Dr. Sakkubai: A Remembrance

 Remembering the first woman veterinarian in India

As the nation celebrated the 73rd Republic day and continues to bask in its glory of 75th Azadi ka Amrut Mahotsav, it is heartening to see the women in India emerge as champions in every sphere of life including leadership, political participation, and every other thing that the society had never imagined. Amidst all these, India lost its first lady veterinarian, Dr. Sakkubai Ramachandran, at Eluru, Vijayawada on 27 January, who carved a unique path for all the women across the country for choosing to be in such an unconventional career of Veterinary Science and Animal Husbandry today.

Dr. Sakkubai Ramachandran

History of women veterinarians in India

In India, Madras Veterinary College at Vepery in Chennai opened its first portal for admission to girls for the Bachelor of Veterinary Science course in 1948. Dr. Sakkubai Ramachandran, the first woman veterinarian of India, graduated in 1952 and later assumed multiple significant posts as virologist and retired as a Scientist from IVRI, Bangalore in 1971. While the first woman veterinarians - Dr. P. Sakku Bai and Dr. N. Kalyani passed out in 1952 from the Madras Veterinary College, Dr. Pushpa Ranaparkhe graduated in veterinary sciences in 1962. 

While she pointed out back in 2005, that until a decade ago when she was a student, not many girls would opt for veterinary sciences, but presently outnumber the boys in the merit list. So far, there was no national association of lady veterinarians, and then she initiated the move. Unlike today where the opportunities for women veterinarians are limitless, earlier women veterinarians in India due to their commitments to their families and as the majority of the women veterinarians worked in the field serving the livestock in rural areas, there was no effort made to make the women veterinarians, who could play a vital role, interact with each other and share their experiences. Thus Dr. Pushpa Ranaparkhe established the All-India Association of Lady Veterinarians (AILV) and set up local chapters in all the states. She realized that most of the domestic chores and the task related to dairy were mainly done by women only in rural India.

Few firsts of woman veterinarians across different states of India

While Dr. Pragati Panda, the former Professor in the Department of Animal Genetics and Breeding, Odisha University of Agriculture and Technology, Bhubaneswar remains the first lady veterinarian of Odisha, Dr. Amrita Patel, the former Chairman of National Dairy Development Board and Bombay Veterinary College alumna is the first woman veterinarian in the progressive state of Gujarat. 

Dr. Amrita Patel 
(Source: Google)

The first-ever woman who graduated from Bangalore Veterinary College was Dr. Prema, who worked for the Animal Husbandry department and retired as Assistant Director during the 1980s. Dr. Suma became the first Director of department of Animal Husbandry, Kerala. Dr. Lalitha John was the first Dean of Madras Veterinary College. Over all these years, many stalwart lady veterinarians have carved a niche for themselves professionally. This has created awareness and paved a way for young girls and at present, there has been a tremendous rise in the number of girls preferring this noble profession. It is estimated that there are thousands of lady veterinarians in the country registered with different State Veterinary Councils and Veterinary Council of India (VCI). Dr. P. P. Nilufer became the first lady veterinarian from the tropical union territory of Lakshadweep and took charge as the first woman veterinary surgeon in Kavaratti in Lakshadweep in 2017. 

Dr. P. P. Nilufer 
(Source: Google)

Recent distinctions in the profession

The first Annual Convention of Shakti - Lady Vet Wing of Indian Veterinary Association was organized successfully at Bhopal on 13-14th November 2021 which saw the congregation of women veterinarians from every nook and cranny of the country. This annual convention served as a suitable platform to discuss and resolve various issues and challenges faced by lady veterinarians across India. Dr. Sosamma Iype, former Professor of Animal Genetics and Breeding at Kerala Agriculture University, known as "Vechur's Amma", was conferred with the Padma Shree award recently for the conservation of the indigenous breeds of Vechur cow, Kasargod and Cheruvally cattle, and Attappady goats from the brink of extinction. 

Dr. Sossama Iype
(Source: Google)

And we are marching ahead

With the induction of women in the National Defence Academy, increase in the marriage age of women to 21, to the finalization of recruitment of female veterinarians in the Remount Veterinary Corps (RVC) of the Indian Army as officers and grant of maternity leave /child care leave once in the entire duration of studies for women students up to 240 days by the UGC, December in India last year showered our Christmas gifts in the form of some necessary changes that neutralize gender gap. Let all these causes of hope reach every 'aspiring and persistent woman' who is planning higher studies and balancing life meticulously, despite all odds, uncertainties, and challenges. Let this reach her. If this doesn't make you happy, then what will? As we remember and pay our deepest gratitude to the first woman veterinarian in India - Dr. P. Sakku Bai who leaves for another world, we must support each other and succeed professionally and personally. No “one-size fits all” formula is necessary. Let all these be the first and never the last. Let the new generation woman vets drive the change we need in our profession. 

