Showing posts with label India. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India. Show all posts

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Decolonising Our Roads (Alternately titled: One evening in Coimbatore...)

Early evening inching towards late evening, Coimbatore, India. The road is mad, the traffic madder, and those creating the traffic, the maddest. 

A and P are part of the madding crowd (Not Hardy's or Gray's or even Spencer's). They are part of this very Indian madding crowd this early evening inching towards late evening. A starts the car, P sitting beside her on the front seat, and thinking "Here we go!" She thinks of A as a slightly crazy driver. And now, given that A has settled down in a farm in the Nilgiri hills, a couple of hours from Coimbatore, she simply wants OUT, of any traffic, and back IN her quaint, quiet nestle in the hills. According to P this shows up in her driving. A, might roll her eyes, lower her eyebrows into a frown, wave both her arms about (letting go of the wheel, but just for a moment ok?) and work her mouth into a diatribe, all simultaneously, were she to hear P's opinion of the matter. 

The guy in the car from the opposite side chugs right into P's pleasant thoughts. On the wrong side, no less. Right into A's path. She screeches more than her tyres. "What is this? Is this the way to drive? Coming on the wrong side in such a small lane, now where is the place for me to go, just look at that side, there are already vehicles there, I am stuck now." 
Wow, this woman can pack a sizeable amount in her suitcase! 

The two men in the offending car enjoy the show, their jaws slack, sporting tentative, foolish grins. After squeezing their way out, A stepped on it the moment her car found breathing space. Wow, this woman packs some speed in her engine! And then she says, "What are we talking about decolonising these people. Can they even be colonised in the first place? How he was driving! Was that a colonised mind really? Can they actually be taught anything?" 

It got P wondering about decolonising Indian roads. How can our roads be decolonised? 
- Are they not a product of colonisation in the first place? 

- Can they be transformed back into their mud-track versions, with depressed designs of footprints, hooves and paws? 

- Can we have cycles and carts again that rotate their wheels to natural rhythms and elegant heartbeats? 

- Can we again enjoy soothing dusky light turning to mysterious shades of grey unhindered by blinding and blazing headlights?  

- Can eyes look into eyes rather than at a dusty speck of the destination that they are not even sure of arriving at, at this speed? 

- Can we have questions over a sudden leisurely cup of chai or chukku kapi at the popular tea joint, "oh, what happened at your niece's wedding, did you find some suitable boys for your girl?" or "son, what are you planning on doing after your 12th exams?" (Oops! desperate escape attempts called for)

- Can we have gentle souls chewing harmless cud and in no danger of speeding harm? 

"OH! No, no, no, no!" You would say. "How is all this possible today? The cows must be in their sheds, dogs in kennels, the sparrows god knows where and people safely boxed into their cars and cubicles. No mixing of sides and spaces.  There are neat, modular spaces with doors, and the right side and the wrong side. And let me ask you this: Isn't your cup of chai colonised?" 
Nope. Tea originated in China perhaps. There is also the record of the Indian Assam tea. 
So? We are looking at what it is today. Where does all the premium, organic, bio-dynamic and fair-trade tea from India go?  

Then, one more question but not the last one surely, for decolonising our roads would be: 

- Can we have questions without easy answers, but ones for which we may have to take our right hand all around the back of our head to touch the left side of the nose, to even begin to understand them? 

Perhaps A is right - people who come on the wrong side of the road are either already decolonised or were never colonised in the first place. 

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Claimer - At least one of the persons is caricatured for effect. Creative license I think it is called. But not too much!




Saturday, March 24, 2018

Rukku - An Obituary



Rukku stood at the Annamaiyar temple in Tiruvannamalai, blessing devotees with a caress of her trunk. She died a few days ago, only about 30 years old. Very young for an elephant.

I am selfish and wish I had had more time with her. Standing and swaying in her usual spot, she was a Vīta rāga vishayam for me. The yoga sutras say that the mind can attain a state of balance by contemplating on a pure and disturbance-free mind / object, a Vīta rāga vishayam. Alive, Rukku was this point of concentration for me. One can stand for long, just looking at her. About an hour has been my longest. Wish I had had more hours with those wise, wise eyes that took in everything around, that seemed to know exactly what's what.

She would go missing for a couple of months in a year, when she went to the annual camp for elephants at Bandipur. I used to miss her a lot then and stare at the empty space where she would stand. But I imagine she would have been having a joyful time with all her other elephantine friends. They are such social animals and would completely immerse and bask in the elephantlove at their camp.

I believe that she knew I stood there watching her. Perhaps my whimsy. But one that I would like to keep. I will now have to see how much of her I have in me that I can meditate on without her alive presence. I will miss Rukku.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

It's all about the Essentials, Bhaaya!

Pk is a movie worth watching.  And giving some attention to.  As I sat watching it, there was initially a question: is the movie trivialising issues? Then, as I continued, I felt, "wow, brilliant!" What a plot and what characterisation.
Image from Indian Express.com

I do not know whether the movie intended this, however the character Pk is at the same time, both a caricaturisation and a questioning of that caricature. To hold both aspects in the same character, and in the same movie, and to be saying it within the usual 2 and 1/2 or 3 hours is something indeed. 

Pk's journey is that of a Hindu's, albeit a caricature. (It may or may not be that of individuals of other religions in India, I cannot comment on it. I am a Hindu and want to only speak of what I think I know of a Hindu's experience) - this journey of encountering the idea of God, trying to make sense of the drama around this idea, his passion and near fanaticism when he unquestioningly accepts the given and said, (sometimes) eventual disillusionment and swinging all the way to the other end - disbelief and questioning, and fewer times, resolution and clarity.  A journey of a lifetime, or many perhaps, has been fitted into about 3 hours.  It will obviously be intense and not a little, overwhelming.  It will obviously garner the heated reactions that it has.  And also because it has not stopped with the caricaturisation of popular status quo.  In Pk's radical shift towards the initial disbelief, and asking difficult questions, and then later arriving at understanding for himself, the movie has used the innate intelligence of the character.  This type of an intense shift, and an intelligent observation of all that is happening, as they are happening, and within the short duration shown, occurs rarely.  It is usually a much slower journey for the ordinary human being, and in such traumatic conditions (of having no way of returning to one's own familiar world and being lost in absolute alien surroundings without any way of fending for oneself), the said human would most probably freeze into the shock of the trauma.  And hence, it makes sense that the character is way, way beyond even a high intelligence quotient of an earthling, and has honed his mind to such sharpness, of being able to pierce through the cobwebs and see a clear picture, even as the picture unfolds or very soon thereafter.  

