Covid care by Samaritans-Thanx Juhar Foundation,Mumbai

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…..after arranging oxygen cylinders through Oxygen Banks at different locations of West Odisha,now the Covid care shelter with oxygen concentrators, the Juhar Foundation of Juhar Parivar Mumbai has set an example for other such groups.

It was during the first wave of Covid-19 crisis.Many of the migrants were stranded in different parts of the country, waiting for some miracle to happen for their turn to return home.Migrants from all over the Odisha to Maharastra were running from pillar to post in Mumbai and adjoining areas seeking help for their return to different parts of Odisha.Then the Juhar Parivar ,Mumbai envisioned the idea and executed a herculene task of arranging their return.The Juhar Paribar,a socio-cultural organization consisting of people from western Odisha who are working or settled in Mumbai.Members of the group arranged buses to send the panicked migrant labourers who had lost their job or source of income and desparet to return home to Berhampur,Baleswar,Cuttack,Sambalpur,Khariar,Bolangir , Bhawanipatna and so on to all parts of Odisha.Juhar Paribar of Mumbai ensured that more than 5000 migrants from all the parts of Odisha Standard in Mumbai return to their loved ones safely.Also food for 40 days was arranged for them.The task was not easy.Initially buses were arranged and then help from railways, it was ensured that all were safely sent to their homes.After the first wave of pandemic ,some of the migrants stayed back and some returned back to their work places in Mumbai.But the help by Juhar Parivar could proved that in the time of crisis ,the cast,creed, religion and regional disparities fade away in front of the glow of humanity.The greetings of Juhar(greetings in Sambalpuri),Namaskar,Salam…..has only one meaning which is safety and well being of humans.Only one goal health for all.Here I remember a military way of greetings in paltoons of Assam rifles…..Tagde Raho (तगड़े रहे).. stay fit. Any one of the Assam Rifle meets a fellow soldier of an officer, he greets with “Tagde Raho” or Stay fit.

And then the even dangerous second wave of pandemic slowly gripped the whole of the country and Odisha though lately but completely came under the avoidable grip of the dreaded pandemic.Hospitals, clinics,creamation grounds slowly become insufficient.Patients have no option but to stay in home isolation.Supply chain of Oxygen to the critical patients fell short.Availabilty of oxygen was not an issue in Odisha,being a oxygen surplus state with many of its industrial units were diverted to produce the Medical grade oxygen and even supplying to other parts of the country.The issue was to deliver the oxygen in portable cylinders.Cylinders were not available with the growing numbers of patients and thanks to some greedy profit makers in the time of crisis and some panicked citizens hording the cylinders.

Again the Juhar Paribar Mumbai,swung into action.Pradeep Babu,Pratyush Babu,Deepak Babu,Sameer Babu and others of the Juhar Parivar envisioned the idea of support for oxygen delivery.Donors too come forward and it was decided to arrange oxygen cylinders directly from factories and send them to areas where the social groups of the locality can set up Oxygen Banks.At a number of places like Sambalpur,Khariar,Rourkela,Sundergarh etc were set up with these banks under the supervision and support of local volunteers.Free oxygen were made available at just a phone call,to the needy critical patients on home quarentine.

Oxy Bank at Sambalpur

But the pandemic was at its peak and havoc was all around. Beds to crtical patients was needed to be raised.And Juhar Foundation of Juahar Parivar did not hesitate to declare it’s pledge for support.

Beds with oxygen concentrator was planned to be set up at Trilochan Netralaya Jamadarpali center.Just at the outskirt of Sambalpur, the center was selected for setting up with 15 beds initially(to be raised to 50 later) and with oxygen concentrator for each bed under the supervision of two doctors and medical staff, would offer free Covid care facilities.Donors came forward with small and big amounts.Like the first wave when migrants were sent to all parts of Odisha,the present idea of Covid shelter can be extended to all parts where it is needed,with the support of local groups. The idea was lauded by all and Chief Minister of the state mentioned in a tweet…

The center was offered for public in the presence of volunteers and officials.It has an unique tag line which will prove to be a trend setter for rest of the Covid centers and it’s “Mita-Maharsad”.In local language ..friend or buddy or mentor who has his contact number pasted near the bed of patient.Each bed has one separate Mita-Maharsad who will call the patient and vice versa with the idea to give moral support to the patient.