Dr. Sakkubai on her birthday

This is a heartfelt tribute to the first woman veterinarian in India - Late Dr. Sakkubai Ramachandran, the harbinger of lady vets in India.

Jist Ka Mohalla..

This poem in Urdu has been written by Miss Sumera. Guest contributor Sumera, now in Class XI, lives in Delhi with her family. She is a part of Delhi Children's Choir who has performed for 'I for India' concert and along with Oscar nominated Carnatic music maestro Bombay Jayashri. She loves singing, doodling and poetry. She believes in learning great things in life by little experiences.

The journey of DESH

        

       I moved to Calcutta in 2017. My PhD studies brought me here.  I started calling it home since then. Infact it is. Apart from my academic pursuits, the city has become dearer to me because of the families of whom I got to know about through DESH. Scrolling through Facebook the same year one day made me come across a public group called DESH. It was a small group then created on this social media platform on 26 February 2014. 

       DESH is the first born of two selfless ladies - Mrs. Anasuya Mitra and Mrs. Adrija Sen. DESH is a group of committed individuals that gives moral, psychological, emotional and social support to the martyrs’ families in India irrespective of the ranks since 2014. It thrives on the motto –“Janani Janma Bhoomischa Swargaadapi Gariyasi”. The aim of the founders of DESH is to make people of our nation aware of the sacrifices of the soldiers in protecting the democracy of the nation. DESH is a community contributor. DESH promotes patriotic story telling sessions of the real heroes of the nation amongst the school children. Every year team DESH sends around 8000 Rakhis to the forces serving across the far-flung borders. It reaches out to hundreds of martyrs’ families on their birthdays and martyrdom days with Flowers for the Heroes and every happy and significant occasion across India every year. DESH plays a pivot role in reshaping the identities of martyrs in the present myopic society. It aims to bring the legacy of the fallen heroes and war veterans to the common mass and millennials, in specific, through observation and remembrance of the important days. DESH celebrates Diwali by Diye Shaheedon Ke Liye each year remembering Ek Saathi Aur Bhi Tha. Interestingly DESH has chosen to be neither a non-profit nor an organisation for the best known reasons. Instead DESH believes in personal touch with the martyrs’ families in their pain as well as pride. The founders of  DESH solely believe in Karma. They have imbibed the words of their mothers. Indeed DESH is family. 

                        

                  Mrs. Anasuya Mitra - Founder of DESH along with her little Gunja 

         My meeting with Mrs Adrija Sen goes back to a summer 2018 afternoon over a cup of cold coffee at CCD Kankurgachi prior to her birthday. We knew each other even before we met. A former software engineer by profession, Mrs Sen’s parenting goals for her kids –Pupe and Rishi leave me in awe every time. She travelled far across Kargil along with few volunteers from DESH on a pilgrimage to commemorate the twenty years of Kargil Vijay Diwas in 2019 in her own capacity. Having tried for the defence forces in her formative years appeals her to work for the cause with head, heart and soul. The same year I had the wonderful opportunity to meet Mrs. Anasuya Mitra while volunteering on one of the few occasions in Calcutta for DESH. Leaving behind the post of a project scientist in Remote Sensing applications at the Ministry of Earth Sciences, the life of the frenzied animal lover and a Bethune Collegiate school alumna Mrs. Mitra revolves around the little Gunja, Ghonty (her cat) and DESH. Their common love for Swami Vivekananda, Swami Ramakrishna Paramahansa, Netaji, the forgotten Indian National Army and the unsung freedom fighters is limitless. My profound respect for the two lionesses from the common educated Bengali households of Calcutta is immense, understanding that both are deeply involved for the cause of the fallen soldiers and their families with no expectations and returns. Over the time I have bonded with the two supremely ‘No-nonsense’ taking attitude ladies for their immense love for my home state – be it Puri, Lord Jagannath, Dalma or Naveen Babu. I admire the fearless spirits of the two school childhood friends with such clear vision and powerful conviction. Meeting martyr families across various cities in India through DESH has been life altering for me on a personal level. DESH is an inevitable part of my life now.  

