant that's looking for a job = Applicant.
5. A spy ant = Informant.
6. A very little ant = Infant.
7. Ant that has a gun = Militant
8. Ant that is fat = Abundant.                                                8. Ant that is a specialist  = Consultant 😂
9. A proud ant = Arrogant 🤔
10. Ant that is cruel and oppressive = Tyrant
11. Ant that is friendly and lovely = Coolant
12. Ant that changed from evil to good deeds = Repentant
13. Ant that accumulated so much food in winter for summer = Abundant
14. Ant that doesn't need a change: Reluctant
15. An ant that keeps financial account = Accountant
16. Ant that occupies a flat = Occupant.
17. Very big ant = Giant
18. The best ant = Excellant 😉
19. Big ant = Elephant
20. Ant that is important = Significant
21. A sarcastic Ant = Mordant
22. An extremely fast ant = Instant
23. Shouting Ant = Rant
24. An ant that keeping changing = Constant.
25. A dirty Ant = Pollutant
26. Any you don't like = Irritant

I am sure, your ingenuity now tickled, you could edit and/or add on, and hit a half-century with them!!

ANTS, Ernakulam & Mitrakulam: My fellow planeter Jose, an engineer by training, and a rebel for peace, promotes an organisation called ANTS.  I think it is about Adventure and Natural Trekking (Society).  Likely that the rebel and novel challenge for  an open and harmonious living - 'Mitrakulam' (a clan of friends) in Ernakulam, is an off-shoot of the same.  


P.S. Fr. Austin, SH life-long mentor, a Professor of Zoology at SH, shares an incident.  Rajagiri kindergarten teacher, was stung by an ant friend, in front of the Kindergarten, and she collapsed and had to be taken to Social Hospital, just on the NH at HMT bus stop.  Dr. Chacko, the life-time doctor of the clinic treated her. And she was out of danger.  When, the director, Fr. Austin visited her, he found an empty bottle kept at her bed.  On asking the doctor, he clarified that he wanted to make sure that there was evidence for his having given the right treatment.  He added, so the ant-friends are not always that friendly!  How can they be: when 50 plus kilograms press upon a 2 gm life, and when it becomes for it,  a matter of life or death!! 

Saturday, 7 January 2023

I love SALWA - Epiphany 2023

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Jan. 6 - a meaningful feast among Christians. God manifests! I am glad for it, and look forward to the infinite and continuous manifestations of the infinte.   In this solitary state of my life, and the regular public ministry not permitted as per the work permit, the celebration was left to me. 

I had the usual provocation from my student Alan, with his Qatar Police company of Kochi al mallus.  Our plan to start off at 3.30 failed, but I managed to reach them by 4 am, it was drizzling. Our last trip and discovery of the calm blue waters of the northern tip of Qatar - Al Ruwais, had enamoured them, that they wanted to go there again, this time, with all their fishing gear. I was not averse to giving company, and, to get familiar and confident with the middle-east driving was also my agenda. 

However, in my limited knowledge of the geography of Qatar, I felt that it would be wiser to explore Abu Samra - the only border of the peninsula.    We hit the Salwa road at Jaida bridge. And as we approached the border, the drizzle gradually gathered momentum into a full-fledged rain and by the time we reached the last petrol pump and the point from where further South required special permissions or visa, it was down pour.  The distance of about 100 kms was covered in less than an hour, maintaining an average speed above 100 km per hour, in spite of the rain. Salwa was still some kilometres away, across the border, in KSA. 

We managed to find an al mallu tea shop, but struggled to get out of the car, as the rain was heavy with very fierce wind. We entered the tea shop and helped ourselves to hot  karak chai.  The glass partition and door were thoroughly shaking and when we mentioned Azar of the shop cautioned us better to sit away from that, lest it fall on us, and hurt us.  Azar and the rest of the Nadapuram guys serving the shop engaged us in interesting mallu conversations of Nadapuram-Kochi, iruttan-varattan, party politics and local problems. They also said about the possibility of crossing the border and travelling the middle-east on a multiple-entry Saudi visa.  (If days of my exile are extended, this could be a possibility to be explored). The sun was hesitant to come out, nor was his precursor.  Finally, it was about 6.40, and there was visibility.  We could sea the huge bus parking area for FIFA world cup, and the scores of buses and supply trucks lined up,  and the sealine beyond. 