The Covid shelter
The Mita-Maharsad
Oxygen concentrator

Now It’s the turn of administration to join hands with the Samaritans .It is a step to augment the efforts of government in tackling the pandemic. Any such inclusions of public will lessen the load on government machinery and also load on the crumbling health system day by day.A signature of approval from the CDMO office can help offer the facility to public.15 patints can be administered with oxygen and some life can be saved.We may loose a precious life for a single hour of delay.Its about 48 hours since the set up being inaugurated.

Participative approch from Samaritans and readynes to include the public by officials can solve many petty issues and pandemic can be faught jointly.

(I strongly believe in participative management.No a problem is big enough if red tapes and egos are set aside. My personal views .Finally the center was given approval and now functinal)

74 yrs back …when Covid19 Forced me to Jungles.

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A true story that had happened 74 years back in 2020-21. A man in jungle narrates a horrifying story to the King.

Sometime in the year 2095, The King came to know about a jungle from satelite images. He was surprised to see the people moving about their everyday routines inside the jungles without any masks or oxygen cylinders. So were the scientists and media curious to find. The sharp images from the satellites generated curiousity among the intelligentsia. Pictures obtained from drones and robots dropped from such drones confirmed the news. The King immediately called on a zoom meeting and ordered his ministers to arrange a visit to this jungle. Unaware about the ways of the jungles, a team of ministers started with studying the old digitalized documents about trees, jungles, wild animals and the ancient humans of the era when using masks, PPE kits, carrying Oxygen cylinders or solar powered oxygen concentrators on the back were not normal. They found it strange yet interesting to learn about these people.The digitalised documents were found from archive of 2018.

A plan was scheduled for the following week. All preparations started in full swing. Logistics were arranged. Laser guided guns, AI robots, Solar powered oxygen concentrators and cylinders were packed. Sufficient number of PPE kits and masks for hourly changeovers, and single seater helicopters ensuring social distancing were called for.

As the team reached the jungles, sanitization of the area was done. Just before taking it into custody, one strange looking man was found roaming around happily with no PPE kits or oxygen cylinders on his back. The team members had never been outside of their home since birth neither the King had ever.Seeing the world outside and such humans without maaks, was really astonishing for the team.The brain mapping of the strange people of jungle were made with scanners and after through study it was ascertained that they were not harmful and the gene matched with the team members.It was a mater of sigh for all knowing that the man in jungle has all similarity with us.Then the interview of these junglee man was started.The man narrates……the language was not understandable and so the brain was mapped to know what he wanted to tell….It was 15th August 2095 and the man wanted to tell…

……….76 years back, My fore father reached here.They say…in year 2020-21 a strange pandemic Called Covid-19 had engulfed the whole country.People were dying all over.Oxygen was not available.The King said ,oxygen is in short supply.Vaccines to fight is in short.All problem was due to some Jawahar who had ruined the country in the past.My father asked the King,but that is why we made you the King.Can you promise us a better life? The King replied, if everything goes well in our country,then China would have an evil eye on us.So I don’t want to do it fast.We will develope slowly.First, all temples,Masjids,Churches will be developed where God will reside, who will pull all of us out from the misery.Then Oxygen plants,Medicine plants would be developed.Dont worry we have all chucked out.A detailed plan is finalised by NITI ayog. Then,my fore father questioned the King, if at this juncture you set up plants, when the patients would be made available with oxygen.The questions from my father irritated the King.He ordered his Police to arrest him on charges of disobedience…bla….bla….bla.My father enquired again…I don’t know about the past who had ruined the country…I have chosen you to rectify…and I have all rights to question you.The questions further irritated the King.He called my fore father and ordered him go away into the jungles where there was oxygen.Seeing no way out ,my fore father came here with family into the jungles.Till then we all are here.