 

                                        

                                              Mrs. Adrija Sen - Founder of DESH 

         DESH’s platform for launching the first book on military literature in Bengali - ‘Kargil Er Akashe’ of a veteran by India’s youngest Param Veer Chakra (Bravest of the Brave) recipient Subedar Major Yogendra Singh Yadav in the humble presence of Netaji’s grandnephew Sri Abhijit Roy needs special mention.  DESH’s efforts to reach out to appreciate the defence forces who put back the Amphan hit Calcutta amidst COVID-19 in their own small way call for a huge applause. With the responsibility to not send flowers to the martyrs on their important days while seeking precautions at the receiver’s end in this pandemic, their active presence in others lives has not been diluted. The wonderful initiative of ‘Vartaalap – Know your Hero’ sessions with the families of the martyrs online by Mrs Sen and Mrs Mitra is noteworthy. Currently team DESH is a huge family of few active and strong volunteers of different age groups spread across different cities in India and 9,200 supporters both India and abroad. With ‘Rashtra Seva Sarvopari’, DESH serves the honour of the men who served our nation.  It celebrates martyrs and their families, war veterans, Veer Naaris and every unsung hero. This acknowledgment is rare and one of its kind. Though largely appreciated by the veterans of the forces and recognised by actor Bikram Saluja, DESH does not compete with the likes of the society but for the families who have been broken, deserted and forgotten. 

 

“A soldier dies only when his country forgets him and his supreme sacrifices.

Our motherland is a land of brave warriors.

There are many brave hearts who gave their lives for our country and us.
                     But no one knows about them, their stories and bravery.
            DESH sings the amazing songs of those unsung heroes of ours.

Come, know them and join them in singing their eternal songs."

 

Long live India!! Jai Hind!!

                       The author is a volunteer of DESH sharing stories of moms.           

           The article has been published in   

    https://myvoice.opindia.com/2020/07/the-journey-of-desh/ 

and

https://www.womensweb.in/2020/08/the-journey-of-desh-a-platform-to-celebrate-martyrs-families-in-india/                                                  

Remembering Anu

  My Dearest Anu..

                                     

        For someone who had waited for me long one hot afternoon under the foot bridge of Thiruvanmiyur station in 2015 for our first meet and thanked me for tracing her out, never had I imagined that our association would unfold into a series of wonderful experiences while happily volunteering together for PETA, TEDx Napier Bridge, MASH Project and veganism back in Chennai.

Source: Saarang, IIT Madras facebook

  
         I was inconsolable that night. I was devastated again. Possibly not  just that night but for the days, months and even a year to follow now. As a toddler, these have been the biggest fears of my life- fire, my sleeplessness and the fear of losing loved ones. With all such malicious stuffs getting combined together, I didn't know how I would deal with such after effetcs, Anu. As I went for my Masters convocation in Anna University the same year in December, I knew you won’t be there to

 Source: Saarang, IIT Madras facebook

take me around to the all those nice places to eat around as promised earlier. I feel immensely heartbroken owing to the fact that you won’t be any more making such beautiful paperweights which actually had caught my attention in IIT Saarang Madras four years back even before we had met each other. To the world who knows you as the ‘pawsitive-vegan-art-lover’, and beyond, you still stand as that little, humble and ‘Never say No’ girl to all my requests.  A girl of few words, incredible sincerity and ‘take-no-nonsense’ attitude is how I am going to treasure you in my life as long as I breathe. Now that I don’t even see your consistent daily dose of motivation cherishing singlehood, ethics and happy faces on my Instagram and WhatsApp stories, one would definitely see me imbibing me all those what you had bothered to guide me on what to eat and what not to. That list I still have now. As I recollect cherishing our vegan snacks from the same plate in Ascendas, I would miss you not just I visit ‘Namma Chennai’ everytime but one incredible friend with such magnanimous impact in my enviable friend’s circle. Sending all my abundant Daimoku, prayers, wishes and gratitude for your wonderful family, brave sister Madhu Priya and you my proud fellow Libran..  

                Naan unai kaathalikuran, Machi

As I remember Anu Vidya through her memorialised account, I celebrate her short yet meaningful life. You are in my thoughts wherever you are. 

                  A tribute to the Kurangani forest fire victim, March 2018..

