. Pl ge > oe Pied Piper of Hamelin Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover citys The river Weses, deep and wider Washes its wall on the southem sides A pleasanter spot you never spied = But, when begins my ditty, ‘ra sharps: Sounas MD ‘Almost five hundred years ago» To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin, was a pity. fate og Sule: ne - soars __ Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cas, ie eo fe yg Pod And bi the babies in the cradles, ‘And ate the cheeses out of the vats, ‘And licked the soup from the cooks’ own lads Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men’s Sunday hats, ‘And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking, With shrieking and squeaking, In fifty different sharps and flats. One day the townfolk flocked to the town hall, They appealed to the Mayor to urgently ook for some means to rid tl fo rid the town of rats. Suddenly a strange-looking man — tall, thin, eat? iM lor i) er long red and yellow coat, appeared in the doorway. He told the Mayor he could vid the fayor he cou town of rs forthe price ofa thousand guilders. The Mayor agreed gtd ; gre “For detailed instructions, see inside front cover,nto the street the Piper stept, sling fist Title smile, i if he knew what magic slept ‘stept: old English ward for ‘stenped like @ musical ra his quiet Pipe the while; teapteee rien, like a musical adept, cere: before ue : rumbling: deep. heowy nase qo blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, nd green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, qikea candle-fame where sal is sprinkled: brawny: muscular plodders: those who walk sionly {riskers: those who ump ploytuly and ere thece shrill notes the pipe uttered, vou heard as Fan army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; ‘and the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; ‘And out of the house the rats came tumbling. Great ts, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,= J enray sins one aS Fathers, mothers, uncles, cous . = > i i icking whiskers, oan Cocking tails and pricking re i " justling, Families by tens and ‘ee _ into i uusbands, wives — sae, Brothers, sisters, hn ie ron a ; re Followed the Piper for their ts cat i val ” vr From street to street he piped advancl SERS And step for step they followed dancing, ae Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished! The townfolk rejoiced. Hamelin was at last free of rats. The Piper asked the Mayor to give him his due. The ungrateful Mayor and the corporation refused saying that as the work was already done, all they could offer the Piper was a hearty drink of wine! Little did they know what fate would befall the people of the town for their ingratitude. Once more he stept into the street, And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling OF merry crowds justing at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, lke fowls ina fatm-yard when barley i scatterin, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy checks and flaxen curls And sparkling eyes and tee Tripping and skipping, The wonderful music B> th like pearls, fan merrily afier with shouting and laughter- Ley led the dancing children to he high | , ae gr open the bilside and the children followed the Piper nw th never 10 be sen agin. (nthe las four lines, the _ Hee i Willie, the child he has written the poem for 1 et urddresses cr . the Pi Koppelberg Hil A hinge e, Jet me and you be wipers so. Wil ‘of scores © weer they ppE us free from rats or from mice, ; mised them aught, let us keep our promise! | agweve PPO i Robert Browning, wat with all men — especially pipers!L SCAN Pace: I) > Friends and Flatterer, Every one that fatters thee ar Is no friend in misery “Wyvern Words are easy, like the wind; WISE: white Faithful friends are hard to find. roars eg means means Every man will be thy friend wit frowns: old teins our eons made @ poune) Prodigal: one uno bends money ireey — Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant No man shall supply thy want. IF that one be prodigal Bountiful they will him call: And with such like fattering, ‘Pity but he were a king’. For detailed’ inside front cover.we But if fortune once do frown Then farewell his great renown: They that fawnid on him before Use his company no more. ‘do frown: hete, 1 hot favourable toon famed tne to please fou: enemy He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need If thou sorrow, he will weeps IF thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart @ He with thee doth bear a part, These are certain signs to know Faithfal friend from flattering foe. William Shakespeare~~ The Nightingale and the Glow-worm ean A nightingale, that all day long at eve his note Had cheered the village with his son Peavpner Nor yet at eve his note suspended, eee eatase Nor yet when eventide was ended, QO snéeee ent Bogan to feel, as well he might, oer ted ot The keen demands of appetite; Ey Eo When, looking eagerly around, Bs sora He spied far off upon the ground, z ae ‘A something shining in the dark, = Ni wath al ‘And knew