The jungles

During a changeover of oxygen cylinder,the King felt that the cylinder is not required.He can breath without a cylinder.He was impressed.ImmidIetely ,the King ordered to plant trees all over the country. The junglee man intervened.He said, O King ,if you plant tree now, it will take years to grow.You need urgent solution.Then the King asked him a question.What should be the solution then?

The man replied.It has been 74 years since 2021 and the pandemic is still persisting.King alone can not fight it.You need participation from the citizens.You have to bring them together.You have to listen the critics.Shunting every one can not be a solution.The citizen is not intrested about the emperors of the past.He is not intrested about King Jawaar-I or Jawaar-II.Now, the present regime should talk to the people, what they want.Make policy which is required by the people, not expect people to follow policy, what the King want.

Before finishing the story, the man became unconscious.The doctor examined and confirmed that the team has already infected the jungle man with Covid-94.

( as the forefather has left into the jungles at the end of 2021 and so he was not knowing that there were time when the pandemic could have been tackled.But greed to stay in power by policians,Lack of involvement of public and failure of policy makers did not felt the dire need of helthcare system .They could not fore see it.Rest of the things were unknown to the man in jungles and they were living happily till 15 Aug 2095 when the first case of Covid-95 registered in the jungle…and then continued.)

Oxygen Bank and Sambal-the Savior

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SAMBAL: A group of dedicated humans in Sambalpur, Odisha, India. From cremation of unclaimed dead bodies to arranging blood for a needy patient, they are just a phone call away and the job is done. And now the Oxygen Bank.

Covid pandemic is at it’s peak in this small sleepy town of western Odisha. Beds and oxygen cylinders are falling short. Patients are gasping for oxygen in the hospitals and home isolations. And the reason is not the lack of availability of oxygen. Odisha, in fact is an oxygen surplus state providing oxygen to states all over the country. The problem is rather the shortage of oxygen cylinders. And when this was realised, ideas came into the minds of the members of Sambal. Small numbers of cylinders were arranged and a bank was created, where patients in home isolation or on the way to hospital were attended to by the dedicated team of Sambal, 24×7.

But, arranging more cylinders was not possible when on the other hand, the number of patients increased days by day. All avenues were explored to get cylinders, but either the cylinders vanished into the Hoarding stores of greedy businessman or in the houses of panicked citizens. Supply of empty cylinders was no where in sight. Funds to purchase the cylinder from far away places of other states was another problem.8

But as the saying goes, “Where There Is A Will, There Is A Way”. Futher if the intentions are good, God send someone for the rescue.

Juhar Paribar of Mumbai is another group of people from the western part of Odisha, some settled and some working in Mumbai away from their home towns. Definitely the emotions for their place of origin never fades. Learning about these problems, the group spins into action. Meetings followed by fund raising and SOS to Paschim Odisha Paribar(Western Odisha Family) were conducted. Even from friends from abroad, funds were received.

Oxygen cylinders were sent to Sambalpur and Sambal Oxygen Bank was filled with cylinders.The idea did not get confined to Sambalpur. Similar banks were opened in Bolangir, Bargarh, Jharsuguda, Rourkela, Kalahandi with the help of social work organisations.Oxygen cylinders were purchased directly from factories and sent to required places by the Juhar Foundation Mumbai. Patients were supplied with oxygen by the dedicated team of volunteers round the clock.

But the pandemic is at it’s peak. Any numbers of cylinders are not able to fulfill the ever increasing demand. Even the funds to purchase cylinders are getting exhausted.

In such a time, a donation from an unexpected corner was inspiring for others and sure more will follow. Photophilics, a group of amateur photographers decided to come forward.An instant meeting by its members were called and 1 lac rupees were collected for donation to the Juhar Foundation to supply cylinders for Sambal.

Photophilics.
Members donating cylinders to Sambal Group.
Cylinders arranged by Juhar FoundationMumbai.
Contact No for emergency

More such banks are in pipeline. Rairakhol, Atthmalik, Sonepur, Baudh, Sundergarh are in plans for such initiatives. Juhar Foundation members are working out plans to reach out and help the needy.

Volunteers of Sambal, the saviors are working tirelessly to meet the growing demand from the growing number of patients.

