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How we reduced Dubai’s ecological footprint and helped others too
Posted: September 27, 2012 in EnvironmentTags: Dubai, ecological footprint, environment, junk, Take My Junk, women
How we reduced Dubai’s ecological footprint and helped others in the process
Posted: September 27, 2012 in EnvironmentTags: Dubai, ecological footprint, environment, junk, Take My Junk, woman, women
Re-cycling might be the buzzword the world over now, but residents of Dubai are only recently waking up to the possibilities of re-cycling. Although there are separate roadside bins for dumping plastic, tin cans and paper, most often we don’t separate our trash and just dump it together. There are also phone numbers one can call to take away heavy waste like furniture, but it is not uncommon to see sofas, dining tables and beds lying by the giant garbage bins by the sidewalk. In a report published by Time Out Dubai in 2011, WWF Living Planet ranked the UAE as having the third-biggest ecological footprint per capita in the world, after Qatar and Kuwait. The report said most of Dubai’s waste ends up in landfill.
With this data in mind and after witnessing all the re-usable junk landing up in our apartment garbage room on a daily basis, three of us – Harsha Lulla, Jigna Bhatt and myself, Amrita Mukherjee – got together to create junk that would make a difference. To introduce ourselves all I can say is three of us have one thing in common – we have all swapped our successful 9-6 jobs for a more rigorous 24×7 position of being full-time moms and we all want to use the little time we get away from our mamma duties, in a constructive manner. Harsha was working as a production manager for 16 years in a jewellery manufacturing and exports firm handling a team of 200 workers while Jigna has been a junior scientist, a college lecturer and a life science teacher and I have been a journalist. So organizing a JUNK DAY in our apartment building in Karama, Dubai, wasn’t too difficult a task considering our experiences in planning and management.
What is a JUNK DAY?
I had got this idea of organizing a JUNK DAY after I read the interview of Faisal Khan in Friday magazine published by Gulf News. Canadian-Indian Faisal junked his real estate business to do something that would make a difference to the community, keep the environment clean and earn him a living too. He started the organization Take MY Junk UAE, that not only saves furniture, home appliances and electronic goods, from landing up in the landfill they also give away clothes, books and other re-usable things to labourers for free.
Faisal’s idea of a JUNK DAY: Residents of an apartment building coming together and putting their junk in one place for them to pick up.
What we did
STEP 1: After we decided on a date to organize the JUNK DAY in our apartment we ran the idea by an enthusiastic supporter, our watchman Belal Hussain. Belal very pertinently advised us to keep the JUNK DAY on a Saturday instead of Friday when many families are on a day-out or stir out of bed late. We decided on Saturday, September 22. Then we posted A4 fliers near the lifts on the ground floor and in the basement. Over prompt email Take My Junk UAE confirmed pick-up at noon on that day.
STEP2: After a couple of days when we were sure that all residents had gone through the fliers we visited each and every home in our building – that has 92 apartments – urging them personally to join the JUNK DAY. Of course, we divided the task between the three of us. The response was overwhelming. Almost all residents said they would join barring just a few who had given away all their junk to charities during Ramadan and pre-summer holiday cleaning. But many of them said they would still search their cupboards for something to bring along on JUNK DAY.
STEP 3: Two days prior to JUNK DAY three of us met to look at the homes we had covered, people we still needed to get in touch with and if anybody mentioned any heavy furniture that needed dismantling. Overall we were happy with the response.
D-DAY, JUNK DAY
I was finishing feeding my son his breakfast when Harsha called to say she was rushing back from the gym and would meet me at our stipulated point at the ground floor garage. I could feel my heart beating a trifle quickly. The question on my mind was, “Would there be enough goods for the Take My Junk truck to fill up?” I still wasn’t sure. But as the lift opened I was greeted by a beaming Belal. “People have been keeping the stuff here from 7 am in the morning although you kept the time between 11am and noon,” he informed us.
Our junk collection point was already over pouring with huge plastic bags full of clothes, shoes, books, stationery. I could spot an odd laptop, a children’s scooter, a wooden dining table, a computer table, a TV table, kitchen appliances and utensils, in the heap. I have never been so happy to see so much junk.
As Harsha and I stood there meeting residents we made new friends among our neighbours, some of whom I had never met before, despite living in the same building for nearly two years. Some children came forward to help their parents place the junk, some got down to a game of football, while we chatted and enjoyed the bonhomie.
