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Sunday, June 8, 2008
Terrace Gardening: The New Buzzword of City Folk
Urban agriculture, indoor agriculture, city farming, metropolitan agriculture and terrace gardening are the new buzzwords being heard today by the urban dwellers. It is a well-known fact that the world is undergoing climate change in many places as a result of which floods and droughts have become the recurring phenomena. Impacts of climate change on agriculture are now real and palpable. It is reported by the Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) that ‘global hunger may worsen in 2008 amid increasing food prices and reduced crop production in poor countries caused, partly, by drought and flood associated with climate change’. India, China, Bangladesh, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Democratic Republic of Korea, Indonesia and Philippines were witnesses to the floods, storms and droughts during 2006 as a result of climate change and the trend is likely continue in the future. According to UNO, the proportion of urban population rose to 47% in 2007 and is expected to touch a level of 60% by 2030. This would, no doubt, have a telling impact on the global warming and climate change. It is in this context, roof gardening, container gardening or terrace gardening has assumed added significance.
Terrace gardening refers to the cultivation of vegetables, fruit crops, flowers and medicinal plants on the terraces of dwelling houses, in pots, trays, cement boxes or containers. Any family having a terrace above their dwelling unit could undertake this activity for profit as well as pleasure. There are many terrace gardens in Bangalore in which different kinds of vegetables are raised in pots of 12” inner diameter, that meet the domestic needs of vegetables for the family throughout the year. This avoids the hassle of going to the market every day to fetch vegetables for cooking. Moreover, the vegetables that we buy from the market are grown around the city using pesticides, fungicides, inorganic fertilizers and water from the effluents containing toxic substances, which pose a serious health hazard to the people. It is now possible to raise quality vegetables using organic home wastes and converting them into compost with the help of earthworms. According to Dr B.N.Viswanath, author of “A Handbook of Organic Terrace Gardening”, producer of documentaries on agriculture, and a pioneer of terrace gardening in Bangalore, one can grow at least “six vegetables per season and can get an yield of about 10 kg per week which will be around 40 kg per month and 480 kg per year, provided he has a space of 600 sq.feet on the terrace”. He is being practical when he says it as he has been working in this field since 1994, and is now engaged in conducting training programmes/workshops for city-dwellers in and around Bangalore. It is heartening to note that he has trained and motivated more than 2000 housewives so far on terrace gardening, who are successfully practising terrace gardening now.
(Dr B.N.Viswanath conducting a workshop on Terrace Gardening at AME, Bangalore, on 7th June 2008)
There is a need to popularise terrace gardening in all cities across the country as it offers many benefits to its practioners like supply of chemical-free, fresh fruits and vegetables for the family, utilisation of household organic waste as manure, and reduction of pollution in the micro-climate, apart from providing all members of the family with a healthy hobby that promotes not only love of plants in them but also a general concern for the natural environment. Besides, such terrace gardens in big cities could help reduce global warming to certain extent. Adds Dr Viswanath, “Leafy vegetables like amaranthus, coriander, fenugreek, and Indian spinach, gourds like pumpkin, ash gourd, bitter gourd, ridge gourd, little gourd, cucumber, water melon, musk melon, root vegetables like radish, carrot, beetroot, onion, and garlic and many other vegetables like brinjal, bhendi, tomato, cabbage, cauliflower, capsicum, cluster bean, cowpea, French bean, peas, chillies, etc., could be successfully grown by the residents of Bangalore city”.
For free guidance, organising workshops on terrace gardening, information on inputs required for terrace gardening, etc., Dr B.N.Viswanath could be contacted on his mobile phone: +91-9845627217.