the glow-worm by his sparky (mn ye coping down fom hawthorn op wating out He thought to put him in his crop, 2 apprebation: 7 Singing out is, The worm, aware of his intent, praise, admiration Harangued him thus, right eloquent: “Did you admire my lamp,” quoth he, “As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your songs For ‘owas the self-same power divine, Taught you to sing and me to shine; ‘That you with music, I with light, Might beautify and cheer the night.” The songster heard his short oration, And warbling out his approbation, Released him, as my story tells, And found a supper somewhere else. William Couper 6 “For detaled instructions, see inside front cover.a The Milkman of India g We offer our tribute to Dr Verghese Kieren, + the legend who taught us self belief and determination. + the patriot who transformed a country * the Father of the White Revolution, The year was 1946. A young graduate from Guindy College of Engineering in Madras (now Chennai), applied for a government scholarship to study Metallurgy and Nuclear Physics abroad, “What do you know about pasteurisation?” the interviewer asked the young man. “Something to do with milk”, was the young man’s uninterested response. “Yes! Youre right and you've been selected for a scholarship to study Dairy Engineering,” said the interviewer. This young man was Verghese Kurien. He was initially disippointed because he had no interest in Dairy Engineering. Nevertheless, he left for the United States in 1946 to study at the Michigan State University. At the university, he was happy that he got Mechanical Engineering as the main subject with Dairy Engineering as a minor subject. After studying in the US, Kurien came back to India in 1948, Hee was asked to join as the Dairy Engineer in the Government Research Creamery at Anand, a vilage in the Kaira district of Gujarat, in return for the scholarship Paid by the government. On 13 May 1949, Kutien landed in Anand. However, he Couldnt find suitable accommodation in Anand and had to settle {the garage of the dairy, It was a dilapidated small room and Xivin repaired it on his own. He made windows in the walls and * bathroom with iron sheets In Anand, Kurien found that a clever businessman, Pestonjee = y “ealedinsrvcons, see inl rot cover Dr VERGHESE KURIEN (1921 = 2012) was responsible for turning India from a milk dficienc country to the largest producer of milk in the world today. His enduring personality and commitment of tuming the impossible ineo possible won him many awards. After a lifetime of struggle and convict towards serving the nation, Dr Verghese Kurien will always be remembered as the person who redefined she meaning of milk a5 a powerful tool for economic development. ee Kee pasteurlsation: the process of making food sate by destroying micro-organisms through rapid heating and cooling Creamery: dairy dilapidated: run-down, shabby @=p S Edulji, owner of Polson Dairy, was fooling plight: here, Jiffcuties, problems, the farmers. Pestonjee cooperatives: Organizations owned and run jointly middtemen: those who buy from Producers and sell to consumers’ was selling products at higher prices and paying the farmers less for their produce. Verghese Kurien was touched by the plight of the farmers. Inspired by Tribhuvandas Patel, the leader of the farmers, Kurien gave ideas about helping farmers form their own milk cooperatives. He even helped them in the selection of machinery. However, unhappy with his job, Kurien wanted to get out of Anand as quickly as possible. By the end of 1949, he was all set and eager to pack off to Mumbai but that did not happen. Tribhuvandas Patel requested Kurien to stay back, His simple plea was: “We need you here!” Kurien accepted Tribhuvandas Patel’s suggestion and joined the Kaira Cooperative as their General Manager in 1950. He never regretted that decision. = Verghese Kurien worked with a ™Mple vision = to help farmers 0 that they gy control their resources and not be pei by middlemen. On 15 November 1954, the first President of India, Dr Rajendra Prasad, laid the foundation for the dairy plant at Anand, the world’s first plant to manufacture milk powder from buffalo milk. Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru inaugurated this plant in October 1955. The Kaira Cooperative now needed tg focus on proper advertising and branding, A chemist at the Kaira laboratory suggested the name ‘Amul’ which is derived from the Sanskrit word Amoolya, meaning priceless, It also stood as an acronym for Anand Milk Union Limited and the name AMUL was formally registered in 1957. Amul grew from strength to strength, thanks to the inspired leadership of ‘Tribhuvandas Patel, the Founder Chairman, and the committed professionalism of Dr Verghese Kurien. The ‘Amul Pattern’ established itself as an ideal model for rural development and it played an essential role in the lives of women farmers, making them economically independent. In 1964, when the then Prime Minister Lal Bahadur Shastri visited Amul in Anand, he was impressed by the way Amul was sourcing milk from farmers and helping