The friendly Take My Junk UAE team arrived on the dot and put all the junk together in huge black plastic bags. And yes, their truck did fill up. Check out our photographs below.

Harsha, her friend Priyanka who came to join us from a nearby apartment building, Shubha, Tripti, Ritu and Chandana
What we learned
It did not take us a lot of time and legwork to reduce our ecological footprint and make a difference in someone else’s life. It just needed someone to take the initiative. Thanks to JUNK DAY we also got to know we have generous and enthusiastic neighbours. Last but not the least, while standing there and interacting with our building-mates we also lost some calories, piled on some vitamin D and reduced the stress hormones by sharing a laugh.
What happened to our junk?
Take My Junk UAE answers my questions.
Where do the clothes, shoes, toys, books and stationary usually go?
Take My Junk collects the unwanted items and then refurbishes them and sells them or redistributes them for free to labourers, maids or low-income families in Ajman and Sharjah. We try to provide quality goods to families that cannot otherwise afford to purchase new items.
How does a junk day in an apartment building help you?
A JUNK DAY in an apartment building helps us greatly as it saves us the cost, time and effort which would otherwise be wasted in collecting junk from each household. By selling or gifting your unwanted items to Take My Junk, you are not only helping those in need but you are also making a positive impact to the environment. Because Take My Junk ensures items are RE-USED, these items are prevented from ending up in landfills. We also RECYCLE items that cannot be re-used. Through this combination of recycling and re-use, we are helping to conserve our precious natural resources for generations to come.
What do you do with the sale proceeds?
After expenses, Take My Junk donates a share of the revenue generated to Ajman Medical Clinic. The clinic has a Medical Fund that provides for many labourers who need medical attention. The “Take My Junk fund” provides a free voucher to men, who cannot afford to pay for a medical consultation.
Can you give us a couple of examples of how junk collected by you helped somebody recently?
Mohammad Alam, a 26-year-old signboard installer said, “Due to long working hours I always had a pile of household chores like cooking, washing, drying, cleaning etc. My roommates and I recently got a washing machine and a TV from the Take My Junk warehouse. We now watch our favourite TV programmes, while the washing is being taken care of by our new machine.”
Firoz, a 35-year-old bus driver, said, “Recently, our air conditioner broke down and we had to face the fierce summer heat during Ramadan. At Take My Junk warehouse we picked up a window AC at the most affordable price. My friend also picked up a camera. It’s helped us capture our big smiles in one small photograph, which we’ve shared with all our families.”
How can we help you more?
Firstly, Take My Junk UAE thanks you and your neighbourhood for organising the JUNK DAY and contributing items for the poorer sections of our society. Hope you can organize more such days in future. You can help us immensely by spreading the awareness of our services, by passing the word on to your relatives and friends, so they can call us when they want to dispose and discard any of their unwanted items. Take My Junk UAE believes and runs the business by the philosophy of ”One Man’s Junk is Another Man’s Treasure”. We would like more and more people to join us and help us recycle and re-use and help us make our very own contribution towards a greener environment. We also encourage volunteers to come and help us sort the junk in our warehouse in Ajman. There is always a pile of junk that needs sorting or heaps of stuff to be distributed. Please email us at info@takemyjunkuae or call us on + 971 50 179 4045 to schedule community service days.
What next for us?
We are planning a pre-Diwali JUNK DAY on public demand (more precisely neighbourly demand!!).
Jashodhara Hanafi, the teacher who taught us love
Posted: September 5, 2012 in UncategorizedTags: South Point school, teacher, Teacher's Day, woman
Jashodhara Hanafi, the teacher who taught us love
Posted: September 5, 2012 in Teacher, Uncategorized, WomenTags: South Point school, teacher, Teacher's Day, women
Apart from our parents and immediate family the people who have the greatest influence on us are our teachers. But as we move on in our life pursuing higher degrees, careers and our ambitions we tend to lose touch with our teachers, who have had such a great role to play not only in our academic life but also in the way we think.
We all have had several teachers in our lives who have given us the wings to fly and have taught us to take on the world but there was one teacher who taught us how to love, and that was Jashodhara Hanafi. There is no denying the fact that some teachers in South Point School were more popular than others and she was one of them. There were plenty of students in our school, who had not taken a single geography class from her but they knew her, generations of students talked about her and if I may have the liberty to say so, she was kind of a legend in the long corridors of South Point High School, Kolkata.