The rain subsided, and we had a picture taken against the background of the restricted zone of the border.  We returned, the beautiful shore was beckoning, but was fenced to prevent free access.  The area was said to be under military control. However, 5 kilometers in Doha direction, we see the only seven star resort of Qatar, The Hilton with its ancillary a water theme park, visible from far.  We decide to explore and have a look at the place, having coming all the way.  The miles of beautiful ocean shore stretching along the western side of the land is now under the control of the hotel, and there is no access but through the hotel. We decide to explore on behalf of the school, with the director and assistants seeking information regarding the packages for children and elders. The marketing man in Alan is awakened, and then there is no stopping him.   And the staff is receptive to the idea; sales team is not around; however, we could see around, and the sales team would get back to us - we get access to the facilities of the hotel. 

The South side and North side pool areas with access to the scenic ocean shore are the unique selling point. I felt QR 150 with some meal package for a day time pass was not bad. All other attractions are for additional pay - e.g., Dolphin watch, kayaking, sunset ride, jet ski etc.  Access to the theme partk is for some QR 250 or so for a day-pass. The beach appeared quite protected and safe even for children. The other attraction is that you could see Saudi Arabia - houses and a silhoutte of hills, across the waters, not very far.

Affordability apart, that appeared to be the only place of attraction in the entire region.  No comments on the sae shore privatisation.  In this country, with every piece of land under the state, nothing much to be said about it. And, an average Qatari is more likely to be better disposed to the comforts of Hilton Resort, rather than a plain and open beach. 

As sun began to peep out, and weather becoming brighter, we looked at our options - whether to go to Dukhan and look for fishing options, or to explore the Misfir cave almost en route.  We opt for the latter.  The cave was worth our time and the little extra effort off-road.  With drizzle continuing, we feared whether the unbeaten track would give in.  But no, it was okay.  Just about 2 kilometers off-road, about 5 kilometers to the west of Salwa road,  we find this very unique cave, explained  by the probability of calcium deposits getting dissolved.  The cave appears big, as big as a hall to seat 200 plus, it has a curved ceiling, with the fissures on the rocky layers, giving the fear that the roof could cave in any moment.  The rubble piled up in the cave gives the appearance of limestone, which turns into soft desert sand after one covers almost two-third of the pile of rubble leading down to the bottom most point which is about 35 meters in depth from the surface.  It took 190 steps by me, and as per  the description a mere 65 metres.  The multiple layers of rock formation indicating varieties of sedimentation perhaps over millions of years, were very attractive. Some pigeons and bulbulls  find it a convenient shelter.  The surroundings form a farming region - with camel and sheep farms.  100 metres from the cave, there appeared a stretch of water like a small lake - it was just rain water logged into an area lying a littler lower.  The water does not get absorbed very fast year; nor does it get evaporated fast on account of the higher humidity of the region. 

We get back to Doha by 10.30 with the satisfaction of covered another end of Qatar, having enjoyed a rare rain of the desert, the fast drive, the splendid Hilton beach resort and the ocean view, and the small time adventure of Misfir cave. 

Happy for the epiphanies of the desert - the rare rain in all its fury, the beuty of the barren terrain, now all wet in the rain, that of the raised terrains, and Misfir, a most fit manifestation of the unfathomable creative power! 


 


Friday, 6 January 2023

ON MARTYR'S DAY - A PRAYER FOR PEACE, THE PLEDGE OF A PLANETER

Pallikutam, January 2023. https://www.pallikkutam.com/views/page.php?headline=a-prayer-for-peace&key=T1RBPQ==


As I stay awake and fast on the martyr's day

As I keep silence against the violence of the day

I wait and 'fight' for a world peace day

As I revere life given up for peace this day!