But funds to meet this demand is not easy to garner. The clubs, social groups and volunteers needs to donate and strengthen the helping hands of Juhar Paribar and Samabal or any other such groups associated with.

In the entire episode, the hands that were seen in ଜୁହାର (Juhar – salute) ମୁଦ୍ରା (Mudra – gesture) before elections are no where to be seen. The men called leaders have been hibernating in their luxury. Funds that should come voluntarily from these hands are missing. And the common man has to undertake numerous ଜୁହାରs (Juhars) and ମୁଣ୍ଡିଆs (Mundias) – to go around begging for help – for his bare survival in this Covid inflicted world.

Juhar (salute) to the Pashcim Odisha Mumbai Paribar and the only Sambala(resource) now to fight the crisis – The volunteers of Sambal group, Sambalpur.

(you can be a part of this social cause.Come forward to help in this crusial time. Write your comment to reach the Juhar foundation or Sambal group)

If the Cow could Tweet-@mrscow.

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In India Twitter handle has proven to be the most sought-after mode to lodge a grievance and in many occasions the grievances were addressed too if tagged to CMO/PMO etc.Thanks to the recent government for encouraging the social media way of asking help.The railways happens to be the most prompt in reaching out to the needy.

Now coming to a recent incident, where,unfortunately the complainant was not having a Twitter handle, the illiterate cow.

On the last Sunday, my wife received a call from one Rajendra Satnami, a true social worker, arranging free education facility to the needy children of slum area.For him there is no Sunday or Holiday.He is not paid by any employer.After listening to various call from my wife, to probable helping hands and medicos, I came to know that a pregnant cow was lying on the road with a half delivered calf.Unable to deliver the calf the mother cow had been in pains and in the need of urgent medical help.Mr Rajendra had tried to call some others, including the veterinary department.All have reached to the spot, except the Vet.

Neither the Vet not the ambulance reached for the rescue as it was a Sunday…..Another fault of the cow who has chosen the Sunday to deliver. Ignorance is Crime!!!

Finally Mr Rajendra decided to call the local shepherd(gwala) who again was not having a Twitter handle.The Gwala could understand the importance of Sunday with his several previous experiences when his calls were ignored like Rajendra’s.After all, it is Sunday and without a Twitter handle to tag the Vet department along with CMO, neither the ambulance nor the Director would move.It is beyond their call of duty.They are paid professionals , not the Saviours. Sunday is a Holiday. Sunday must be a No work -No pay day, I guess for the Vet department.

But the team of Gwala and Rajendra could deliver the dead calf and saved the mother cow which is recovering now.But again, the basic question…Is Twitter handle mandatory? Should Vet doctor respond on Sundays? Great question.After all doctor are said to be saviors!!!!

(But important Lessons for the cattle folk…..1)Postpone your delivery schedule to Other day except Sunday.2)All Cows must have a Twitter handle)

Fially, Thank you Doctors of Vet department for enlightening us about the importance of Sunday.

More Bhagidari-Less Netagiri.

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It is always a pleasure to find a problem solved.Particularly the problems where a Government agency is at delivery end and public is at receiving end.It is often considered as a herculean task to bring the Government Babu to deliver.But , I personally see in a different angle.Government Babu is not always reluctant to deliver. There are different reasons for the blame game. Like..scarce resource….interfernce from political masters…attitude of the Babu and more importantly the lack of understanding between the Babu and public.

Running to the Neta is not the solution.Your problem is not in the priority list of Neta.And more importantly your problem is an opportunity for the Neta to serve you and our Neta are very eager to serve the public.Neta always prefer that his public should always have one or more nagging problem so that he/she keep on getting opportunity to serve the public.

In one such case of Bhagidari or modern-day management study or participative management which I experienced, worth mentioning here.The water supply by PHED to the locality was very poor and lot of mistrust was brewing up in the public.As usual blaming the Goverment Babu and ignoring the own mistake of wastage of water….A request to Neta….let us gherao the office…and many other ideas to solve the issue were muted……But one important point i.e public-babu participation to solve the issue, was missing.

