Thursday, March 2, 2023

Aja - an institution passes away.

“Once upon a time there was a king named Dasrath… King Dasrath had…”, the earliest memories of Aja is of his booming voice telling me this story on several sultry summer afternoons, lying on the thin mattress laid on the ground in his room. Living very close to Ajaghara, which contrary to the feeling it invokes, was a “quarter” of the coalfields, made for an interesting and very involved childhood. Having lost Aai 25 years back, Aja was always the grandparent whom I was close to. As I write a memoir, and I choose not to call it an obituary, I have beside me a diary he gave me about four years back and from which I try to glimpse into his life.

The intitial memories of Aja draws a picture of a man who was devoted to his routine. He would cycle back from work in the afternoon, change, sit on his broad pidha for lunch (during which I would compare what he got to eat and what I did earlier), and take a short nap. He would wake up after an hour and cycle back to office. The timing, the ritual, the routine was fixed. The shirt and pant, and there were just a few of them, neatly ironed; the hair, impeccably brushed; the big cycle, never dirty. Sometimes, the image of the shelf (built in the wall) of his room flashes in my mind. Each item, a radio, Kayam Churn, the torch, everything was placed exactly where they were supposed to be. Aja loved discipline.

As Aja has written in his own words, his forefathers came from Kannauj in Rajasthan and were Kanyakubja Brahmins. They came to Odisha and settled in Puri. On invitation of Raja of Talcher Gadjat they moved to Talcher and settled in the village Ramachandrapur (now known as Kandhal). Aja’s paternal great grandfather Gobinda Praharaj was gifted rent free land in the said village for their sustenance by Maharaj Ramachandra Dev of Talcher. Gobinda Praharaj’s son, Trilochan Mishra was a sankskrit scholar and royal ambassador of Talcher. As an ambassador he visited Bamra state and was conferred the title of “Dakhinabarta” for his eloquence in Sanskrit by Raja Sri Basudev Sudhal Dev, KCIE. Aja’s maternal grandfather Balakrushna Mishra was a Minister of Estate at Pallahara. Aja was the 4th child of Rudra Mohan Mishra and Krushna Priya Mishra. 

As a child I always saw that at Ajaghara there were always a lot of people. In fact the front tin shed room, where cycles and chappals, and sports equipment in a corner, and an almirah with books, later scooter rested at night was a meeting room of sorts. Every evening when I used to land at Ajaghara, there would be people huddled there. People who were largely labourers in coal mines. In mines that was underground, where pay was precariously low and threat to life astronomical; where mercy of the officer was an extension of the British Raj and where very few people would listen and help. And there was Aja, who would often be heard talking in the loudest voice, reprimanding, arguing; all of it to help those labourers fight for justice.

Constitutional law, industrial law, Mines Act were his interest areas. Since childhood I have seen these thick books in the cupboard, and Aja would read them, mark them with red, blue, purple, place bookmarks and make notes. Was he a lawyer? No. He was just interested and invested in them. So much so that the self-taught man went to courts and tribunals to fight for and gave relief to coal mine labourers. It is evident from his writing that he was very proud to head the team of trade unions that fought the pension case of workers under “National Coal development Corporation Rule” and won it in favor of the employees. Thousands of workers were benefited by the ruling who were granted pension under Coal Mines Provident Fund Act & Rules. Aja writes that he was inspired by famous trade union leader Dhuliswar Bastia of Rourkela, who established the Rourkela Mazdoor Sabha. 

If something was integral to Aja, it was his love for reading. Newspapers would fall short for him. Since resources were limited, there used to be subscription of one Odia newspaper. He would then ask us to get the English newspaper from our house, another Odia newspaper from the neighbor, someone would bring another and Aja would read all of them. Regularly, each day, without fail. He rarely read fiction. Non-fiction was his genre. He did not pursue higher studies, for situation at home never permitted so, but the erudition he achieved merely be reading, and reading rich text, be it good quality editorials, legalese in thick labour law books or anything that came his way, was exemplary. Very few well-read people of his generation and of that place would be able to write sentences that were coherent and impeccable. And that reading was a habit he carried on much late into his life. Perhaps the loneliness, of not having Aai by his side, triggered him to read more. How ingrained this habit of reading was in him is reflected in the fact that much later when he made less sense of what he was reading, he would still read the newspaper and underline (which he had a habit of), but this time the whole of the page.