them improve their economic condition. Lal Bahadur Shastri asked Dr Kurien to replicate the Amul modelae « the country. © a same ream worked out that the at ceament would ced £0 give around cs for this initiative, ‘The nmediately rejected the ate pln. teen though the Amul brand was regiseered Dr Verghese Kurien now wanted ee are that there was an advertising speney 10 promote the brand. In 1966, gevester dxCunha of Advertising and Sales Promotion (ASP) was entrusted with the cask of creating an advertisement, He and i nis wife came up with the tagline Utterly sucerty delicious Amul, Even though the word butterly seemed doubrful, because it was ungrammatical, ig worked for the brand! The country saw the birth of a campaign that continues to charm all, till date. When the first few ads appeared in Bombay (now Mumbai), everyone found the ads very cute. The advertisement was a winner! oy . ee by Kuriens plans, hey agreed to his The Amul Girl, with her clever proposal and Operation Flood" ot the catchphrases and her love for bures is ‘White Revolution was born. For the first one of the most famous mascots Indian countries to donate this surplus milk to India, Dr Kurien stressed that he would sell the milk at the regular price in India and use the earnings to repeat the Amul model throughout the country. Impressed time, an institute of national importance advertising has seen. was established in a village and not in a ‘Around the year 1968, there was SUrplUS capital city, production of milk in the European Dr Verghese Kurien, vountries So much so that they had 20 he person behind this ee seye lue what to do with the surplus milk. ee anon Soeun tan Dr Kurien realized that there was an vile farmers in what extehphrases opportunity. was once milk-deficit marcos symbols That year, at the World Food India, Through systems eneonest Programme, Dr Kurien pleaded the designed by him, India see = ane « ‘palaion Foods Launched in 1970, this wos one ofthe wor! largest rural development programmes. thas. % helped dairy formers direct their own development and manage the resources they create. .Muh US x PEM ee al Dr.V.Kurien ey became the world’s largest producer of milk, surpassing even the US. The cooperative became a model not only for India, but for developing countries throughout the world. ‘Whar started as a cooperative society to help farmers of an area, is today a billion Inspired by churning of the ‘milk ocean’) in 1976. dollar company. "The Father of the White Revo passed away on 9 September 2919. brief illness. The Amul Girl wept fo? first time to pay homage to the Breat Dr Kurien’s determination of cumin the impossible into possible won hin awards such as the Ramon Magsaysay Many Award for Community Leadership (1963) Padma Shri (1965), Padma Bhushan (1966), World Food Prize award (1985), International Person of the Year award (1993) and Padma Vibhushan (1999), » However, the best award that the people of the country gave him was the title ~ ‘“Milkman of India’. ° 'Ution Dr Kurien and Operation Flood, noted film-maker Shyam Benegal made the film Manthan (the Benegal made the film with the contribution of two rupees each, from over half 2 million farmers who were involved in Operation Flood. The film was a big success. Later, the United Nations Development Programme used the film to start similar cooperatives in Latin America as well.FOVENTURE AND IMAGITIATION tting oe dy for Adventures joucl de from Miguel 4 ; fi 1 as Kee-ho-to)) the eccentric gentleman who Quisere (prone ed reading stories about knights, cied himself knight. He lovee fancied himself as 4 Sl 7 esses, magicians, enchanted castles, etc. In fact, he was chivalry, princesses sbsorbed in these _famasies that he slowly started to lose touch with so abs dieve that he we reality a van to bel as one of these fiction heroes. ty mn lity and began 10 Cervantes great novel about Don This is an extract ed in Spain a very old-fashioned han fifty years of ag in, his nose was long and his hair was dd ways and did so many strange + years ago, there liv “ Mo en whe e and quite tall gentleman who was more & and slender. His face was thi turing grey. He had many 0 things. He was called ‘the good Mr Quixand. In the hallway of his old-fashioned house, a short, rusty sword was always hanging; and leaning against the wall were a rusty lance and a big rawhide shield. These weapons had belonged to his great-grandfather. Mr Quixote spent almost all his time in reading — stories of knights and their daring deeds on battlefields. One day, he said to himself, ‘Why should I always be a plain farmer and sit here at home? Why may I not become a famous knight? I will mount my noble horse and ride out into the world to seek adventures. The first thing he did was to clean up an armour that had belonged to his great-grandfather, and had been for ages lying forgotten in a corner. He polished it with great care and cut some pieces of pasteboard to supply the missing parts. He painted them “ye ees to look like steel. There was an old brass helmet too and the straps chivalry: bravery, for holding it