A formal request and several telephone calls could not solve the issue.Neither he is available at office not reach to the site .The public was furious and Babu was not in a mood to have a discussion with public.May be he was fearing a gherao…but I am sure he was not insensative to the issue.He was trying hard to solve.

One fine day after four days of regular phone calls…I too was losing the hope when I decided to call him to the site.Altough he did not garner enough courage to reach, but sent his staffs.The staffs were taken to site and not only the problems but the solutions also were discussed. No hallabol…no netagiri..only pure talk to find a solution.A participative management…Bhagidari or whatever you say…..finally after two hours of deliberation, we reached to a solution. Supply was now normal.

Happy to see the problem ended and sorry that we could not give any of the Netas, the opportunity to serve.

During the course of discussion with the Babu over phone , I and some others expressed our desire to get some water for bath , if possible we could reach to his house, I disclosed. The wheel of participative management started revolving faster then.It was not a veiled threat, but another way of polite request for water.

Problems will be there till the society exist.Solution has to be found out by mutual trust , participation and patience from both the ends…the public and the Babus.

Searching my Ram whom I voted as Ram.

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Couple of days back I was listening Dr Kumar Biswas on Yutube, a programme “ApneApne Ram”.Ram, whom we worship as God, like whom we all wish to be, like whom we wish all others to be, including the Raja whom I choose in my constitutional assembly, the constitutional authorities and so on.

In the night before Rajposhi next morning, Bhagwan Ram was called by his father to meet him.Ram unknown about the future like the candidates unknown about the result awaiting inside the EVM, reached to his father sitting in a dark room.Difference was ofcourse that he was not having iota of worry about the result, as usual with his ever smiling face reached to his father.His father disclosed that the Rajposhi is cancelled and he should be ready to go to the jungles for 14 years.

Unlike an official, succumbed to depression after getting his transfer order to jungles or a neta defeated in election,he instead rushed to his mother and told that father has made him the king of jungles…पिता देहि मोहि कानन राजू.He is Ram..the message of positivity.The narration by Dr Kumar Biswas was even more inspiring to made me listen to the Ram Katha again and again.

The otherday, in the evening I was driving my scooter in my small town.Sometimes the Ram Katha, sometimes my ego getting hurt by the superbiker who just overtook me( ईर्ष्या), then again the fear of traffic police(भय), even though I had my mask and valid Driving licence etc with me….again Dr Kumar Biswas delivering Ram Katha….flashing simultaneously in one head.Ten things, sometimes to be like Ram and sometimes negativitity, I wondered…am I Ravan.Unknowingly,I was swinging between positivity and negativity..never sticking to the teachings from Ram.But expecting the other to be a Ram.

I was just thinking to cleanse my mind of all negativity and when, suddenly a rich man’s expensive car overtook me through the narrow opening between me and a cyclist on my right.Irritatingly my eyes went straight to the number plate.But the numbers were small enough in comparison to the red plate over the numberplate, MLA##### written on it, in golden letters.This happens in our part of India.We when loose,normally resort to vandalism and when win ,we distance ourselves from the very people who had made us to win.We put special number plates, Red lights and sometimes black screens on the glasses of the spooky cars, just to distance ourselves from the populace, who suddenly become lesser beings. The very people who had made him Ram or Raja, were considered a security threat necessitating heavy police arrangements, priority traffic ways.

Irritation and hatreadness had creeped into my mind about the occupant of this spooky car, which I can never own in my lifetime.How can he, who is elected by me as Ram,can overtook me so dangerously………….The ego and anger in me was overtaking the Ram Katha by Dr Biswas.

Again the Katha….when Ram went to Dandakaranya forest.He never asked for any special security, any special help from his maternal uncles who were reigning the Kosalas, nearby Dandakaranya.He was in his foots, no expensive chariots, no special security arrangements, no special traffic to stop general public.People on the way joined him in the fight against negativity.The smile of positivity in his glowing face, the resolve to serve the people of his new Rajya, the forest.The resolve to liberate his people from demons on the way, did not necessitated him to ask for special cars or special Red lights or special number plates or special security from the very people for whom he was providing security.He was there among the people, always.No tinted glass between him and his people.