Terrace gardening refers to the cultivation of vegetables, fruit crops, flowers and medicinal plants on the terraces of dwelling houses, in pots, trays, cement boxes or containers. Any family having a terrace above their dwelling unit could undertake this activity for profit as well as pleasure. There are many terrace gardens in Bangalore in which different kinds of vegetables are raised in pots of 12” inner diameter, that meet the domestic needs of vegetables for the family throughout the year. This avoids the hassle of going to the market every day to fetch vegetables for cooking. Moreover, the vegetables that we buy from the market are grown around the city using pesticides, fungicides, inorganic fertilizers and water from the effluents containing toxic substances, which pose a serious health hazard to the people. It is now possible to raise quality vegetables using organic home wastes and converting them into compost with the help of earthworms. According to Dr B.N.Viswanath, author of “A Handbook of Organic Terrace Gardening”, producer of documentaries on agriculture, and a pioneer of terrace gardening in Bangalore, one can grow at least “six vegetables per season and can get an yield of about 10 kg per week which will be around 40 kg per month and 480 kg per year, provided he has a space of 600 sq.feet on the terrace”. He is being practical when he says it as he has been working in this field since 1994, and is now engaged in conducting training programmes/workshops for city-dwellers in and around Bangalore. It is heartening to note that he has trained and motivated more than 2000 housewives so far on terrace gardening, who are successfully practising terrace gardening now.
(Dr B.N.Viswanath conducting a workshop on Terrace Gardening at AME, Bangalore, on 7th June 2008)
There is a need to popularise terrace gardening in all cities across the country as it offers many benefits to its practioners like supply of chemical-free, fresh fruits and vegetables for the family, utilisation of household organic waste as manure, and reduction of pollution in the micro-climate, apart from providing all members of the family with a healthy hobby that promotes not only love of plants in them but also a general concern for the natural environment. Besides, such terrace gardens in big cities could help reduce global warming to certain extent. Adds Dr Viswanath, “Leafy vegetables like amaranthus, coriander, fenugreek, and Indian spinach, gourds like pumpkin, ash gourd, bitter gourd, ridge gourd, little gourd, cucumber, water melon, musk melon, root vegetables like radish, carrot, beetroot, onion, and garlic and many other vegetables like brinjal, bhendi, tomato, cabbage, cauliflower, capsicum, cluster bean, cowpea, French bean, peas, chillies, etc., could be successfully grown by the residents of Bangalore city”.
For free guidance, organising workshops on terrace gardening, information on inputs required for terrace gardening, etc., Dr B.N.Viswanath could be contacted on his mobile phone: +91-9845627217.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
ADIEU, SRI RAJIV SAXENA!
As an HR trainer, I met Sri Rajiv Saxena, Principal, Konkan Railway Institute of Staff Training (KRIST), in 2001. Over a period of one-and-a half years, I had numerous occasions to interact with him on many topics, both academic and general and, in the process, to learn of his sterling qualities of head and heart. He was always friendly with his guest faculty, but his concern for the trainees was down- to-earth and palpable in all his discussions with them. I have often observed him taking active interest in providing the trainees with relevant and adequate inputs through various sources so that their hunger for knowledge was always satisfied.
Sri Rajiv Saxena is a gentle personality with a deep commitment to his profession. Though a top-ranking executive in Konkan Raiway (KR), he felt humble enough to mingle with the employees of even the lowest cadre, i.e., the Station House Keeping Staff (SHKH). In all the training programmes organized by KRIST, he ensured that he provided not only the technical inputs to the trainees, but also something extra which contributed to the personal growth of the employees.
I, often, wondered how he found time and patience to sit through the entire sessions of the external guest faculty, sometimes, which, according to me, shows his humility and the desire to learn something from every human being.
To KR employees, Sri Saxena was a friend-philosopher-and guide. In course of his duties, he befriended a wide spectrum of local VIPs and assiduously built up goodwill for KR. Once, when I was talking to Sri S.I.Sajjan, his immediate next colleague in the institute, about what his tenure in KRIST under Sri Saxena meant to him, he said: ‘ I have come to a conclusion that there is no need for me to attend any training programme, lectures, or workshops, nor do I need to consult any books on management. All that I want to know and need to know to come up in my life and career are available to me from one source, i.e., my boss who is a walking encyclopaedia.’ Perhaps, this statement best sums up Sri Rajiv’s personality.
Over a period of one-and-a half years, my friendship with Sri Rajiv has blossomed and bloomed. How unlucky I feel in being deprived of his company, as he leaves for Jabalpur, his new place of work! I only wish him and the members of his family a happy and prosperous life in the days to come. May the new Railway zone be enriched by his dedicated service! I pay my humble tribute to him by quoting one of the Shakespeare soliloquies, on this gloomy occasion:
‘His life was gentle,
and the elements
So mixed in him, that
Nature might stand up
And say to all the world,
this was a man.’
