Nobody has seen Amul girl ever weeping. She is hurly-burly ever eager to take on the world. But she is weeping at the news of her father’s demise- Verghese Kurien.
She has been carrying milk to us from the year 1964 and has seen all weathers. She has seen shortage of milk, its abundance. She felt sad sometimes but never wept.
She is weeping and is barely able to hold her tears. All these years she played around, confident of the fact that the father is resting up in Anand. Its true her father stopped active participation in the affairs of Amul long time back. But a patriarch is a patriarch and his mere presence fills one up with confidence.
She saw him ( Kurien) taking on the mighty vested interests in the beginning. She saw how he bulldozed his way in the deeply-entrenched bureaucracy to create a milky way. She remained with him through thick and thin.
Now she has become alone. Others come to offer solace and tell her of their presence. But in heart of her hearts she knows no one could be like her father Verghese Kuiren. Others could be follower but not the trail- blazer that his father was.
Her parting lines are no less touching. She says “Thank You For Giving us Hausla, Pragati & Anand.
