Blog Archives - Achyuta Samanta

Revisiting a train ride to Calcutta

Posted on: 11 Sep 2018

In the foothills of Himalayas, listening to the chirping of the birds my mind was growing restless in the midst of a calm and stunning setting. The serene atmosphere failed to provide rest to fast whizzing thoughts. Sleepless and restless, I was thinking about last night's journey. I was at the Mayfair Himalayan Spa Resort, a spectacular celebration of luxury and heritage located in the hill town of Kalimpong in Bengal. From my otherwise busy schedule, I had to take time out to attend the parliamentary standing committee meeting on coal and steel in Kalimpong. I express my gratitude to Naveen Patnaik ji, the chief minister of Odisha, for reposing faith in me and giving me an opportunity to represent the state as a Rajya Sabha member. Everything was perfect,…

Bliss of Service

Posted on: 24 Aug 2018

When we dare to take the challenge, we call for success. If we don’t dare and stay in the comfort zone, bringing in change is difficult. I would like to share the small example of taking a few students of KISS to New Delhi on a tour. All the success is attributed to the intention to do something good. Kids born into poverty in the interiors of the state never get an opportunity to explore the world and find a cause to live for. Instead, they were tortured by the Naxalites and churned into the system of red-tapism where they finally meet their end. They never thought of coming into the brighter side of the world. I have done my small bit of bringing, nurturing and educating them on this…

Towards a compassionate work culture

Posted on: 1 Aug 2018

Some moments become monumental. Sometimes strangers come across in your life as your own people and give a feeling of belongingness. I feel privileged to share such a remarkable story. It dates back to 2016 when I delivered a talk at the 11th Foundation Day lecture of Sir Ganga Ram Hospital at India International Centre, New Delhi on the theme of Inclusive and Sustainable Development. More than 600 elite people attended the talk. It was for the first time that they had invited a social worker for their Foundation Day lecture. After the talk, the audience gave a standing ovation. Overwhelmed and moved by my story of struggle, an old gentleman came to talk to me after the lecture while I was being thronged by the crowd for pictures and…

Bridge of Progress- Gurupriya Setu

Posted on: 26 Jul 2018

Odisha is one of the fastest developing states in India today. It has marched ahead in terms of quality of life, real income of the people, rise in investments, reduction of poverty and geared up socio-economic development. However, the benefits of development don’t reach the remotest corner of Odisha, the tribal hinterlands which are inhabited by poorest of the poor inspite of being mineral rich belt. The major lacuna is connectivity. One such district of Odisha, Malkangiri, considered a hotbed of Maoist activity, has been deprived of the benefits of the growth. Isolation, alienation, superstition, ignorance coupled with high incidence of Naxal activity has bedevilled the region in the past. Abysmally low literacy, high infant mortality rate and inaccessible terrain put a big question mark over the talk of inclusive…

My note to readers

Posted on: 18 Jul 2018

Dear Friends, People who know me are aware that I am not very tech-savvy nor am I a person of many words. My life has been about outright action. But I see it's important to connect the dots of my life and give it to the people, young and young at heart. My primary phone is still not a smartphone. But I realise that I have to march ahead with the changing times. I am learning it and that's the reason I have been keeping you updated with all my activities and development through Social Media. Now, I am taking baby steps to start a blog and delve into that arena. It will consist of my thoughts on social, political, economic, tribal, education and other aspects of India and world.…

The strength to beat all odds ‘Lord led me to where I am today’

Posted on: 18 Jul 2018

The horror in the film Night of the Living Dead was a work of fiction, but in 1971 I lived through a night no less harrowing as a six-year-old with my widowed mother and two-year-old sister. Being trapped in our own house in remote Kalarabanka, an obscure village in the then Cuttack district, we were dying every moment while expecting a miraculous escape from the ordeal. Today when I look back, I shudder to think what could have happened to us in what could well be counted as the darkest night of our lives. The thought of that fateful night still runs a shiver down my spine. That night, hunger and poverty with all vengeance seemed to have joined the fury of nature to entrap us, but we overcame because…