But am I Ram? I asked myself. The anger and ego, yet to subside.Sometime Ram and sometime Ravan flashing in my single head.

Not sure who is Ram and who is Ravan.Is it him or I.But one thing is sure…he is one among us.He has reached there from us only.To see him as Ram, I have to be like Ram.

For him to be Ram, he has to open the tinted glass, remove the special tag, walk alongside the public.Shun the pseudo fame!!!

Chadhei Club and Bird conservation.

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Birds are beautiful creations of God as we human beings. They have equal rights on this planet as we humans have. However, knowingly or unknowingly we sometimes poach them, destroy their habitats leading to dwindling numbers of species and sometimes to the extent of extinction. And thus the need for awareness and conservation of birds is felt. There are bird lovers around the world who work for this cause of conservation and awarness drive.Whatever small effort may it be, but is laudable.One such group of people is the “CHADHEI CLUB” of Sambalpur, Odisha, India.A group of bird enthusiasts have come together under the banner of Chadhei Club, a registered club, who go to different villages around Sambalpur and create awareness drive for conservation of birds and their habitats.Photographer by hobby, and with different professional backgrounds these birders move out to people on Sunday and other holidays to spread the message of compassion for birds.To save the birds and their habitats. Chadhei means Bird in the local language and thus the name of the Club, the “CHADHEI CLUB”….. Hanging camera and binoculars on their shoulder, water bottle in one hand, on weekends they slips into the forests of adjoining area, in search of birds and noting down the names and counts Sometimes to a local villages to create awareness.

Birdman
Birdman
Purple heron
Small praticole
Crested lark
Paradise flycatcher
Common kingfisher
Tufted ducks

One such successful story of awareness…..the man who changed his means of livelihood for the sake of birds.

His name is Bhakta, a man in his 60s. Presently staying near Durgapali, Sambalpur in a thatched house.A poor man but with a rich heart for birds.Once upon a time he was selling Parrots, Quails and other birds.Used to capture them from the jungles and sell them in the town to earn his livelihood.His only source of income .Once the members of Chadhei Club came to know about him and reached to him for counseling. He was being shown photos of different birds, their habitats, the usefulness of birds around us. He was told about our motto and requested him to join us. By that time he was so fascinated about the birds, that he declared his resolve to quit his profession….then what you will do…how you will earn your livelihood, the members exclaimed. He was firm on his decision. The members then left with the hope and promise to help him if required, for any other profession if he choose.

……one year later, the birders of Chadhei club again reached to the man.The scene was unchanged.Same thatched house, same man with grey hair sitting inside with the days catch of fish from the nearby river Mahanadi, as a source of livelihood.No sight of captured birds, no cages to keep the captured birds.A big smile on his face seeing the members and welcoming with folded hands, a sight, enough to bring tears of happiness in the eyes of Chadhei club members.We succeeded in our effort.But what about his livelihood.He disclosed that he has shifted to fishing.His son now is working a small part-time job in the municipality.More satisfying was his concern for the destruction of habitat nearby which earlier used to be a breeding ground of Scallybreasted Munia.He promptly took us for a round to the nearby area and started complaining about the damage done.With the promise to take up his concerns and offer to come forward for any help in future, the members returned.

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Bhakta- the birdman.

Bhakta, the Birdman is our hope to succeed in our effort for conservation.

More and more such people will join.There are many such stories and will try to write some other day.

For Chadhei Club..keep doing the best…..keeping the saying in mind.

मैं अकेला ही चला था जानिब-ए-मंज़िल मगर

लोग साथ आते गए और कारवाँ बनता गया

Debrigarh Wildlife Sanctuary by Odisha tourism-In search of Small Pratincole Birds…My travel diary

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Debrigarh Wildlife sanctuary on the banks of Hirakud reservoir near Sambalpur is known for its wide range of flora and fauna.The sanctuary is home to a large species of wild animals, reptiles, butterfly and birds.Due to its proximity to the huge water body of Hirakud, the sanctuary also attract a large number of migratory birds to it’s banks.The pristine beauty and wilderness of nature at this sanctuary is frequentented by tourists from every corner of Odisha and neighboring states also.The cottages inside the sanctuary offers a peaceful and memorable sojorn in the lap of nature for the tourists. The best time to visit the sanctuary is from June to October.We the members of “Chadhei Club” decided to visit for documenting the Small Pratincole which normally nests during March every year.The place of our interest was the Chiurasimal area where on the banks of reservoir the Small Pratincole nests on ground.On 14th of Mar2021, being Sunday, we decided to go into the sanctuary as most members are free from office on Sunday.All agreed to start after lunch as weekly marketing of vegetables can not be escaped….Home-office-hubby-hobby- balance.