His journey has all the elements that an ordinary Hindu encounters in his / her tryst with the idea of God.  Many get to the point of questioning and examination as well.  And so cleverly, the movie has not left it at questioning.  The plot has been taken to its fruition - Pk's unique experience also resulted in resolutions of some sort, and action.  It is not necessary that each one's journey, even in the same ideas, has to have the same result.  Each one's would be different according to their questions, their actions and intentions.  Sarfaraz got his lady love, Jaggu found the damn good story that she wanted to tell, Pk got great raw material for research, discovered earthling-type romantic love and managed to reclaim his ticket to return home.
Image from indiatoday.intoday.in

And what of us, the audience? Pk offers his understanding on national (I am guessing) television, no less, while also managing to find a way to unite the lovers (come on guys, this is bollywood, we have to get the lovers together, even if the stereotypes of 'hero' and 'heroine' is getting blurred here) And their case is also intricately connected to the main plot, which we will get to a little later.  

Pk's offering is very clear.  Its about the essentials.  Nowhere does his narrative indicate that we have to throw the baby out with the bathwater.  There is a culture that gets built around each religion, and which is constantly also changing, getting added to, getting reduced and whatnot. All that he is saying as I see it is that let us not allow this to become the reason for our division. A true religion (he talks of this as God, I am calling it true religion) is one that unites, harmonises, and not that which divides us.  What divides us is of our making.  Let us see this clearly.  That is the essential.  If we derive further from this essential, each of us would be true to our native religion while at the same time holding each other in respect and love.  There is no question here of talking of this religion or that.  This essential would be true of every individual, every entity.  Anything can be divisive in nature or otherwise, it is how we treat it.  So let us not give into the division.  Clearly, the matter of how vibrant and intricate culture is, and what goes into understanding this, is not within the scope of this movie. However I do not see anywhere, it deriding any culture per say.  

The other plot of the lovers finding each other is actually well connected to the main running theme. (In fact the plot is quite tightly and well put together).  Sarfaraz and Jaggu had to find each other and had to discover the case of the mistaken identity of the letter writer, for it to be proven that the god-man was a fraud pretending to talk to God.  And this part of the plot highlights so clearly that this kind of conditioning is so insidious and we don't even know that it is a part of us.  Jaggu is an educated, intelligent, rebellious journalist (student earlier), who has gone and done the unthinkable. And yet, it is the fear and conditioning that had her leaving the church in haste. She didnt even think for a moment to have faith in her love, and to question the letter and its contents as meant for her.  It is this subtle point in the plot that is important for each of us.  It is not as much the loud noises and the direct lures and conditioning that we need to question, but our own hidden fears and resulting assumptions.  It plays such a huge and significant role in the lives of the protagonists.  Just imagine, what if she had taken a breath, taken a step in, and thought of Sarfaraz for a moment.  Let us just for a moment, step into ourselves and take an honest look: how many such assumptions and fears do we carry within our selves all the time? And how they limit us and our actions. 

A collector's item, this one. 

Notes:
1. The "Bhaaya" in the title of the post, means "brother" in Bhojpuri dialect and this is the way in which the character of Sanjay Dutt addresses PK in the movie
2. I realise you need to have watched the movie to get some of the details mentioned in the post. Do watch it. :)

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Reverence, the National Anthem and Children


Reverence is a feeling of deep respect or admiration. What happens when we revere? The way we look at the object of reverence is very different from the way we look at something not revered (so much?).  We take a moment or moments longer to pause, look and experience pleasure maybe. We do not pass judgments so easily. We are quick to discover positive aspects rather than wear the critical hat right away. Acceptance and a sense of oneness are already in place. What happens is that we buy time for 'right understanding'.

The Rev. Samdhong Rinpoche once said in an interactive session that even to prove that something (he was talking of Gandhi) is not relevant, you have to understand deeply. And that even for rejection there must be a right understanding; that is one's freedom and responsibility.

How can we embark on such a path of understanding if we do not have reverence? A reverence  that is not necessarily directed at an object. The reverence which is an emotion and attitude underlying all thought and action. If one has an inherent quality of reverence, then acceptance and love lay the road for a Buddhist understanding to begin its journey.  This kind of right understanding is not an object or a solid conclusion, opaque to the changes all around. It is a fluid and changing journey, a process. Haste, personal agendas, rigid stands and personalities dissolve by the very nature of this journey. 

We are taught not to have such reverence today. Everything around us directs us either to irreverence or a lower form of reverence at the level of submission to power and authority. We were at a cinema theatre the other day and amongst the advertisements before the movie, the screen gave the audience a sudden instruction: "Please stand up for the National Anthem." A short movie clip followed with different scenes of India, not very different from Mile Sur Mera Tumhara or Vande Mataram. The background music was of course the National Anthem. If I recall right, it was a Bharat Bala production. All of us (I think) stood. I will bypass all the discussions that can ensue around the theme of national anthem and patriotism, and only look at the Anthem as a symbol of reverence. As a society we are moving away from a culture of reverence and continue to do so inexorably. I wonder how many of us would have stood if not for that piece of instruction. Standing up is a gesture of reverence and of course there are many among us who may roll our eyes, or feel "So what? Respect is in the mind, or heart or the pit of the stomach or wherever." The irony is that more and more people who are 'outsiders' to this culture, seem to think highly of this ability to be one with people and situations and phenomena, and begin from that platform of acceptance. The irony goes further - our education and conditioning today is to remove all trace of such inherent reverence, and then relearn it from some American or European Guru twisted and tweaked beyond recognition and even original meaning, and then coated with new jargon. (No offense to American and European individuals, I only state this as a process).

Children are taught to question everything to death and scientify whatever remains. We are negating all symbols of reverence on this battlefield. Such symbols taught us as children to revere first, make a habit of it and imbibe it as a culture, before we gradually learnt its value and meaning. The take off of course is that as children many aspects of culture including social behaviour and compassion, physical discipline and so on are learned this way.  Such aspects, like reverence, cannot be imbibed by talking and discussing about them.  Children in a certain phase can only learn by doing. How can we do reverence? This is of course only if we decide that reverence is a part of 'our' culture, whoever the 'us' may be. These symbols helped us in learning and teaching reverence by doing it first, and discussing it later, after the experience(s). Much later.

I feel it deep in my gut every time I hear the National Anthem, and it triggers in me thoughts and visuals of all that is India for me, its beauty and grandeur, and all its contradictions and conflicts, its people and mountains and children and oceans, and emotions of pleasure or anger or sadness or joy depending on the current issues that may already be running in my mind. Whatever it may be, my reverence does not allow my response to stop at the shallow surface, it has to be intense, it has to go deeper, there is no other way. And every time I respond in this manner, I learn to revere more and I learn to respond reverently to other things as well. I hope and pray that in time I learn to value everything as symbols of reverence. And I pray that today's children learn to revere,  learn that they have time to stop, and experience this fascinating journey. 