Adieu, Sri Rajiv Saxena!
K.V.Venkataramana
PR is a Sustained and Deliberate Effort
Public relations (PR), though primarily, a management function, involves participation of every employee in an organization. The main thrust of PR is to ‘identify, establish and maintain mutually beneficial relationships between an organization and the various publics on whom its success or future depends’. However, in the Indian context, we often come across situations where a few employees and/ or managers do something contrary to the interests of public relations, wittingly or unwittingly. In the succeeding paragraphs are quoted a few typical instances or lapses which could contribute to unfavourable PR image of an organization caused by its own employees / managerial personnel.
Once I went to an ISO 9002 company to impart training to a batch of its employees. I stayed at their official guesthouse for two days. On the first night, I requested the caretaker of the guesthouse in the evening to give me a wakeup call at 5 A.M. the next day to enable me to revise my notes for the training programme, but I was surprised to be told by him that as the breakfast at the guesthouse was generally served to guests at 8 A.M., the caretaker and his staff woke up usually at 6 A.M. and that the telephone operator who works during night shift was the right person to help me in the matter. Accordingly, I rang up to the telephone operator and sought his help. He came to know that I was a newcomer to the guesthouse, and assured me to give me a wakeup call at 5 A.M. the next day. However, he resented the attitude of the caretaker and commented:’ Sir, this is, in fact, the duty of the guesthouse staff and not of me. They are an irresponsible lot. Why don’t you bring this to the notice of the Personnel Manager tomorrow so that he could mend their behaviour?’ True, the telephone operator was right, but was it not wrong on his part to bring to the notice of a guest the deficiencies in service of his own company? After all, was he not unconsciously denting the image of his company which believes in PR as a mechanism to promote goodwill and mutual understanding between the organization and the public?
In one more instance, when I went to a government office to meet the chief officer at 11 A.M., I was informed by an attender that the boss had gone out and that he was not available for some time. Then I thought of meeting his deputy to seek information as to when his boss would be available. The deputy said: “Sir, I don’t know where he has gone. He never keeps me informed when he goes out.’ This, sadly, reflects the state of unsatisfactory human relations prevailing in that office, besides indicating a lack of public relations efforts on the part of a responsible person in that office.
Incidents of the above nature which have a bearing on the public image of the organizations (or the nature of public relations practised by them) could be kept at bay by adopting the following measures:
1. Training in PR should be imparted to different levels of employees in an organization, on a continuous basis, who come face to face with customers.
2. A short course on Image-building should be conducted for the benefit of all employees in an organization by the management, as there is a misconception on the part of most employees that image-building exercise is the function of CEO of the company and has got nothing to do with the individual employees.
3. Strengthening of employee communication is the need of the hour. The basics of communication -- what to speak and what not to speak in specific contexts- in relation to the organization or its leaders, that would run counter to the interests and PR policy of the company should be explained to all the employees in workshops on communication to be organized for them.
4. Each employee is an integral part of the organization and its culture. Workshops on Ethics and Organisational Culture may also be organized for employees, which could contribute to strengthening the PR efforts of the company.
The above measures are only illustrative which, if adopted by the organizations, could go a long way in returning values to them in the form of enhanced public image through the honed PR skills of the employees. Needless to say PR is a sustained and deliberate effort.
K.V.Venkataramana
Reminiscences
In College and Out of College…
As I travel on the reverse path to the period of 1967-1971 of the last century, when I was a student of College of Agriculture, Dharwad, I am overcome with indescribable feelings, thoughts and emotions. After all, man is basically an emotional being; and emotions add colour and spice to human life. Bereft of emotions, life seems to be dull, lifeless and barren to a human; in fact, life is simply unlivable and unbearable.