The Dbrigarh Santuary is 15 Kms far from Sambalpur and we were 8 members.At 1PM the temperature in Sambalpur was not that bad but I preferred some PAKHALA( water rice) with curd and small fish fry, to avoid dehydration.We five drove in my Nexon car and 3 others of the group in another car from Sambalpur at 1.30/PM.We had hired a 8 seater safari for Rs 3200/- provided by the Santuary from Dodokusum entry gate.On the way Ashis dada, the ace photographer and Javannath Bag had their lunch on the wayside dhaba.Finnaly we reached at the Dodokusum entrygate at 2.15PM and were welcomed by our friend and guide Sri Bhubaneswar Patra.Patra is an employee of the forest department , photographer and birder.The escort and guide normally are done by the trained volunteers of the nearby village.The entire tourism package is managed by these volunteers but Patra being a bird enthusiast escorted us.After a brief description about the sanctuary and it’s wilderness and habitats at the briefing hall we started for the journey into the Santuary on our hired safari vehicle.Our cameras ready to click for any birds on the way till we reach Chourasimal where we will see the nesting grounds of Small Pratincole.

Briefinghall

Our 8 seater safari vehicle started rolling on the surpentine narrow dusty forest road flanked by trees on both sides and crossed by water streams running down from the mountains.We were entering into the Barapahada mountain range.I was told that once the dense forest and barapahada(12 mountains range) was the place of guerrilla war by Veer Surendra Sai against the British authority here in Sambalpur.Also there are Rock art sites inside the forest, Ashish dada told which he had documented earlier.But we were now for another goal, to find the SmallnPratincole.The beauty of nature was mesmerising with the music of bird calls.Occasionaly Ashish data scolding Biswanath to keep quite…else the wild animals and birds will not be visible..and suddenly the vehicle brakes screamed and the driver warned…shhhhhh…there is something..all silent..what may be …a Samber…spotted dear….hyena…or leopard…heartbeat rose….camera ready and clicked the first encounter with the wilderness…a herd of bison led by the muscular, huge male, eyes locked on us, the unwanted intruders in his territory and our lenses locked on his eye…first click…second..third….camera was on continuous mode clicking as much we could gather the beautiful encounter with wilderness…

Mr Bison and family
The road to wild

Not disturbing further we moved ahead. Langoors playing on the trees and some sitting on the road blocking our way ahead.Feeding them is strictly prohibited and we were empty of any eatables except water bottle.

Another group of tourist were behind us and we were taking time clicking.We allowed them to overtake us.

On the way Sambar, Wildbore, Spotted deer, Black-headed Ibis , Pecock, and many others…some looked astonishingly at us…some panicked..

Curious Sambar.
Spotted deer
Black headed ibis

Most interesting finding which brought a big smile on the face of Ashis data and Patra babu was the Shama..a shy bird very rarely visible around this area.Sitting at a fair distance, the sight obstructed by twigs and branches , the backside was only visible.We kept on waiting till it turn around to pose for us…the beauty of it’s chestnut coloured frontside.

The Shama.

It took us around one hour to reach the place we were headed to find Small Pratincole.the Chaurasimal .After getting down from the vehicle and at small walking distance we found our golden destination…the place where the small pratincole have been sitting as if welcoming us for the photo shoot.Yet to start nesting but started gathering in flocks and we did not took much time to click before the sun slips down behind the barapahada…It will take a week or so before they nest and lay eggs.In groups they have started choosing the best possible site and mates.

The Smal pratincoles.