Monday, March 5, 2012

Two Heroes - One Legacy



Two leaders;
two giants of knowledge, work and compassion - both my heroes and having such uncanny parallels in their lives and message. And what a legacy of work and ideas they have built for us, independently and yet to my mind very much together.

India has had the very great blessing of experiencing these two personalities within the last 150 years.  They were contemporaries in a sense – there was just a gap of six years between them.  One was a political leader, and the other a monk. Both were intense patriots, but manifested their patriotism in their lives and work very differently.  What is striking is that amongst all the obvious differences, are the similarities, not just in their life experiences and some of their core qualities, but also in the fundamental truths that they saw and spoke about, and many a time even in expression.

Swami Vivekananda, born 1863, acquired a modern education, almost studied law, went abroad to spread the message of India, came back to serve his Motherland a public figure.

Mahatma Gandhi, born 1869, acquired a modern education, studied law in England, practiced abroad, struggled for an Indian movement in a foreign land and came back to serve his Motherland a public figure.

There are many points of difference in the way each one's education was acquired and the process of each one's making.  But the purpose of this piece is not to dwell on these as much as to look at what each one of them having made men of themselves, saw as truth and spoke.

Their patriotism was not ordinary. It was a different quality of patriotism that understood the faults and weaknesses of the land, but looked beyond, to the strength.  Indeed, 'strength' – a growing from within was something both emphasised constantly. Both Swamiji and Gandhiji did a Bharath Parikrama before the beginning of their major work in India. The parikrama gave each of them the knowledge and authority to say that his land is of immense Ideal and strength.  Neither failed to connect the people and their practice, to their own reading and understanding of the scriptures and shastras.  Another meeting point was their thorough reading of their own traditional scriptures.  We know from their lives how well-read each of them was in their own tradition.  What’s more, both of them acquired knowledge not just of their own tradition, but also of other cultures and civilisations.  Both of them mastered the intricacies of alien cultures as well and won many admirers, friends, followers from other countries and cultures as much as from their own land. 

However, neither was merely a man of books alone.  They thrived and learnt from life, living and people.  Each came into direct contact with his land, her strengths, weaknesses, diversity, oneness during his tour on foot across India's length and breadth. 

It is a fascinating combination of opposing forces that they worked with, or perhaps – worked on that "thin edge of a sword"[1] where the extremes met on a middle path and were balanced.  Each never stopped dwelling and speaking at length, of and about Ideals.  They thought, meditated, lived and breathed idealism; which is what made Swamiji say that he preaches the message of the Upanishads, "strength, a growing from within"; and made Gandhiji declare in almost the same words that the ultimate goal for each man is to reach the strength within himself – 'swaraj' or self-mastery as he called it.  Nothing is higher than this potential.  Neither was ready to lower this ideal to every day circumstances, but each was also intensely practical and looked at the smallest details in routine daily life worked to bring quality into each moment and action. 

This way, their own lives served as examples for their followers though differently.  On this point they differ that Gandhiji as a political figure sought to be completely transparent and hence explained in great detail every word and action of his; he wrote his autobiography, 'The story of my experiments with Truth'.  On the other hand the position of a monk who has renounced everything personal in the world, holds the highest regard and devotion in the Indian psyche – so Swamiji following the traditional path and emphasised the ideas that he preached rather than his own life, words, and actions.  His life as a lesson comes down to us only from his direct followers who were blessed enough to have heard of it from the original source.  He himself only talked and wrote of ideas, Indian tradition and her path.  Here, we see one of the very core values of India that both saw and declared the place of religion in Indian life and movement. 

The very essence of Swamiji's teaching is Religion, i.e. moving Godward.  He said that each country had a goal and that of India is religion, i.e. renunciation.  Gandhiji constantly maintained in the very same vein that each civilisation had a purpose and Indian civilisation was not excess, but a giving up of wants, and that without religion, or the central thought of God, any life/work stream of India would be valueless, unethical, moral-less, lifeless.  Both advocated religious education should start at a very young age towards the overall development of the individual. 

The development of the individual is a significant meeting point for these two Teachers.  Both talk of the individual and how all growth start from within him.  Neither stops there.  Swamiji said, how if each individual tries to manifest the strength (divinity) within him, we will have a society and nation full of noble struggle and achievement.  Gandhiji takes off on the same note, and brought forth his concept of the oceanic circles, i.e. how the strength of each individual radiates outward to become the strength of the village – and so on to the strength of the nation.  This is no different from Swamiji's, 'Expansion is Life'.

Even with respect to an individual's conviction and commitment to one ideal, they both paid allegiance to "Truth", and both saw their work as their Truth.   Swamiji had an "uncompromising regard for Truth" even from his childhood and intensely sought to discover the ultimate truth all truths, with which you would know the self, the world and all creation.  He also simultaneously spoke of how the greatest philosophical truths can be found in the practical spirituality of ordinary people and ordinary things. 

We find Gandhiji declaring his life to be a "story of his experiments with truth" – and always struggling for an intangible, unseeable abstract truth.  And he continues to say till the end that he "worships the God that is Truth or Truth which is God through the service of his millions", and that he "recognises no God except the God that is to be found in the hearts of the dumb millions"  It awakens the same chords of response, as when one reads Swamiji's "would you worship the shiva in the images and temples alone? Worship and serve the shiva in his poorest and weakest children." This unshakeable devotion to Truth makes both of them be seen as rebels in their younger days.  Both challenged blind conventions, and persistently resisted the status quo if it was for nothing but the mere virtue of being status quo for years or centuries, in their own ways.  This challenge to conventional, dogmatic beliefs continues all their lives for both of them. 

It was not of their lot to acknowledge defeat, but to throw down the gauntlet every time.  Each rose with a challenge every time he encountered blind, empty ritual, conventional thought without meaning and fanaticism.  And yet, we find that both were the friendliest of people.  Both were brilliant conversationalists with quick ready wit and humour, and overflowed with compassion.  (Both of them also had sharp sarcasm ready at hand to use if needed).  It is said of each of them that he had a Mother's heart, the tenderest of hearts.  But for their own purposes, both kept it away from public view and under a veil of intellect.

Digging deeper into the friendliness and compassion, we find each one's ability to synthesise and harmonise contradictory thoughts and belief systems and function from common denominators.  Both, Swami Vivekananda and Gandhiji could bring together people with extreme viewpoints and beliefs to work together based on common ideals.   