I am the same old K.V.Venkataramana Gowda whose I.D.No. was A 168, while studying in College of Agriculture, and after a gap of 38 years, I am still the same person as far as my affection, intimacy, courtesy, and respect are concerned with regard to my fellow-classmates, teachers and members of the non-teaching staff; I, still, remember many of the names of my teachers and friends. Dr S.W.Mensinkai who was our first Director of Instruction of the college (and now, alas! he’s no more) still rules my consciousness as I transport myself to the student-days of my college life. He had taught me not only Botany, but also elegant English (though not as a regular English professor); all students and members of the staff loved to listen to him with rapt attention as he had always noble thoughts to share with when he addressed us on numerous occasions in his impeccable English. I, still, remember what he had said in class when we were in doubt whether 12 O’clock in the day should be referred to as 12 A.M. or 12 P.M., or none of these two. (He said 12 O’clock should be referred to as 12 noon.) On another occasion, when one more test had to be conducted for the students of our class in his subject, we had requested him to consider the performance of “the best of the two” tests for our internal assessment. Dr. Mensinkai then corrected us promptly with a “the better of two”. As he was educated in U.K., he had perfect mastery over the English language. Every year Dr. Mensinkai used to address us on the occasion of Independence Day and Republic Day after unfurling the national tricolour. He used to read out his speech, running to more than ten pages, in a clear well-modulated voice, which contained lots of statistics, culled from various sources, pertaining to the progress the country had achieved in every sphere of activity till that period; a cyclostyled copy of his speech was displayed on the notice Board the following day, for the benefit of students and staff, which remained there until the next Republic day/Independence day, when the text of his latest speech replaced the earlier one. I think the texts of his long speeches that were delivered during those years (1967-71), if brought out in a book-form now, would make a wonderful reading of great historical significance. Let me humbly salute his hallowed memory, on this occasion!
In July 1967, when I joined the college, it was the monsoon season. It used to drizzle off and on, every day, rendering the soil sodden and sticky. During winter, weather used to be chilly; but in the summer, weather was extremely pleasant, and the cool breeze in the evenings was refreshingly invigorating.
In those days, during our first year, four students were accommodated per room in the hostel and all the students had to take cold-water bath to which many could not adjust, as there were no water-heaters .However, when we were into the final year, our hostel had a new building (block) added to it, and hot water facility was provided to all students for their bath; by that time, our warmth for one another, too, had increased.
How I feel I had enough time and space to recount my experiences of my college life! Yet, I wish to narrate only two incidents pertaining to my two professors. It was in the year 1979; I was working at Syndicate Bank, Haliyal, as Rural Development Officer. I had been to Sunticoppa, near Madikeri, on a brief holiday, to bring back my wife and child, three months after my wife had been delivered of a baby girl. On our way back, we came to Mysore by car and, from Mysore to Alnawar, we travelled by train, Alnawar being the nearest railhead to Haliyal. As the train left the station, I was pleasantly surprised to see Dr. K. Krishnamurthi, who was the Associate Professor of Psychology in our college, seated in front of us on the long wooden seat, in our compartment; my wife and I were seated opposite to him, with our child sleeping in a corner of our seat. I could (and did) recognize Dr. Krishnamurthi who was one of my most beloved professors in college, and who also took a lot of interest in my academic progress; he made it a point to attend all the elocution/debating contests held in the college, regularly, and often sat on the last bench, just to listen to my speech as if to encourage/applaud me (he used to disappear soon after my turn of speaking in the contest was over). I think he had a special liking for me after he came to know through Prof. Balarama Gupta, the then Assistant Professor of English that I had scored 98/100 in English subject in one of the trimesters of my first year. But, somehow, for some strange reason, (maybe because I thought he would not be able to recognize me after a gap of 8 years since I had left the college, or, perhaps, I was basically a shy person who felt it uncomfortable to talk to my professor in front of my wife and child, I did not greet him, nor took the initiative to converse with him. After 29 years of my meeting him on that day, I rue my folly of not talking to him, on that occasion, in spite of the fact that he had been my friend-philosopher- and-guide in my student days. I only crave his indulgence now, for my grave lapse, wherever he is now.
