It was 10:00 am on Thursday, Feb 25th 2010; Yashwanthapur Express came to a grinding halt. Asschool children happily leave the school in the evenings, the passengers happily boarded the train withluggages. As the adage goes “Time doesn’t stand still for anybody otherwise the world can never move.”I was stopped by a voice of Girish of Hindu Seva Pratishtan. I came out to see fast changing face ofBangalore decorated with colorful posters of celebrations of 500 years centenary celebrations of SriKrishna Deveraya Coronation.We reached Pratishtan Karyalay “Ajitsree”. The director Sri Sridhar Sagarji along with Sri KrishnaMurthyji and Sri Sripadji made me feel homely with their affectionate smile intimate talk.Hindu Seva Pratishtan manifested out of the depth of innerconsciousness of Ajitji with his identification with sufferings of people in thesociety.Since 1925 lakhs of inspired souls are offering themselves totally atthe feet of mother land under the motivation of Rastriya SwayamSevak Sangh.To channelize that human resource and at the same time to awake the vastmultitudes of right minded, patriotic masses bestowed with age old HinduSamskaras of Dharma and make the suffering society better, Hindu SevaPratishtan has came into existence.Hindu Seva Pratishtan envisages a vision to train, motivate thousands of individuals to take upsocial causes.The movement is today guided by stalwarts like Ma Sri Jaydevji, Ramannaji and Setharamji.Late Ajitji was a gold medalist in engineering. He dedicated himself for the nation. In 1980 hestarted Hindu Seva Pratishtan. For ten years he was the guide. “For social transformation let everyindividual independently and selflessly strive by taking up service activities which know no boundaries ofdiscrimination. Let service turn into a nature but not a profession.” This was the message and mission ofAjitji.
A journey into the Mother Nature’s lap
I, Jyothiamma was travelling in a bus fromTirthhalli to Karangiri. It was a sight to see. The motherearth looked, draped in a green sari and trying to touchthe blue sky. I think the genius of Bankin Chandra wouldhave written another immortal song.This is Malayanadu gifted with highest rainfall.Crisscrossed with hills and valleys it is a thing of beauty.Trees surrounded by creepers were emitting