This synthesis of ideas and a deeper insight into the nature of things that they shared, also extended to their ideas on the East and West, their respective values, strengths and weaknesses.  They differed on the point of expression in that, one was a political leader and saw in the West a system of force and civilisation, a tangible enemy to the well-being of his countrymen, and the other, a monk who deliberately kept away from politics and began at the points of strengths of every entity, be it individual or nation.  Brilliant is how each could relate profound philosophical concepts to everyday routine activity and bring them closer to practical life, and their very same idea of the Means and Ends of action - wherein both maintain that one is the same as the other, there is no separation. 

In the sphere of ideas, a very significant relevant meeting of these two great men is their vision of India and her work in the world.  Both saw India as the harmonising force of the world, as the teacher of religion (a godward movement) and Ahimsa (love) to the world.  Not a theoretical or bookish religion that would dry up social life and activity, but a strong, vibrant, active religion, or spirituality, the essence of which would reverberate in every sphere and activity of this land.  Herein, lies our lesson and how well we are able to stand on the towering strength of our own legacy, be prepared to take it on, learn from it, strengthen it, add to it and act on it.    


[1] In the words of Mahatma Gandhi

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Pink Chaddi Campaign

A Review. 


I heard of the pink chaddi campaign a couple of days back and got an invitation on facebook to join the 'Consortium of Pubgoing, Loose and Forward women' which I rejected. I am happy to say that I am not pubgoing, I am not loose and I am not forward and I do not see the need to label myself any of the above to fight bully pseudo-moral tactics. I find the motive and the methods of this campaign completely disgusting and disrespectful to the spirit of  women. Where is the quality of fight and satyagraha? That such a cheap, disgraceful, petty act by a nobody in a corner of the world can cause a proportionately much much larger cheap, disgraceful and petty reaction by a large section of the urban-educated and internet surfing and online social networking woman population of the world just shows the quality of thought and response of us women. Wake up guys. We are making Muthalik! - Satish in a blog post, http://ibnlive.in.com/blogs/dpsatish/237/53146/how-media-made-muthalik.html.   We are validating local goons and lending them voice and media space, http://indian-reflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/media-hurry-to-insert-taliban-into.html by our thoughtless reaction. In our hurry to react, we women have cheapened ourselves thoroughly and reduced it all to a media hungama and joke. 

We have reduced the problems and issues of "women in this country having enough curbs in their lives" to the selfish, individual, urban educated woman's problem and conflict of consuming alcohol, going to the pub and living the free life as a man can and would. Grow up! I live in an area of chennai which has mixed income groups, and do you know that women as much as men there get regularly drunk and then go about their work the next day. These are women who face back breaking work the entire day starting 3 -4 a.m., possible physical abuse from husbands and children alike, possibly have only tea for breakfast and lunch unless one of the houses where they work show them charity, slog on till 11 or so in the night and face grinding poverty themselves so that their children get educated and lead more comfortable lives. What does our bloody pink chaddi campaign mean to them? Excuse the horrible pun - I am furious and laughing at the same time. We are clueless about how the majority of women in this country are fighting their own satyagraha every day of their lives, notwithstanding all the development, all the NGOs, all the self help groups and the income generating schemes and all the media hype that they may have encountered. We are clueless about the real issues that are facing women in this country, whether it is the plight of single old women increasingly left homeless and family less in both urban and rural scenarios, or it is the pathetic situation of tens of thousands of widows in Vidharba because of the farmer suicides, or it is the sexual abuse of girl children or the issue of how India is the destination of foreigners who cannot bear children and so need proxy mothers who sell their wombs so to speak, and go away for 10 months lieing to the their families in order to bear the child in unmentionable conditions... or, oh! The issues are numerous if we want to respond, fight, take action. Or, if we wanted to discuss something more glamourous, we could even discuss the movie 'Fashion' and its sensitive and real portrayal of the conditions of women in the Fashion world. Instead, what do we do? We react, and decide to get down and dirtier than the 'enemy' and flaunt our soiled underwear to the world. (Exact words: "Look in your closet or buy them cheap"). Are we so curbed after all, having social networks to support us, having families to back us up when we decide to utter war cries, having access to technology, television and whatnot, indeed, having the luxury of choice of going to the pub or not?

I went into the Facebook group and looked at some of the discussions... and if anything I got even more furious. The selfishness, ignorance of issues and mediocrity of the conversation threads have to be read to be believed. Most of them do not stick to the issue at hand, leave alone raising it to have better understanding and give strong responses as the women community to pseudo moral elements in the country. 

What is our identity as women? What do we think are our strengths and weaknesses? What is our idea of feminism? What is our role as women in our own lives, in the lives of our near and dear ones and in society? Do not we as women have the freedom and strength to respond with dignity and imagination to bullying? And what methods do we use to do the same? These are all important questions to be answered at this time. There are so many issues and each has to be fought at different levels - individual, family, peer group, as the women of a community / society, as the better half of a nation and so on. There is no meaning in ballooning a small, petty local situation and make it a global issue and particularly in this manner. Should I blame the media? or Should I blame the internet technology? or should I blame us, the Foolish, Selfish, Individualistic, Educated, Internet surfing women of the world who have no sense of discrimination or no understanding of the tools of satyagraha, and have no understanding of our own power and freedom as women? 

We have not done anything to further our cause as women through such a 'campaign'. Campaign is not the word for it, it is an utterly ignominious, irresponsible and indiscriminate reaction on the part of one section of women (and supporting men) that is not at all representative of the women of this country and shows a completely disgusting and inaccurate picture to the world. 

I have the blessing of coming across many women who are true fighters, personally and at work all the time. Some of them have gone through intense personal struggles, ignoring the petty quarrels to win the wars, and come out trumps. These are the real women, real heroes and real feminists in my opinion. One such is here - http://www.samanvaya.com/main/fl-3rd-2005.html

Monday, October 20, 2008

Shodh Yatra 2003


Republished from www.samanvaya.com

The sun is scorching; the road stretches ahead apparently unending, throats are parched and the world around is at a standstill. Then who are these 40 odd people walking on heated chappals, in animated groups and / or solitary contemplation, asking for directions to the next village? People stop them once in a while to ask them in amazed tones, what they were up to in such harsh weather; and then listen to their explanations, some with scepticism and others with wonder and dawning comprehension. Welcome to the 11th Shodh Yatra (Journey of Exploration) organised by the Honey bee Network. - Priya

The Honey bee Network is an extensive group of innovators, policy makers, scientists, technologists, students and teachers, entrepreneurs and other like-minded individuals and organisations, committed to discover, document and support innovations, traditional practices and knowledge at the grassroots level. The network calls itself Honey bee, it's philosophy derived from the behaviour of the bee, which is to collect honey from the flowers without weakening them as well as connecting flower to flower through pollination. Similarly, when we collect the knowledge of people we make sure that they are not depleted by the sharing, and also that we link innovators and inventors. Other ventures and organisations have been created to support the network and its activities, namely SRISTI, NIF and GIAN (please scroll to the end of the article for details of the organisations).