After taking some here and there snaps we decided to get back with the hope to see the leopard which Patra babu said are 15 in numbers and may be sighted during dawn on our way back.

Sun God has already on the other side of mountains..giving the nucturals to come out from there hides.Langoors had started to move up the trees.Sambars & Bisons have started gathering closely. Ready to protect themselves and the calves from the leopards.Birds had stopped singing.We could not see the leopard but the preparedness to fight it and survive among the animals was evident.

On our return we reached to the cottage area where Patra babu had arrange tea.Already we were late and the Pakhala(wter rice) during lunch was not sufficient to keep me energetic till now.Biswanath had brought some snacks like MUDHI AND MIXTURE which were left in the car.All of us sat to finish the snacks , sat on the dyke , the boundary of dam and road to sanctuary.

At the ecotour cottage
Mudhi and mixture

The pratincole will be nesting within a week.We need to stay in contact with Mr. Patra for the latest.We will be back again to record the Pratincoles….their nestings.

A place of weekend trips by #Odisha tourism.

United Nations and santhakabi Bhimabhoi.

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Today on this day of 25 the Feb, 2021, the 148th Mahima mela started for 3 days at Joranda, Odisha the holy place for many Mahima followers.On this day let’s remember the poet, composer, a follower of the Mahima sect, Santhakabi Bhimabhoi.

(Photo copied from Google)

Bhimabhoi was born in Jatasinga near Subalaya of Subarnapur in Odisha.Born in 1850 in a poor family of Kond cast he was blind since birth.Married to Annapurna and had two daughters.His name was Mukunda Das by birth.He was a follower of Mahima Gosain, the Guru of the Mahima sect. Bhimabhoi was dedicated to the upliftment of the socially deprived section.His writings are testimony to the social condition of his times.He being blind could not write so he used to sing then in a catchy manner and his followers would write them. The writings were appealing to the masses divided in strict casteism.His preaching were so popular in those days that the Mahima sect spread not only in Odisha but to parts of Assam, Westbengal, and adjoining states of Odisha.

He died in 1895 at Khaliapali of Sonepur district and the last remnant are kept in a temple at Khaliapali, the Samadhi pitha.

His writings are maintained on the walls of the temple.

His famous writing is inscribed on the walls of United Nations…..

…….witnessing the plethora of plights on earth how one could bear with, let the world gets redeemed at my cost….

The writings that are inscribed on the walls of United Nations in different languages.

(Khaliapali is near Sonepur Odisha and can be accessed by road.)

Buddhism and Pargalpur,Odisha-

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The Vajrayan form of Buddhism religion originated in Odisha before spreading to Mangolia through Tibet, China, and Japan. There are many remnants of Buddhism throughout Odisha and Baudh in particular. Baudh is the town in India that has its name derived from Buddha. Such a huge number of remains, points out the fact that in earlier days Buddhism was deep-rooted in Odisha. Although not much population now practice, still there are pockets of Athgarh area where the practice is still prevailing.One such site of interest is Pargalpur.The name is derived from the Buddhist deity Pragalva.

Around 28 KMs from the Boudh town, the village Pragalpur has remains of Buddhism. A badly damaged statue of Budhha is kept inside the temple.Hardly 1 KM away from another Buddhist monastery at Syamsunderpur.

Buddhism was at its peak in this area during earlier days is visible from findings of this remains and monastery nearby.From unknown reason , there is hardly any practise of Buddhism left in this area at present.

Apart from Pargalpur, there are many other places nearby Baudh where such remains are available in plenty. One such sign of the deep prevalence of Buddhism is the availability of Buddha in Bhumisutramudra at a Shiva temple in the town of Baudh.It points out the parallel existence of Budhaism and Saivasm in those times.

In Bhumisutramudra

The Siva temple.

The practices of Buddhism has left it’s impact in dance forms as well.The Danda Dance of this area has steps similar to Buddhism dance in the monastery.

Once in it’s peak the practice of Buddhism slowly vanished from Odisha before migrating to China, Japan, Tibet, Nepal and Mangolia through the trade routes leaving behind the remains statues and monasteries badly damaged state, all over Odisha