When Siddhrajsinhji returned to his roots, he was appaled by what he saw. Lines appear on his broad and regal brow as he paints this picture of woe: "There were no jobs, no proper schools. No attempt was being made to promote industry. The monsoons played truant twice in three years. There was no irrigation. Water was scarce and conservation non-existent. The area's only cash crop, cotton, was wilting. Without a votebank in sight, each successive government was busy shaking hands elsewhere."
Siddhrajsinhji responded to Dhrangadhra anguish by doing something no government had ever done. He carved out a handicraft industry in the area. Apprentice schools were opened where master craftsmen from neighbouring towns shared their ancestors' secrets with Dhrangadhra's men, women and children. These people now chisel a livelihood from stone and silver and the work produced is exported to propel the town's economy.