The Valiance of the Mother of a Martyr

 A visible effect on urban media and flushed up posts on the Day, celebrating the altruistic love between the daughters, sons and their mothers. Indeed it is Mother’s Day! A man-in-uniform, too must have written a post on his timeline with a picture of his Mamma, in similar words. 

“Though I am at a point of distance farther from you, though you think I am in a castle of  war and death, I want to tell you Mamma that I miss you. Your blessings are a bonus to my physical strength and span of life. You are the hope and belief of mine because you are the point of my creation for which I am on the land to fulfill my duties assigned by the Real Creator. I wish you carry on the same strength Mamma, which you bore when you brought me up into the beautiful world of your lap. I’ll be home soon. I just want to let you know that I love you Mamma and I wish you a Happy Mother’s Day”.  

No matter if she is a literate modern lady or a rural home-maker, what must have she thought inside her heart when she must have gone through the post or what must have gone through the heart of his sister when she must have read it to the mother on his behalf? All of a sudden, did she gather a state of calmness in her mind or a moment of pride wrapped with the smile on her face?

Otherwise a nostalgic thought must have crossed her that stance of the good old days, each time when he must have come home with a bleeding elbow from the cricket ground during his teens and how she must have gone mad on him of not being careful, just because it hurt her heart to see his blood but the anger acted a shield of strength on her face.

Again each time when he must have been slapped by his teacher in the school, what would she have done to the teacher, or how would she have reacted on seeing her little son upset. Indeed, a little more strength, she must have carried.

And wonder!! What that same selfless, fierce yet a pious woman must have thought when she had decided to send her boy for the service of Folks of her Nation.

It remains an un-descriptive thought for every clueless human, a tough thing to be thought and the hardest to believe about the state of mind, of the woman, called Mother. For the first time when she must have looked upon him with the uniform on his body and the day she sent off her son to serve.

What must she have said to the boy, when he warmly touched her feet and bid goodbye for the time being, because the borders gave him a call of duty.

Mother!!!  If someone would want to talk to you about your cognition when he spoke to you before he finally must have stepped up on the bogie, and when Mamma’s boy must have smiled and hugged you tight, with a word to return home soon.

With a vigour, could you have believed on the day when you, while dining with family instantly come across certain videos on TV where your uniform laden son was being abused and maltreated by a number of strangers on the street. It makes sense that a corner of your heart must have cried and screamed out with an unseen injury, to which you would have wrapped up with a pride filled girth of your chest. Each day within your morning and evening prayers you would have sought for your son’s victorious long life.

But then again another day during same dining the moment when a news telecasts a fellow boy of your son being buried underneath the snow over the altitudes, your heart again must have thumped loud, asking the Mother Earth for why she got rude being another mother? The incidence of a broken out gun battle at the nearest area of his posting where you must have heard that a few of his fellow mates being martyred. How have you held yourself until you heard about your son being safe? 

When the whole country must have mourned on their martyrdom, what was the thing you held inside, mother? For her when we talk about, a glimpse of her son smiling makes her day or a beautiful talk of her girl makes her feel complete. 

There is another side of her being firm like a rock when her eyes bleed out of ache, when the same son of hers returns back home with a wrapped Tricolor around his blood pooled body, to see the young boy of hers inside a coffin. Who could define the state of her heart at that juncture, the same fierce and a proud woman when calls for death, so as to make it possible to talk to her boy again, just once again. 

Undoubtedly the easiest job for anyone is to pay a heed after the later consequences of the war and the martyred boy of the same mother, had it been much proudly given a deserved esteem, admiration and reverence to the one, prior.

To the Woman, selfless, pious, a chosen up creature of His behalf, bringing up humanity, serving humanity, who donates her womb to the service for all of us. Regards, Honour and the warmest of the wishes on Mother’s Day.

  

                     

Guest contributor Dr. Radhika J. Sharma, a proud Dogra from the beautiful mountains of Kathua in Jammu & Kashmir is a veterinarian, PhD scholar and poetess.

   

                                                                                                                      

Wanderlust

Stop making amends for the mistakes you have made,

Just let the droplets on the window pane fade,

Look at the sky, birds flying in a V,

Just take out the 'I' and replace it with we,

We are all going round in circles,

But the circle only has one side,

So swallow a tinch of sea water,

And gulp down all your pride,

Stop thinking about life, you will never get it done,

So shake a few leaves or go in search of the sun,

It does not really matter which direction you choose,

As long as you have roads left in your shoes,

Standing in front of a silent mountain,

Take a lung full of cold winter air,

Sitting on top of an old bus,

Let the wind gush through your dusky hair,

GO FALL IN LOVE ONE MORE TIME,

WHAT HAS BEEN STOPPING YOU ALL THIS WHILE?