The Shodh Yatra
(shodh: search and yatra: journey), is an expedition on foot, to discover those creative and innovative people in our villages, who have found / invented / built solutions to the local problems using their ingenuity and resourcefulness. The outcome of the Yatra would go beyond discovery to documentation, compilation of such knowledge and facilitation of communication between innovators from different regions. The first shodh yatra was conducted in March 1998, and since then the yatra has been to all parts of Gujarat, some parts of Maharashtra and Rajasthan, parts of Tamilnadu, and now, in the most recent one to Udham Singh Nagar district of Uttaranchal State. Shodh Yatris (Search Travellers) have seen and contributed to many ways and practices of organic farming and sustainable agriculture, animal husbandry, rural technologies, forest farming, methods of preserving and augmenting biodiversity, ways of combating short supply of water and also helped in rebuilding the process of education in Gujarat just after the earthquake, during the course of their travels.

There is an internal yatra, "the yatra to one's self", as Prof. Gupta, the founder of Honey bee network and SRISTI would say, that happens simultaneously with the external one. In his words, this is one yatra which each one of us has got to be aware of, observe, explore, question and share with the other yatris our findings and insights; the experiences of the external yatra would shape the internal one; and unlike the external, here we do not know where we are going to be led, but go we must. Accordingly, every yatra would have it's share of review and learning sessions among the 'explorers', and as I've been told, even the most shy and reticent person would come forward with his contribution to the discussion.

The 11th Shodh Yatra, from May 26th to June 4th, saw us traversing Udham Singh Nagar district of Uttaranchal, a stronghold of the exceptionally hospitable Sikh community, and slowly becoming the stronghold of organic farming too. We also crossed over the borders of Uttaranchal and visited Uttar Pradesh a couple of times.

Udham Singh Nagar District - A brief description
Udham Singh Nagar District in the Terai region was originally a part of Nainital district, and became a separate district in the mid 90s, getting it's name after freedom fighter Sri. Udham Singh, who killed General Dyer. (General Dyer was responsible for the Jalian Wala Bagh massacre) The district has both industry and agriculture flourishing. It has very many sugar, flour, and rice mills besides agriculture-related manufacturing units. Rice, wheat, and sugarcane are the major crops. Potato is also grown on a large scale. This district houses the famous G.B. Pantnagar Agricultural and Technology University, which has tourists visiting it's beautiful and verdant campus. Some other places to visit are Kashipur, Attariya temple near Haldwani town, Nanak Sagar Dam on the river Saryu and Nanak matta - one of the places of pilgrimage of the sikhs. Though the majority of the population are Sikhs, the district also has families from Bengal, Nepal, Haryana, Orissa settled here for many generations. The women of the region are very hard working and resourceful, taking care of most of the farming and support activities too. The prosperity in the area is attributed to them by all without exception.


Today, the farmers with sizeable land holdings in the region have converted from chemical to organic farming, and are planning to gradually bring in the smaller farms so as to minimise the risks that the latter might face during the conversion process. The Yatra's chief focus was organic farming, meeting farmers (both chemical and organic) in the district, listening to their problems and looking for solutions, and elucidating the advantages of organic farming and the only long term solution available.

The major local organisations of the honey bee network aiding in this attempt were Sristi Gian Kendra, an off shoot of SRISTI, working with the honey bee philosophy towards the documentation and dissemination of traditional knowledge and innovations, TOFA (Terai Organic Farmers' Association), an association of organic farmers who are making major efforts to spread awareness in the area, network with organic farmers of other regions and looking to new ideas and ventures like solar power, rain water harvesting and seed production, and Kumaon Seva Samithi, working majorly in areas of women and child development, organic farming and health, hygiene and sanitation for an all-round development based on Gandhian philosophy.
Village Visits, Gatherings and Other Yatra Do's
We started from Rudrapur, the district headquarters and walked westward stopping and/or passing through many places including Gokulnagri where the official inaugural ceremony was held, Bilaspur, Shantinagar, Rameshwarpur which was our first experience of staying in a Gurudwara, Anantpur, Indrapur, Nagla, Avantika Dairy Farm, Dhaura Dam the first of our no-electricity-&-sleeping-under-the-stars nights, Thiliyapur where we found an abundance of talent - a young self-taught medicine man, an old woman who had learnt to treat any kinds of burn from her mother, a self-taught herbs-veterinarian, a sculptor and an old man who could tell us the quantity of water under the ground with the help of a simple twig, and all services offered free! Devnagar, Shakthi Farm, Rekhal Katha at a slight elevation entailing a walk through the jungles to get to it, Chorgaliyan, Nakuliya, Gauri Kheda where we had 2 women 118 and 125 years of age sharing their knowledge of plants and recipes with us, Kargatiya, Bidouri wherein we were welcomed with a very beautiful lamp dance performance by some equally beautiful women in fading twilight, Goosra, Sisaikheda, Biriya, Sunkhadikhala, Nanak Matta the beautiful pilgrim centre of the Sikhs, Sadaasadiya, Khatima just 4-5 kms from the Nepal border and finally turning back through Bagga, consisting of people belonging to the pahadi (hills) culture, and Chowdhry farm near Pilibith, ending our yatra with a local meeting as well as a preparatory / planning session for the next one.

In this planning session, several issues, ideas, thoughts were discussed in preparation for the next shodh yatra; and the following points were put down as the things that should be done:
-Each yatri is to record his experiences / observations of the yatra and share it with everyone.
-He is also to gather information about his own surroundings and neighbourhood with regard to the purpose of the yatra so as to exchange this with the others during the yatra.
-Each one has to do continuous evaluation, and find out from people who have come already what has been happening, what are the changes, and what they think has improved, what needs to be improved etc.
-SRISTI has to build a database with the experiences of the shodh yatris
-A compiled report of all the 11 shodh yatras is to be prepared in both english and hindi.
-During the next yatra, there must be arrangements for the yatris to stay some of the nights with different households so that they all have different experiences, which they would share and the information and learning this way is immense.