If he read so much, he also wrote. He wrote poems, of a very high caliber. He wrote opinion pieces. More than a hundred for the newspaper “Khabara”, which incidentally was started by his father-in-law, Sambadika Gourab Dibakar Mishra and was revived after decades of going out of print. His poems have been translated and published. He has recited his poems in a few Kabi Sammilanis. All of these make more eminent sense when seen with the backdrop of the fact that there never has been a rich intellectual environment at Talcher. Aja never had that network that would prop him up to a bigger scene. And yet he kept up this habit of writing until he lost interest in any of it, in all of it.

If he read and wrote so much, his commitment and belief in bettering the education environment of Talcher was rock solid. As office-bearer of “Odisha Coal Mines Labour Federation (Hind Mazdoor Sabha)” he contributed his might in establishing the engineering college at Sarang where 60% reservation for coalmine employees was fixed back then. Aja was active in establishing of Nehru Shatabdi Central Hospital and was an Executive Member of “Central Hospital Advisory Committee”. But clearly his indelible mark is in establishing the “Deulbera Colliery Model High School” (now a nodal high school) in 1962, a school that served as an oasis of education. Aja was, for a long time, Secretary of Deulbera Colliery M E School (Middle English if you are wondering) and was instrumental in getting it into government fold. Another school which we was involved in establishing was Saraswati Sishu Mandir in 1993.

Aja loved being a public persona. The fearlessness he carried, the adherence to truth, the socialism in belief, all of it brought him to organize and be part of important movements. As Aja writes his most memorable moment was organizing a meeting of the great Jayprakash Narayan and associating himself with Acharya Binoba Bhave who came to Talcher during the Bhoodan movement. The list of leaders whom he hosted, associated and worked with is a long one. Dr Harekrushna Mahtab, Biju Patnaik, Madhu Dandavate, Pramila Dandavate, Samarendra Kundu, Bhagabata Behera (who was instrumental in arranging George Fernandes escape on the eve of Emergency; and there is a Talcher link there), Kamala Sinha, Nandini Satpathy, Devendra Satpathy, Surendranath Dwivedy, the list is long. I think Aja would have loved to be in active politics, but again, he was too upright, too truthful, too outspoken and too honest for the role. 

One can’t help but think that Aja deserved much more in life. For the passions he had, for the knowledge he possessed, for the acumen he showed, for the capabilities he displayed, in a fair world, Aja would have gone on to become a great lawyer specializing in constitutional law, or a political strategist advising the who’s who of Indian politics, or a writer of many anthologies of poems, or an op-ed writer sharing his views on television. Aja had a huge share of upheavals in his personal life. The struggle was a constant. That is a regret that would stay. But he perhaps believed in reincarnation, or so I hope for I have never found him to be deeply religious, and in that case, all the above would materialize in another life I hope.

There is a lot to learn from the life Aja led. For a self-made man, to provide for a big family of seven children and numerous relatives, to help the most downtrodden and faceless in the society, to associate actively with socialist movements, to keep the fire of reading and learning burning forever, to help build few major educational institutions in Talcher, to organize rallies and sports competitions and events, and all these at the face of grave challenges at home, with limited resources at disposal, without a conducive environment makes Aja’s resilience stand out. His accomplishments have been exemplary and grit enormous.

My Aja, Brahma Shankar Mishra was an institution. And he will be missed.


Sunday, January 1, 2023

Letter to Aindri on her 8th birthday

 My darling jhia,

Today you turn 8 years old.

Your excitement for your birthday continues unabated and it is a lovely thing to have. I hope for you to continue having this excitement all your life long.

For your 7th birthday, since the COVID-19 pandemic was not well in control, we decided to do an outdoor birthday again. Remember, the 6h one was at the beach! We zeroed in on Tree Park, the one right beside TAPMI. The usual suspects were invited, your dear friend Tingia turned up from Bangalore, food was ordered to be delivered right at the park, and the theme of the birthday was the one thing you were obsessed with at that time - Elsa (of the Frozen fame). You had an Elsa dress to wear (with a cape and all), the decoration stuff were of that theme, and yes, your mother, continuing the tradition of baking your birthday cakes herself, made one with the Elsa theme. It was a good outing. You kids played a little bit post the celebration.