Drink down your sorrows with a slice of lime,

May be set coarse for an enchanted Isle,

Go jump around, dance in the monsoon rain,

Let the rain drops carry away every tinch of your pain,

Walk in through the morning mist, go find the morning dew,

Or just let the clouds draw a picture for you,

Bounce pebbles off water, hold the first flake of snow,

Share your secrets with the sea and only the moon will know,

Let your mind sway away like dust,

Embark on the journey called LIFE, 
GO FEED YOUR WANDERLUST.

                         


Guest contributor Ayan Roy from Guwahati, is a techie, volunteer and a happy-go-lucky Bong buddy.

                         

No shame DAINLa !

From the pen of a gynaecologist, a doting mother of a wonderful girl TIA and a DAINLa, guest contributor Dr. Sagnika Dash strongly advocates humanistic ideologies.

It was my fourteenth day at my in-laws' place. As a newly wed, I chose to follow all that was requested, directed and dictated. Most of the things made sense except for the rituals relating to menstruation. As soon as a daughter-in-law (Let us call her DAINLa!) gets her menses for the first time at her in-laws' place, it is no less than a shame and guilt for her that is she meant to feel but also the fact that she is not PREGNANT. This goes circulated amongst the peers as she is asked to go through some specific untoward rituals which makes it all the more obvious that she is MENSTRUATING!

Thus there I was an obedient DAINLa who spotted a few blood stains on cloth then, naive enough to ask her mother-in-law who then guided her through the unprecedented treacherous process of rituals. Then there followed a bunch of orders, "Don't touch anything Bahu! Use the separate bathroom. Don't touch the tap. You will be given one bucket of water to wash yourself. After you are done with your bath, we shall give you a cloth." Meanwhile I could not stop analyzing about the ground, the soil which is a good conductor and thus the logic of impurity for me failed miserably then and there. Washing off oneself with that one bucket included a nine yards of elegance, the stained garment, the body smeared with a paste of herbs and sticky-stinking oil and the one and a half feet of long hair. It was only a sari that I was handed over at the end, I mean a single sari without the accessories. I wrapped up the long cloth, trying to hide my body which eventually made me look like a character from "The Mummy Returns".

Believe me! The walk from the celebrated bathroom to home was not a cake walk. I call it  the worst RAMP WALK as I was on full display considering that the neighbours on the first floor and some peeping could very well sense what had happened. Shame, puppy shame!! The bride was menstruating. I was instructed to clean my sanitary napkins in a separate polybag thoroughly even though they were complete disposables. The polybag belonged to the celebrated bathroom. Thus everytime I went to dispose those pads off, it made people around me aware of the length of my monthly cycle. That was the day I decided firmly that I would not declare my menstruation at my in-laws' place ever. I was lucky that I never had to stay there for long. The next month I went to visit my parents. Even though my dates were approaching when I got back, I mentioned all intentionally that  I got them at my parents' place back then. Isolation of menstruating women makes things worse, especially  when I was given a bucket of water to clean myself which I was unable to do so that day in a complete new place. Instead I was made to waste precious water on cleaning a disposable pad, to what avail and to ward off which black magic I am still not sure till date.

Odia Raja hallmark - Alata

Making women clad in improper clothes on full display to neighbours, outsiders and so what if even insiders is never a sensible idea to deal with the pain, bleeding and the shame associated with menstruation. When the world cannot stop going ga-ga about building toilets indoors for ladies, why can't the menstruating woman take bath indoors there? This particular saga makes me wonder if a woman with a voice and social relevance can be made to follow unbelievable customs which belittles a normal physiological bodily function, what about the million voiceless suffering? I can't imagine! I belong to a state which proudly celebrates the menstruation festival since ages known as Raw-Ja. But the persistence of ignorance and customs ingrained in households somewhere still humiliates my womanhood. 

                                              

When my daughter grows up, I would want her to feel empowered because of menstruation and there shall be no rules and no shame. 

For more understanding on menstrual hygiene education, please refer 

 https://www.womensweb.in/2020/07/significance-of-menstrual-hygiene-education/