on were lost. But Mr Quixote patched it up and amour tne meal found some green ribbons which served instead of straps. He held to protect the body it up and felt very proud to think that his head would be adorned in battle ————___ with so rare a piece of workmanship. “For detailed instructions, see inside front cover.cond part of Don was published chivalry: bravery, courage armour: the metal covering earlier worn to protect the body in battie * Getting fancied himself as a = ROVENTURE AND IMAGINATION Ready for Adventures de Cervantes great novel about Don id as Kee-ho-tey)> the eccentric gentleman who Quisore (pronoweneet MT He loved reading stories about knighys, chivalry, princesses, nega, enchanted castles, “ 4 fact, i twas eo abe in these fantasies tat he sow) sare G me fai with reality and began to believe that he was one of these fiction heroes. is ie an extract fromm Miguel Many years ago, there lived in Spain a very old-fashioned an who was more than fifty years of age and quite tall gentlem: ute ond his nose was long and his hair was and slender. His face was thin, ; turning grey. He had many odd ways and did som things. He was called ‘the good Mr Quixana’. In the hallway of his old-fashioned house, a short, rusty sword was always hanging; and leaning against the wall were a rusty lance and a big raw-hide shield. These weapons had belonged to his great-grandfather. Mr Quixote spent almost all his time in reading — stories of knights and their daring deeds on battlefields. One day, he said to himself, “Why should I always be a plain farmer and sit here at home? Why may I not become a famous knight? I will mount my noble horse and ride out into the world to seek adventures.” any strange The first thing he did was to clean up an armour that had belonged to his great-grandfather, and had been for ages lying forgotten in a corner. He polished it with great care and cut some pieces of pasteboard to supply the missing parts. He painted them to look like steel. There was an old brass helmet too and the straps for holding it on were lost. But Mr Quixote patched it up and found some green ribbons which served instead of straps. He held it up and felt very proud to think that his head would be adorned with so rare a piece of workmanship, “For detalled instructions, see inside front cover.Now he ceded a horse, for every knight must have a noble horse. He thought the poor old creature in the barn was just the stuff for a war horse, “He will carry me most gallantly.” he said. Now, I shall call myself Don Quixote,” he cried, “and since my home is in the district of La Mancha, I shall be known throughout the world as Don Quixote de la Mancha, What name is nobler than that?” So one morning, Don Quixote put on his armour and the old helmet, He took down the short sword and belted it to his side. He swung the leather shield upon his shoulder, went to the barn and ute & saddled his horse. Then ‘conferred that he mounted and rode honour upon hhims given him the silently through the tonour sleeping village and the Beast ne: nehe quict fields. I trust thas I shall meet with some worthy adventure,’ he said to himself. But he soon realized that he was not a knight, for no one had conferred that honour upon him. Must he return home? “No, that I shall never do!” he cried. “[ will ride onward, and the first worthy man that I meet shall make me knight.” So he resumed his journey. The hours passed, but neither man nor beast took note of time or distance. The horse, in quest of sweeter grass, carried his masterr ! 4 to the summit of a gentle hill. There, in the valley below him, Don Quixote saw @ little inn by the roadside. “Ha! Did I not say that we should have an adventure?” he cried. He gathered up the reins and charged down the hill, imagining that the inn was a great castle with four towers and a deep moat and a drawbridge. With the greatest joy in the world he rode onward to the door of the inn. The innkeeper saw Don Quixote riding up and he went out to welcome him. He was dying to laugh at the warlike appearance of his visitor but he kept as sober a face as possible. “Sir Knight,” he said, “will you honour me by alighting from your horse? I have no bed to offer you, but you shall have every other accommodation that you may ask.” Don Quixote still supposed that the inn was a castle and that the innkeeper must be the governor. So he answered in pompous tones, “Senor Castellano, anything is enough for me. No bed is so sweet ‘lighting: getting ‘coming down to me as the field of battle.” “You speak well, Sir Knight,” said the amused innkeeper. Senor: Spanish for Mr or Sir dismounted: got off steed: warhorse last poor morsel: last bit of food dubbed a knight: knighted by the ritual touching of, the shoulder with sword beckoned: gestured “Alight, and enter!” He held the stirrup while Don Quixote dismounted. “Take 2 oe good care of my steed. There is 10% a fing horse in the universe. The innkeeper promised so and led the horse away to the stable. When the innkeeper returned, he found Don Quixore pulling off his armour. The helmet had been