The second incident pertains to the year 1986. I was working as Agricultural Development Officer at Zonal Office of Syndicate Bank, Mangalore. I had been to Madras, as a delegate, to attend the 1X World Congress of Poets, organized by World Academy of Arts and Culture, which was inaugurated by the then Vice-President of India, Sri R.Venkatraman. On my way back to Mangalore, I travelled to Bangalore, with my poet-friend, and was walking on the overbridge near Kempegowda Bus Station, when, suddenly, I encountered Prof. S.C.Hiremath, who had taught me Agricultural Economics in the college. I greeted him smilingly, and introduced myself to him, in Kannada, thus: “I am K.V.Venkataramana Gowda, your old student. I graduated in 1971.” Prof Hiremath was surprised to see me and exclaimed:”Oh! I still remember you; only two days ago, I had quoted your name to my students and told:”There was one Venkataramana Gowda in our College who used to take part in debates on Cooperation at the Inter-collegiate as well as at the Inter-University level and won several prizes in the contests.” My joy knew no bounds when I heard his remarks, for I had never thought earlier that my achievements in college would leave such an imprint on his mind. This incident, hopefully, reflects the love, affection and attachment a teacher has for his beloved pupil even after 15 years of a student walking out of the portals of a college, while the previous incident, sadly, reflects a student’s failure, for whatever reason, in admitting to his professor that he was his student in his college days, after many years of his graduation, or when the professor is unable to remember his student with the passage of time.
K.V.Venkataramana
In College and Out of College…
As I travel on the reverse path to the period of 1967-1971 of the last century, when I was a student of College of Agriculture, Dharwad, I am overcome with indescribable feelings, thoughts and emotions. After all, man is basically an emotional being; and emotions add colour and spice to human life. Bereft of emotions, life seems to be dull, lifeless and barren to a human; in fact, life is simply unlivable and unbearable.
I am the same old K.V.Venkataramana Gowda whose I.D.No. was A 168, while studying in College of Agriculture, and after a gap of 38 years, I am still the same person as far as my affection, intimacy, courtesy, and respect are concerned with regard to my fellow-classmates, teachers and members of the non-teaching staff; I, still, remember many of the names of my teachers and friends. Dr S.W.Mensinkai who was our first Director of Instruction of the college (and now, alas! he’s no more) still rules my consciousness as I transport myself to the student-days of my college life. He had taught me not only Botany, but also elegant English (though not as a regular English professor); all students and members of the staff loved to listen to him with rapt attention as he had always noble thoughts to share with when he addressed us on numerous occasions in his impeccable English. I, still, remember what he had said in class when we were in doubt whether 12 O’clock in the day should be referred to as 12 A.M. or 12 P.M., or none of these two. (He said 12 O’clock should be referred to as 12 noon.) On another occasion, when one more test had to be conducted for the students of our class in his subject, we had requested him to consider the performance of “the best of the two” tests for our internal assessment. Dr. Mensinkai then corrected us promptly with a “the better of two”. As he was educated in U.K., he had perfect mastery over the English language. Every year Dr. Mensinkai used to address us on the occasion of Independence Day and Republic Day after unfurling the national tricolour. He used to read out his speech, running to more than ten pages, in a clear well-modulated voice, which contained lots of statistics, culled from various sources, pertaining to the progress the country had achieved in every sphere of activity till that period; a cyclostyled copy of his speech was displayed on the notice Board the following day, for the benefit of students and staff, which remained there until the next Republic day/Independence day, when the text of his latest speech replaced the earlier one. I think the texts of his long speeches that were delivered during those years (1967-71), if brought out in a book-form now, would make a wonderful reading of great historical significance. Let me humbly salute his hallowed memory, on this occasion!
In July 1967, when I joined the college, it was the monsoon season. It used to drizzle off and on, every day, rendering the soil sodden and sticky. During winter, weather used to be chilly; but in the summer, weather was extremely pleasant, and the cool breeze in the evenings was refreshingly invigorating.
In those days, during our first year, four students were accommodated per room in the hostel and all the students had to take cold-water bath to which many could not adjust, as there were no water-heaters .However, when we were into the final year, our hostel had a new building (block) added to it, and hot water facility was provided to all students for their bath; by that time, our warmth for one another, too, had increased.
