{Picture and the Quote, Courtesy : The Hindu}

{I say…} She is not a part of those Page 3 parties, which display the hot and happening crowds in the city. She does not enjoy discussions on the finest way of celebrating life over a long slender necked flute glass of champagne. She does not entertain evenings filled with mirthful laughter and fun amidst many freshly scrubbed faces indulging in manipulative glances and chambers of gossips over a glass of wine. She does not find space in the 50 Most Beautiful Indian Women, painstakingly, listed by a leading publication in the country. She is an illiterate old woman, {wikipedia link:Salumarada Thimakka}. And she is a mother of 400, says The Hindu. According to me, she is a truly “Inspiring, moving, poignant human tale”. It’s refreshing to read a human tale amidst the cacophony of political dramas, power struggles, exploitations of vulnerable lives by politicians and bureaucrats hailed from the house of Cobwebs. How many of us, I wonder, possess such courage to progress on  an indescribable mission, to materialise a sense of responsibility that was felt sometime ago, sincerely dedicating self to something that one’d believed and sustain the momentum regardless of support of varied kind, that unflinching strength blended with  unconquerable human spirit? Do we really have time and energies to spend a few seconds on such noble thoughts? No. We are just emotionless nuts and bolts, toilet paper, steel chambers, wooden tables, pins and needles in mundane drone and groan of life, reeking up houses, streets, cold and steely conference rooms, power-dressed wooden chambers, highly fragrant iron corridors of success and brutal ambition, with silly and nonsensical discussions on to improve, accelerate or sustain consumption, economic transactions, mergers and acquisitions.

{link:The Hindu reports, SALUMARADA THIMMAKKA, the woman who planted banyan trees as her life’s mission along the Bangalore-Nelamangala highway, is certainly not a household name in the “happening” metropolis. For, she went about her selfless work for 45 years without any fuss or publicity. And, of course, she never called herself an environmental activist, though she planted and painstakingly watered and nurtured some 400-odd trees, along with her husband, Chikkaiah}

The part given below is a reproduction of content from today’s Times of India, …..

She is from Kulur, had longed to be a mother, but since she could not, she and her husband decided to parent the saplings they would plant. However, with agriculture as their only source of livelihood, there was not much money they could spare for planting trees.  Thimmakka then started off by cutting branches of banyan trees and planting them around their hut. Gradually, the number grew to 10 and later scores were planted along the Bangalore-Nelamangala highway. Never realizing their unique contribution towards society, the couple sought no publicity. Yet they got facilitated on innumerable occasions. But the pressing need for financial support from the government for their initiative remained – which is yet to come. Her letters and repeated reminders to the government to provide her with free bus pass has fallen on deaf ears, yet she is not complaining. All she has to sustain on is her husband’s pension, which is a meager amount to sustain a living, leave apart her passion to plant and nurse the saplings…

Update : {Link : Case studies on Women in Forestry}