As in every yatra, all the villagers gathered for a meeting with the travellers at each village that we went to. There ensued a discussion on the purpose of the yatra, the innovators and innovations of that particular village, how can there be a mutual sharing of knowledge, and the support that the yatris can give them. Most discussions led on to the many problems faced by that particular village and their attempts at overcoming these, going back full circle to the idea that it was their own capacity and presence of mind that did (or) might save the day. Prof. Gupta also specifically spoke to them about how their innovation can bring them revenue, and more importantly, (since there were questions about it) how they can protect their innovation during this process of getting revenue - the prior informed consent form offered by the Honey bee group asking them for their 'informed' consent before sharing the innovation or traditional knowledge with anybody "to balance the twin goal of dissemination and promotion of innovation, but protect from potential commercialisation". In several places there were also projector displays of the numerous innovations collected over the years and stored in the Honey bee database.

Biodiversity, recipe and local talent contests were held and the winning entries were given prizes during these meetings. Many times the results of the recipe contests were laid out in an enticing display for the yatris to taste, and once, at Shakthi Farm, a couple of us skipped lunch and made a meal of the displays! One of the prize-winning natural, medicinal (herbs) treatments was for joint pain given by a woman in Anantpur: to boil leaves of semulina with turmeric, garlic and bhang in equal quantities in sarson (mustard) oil and apply on the joints.

Finally, the innovators were honoured with certificates and given a resource kit containing copies of the Honey bee newsletters in Hindi. Some of the interesting innovators / innovations that we came across were Indraasan Singh, who discovered the Indraasan variety of paddy in 1972, a tube light device that made use of sawdust to show sound waves, a farmer able to grow 21 feet long sugarcane simply by tieing the leaves of the cane around the cane itself at equal gaps, and a tile-making machine.

A few villages had also organised cultural programmes that continued late into the night. Impromptu night discussion gatherings with the locals that similarly winded down quite late also happened a couple of times.
Highlights

All of us would have experienced our own high spots during the course of the yatra. Some might be common to all or many, and others of a more individual / personal nature. Following are some of them, both mutual and individual.

Guha, The Snake Man
On the first day of our yatra, we met Sri. Niranjan Guha, who we started calling the 'snake man', at Shantinagar. Half-closed, blood shot eyes with a drawl in his voice, many of us wondered whether it was an act when he made an appearance. Guha has been treating snake bites for many years now, by sucking and swallowing the poison from the bite! He could identify the kind of snake which had bitten the person by looking at his condition and the nature of the bite mark; and treat the person if he is still breathing. After treating him in his unique way, he also gave the patient herbs according to the bite. He said that he would be able to identify the herbs by sight only and not by name; they grew wild in the hills and around the villages. He also could not say clearly how and why he was able to swallow the poison and treat the bites. Because of this rare gift of his, no snake bite would ever kill him is his conviction. He has treated more than a 40 people till date, and does not take money for administering his treatment.

Mufth (free) Tea
On the first day, a couple of us left far behind the others in the long highway-road walk to Rameshwarpur, stopped at a typical roadside Punjabi Dhaba for tea. And the husband and wife managing the place plied us with curious questions as she made tea for us. They had seen others like us walking by, and were just waiting to ask someone who we were and what were we doing in their town. We explained to her the purpose of our shodh yatra, and that we were searching for traditional knowledge that is with the people; the innovative, ingenious solutions that people have come up with to overcome the problems of their neighbourhood. To our amazement, after the tea, she refused to take money from us! Any amount of persuasion did not move her. All we had, to offer her was our bewildered thanks before we moved on, with the realisation that people valued such initiatives enough to respond spontaneously with whatever support that they can offer.

Kabir - The Hero
Bright, intelligent, curious, imaginative, impish, stubborn and happy- our 3-year-old hero - the youngest shodh yatri charmed everyone with his wide, open and twinkling smile. Quite interested in everything and everybody around him, (when he was not going into the sulks) he incessantly questioned his mother about the people and their actions, events and things that he saw; his favourite question was why something was the way it was! He also picked up conversations and held his own with just about everybody. His imagination knew no bounds; he talked about lions on trees and flowers eating up birds, talked to the stones while playing with them, and made up new songs with lines from different current popular film songs. He also entertained himself by making up stories and giving foolish answers knowingly if the 'elders' caste asked him too many questions! He had an eye for beauty - he was forever making gifts of flowers, beautifully shaped twigs or smooth stones that he found on the way, to people. Showing a rare precociousness, when someone once greeted him after not seeing him for the entire day with "Hi! Kabir", he returned her greeting - "Hi, Sweetie!" to his mother's utter astonishment! We all will take his quick smile and happy gurgle of a laugh a long way.

An Indian Cocktail
Panna - is the magic refreshing cocktail, that I had for the first time on the first day of our tour, and many times after. The juice from mango is extracted and a combination of spices like pepper, black salt and chaat masala is added to it to get the slightly sweet and slightly tart taste that panna has. The practice of giving such a drink with salts and spices added to its inherent sweetness, to help the body weather the day's heat during summer is popular all over India - Panna or a similar drink in the North, and inji or adrak (ginger) added to a sweet drink in the South.

Water Divination - Mewa Singh
At Thiliyapur -the talents galore town, we had the elderly Dadhji Mewa Singh talking to us about his life and gift to be able to predict water. He uses a simple V-shaped twig and walks around holding it over the ground, and is able to foretell the quantity of water and the height at which it will be found below the ground based on the behaviour of the twig. He said that if the water content is high, the pressure of the twig in his hand increases accordingly, and now, because of continuous practice he is also able to predict the quantity of water by the pressure and the way it moves. Dadhji also mentioned of a pain in his ribs if he continued with the divination after the first couple of times at one go, and feels that this is because while he divines the water quantity, he unconsciously or involuntarily holds his breath. He has now been doing this for several decades, and has not once given an inaccurate prediction. On being asked whether he took money for predictions, he smiled quite indulgently, and said that he does not take money. He also added that the others, practicing medicine and treating men and animals also did not take money for it.

The same Dadhji could also correctly tell the speed of the vehicle in which he was travelling by checking the wind pressure on his hand! He narrated an incident related to this, that happened when he was in the army - his superior once challenged him to tell the speed of the vehicle which he (dadhji) was driving without looking at the speedometre! He simply put his hand out, checked the wind pressure, and gave an accurate answer - cool as you please!