How I feel I had enough time and space to recount my experiences of my college life! Yet, I wish to narrate only two incidents pertaining to my two professors. It was in the year 1979; I was working at Syndicate Bank, Haliyal, as Rural Development Officer. I had been to Sunticoppa, near Madikeri, on a brief holiday, to bring back my wife and child, three months after my wife had been delivered of a baby girl. On our way back, we came to Mysore by car and, from Mysore to Alnawar, we travelled by train, Alnawar being the nearest railhead to Haliyal. As the train left the station, I was pleasantly surprised to see Dr. K. Krishnamurthi, who was the Associate Professor of Psychology in our college, seated in front of us on the long wooden seat, in our compartment; my wife and I were seated opposite to him, with our child sleeping in a corner of our seat. I could (and did) recognize Dr. Krishnamurthi who was one of my most beloved professors in college, and who also took a lot of interest in my academic progress; he made it a point to attend all the elocution/debating contests held in the college, regularly, and often sat on the last bench, just to listen to my speech as if to encourage/applaud me (he used to disappear soon after my turn of speaking in the contest was over). I think he had a special liking for me after he came to know through Prof. Balarama Gupta, the then Assistant Professor of English that I had scored 98/100 in English subject in one of the trimesters of my first year. But, somehow, for some strange reason, (maybe because I thought he would not be able to recognize me after a gap of 8 years since I had left the college, or, perhaps, I was basically a shy person who felt it uncomfortable to talk to my professor in front of my wife and child, I did not greet him, nor took the initiative to converse with him. After 29 years of my meeting him on that day, I rue my folly of not talking to him, on that occasion, in spite of the fact that he had been my friend-philosopher- and-guide in my student days. I only crave his indulgence now, for my grave lapse, wherever he is now.
The second incident pertains to the year 1986. I was working as Agricultural Development Officer at Zonal Office of Syndicate Bank, Mangalore. I had been to Madras, as a delegate, to attend the 1X World Congress of Poets, organized by World Academy of Arts and Culture, which was inaugurated by the then Vice-President of India, Sri R.Venkatraman. On my way back to Mangalore, I travelled to Bangalore, with my poet-friend, and was walking on the overbridge near Kempegowda Bus Station, when, suddenly, I encountered Prof. S.C.Hiremath, who had taught me Agricultural Economics in the college. I greeted him smilingly, and introduced myself to him, in Kannada, thus: “I am K.V.Venkataramana Gowda, your old student. I graduated in 1971.” Prof Hiremath was surprised to see me and exclaimed:”Oh! I still remember you; only two days ago, I had quoted your name to my students and told:”There was one Venkataramana Gowda in our College who used to take part in debates on Cooperation at the Inter-collegiate as well as at the Inter-University level and won several prizes in the contests.” My joy knew no bounds when I heard his remarks, for I had never thought earlier that my achievements in college would leave such an imprint on his mind. This incident, hopefully, reflects the love, affection and attachment a teacher has for his beloved pupil even after 15 years of a student walking out of the portals of a college, while the previous incident, sadly, reflects a student’s failure, for whatever reason, in admitting to his professor that he was his student in his college days, after many years of his graduation, or when the professor is unable to remember his student with the passage of time.
K.V.Venkataramana
Hungry Young Man
I was in the habit of buying vegetables from a pavement vendor in the nearby town every evening. The vendor was a young boy who sold his leafy vegetables on a push cart. One evening, when I was buying vegetables from him, a young, illiterate man came to the vendor and asked him to give him a radish for one rupee (INR), as he was hungry. The vendor told him that a single radish cost rupees two and that he could not give him the radish for one rupee. The man beseeched him to accept the money he had with him at that moment and part with one radish. The vendor refused to give him the radish stating that he had purchased radish at a higher price on that day, as the supply was poor in the wholesale market. Crestfallen and hungry, the man left the place. All along, I was keenly observing the the transaction between the vendor and the prospective buyer; but as I was in a hurry to get back to my house, I too left the place abruptly. That night when I recollected that incident when I was lying on my bed, I felt guilty and ashamed that I did not pay the difference amount, i.e. just one rupee to that vegetable vendor to make up the shortfall to him, so that one starving soul would have spent a peaceful night. In fact, on account of this, I lost of my peace of mind for several days as the memory of that hungry young man kept haunting me.
K.V.Venkataramana
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