Why? She was a brilliant teacher, yes. But as my friend Indranil Halder has written in his book Warrior In The Sanctuary, most students, especially the boys, had their eyes pinned on the silver key rings that hung from her waist and made a jingling sound every time she moved to write on the blackboard. The guys, who had made it a point to move to the front benches for her class, sighed with every move. The girls on the other hand were busy admiring “aunty’s” (that’s what we called the teachers in school) fascinating wardrobe of stylish sarees, her string of lovely danglers and her perfectly-plucked eyebrows.
When I look back and think of those geography classes I sometimes wonder, “Did she know what was really going on in the class?” To say that she did not would be insulting her intelligence. But she remained unperturbed, never got angry at the back benchers whispering, smiled and taught us chapters from the geography book that was impossible to forget.
She was extremely affectionate towards her students and this was something about her that I found more attractive than anything else. In a class of 60 it was not possible to arrange for return gifts when she was showered with so many on Teachers’ Day, but she at least tried. A gesture, I am sure, my classmates will always remember. She bought the entire class ice cream twice during our Class X session. Once, if I remember right, was on Teacher’s Day and the second time was on the last day of our Class X year. It was a small gesture but she was the only teacher to have thought about it. She watched us as we all devoured the popsicles and posed for photographs in our sarees (which we were allowed to wear on the last day) and obliged us as we wanted to click her too. She smiled, her dazzling smile, and looked at us lovingly, happy to have made us happy. My admiration for her grew manifold.
She continued to be my teacher in Class XI-XII. With time I realised aunty had an uncanny ability to gauge the mindset of the people setting questions during exams. If we prodded her for suggestions she would come out with it. But I often dared to take it too far. I walked into the teacher’s room during lunch hour handed her the geography text book and told her cheekily, “I will only study the parts you mark. So can you please mark it for me?” After a tiring morning session she was probably biting into her sandwich then but she would accept the book, and the boring task with a smile – her lovely smile.
I actually got into the habit of studying only what aunty marked, the rest I left out. So just prior to the geography exams during the Higher Secondary exams when I saw that my classmates were fervently going through a 20-page chapter of which I had just studied two pages, for the first time I felt a knot in my stomach. “School exams were fine. But what if aunty goes wrong this time?” I thought. I entered the examination hall nervous. There was one question from that chapter and it was from those two pages I studied. Till today I don’t know how aunty did it. But she did make my life easier by marking my fat books, a task she could have happily refused to do, because it did not come within the purview of her duties. But she always did it, with love and with a smile.
Actually Jashodhara aunty came to my rescue more than once. Although she never told me this herself, I found out. In Class X, the naïve and headstrong girl that I was, I got embroiled in something that I should have stayed away from. A female friend of mine was regularly writing love letters to a class friend of ours and he was reciprocating. But when his mother discovered the letters he washed his hands off the affair and put the entire blame on her. His father was well connected and ended up in the principal’s room with the letters and my friend was asked to leave the school. I was so upset about it that I actually confronted the guy for giving my friend so much grief. And the result? The guy went and told his father again and I couldn’t find my name on the first list of admissions in Class XI despite having the marks. Later I found out that it was Jashodhara aunty, my class teacher of Class X, who had stood up for me at the teacher’s committee meeting and ensured I got admission in Class XI. But she never for once told me about it.
After I left school I sent her a card every Teacher’s Day. But as the years passed by and I got tied up with our so-called busy lives there were years when I never realized when September 5 came and went. Till one day on a pre-puja shopping spree at a saree store I heard a familiar voice. Yes, it was Jashodhara aunty and without thinking, instead of touching her feet, I just hugged her. She hugged me back with the same child-like excitement. She was with our PT teacher Kabita aunty and both were indeed happy to see me. We exchanged numbers and I promised to call them and take them out for lunch post-puja.
A few days after puja I got a call from her daughter telling me she was no more. She had an accident on a holiday in Delhi. I had to hang up to take deep breaths and called her back. How did she get my number? “Mom had your visiting card. I found it. She always told me she really liked you.”
I hope she knew I loved her. She was one of the few teachers, who could love her students – unconditionally.
(I had clicked this photograph of Jashodhara aunty on our last day of Class X but thanks Arpita Mukherjee Mitra for scanning it and uploading it on Facebook. I have downloaded it from there.)