Peace in the Russians for peace for Ukraine

Peace in the Israelites for peace for Palestine

Peace in the Ethiopians for peace for the Eritreans

And Peace in the Chinese for peace for Taiwan!


Peace in Azerbaijan for peace for the Armenians

Peace in the Iraqis for peace in Kurdistan

Peace in the Talibans for peace in Afghanistan

Peace in the Iranians for peace in Iran


Peace in the Yemenese for peace in Yemen

Peace among the Somalians for peace for the Somalians

Peace in the Congans for peace for the Congans...

And for Libiyans, and for the Sryians


And for the Sudanese and for the Nigerians...

And peace between Pakistan and Hindustan

That peace be in me, that peace be there for many

That peace be there, between earth and me!


I raise my heart in prayer for peace

That strifes may end, and peace may sprout...

As I wait eagerly for the Sidra  I planted to sprout...

That in the desert of hearts there be green shades of grace.. 


And that peoples may seek to live in peace 

And to see the folly to fight for peace

May peace thus sprout, flourish and spread, 

Beginning within me..left and right, and up and down

A - U - AM  PEACE, PEACE, PEACE! 

OM, SHANTI, SHANTI, SHANTI!


Wednesday, 4 January 2023

Re-discovering Climate Resilient Food Culture - International Year of Millets

Indian Currents Jan. 16-22, 2023 pp. 26-27: https://www.indiancurrents.org/article-towards-a-better-food-culture-j-prasant-palakkappillil-1511.php


An India Government initiative to observe 2023 as the year of millets was accepted by the UN.  The subtitle goes thus: ‘unleashing the potential of millets for well-being of people and the environment’.  I would paraphrase it as: Millets for ONE Health – of people and of planet.   The subtitle goes thus: ‘unleashing the potential of millets for well-being of people and the environment’.  I would paraphrase it as: Millets for ONE Health – of people and of planet. As the global community moves towards the 2030 goals, though it might appear simplistic, I find focussing on millets can be one step closer to SDG 1 – no poverty, SDG 2 – zero hunger, SDG 3 – good health & well-being, SDG 11 – climate action, SDG 12 – sustainable consumption and production and SDG 15 – life on land.

Millets are collective group of small seeded annual grasses that are grown as grain crops, primarily on marginal land in dry areas of temperate, sub-tropical and tropical regions.

Millets belong to the grass family, known for their edible small-seeds, rightly translated in Malayalam as 'cheru dhanyangal' (small cereals). whereas, Hindi dictionaries give equivalents like 'jondhri' and 'mota anaj". 

It formed the staple food for several millions in India and across the world, especially those living in arid and semi-arid regions. I made an effort to get a comprehensive list from various sources, and I have arrived at this: 


  • Bajra (Pearl Millet)
  • Barri (Proso or Common Millet)
  • Choti Kangni (Browntop Millet)Jhanghora/Sanwa (Barnyard Millet)
  • Jowar (Sorghum) or Great Millet
  • Kangni/Kakum (Foxtail or Italian Millet)
  • Kodra (Kodo Millet)
  • Kutki/Shavan (Little Millet)
  • Ragi (Finger Millet)
  • Fonio (black and white) - one of the smallest grains, usually grown in West Africa.
  • Eragrostis Teff - a tiny Ethiopian grain, but rich in Calcium. 

 

The last two appear to be confined to African terrains, whereas, the rest of them are said to be available in India. 

Some others listed are: amaranth millet (Rajgira), Buckwheat millet (Kuttu) etc. 




 


 

Research in Millets

At Solapur, Maharashtra, under Indian Council for Agricultural Research (ICAR) Indian Institute of Millet Research (IIMR) has been established.  The research over the years have led to the development of high yielding and hybrid varieties. But my fear is whether we will lose the original germplasms in the concern for producing more. 

Research in ancillary technologies has led to developing machines that reduce the otherwise tedious task of extracting the edible part of the 'tiny nutrition balls'. 

Millet Crop World-wide

97% of millet production (and perhaps, consumption as well) happens in developing countries indicative of its utility for the vulnerable sections, facing food and nourishment challenges. 

