Sr 175 – Orphans buying clothes for a martyr. #BicycleAngels

Sr no 175
Beneficiary – Adhartirth Adhara Ashram, Nasik.
(An orphanage that houses children whose parents have committed suicide, victims of drought in Maharashtra.)
A few months ago I came across this feature by Swatee Kher in the Times of India:
We decided to help these orphans in our own tiny way; and in June 2016 we reached out to these children in a humble way:
They never called us for help after that. But I was aware the ashram having more than 200 residents, food items too need to be replenished occasionally; we found out the ashram now needed Toor Dal, Rice, cooking oil, soap, etc; These seven friends decided to make the purchase for these children: Kanika Kedia, Heena Kalantri, Neha Mehra, Arpita Mehta, Sakshi Jiwarajka, Anushka Kapur, Megha Kulchandani. They had been awaiting a worthy opportunity to do something for orphans.
More significantly. let me share with you a deed these children did for a family who lost their son. The soldier in the accompanying picture, Sandeep Tok, died in the Uri terror attack in Sept 2016 (
The children of this ashram made diyas (lamps) and sold them in the market, and from the money the sale generated they purchased new clothes for the family of late Sandeep Tok. Desert sands sharing their moisture with her sister drought, I thought, learning of their deed. God Bless.
Thank you #MukulMadhavFoundation Pune and #FinolexPipes for buying the commodities on our behalf and delivering them to the ashram at Nasik.
No one is too far to reach when the reach of our heart goes beyond the reach of our arms and alms. Thank you very much Kanika Kedia Heena Kalantri Neha Mehra Arpita Mehta Sakshi Jiwarajka Anushka Kapur and Megha Kulchandani.


174th beneficiary -Clean drinking water and stationery, and a bicycle.

Sr no 174



A few months ago, I came across this feature in the Times of India. “School teacher climbs hill to make it to school daily.” :



I read the article. I paused. I pondered. My morning cup of hot tea cooled off as I got lost in the world of those children.

I decided, we should do something, however little, for this teacher and or the school children he serves. But this school was situated in rural Karnataka, miles and miles and miles away from the spot my cooling-off cup of tea awaited another sip from me.


I was confident a reputed NGO in Pune I am associated with would help us do the needful. With that confidence, I shared this featured story with a couple to donor pals who had been waiting since many months to contribute a large amount. Two responded immediately, Gauri and Maya. They wanted to help in any way, unconditionally.



I got in touch with the school, their Right To Education RTE officer, provided to the school thanks to our government, and he informed me some kind people already purchased a motor bike for the teacher, Suresh Chalagiri.

The school had around 60 children from a tribal community called Lambani.

Hmmmmmm We asked them, if there is anything else they need, the children, the school…?



The RTE officer, Mr Matapatti, and the teacher, reverted to me after a few days; they requested for stationery, a bicycle for school work, and a water filter, “….. we have water, but because we do not have a water-filter the children sometimes get ill drinking untreated water.”



If they get sick, they will miss school. And their families cannot afford the medicines too. Missing school also results in them missing out on a wholesome mid-day meal. That was very important to us, because I cannot personally stay hungry for more than 3 to 5 hours in the day.



The school is located in Gadag district, and is called, Byrapura Lower Primary School. The children belong mostly to a sub caste/community known as Lambani.

The Lambani are migrant workers, (have become migrant workers due to circumstances) and every year for 6 to 7 months the parents migrate from Karnataka to Pune, Goa, Mangalore, Bengaluru for all kinds of infrastructure related construction work.

They are forced to leave their children back in the village, as they live in makeshift homes in the cities and children are also at risk of being kidnapped in cities by child-beggar mafias. Also, cities do not offer education to temporary migrant workers.



When the parents migrate for work, livelihood, the children are left in the care of their grandparents. The most common challenge these children face is malnutrition, because the only full and wholesome meal most of them receive is one in the afternoon if they attend school. Back at home, at night, these children have to eat whatever their grandparents can manage to provide and cook.



Actually, malnutrition is the biggest malice here. This week I read that across India 1.3 million children die before they can live to five, because of malnutrition. Those that die out of hunger, I do not have the courage to google search; because, I cannot take on such a large quantum of sadness in one day.



Thank you to #MukulMadhavFoundation Pune, and #FinolexPipes for assisting us in reaching far beyond our means to help this school, 639 kms far away from the comfort of my home.



Thank you Gauri and Maya, both USA residents, for providing these 60 children and their tiny school a big piece of your hearts.



I called the RTE officer Mr Matapatti this morning, before writing this post, and he told me all the gifts have been received with enthusiasm and gratitude. And I thought, the drawing books and color pencils must have brought the rainbow down from the mighty sky to the children’s’ humble drawing books; in the face of charity and love, even a rainbow will climb down from the sky for us, I think.











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And Thank you Kohinoor Cycles ( Siddharth Vora ( for the good service.