Independent and Enigmatic - Manjula Behn (sister)
She came because her son, a farmer from Gujarat associated with SRISTI, could not participate in the yatra, and wanted someone to represent him. More than 60 years old, she was one of the elderly participants of the yatra. Determinedly walking on, most times ahead of others, Manjula kaki (aunt) never once asked to sit on the two-wheeler or the tractor that was coming along with us, while even some of the youngsters went on them a couple of times. A couple of times, because someone insisted that she sit on the tractor, and not walk in this heat, she got on very reluctantly. The wonder was neither did she even once verbally complain about the heat, or the blisters under her feet or the pain in her calves, nor did it show on her face or body language. But it was obvious that she was not superwoman who did not feel any pain. She had an array of home-made ointments that she carried all the time with her and used. At one of our lunch-stops, in the forest department guest house, there was a tall machan, which many of us climbed huffing and puffing, and some with a lot of trepidation, watching, and step by careful step. She came along and almost sprinted up and came down the very steep metal rods, smiling with almost child-like glee while we watched open-mouthed. She did not allow anyone to carry her bag and never took massages from any of the youngsters. (one giving another a massage is a common sight during the yatra) she did her own massage! She took careful, detailed notes of everything that took place and all the people that we met, and did not hesitate to ask if she did not understand something. She was very observant, and had a ready smile and a relevant concerned question for all of us every time that she spoke to us. Her keen observation noted the differences between the women in Gujarat and women here and she said wistfully during our review session about how bold the women are here, and that in Gujarat the women are seldom allowed to come outside the house and take initiative to do things. But at age 60, she has come! Her strength came from somewhere deep inside her; perhaps she got it from the japa that she did diligently facing the sun every morning, with the help of her japmala (beads).

Water, Water! - Artisan Springs
An amazing sight, especially for the few of us from drought-struck Tamilnadu were the artisan springs that were visible in considerable number within a certain circumference in the yatra route. Water simply gushed out straight from the bowels of Mother Earth without a pump, motor or any kind of pressure whatsoever. These artisan springs were strewn all over the area, with a tank or pond like structure built around them, for all to use.

The Biriya Wait
Biriya was our night stop on the 6th day of our yatra. Women self help groups were very active here and about 200 women from villages around this area gathered that night. We reached very late and as a result, most yatris dropped off to sleep after dinner. There were a only a few trying to talk to the women. Because of unforeseen circumstances, the cultural programme that was arranged could also not happen. These 200 or more women, after having been thwarted, sat on the grounds that day till about 1 in the night, putting up an unspoken determined front, almost as if they had expected a meeting and wanted something to happen, and so by sheer force of collective will would be able to make it happen. They left only after a projector display of innovations from across the country. The episode had many lessons for us, beginning from the importance of being punctual, to the spirit and determination that the women showed and what mass or collective force can achieve.

Anantpur - A Collective Strength
The meeting at Anantpur showed an exceptional community spirit with all the villagers present sticking together both in their doubt, as well as later with their convinced resolution.

In this village a novel idea has been executed successfully: libraries run by children. All over the village and neighbouring areas, there are several small libraries that are run by children themselves for other children. The children who manage these libraries came forward shyly to speak of their experiences. Their main trouble now is that most of them have completed reading most of what the libraries have to offer, and now they need more books. They were given the honey bee resource kit to begin with and the villagers decided that they would all pool in to get more books. The gathering also discussed how they (children) could themselves earn revenue, by getting members and lending out books.

Chemical farming is being practiced in this village and they reacted with doubt and hostility when we, and even the farmers from TOFA talked about organic farming. Their response was that organic farming does not give quick and enough yields to sustain them; where will they go for money and food if they start saving the planet? Ensued a long and detailed discussion on how organic farming is not simply saving the planet but saving themselves in the long run. The slow transformation to a stand in favour of organic farming was obvious to see, and even if some were doubtful, they were ready to go with what their neighbours and friends were saying. The discussion ended with them making a resolution that they will start organic farming from then on.

Sonia - The Rebel
Sonia was with the yatra only in the last 2 days but like kabir, left an impact that we will carry a long way. Very intelligent, sensitive, creative with an artistic bent of mind, eccentric and stubborn, always speaking her mind, fighting all authority and systems; questioning everything including herself, yet full of love and compassion, parts child and parts grand mother; at 20, she was an outright rebel. She paints very well, is very good at making things with her hands and an excellent cook. She chafes at all conventions in society and fights injustice fiercely. Her one big dream is to run a home for orphaned kids and talked of it all the time. The idea called Sonia even now is immediately followed by the idea of Intense Energy.

Open Jail - A New Idea
We heard of an open jail system, a few kilometres from Kishenpur as we sat down to lunch there. And argued the whole way there about how can there be an open jail, (it beats the purpose) and how would it all be organised. It was an eye-opening and a somewhat sad experience for many. We met a large group of the inmates of the 'house' and they were no different from ordinary householders with dreams, aspirations, disappointments, wants and needs. A couple of them, fathers, had their children with them at the meeting. (Their families are allowed to visit them and stay there for a few days) It was a revelation to look at them performing roles beyond that of 'jail inmates' - father, uncle, husband, son, friend. Many of them had businesses back home, and one of them said he had been building a new kind of metal shelf that has now stopped half way. He also said if given the resources, he could pursue it here and plans were made to do just that. The police official in charge of the place said that two of them had been framed wrongly because of petty fights and/or political skirmishes and have been in now for more than a decade. A few others whose terms had ended, but due to changes in laws and rules, had their term extended now. There was one who said that he came back in the second time, quite happily! (The implication was clear: he at least got food and shelter here)

The philosophy of the open jail was of course that Man is essentially honest and good, and will respond similarly if treated like he is so. Following this, there is no gate to the jail that is closed all the time, the men are given work to do, and are allowed to go out if their job requires them to do so. It is also another matter that we were told there are police employees positioned in different points around the area.

Young Fervour
We met a group of dynamic teenagers in the pahadi region of Rekhal Khatta, who have been trying in many ways to better the conditions of their villages and society. The people in the hills are without any land or voting rights, and are not part of any gram sabha. They only shepherd cattle, which brings them little money, and have no other occupation. Having attempted to get help from many government officials and offices and also making an effort to do something themselves, without any tangible results, when they came to meet us late in the night, it was with disillusionment and questions like "why are you here?" and "what can you do to help us?"

A lengthy discussion about their problems, and the creativity and strength needed to combat them followed. What we saw clearly through it all was their fire and the need to help themselves. In the end when they were ready to leave, though their initial hostility had vanished and they looked thoughtful with all that they had heard, somehow they also looked like that fire has been diminished. Perhaps, all that they need is support, in terms of ideas, opportunity, resources, and maybe a shoulder to lean on and talk to from time to time.