Africa is the millet leader, producing 489 lakh tonnes from 423 lakh hectares, followed by Asia with 215 lakh tonnes from 163 lakh ha.  Though US cultivates just 53 lakh ha, its productivity is almost equivalent to that of the whole of Asia - 193 lakh tonnes! In India, production is concentrated in 6 states, viz., Haryana, Madhya Pradesh, Rajasthan, Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka and Maharashtra.  While the world-wide productivity is 1229 kilos/ha, India is marginally better with 1239/kilos per hectare. (This is to be compared with the average productivity of wheat at around 4.5 tonnes per ha., and that of rice ranging from 3 to 6 tonnes per ha.)!

While production has shown a steady increase of 228% from the 1950s to 2020, there is a steady decline in the total area cultivated since green revolution by 56%.  And millet share to the global food basket has shrunk to 6% from 20% of the pre-green revolution days. 

Advantages - A Means towards One Health (People, Livestock, Planet)

“Millets are incredible ancestral crops with high nutritional value. Millets can play an important role and contribute to our collective efforts to empower smallholder farmers, achieve sustainable development, eliminate hunger, adapt to climate change, promote biodiversity, and transform agrifood systems,” FAO Director-General QU Dongyu 

The attractions of this diverse crop varieties are their potential as a climate change resilient crop, requiring less water, which can grow in arid and semi-arid regions, lesser growth inputs when compared to the dominant crops like rice, wheat or maize and which needs and lesser duration.  The high yielding varieties may require greater inputs, and now about 80 hybrid varieties are available in India. 

Advantages from People's Health Angle:

  • Gluten free grains
  • Lower blood glucose response, making it a diabetes preventive food. 
  • It induces production of phase-2 detoxifying enzymes thus reducing cancer risk. 
  • Millets prevent the oxidation of low-density lipoproteins reducing lipase activity and hence hypertension occurrence.
  • Nutri-cereals on account of the richer content of minerals, vitamins, anti-oxidants and fibre (detailed analysis in: https://millets.res.in/millets_info.php) 

Advantages from Planet Health Angle:

  • Dryland crop with greater crop duration
  • Minimal water and other purchased input requirements (but responsive to higher inputs)
  • Resilient to climate change (C4 plant) and an ideal contingent plant.
  • Sustainable future food crop with multiple potentials - food (nutritional security), fodder, forage, fuel (energy).

Challenge:  As life-style diseases are on the increase, doctors have begun to recommend millets as a dietary substitute, and there is much more demand for this than before.  When it comes processed and attractively packaged, with the increased health benefits, they are now found to be more expensive than the dominant foodgrains like wheat or rice.  On the other hand, this increased income does not get shared with the basic and marginal farmers who are involved in its production.  A solution to this has to be found. 

Milleting our Lives in 2023 - Suggestions for Local or Institutional Actions

  • Identifying and presenting 'millet kitchen' - the various foods that can be prepared from millets.  Local Millet Food Fests. 
  • Millet Expos - Presenting, familiarising and storing various varieties of millets - original and hybrid collections
  • Health benefits unique to each variety of millet could be identified and documented.
  • Demo-plots by educational/religious institutions, voluntary development organisations and local government bodies.
  • Agri(millet)-cooperatives for seed-banks, credits, storage, fair marketing and promoting organic production of millets.  Preventive action against seed monopolies and genetic modification (GMO). 

I have made my choice with inclusion of the attractive red Ragi (finger millets) in porridge/dosa/puttu forms in my regular diet beginning with Jan. 1, 2023.  How about you? 

References: 

https://www.fao.org/newsroom/detail/international-year-of-millets-unleashing-the-potential-of-millets-for-the-well-being-of-people-and-the-environment/en

https://millets.res.in/

https://www.wellcurve.in/blog/different-types-of-millets/  

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millet

https://www.mygov.in/campaigns/millets/

https://www.nutricereals.dac.gov.in/IYoM2023/Data/M%20Health%20benefits.jpg

https://www.nutricereals.dac.gov.in/IYoM2023/Data/M%20USP%20Millets.jpg

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fonio