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173 rd recipient- Respect and self respect.


Sr. No. 173
A livelihood bicycle.
Jayantilal Gada (60)
Jayantilal sells milk from a pavement opposite Maneckji Cooper School, Juhu Tara Road. Originally from Gujarat, he resides at a chawl at Santacruz west.
Jayantilal has been delivering milk since 1973. It was not his first choice of profession/occupation. He did not arrive in Bombay to become a milk man. When he was a teen, an acquaintance from his village brought him to Bombay to work at his grocery store. After working for him for a year or so, his ‘seth’ (boss) cheated him on his entire year’s wages, by not sending his accumulated wages to his family back in the village.
Jayantilal did not fight with his boss. He left the job. Broke, no savings, he could not find employment immediately, and for a few days he went with less than a meal a day, and sometimes nothing,. Because he did not want to beg.
Living on the pavement at Juhu, near that same grocer who had cheated him, Jayantilal befriended a vegetable vendor. After a few days, the vegetable vendor realised Jayantilal has no money, no place to sleep and has been lying that he has been having his meals daily. He told Jayantilal he could have asked him for help.
Jayatilal said “I noticed you travel far away to Dadar every morning at 5 am to buy vegetables. You bring them by train carrying them on our head and shoulder. You are working very hard for a living. While I am not. I cannot find a job. I feel embarrassed asking you for help. I went hungry thinking I will find a job soon and eat. But a job has evaded me so far.” The vendor helped him.
Jayatilal soon found an opening as a milk delivery boy. I think, an established milk vendor in Juhu area was short of delivery boys, and gave him a chance to work for him. He was very impressed by Jayantilal’s sense of discipline. Jayantilal would never arrive late and did not indulge in cheating him in any way. One fine day he handed over a big chunk of his milk delivery route to Jayantilal.
This opportunity established Jayantilal as a reliable delivery man in Juhu. Over the years he was able to rent a roof, marry and raise children. One of his son’s is a motor vehicle driver.
One unique thing about Jayantilal, even today at 60 he is unwilling to bear the slightest of abuse. Khudgarz, self-respecting, and a man of high self-esteem, is how I would define him. He spoke with a lot of respect. He gives izzat, (respect) and demands izzat in return. At 60, to me his spine seemed more firm than the steel frame of his brand new Hercules.
Some people may consider doodh walas, pau walas etc ‘small’, and not respect them. Yet, these so called ‘small’ people do not throw away the respect that they carry within. Respect for themselves and others. They harbour it preciously and closely like sea breeze harbours salt. It’s always there. Inseparable.
I came across a poem about how some people throw respect away. I decided to share it here.
Love is freely given,
but respect must be earned.
Even self respect does not come easy,
it’s a lesson toughly learnt.
Feelings can be fragile,
Respect takes more than charm.
When you make belittle or disrespect others,
you never know how much you harm.
When the end of life confronts you,
will you know the words to say?
Or will you express pain and sorrow at
having thrown your own respect away.
(Written by rock_your_heart
Vancouver, BC.)
I asked a radio presenter, Hrishi Kay to recommend me songs that reflect the spirit of people like Jayantilal;
Hrishi Kay recommended ‘Khoon Pasine Ki Jo Milegi Toh Khayenge’: ;
and Sting’s ‘Work the black seam’, reflecting the travails of the working class:
I must add, this was the first time Siddharth Vora (Kohinoor Cycles) witnessed a recipient doing full-fledged puja of his bicycle on receiving it. His wife and he lit a diya on the handle and said prayers before taking away their well-deserved vehicle.
Thank you Deb Mohan and Beni Kithan for purchasing this bicycle for Jayantilal Gada. He contributed half the cost of the same.
And Thank you Kohinoor Cycles ( Siddharth Vora ( for the good service.




The idea of India ride. Pune. Nov 20th.



The Idea of India Ride. @ Pune

This ride is to honor the philosophy of India: inclusiveness, pluralism.

Proposed for Nov 20th Sunday 4.30 pm @ Pune.

Dr Ram Dhillon (UK) and I, we will be visiting 5 places of worship on (this max 20 Kms) ride in Pune on Nov 20th.

We will be visiting 5 places of worship on this 90 mins ride – A Mandir, a Church, a Fire temple, a Gurudwara, a Mosque. We will not be going inside these places of worship, as we lack time, but we will stop a few minutes outside them pay our respect to them and move on to the next place of worship.

We have done this ride twice in the past in Mumbai:
The 8 faiths ride 2014
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The 7 faiths ride 2016
DNA India article
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Any riders from Pune who want to join us on this ride, you may please like this post and you may please share it too with your rider pals in Pune. Thank you.

Our proposed ride route details will be shared a week before the ride, by the second week of November for sure. It will not cover more than 25 kms distance and will not go over 90 minutes duration.

Its a free ride, no charge. We are associated with some riders based in Pune, they are # below.

– Rakesh Anand Bakshi

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