tied fast with the green ribbons and it could not be taken off without cutting them. “Never shall anyone harm those ribbons,” cried Don Quixote; and after vainly trying to untie them he was obliged to leave them as they were. It was a funny sight to see him sitting there with his head enclosed in the old patched-up helmet. “Now, Sir Knight,” said the innkeeper, “will you not have some food?” “[ will, indeed,” answered Don Quixote. It was hard for the poor man to get the food to his mouth, for his helmet was much in his way. By using both hands, however, he managed to help himself. Suddenly, however, the thought again came to him that he was not yet a knight. He stopped eating. The last poor morsel was left untouched on the table before him. His appetite had left him. “Alas! alas!” he groaned. “I cannot lawfully ride out on any adventure until I have been dubbed a knight.” He arose and beckoned to the innkeeper to follow him to the barn. “I have something to say to you,” he whispered. Then falling at the innkeepers feet, he cried, “Sir, I shall never rise from this place till you have promised togrant the boon which I am about to beg of you.” The innkeeper did not know what to do. He tried to raise the poor man up, but he could not. At last he said, “I promise. Name the boon which you wish, and will give it to you.” “Oh, noble sir,” answered Don Quixote, “| knew you would not refuse me. Allow me to watch my armour in the chapel of your castle tonight, and then in the morning...” “and what shall I do in the morning?” asked the innkeeper. “Kind sir,” he answered, “do this: grant jon: ‘rant the wish In quest of: in search of Bestow on me the honour of knighthood. For I long to tide through every corner of the earth in quest of adventures; and this 1 cannot do until after I have been dubbed a knight.” ‘The innkeeper smiled. “Certainly, certainly,” he said. “Arise, and I will do all that you ask of me.” “Now lead me to your chapel. I will watch my armour there,” said Don Quixote.“1 would gladly lead you there but at the present time there is no chapel in ing cate, It will do just as well ro watch your armonr in some other convenient place. Many of the greatest knights have done thie when there was no chapel to be found.” “Noble sit. | believe you!” aid Don Quixote. “Since you have no chapel, [shall be content with any place.” “Then bring your armour into the courryand of my castle,” said the innkeeper. “Guard it bravely until moming, and at sunrise 1 will dab you a knight. But stop!” cried the innkeeper, “Have you any money?” “Not a penny,” was the answer. “I have never read of any knight carrying money with him.” “Oh, well, you are mistaken there,” said the innkeeper. “The books you have read may not say 3 nything about it. That is because the authors never thought it worthwhile to write about such common things as money and clean shirts.” “Ie does look reasonable,” agreed Don Quixote, “bur I never thought of it.” “Then let me advise you as a father advises his son,” said the innkeeper. “As soon as you have been made a knight, ride homeward and provide yourself with these necessary articles.” “I will obey you, most noble sir,” answered Don Quixote. He carried his armour to the barnyard and haid it in a horse trou h by the well. “Then he began t@ pace 10 and fro, He held his head high, like a soldier on duey: and the old patched helmet, falling e, gave him a fearful down over his appearance. ; During the night, one of the guests, mule driver, tried to get water from the rough for one of his mules. In so doing he moved Don Quixote’s armour, which offended Don Quixote, who then knocked him our with a blow to the head. Bue just then several of the guest's friends came running into the barnyard, When Don Quixote saw them coming, he braced himself with his shield and drew his sword. But he stood bravely at his post, “Fling on!” he cried. “I dare you to come within my reach.” “Let him alone,” cried the innkeeper. “He is a harmless fellow who wishes to become a knight. He has lost his senses through too much reading, Come away and leave him in peace.” The innkeeper spoke gently to Don Quixote, “Brave sir, you have guarded your armour with courage. You have shown yourself worthy of knighthood, and I will give you that honour without further delay.” “Nothing can please me better,” answered Don Quixote, The innkeeper, thereupon, called to his guests and servants to come and see the ceremony. A book was brought to him in which he kept his accounts of hay and straw, Don Quixote stood with closed eye— beside his armour. The innkeeper pretended to read a chapter from the book. Don Quixote knelt down in the dust of the barnyard. The innkeeper stood over him and mumbled some words without meaning. He gave Don Quixote a blow on the neck with his hand and slapped him on the back with vox eee ‘Thou are: You are the flat of his sword. valiant: brave “Arise, Sit Knight,” he said. “Thou are Don Quixote de la Mancha, the most valiant of men. Be always brave.” Don Quixote arose, feeling that he was now in truth a knight and ready to do brave deeds.