The year saw you going to school regularly as the shadow of Covid slowly dissipated. While academically you have been doing very good, a matter of deep concern was about your lunch. The slightly picky eater that you are (and I plead guilty on that count), your mother took on this task of catering to your demands and preparing wide variety of snacks and lunch. By the end of the year you started adapting to 'hot lunch' at school. Time shall tell how long that trend will continue.

We went to Odisha in April, braving the summer in Talcher. You fell ill with viral enteritis and it was a tough time. Later we watched a play (your first in fact), Ahe Nila Shaila in Bhubaneswar and you enjoyed the experience. We again went to Odisha in July, though just for three days, because your friend Tingia was getting married and no way we could miss it. Some relations, that we build ourselves, must be valued; and relationships take work to be maintained.

There was a lot of uncertainty going on about the fate of MMMC, where we work, and that occupied our thoughts for a large part of the year. But amidst all that we embarked on what would turn out as the highlight of 2022 - the Europe trip. We were very unsure, how it would go with you, for we had never travelled that long and that far earlier. The planning and preparation, which you witnessed closely, went on for months. We did it all by ourselves and with all the aspirations and aspersions undertook the journey on August 28.

We visited Stockholm where our family members live and had a great time there. We went to the gorgeous Amsterdam, to the beautiful Ghent & Bruges, then the tourist haven of Paris. You were super cooperative and walked on and on while we enjoyed these lovely European cities. You must be commended for that for in a day we used to hit more than 15k steps. You adjusted to the food too. It was a unique experience and to cherish it we have made an album of the photos and memorabilia collected. I hope you will remember the Louvre (which was a dream for me when I read the book by Dan Brown) and the Mona Lisa in it. I hope you will remember the thousands of cyclists and the beautiful canals in Amsterdam. I hope you will remember the city tour and metros of Stockholm and above all the good time spent with family. 

Your 'nani' came back from Stockholm with us and you have enjoyed the pampering of a grandparent of late. I can see that it has instilled in you the art of being demanding, but it is all fun. You started learning Karate this year and after a few sessions grew bored with it. You have started going to music classes recently. You want to join dance classes too. It is all good to try new things. Some things will stick others won't, but remember nothing will come easy. Play also needs a dedication like work for it to transform into a habit.

A lot happened in the world. Russia and Ukraine went into war and which disrupted many things. Lives were lost, economic downturn came about, geopolitical crisis continues as I write this. Wars are never good you see. Queen Elizabeth died, when we were in Stockholm. Football World Cup was won by Argentina and the g.o.a.t (not the animal) Messi got his due (though we didn't watch the WC). Countries like Iran saw women asking for their rights, and the protests continued for months. China saw protests as well and by the end of the year the Covid situation there worsened. The World started plating Wordle. Artificial Intelligence took an interesting turn with ChatGPT (I wonder how you kids will write assignments 8-10 years from now). The James Webb Space Telescope sent pictures back and we learnt so much about space and stars and galaxies.

After a break of two years, the last time when you danced to "Bhumro bhumro" and was also am emcee for the program, your school had the Annual Day in November. Endless practice (rolls eyes) for the dance-drama 'Punyakoti' ensued and you were pretty excited to be a cow. You were equally disappointed when you were replaced as an emcee this time. Showed how much you cared for it. Good thing. Perhaps will motivate you to try harder for things that matter to you.

The end of the year also brought an end to the long run we have had with the car! The car that was of your 'Nanu' and got passed on to your Ma. The car in which you came home from hospital after your month-and-a-half stint in NICU. The car in which we went to places we could - those tens of visits to beaches, restaurants, school-of-course. Material things do become a part of our life for they are associated with the memories we make. But material things are material things at the end of the day. We finally, and on the new year day, brought home a new car. I hope we get to create memories and much better ones in this one too.

As I write this letter, this year we are planning to have your birthday at home this time. The usual suspects have been invited. You have become tad bit greedy with wanting large number of gifts.

You are growing fast and growing tall! You are exhibiting a sense of humor which is a nice thing (I am bad at that anyway). Some teenagy behavior is also being observed which is, at least not yet, giving us sleepless nights. Your compassion and understanding of things continues to surprise us sometimes. Hope you keep that up. It is essential to be a good person, everything else comes next or rather follows.

Always remember, we love you the most.

Papa