Encounter with a Religious Leader
On the morning of 2nd june, at Nanak matta, Sri. Bapu Maan Singh, head of the Gurudwara there held us all spellbound in a charged session, wherein he spoke to us of knowledge, religion, history and politics of this country. He challenged us, "why are you searching for Gyan (knowledge)?, instead, search for the Self. That is today's problem, that we are not connected to the Self and God." His conviction is that Hindustan was always the first in Dharma and Religion, and again challenged us, "Why, instead of Dharma are we running behind the computer?" "What is the computer but an imitation of the human brain!" He also said that in this pursuit of Dharma and the Self, a teacher is very important, and also added that the greatest teacher for one is his Mother. "If you are unable to learn from your mother, you cannot learn from anybody!" And that like one's mother, one's mother tongue is also very important. "It is part of his identity, if you want to make a nation a slave forever, take away her language." Then he turned to our search for Gyan - "How can we connect it to money?, The Goddesses of Gyan and money are Saraswathi and Lakshmi respectively; and their vaahans (vehicles) are swan and owl. When do these birds come out? The swan during the day, and the owl during the night. There is no meeting point." He ended on a powerful yet romantic note: "Why is Man there if not to take his fellow-man's sorrow?"

The Institution of Langar
Food is so important a part in an Indian's life, that we worship food as God, and different cultures have different values and customs revolving around food. The Sikh community hold the practice of feeding people so sacred that they have institutionalised it, and call it - Langar (Prasad). The Langar is a part of Gurudwaras, where they have a separate langar hall, and food is given to anyone who walks in. They are also proud of the fact no questions are asked of the people who come for food. People are not asked where they are coming from, or what caste, sect, religion, group they belong to.

Nanak Matta runs an impressive langar system, entirely run by devotees as well as visitors (tourists, pilgrims) who come there. The food hall can seat more than 500 people for a meal at one go, and it is open for most of the day offering breakfast, lunch and dinner to everyone. What's more, the hall is full most of the time, and especially so during lunch. The administration, maintenance, cooking, serving and anything else that is needed to be done is taken care of by volunteers.

Internal Yatra Exchange
The exchange and sharing of our internal shodh yatras took place in small spurts through out the yatra, leading to one extended, detailed sitting on one of the last days. And it is true that even in the most diffident or timid person, the wanting to share an insight is so high that he overcomes his reserve at this stage of the yatra. Also, as Prof. Gupta put it, the "intimacy quotient" is so high and intense during these travels that people don't think twice about sharing very deep thoughts that they wouldn't otherwise.

Each one of our thoughts, ideas, criticisms, reservations and relevations; our learning basically was discussed. Many spoke about the high of meeting people from different backgrounds, from all over the country and getting to know about their culture, society and understanding them. Other also felt the added pleasure of being close to nature, and living a much simpler life than in their routine life. In this regard most people came to the conclusion that the quality of life in the village is higher, life simpler, the people very hard working, resilient and able to endure much more than the urbanites. Siddharth from SRISTI, "I have now seen the sheer hard work and suffering in rural India, which I had only read about. Coming across it for the first time, it has had a high impact on me." Several also said that they have learnt much about organic farming and would talk about it to many more people. Other personal insights were also shared: the shy ones said with some surprise that they have overcome their shyness to talk to everyone, some one else said that he has learnt to be accommodating, and yet another that she has learnt to listen to what people have to say before speaking.

The shortcomings of the yatra and how to resolve these issues the next time the yatra is being planned were also discussed. Some of these issues were that the distances were too much and had not been planned well, the participants not told of daily plans, and even that the days did not start with a collective prayer.

Of Hospitality, Generosity and Warmth,
Of the Sikh community. There were numerous instances of the service and generous spirit of the Sikhs. They consider it holy to feed people and take care of them and this perception is reflected in their dealings with all. One major example of this is their langar system of free food in the Gurudwaras. There were drink stalls all through the sikh community routes, manned by the Sardars. Besides this, even as we were passing by, women who were cooking offered us food and drink, readily able to put other work aside to cater to us. And most times, we were in groups of 10 or so, and more crowded in gradually to see what was going on.

How they served drinks and eats is also interesting - they perhaps have never heard of self-serving! However big the crowd of people, they always made it a point to serve them. Whenever Angad or Paramjeet, the 2 boys who joined us at Rudrapur since it was the vacation time, served me, I got the impression that serving me that piece of chapathi is the most important thing in his life at that moment! These 2 young sardars were simply available every time there was trouble and a pair of strong hands was needed, whenever work needed to be done. They never needed to be asked to do things, they always took it on, and endeared themselves to everyone.

Another example of this welcome and warmth that we encountered everywhere was the soft-spoken Dr. Salooja, whom we met at Rameshwarpur - yet another sardarji who was simply available with ready help when it was needed. There was only one bathroom at the Gurudwara we stayed in; there wasn't anybody around to ask for help, and the good doctor was quick to come up to us and offer his house for use for the ladies. He then fussed around us, saw to it that we were comfortable, telling us to feel free and make tea or anything else that we wanted, and then settled down to show us photographs of his wife and family, and their vacations.

Conclusion
The singular conviction that stands above all else after the yatra and the immense energy, talent, creativity, tolerance that was evident with the people, is about the ability, resourcefulness of the people of this land, their enduring capacity and the power of people force. The idea that people have it in them to be innovative and creative to be able to solve their problems and run their lives. Like any institution, community, society, this land is not without her problems and shortcomings, but the value systems and the unspoken, unwritten laws of society that are her own are very well able to also take care of the problems that will crop up, and restore order. What has happened is that people have lost the confidence that they are able to take control of their lives. What has also happened is that they have been given new value systems to replace their own, which does not work for them, and we have in our hands a fractured society. A group of women in Sisaikheda were talking to some of us about their life, problems, and society. One of the women, Sushmadevi spoke a long while about her life, daily routine, all the work that her friends and she have to do: her day, as other women's', starts very early and ends very late, since she has to finish her morning chores at home like cleaning and cooking, then go to the fields for work, come back and again take care of cooking and cleaning. They also have to seasonally take care of crushing grains, visiting the mills and the market. Now they have also taken on the SHG work and are involved in the process of understanding finance and loans and working as a group. She does not get much support from her husband for all this work that she does. In the midst of all this, she has managed to save enough money to send her daughter to a boarding school in town. And so life continues. After telling all that, she added in the same breath, that we (shodh yatris) have come here to meet them, we only have to teach them things since they don't know anything, "we women from the villages are no good, we don't even have the time to keep ourselves beautiful, we work the whole day and by the end of many a day have neither the time nor the energy to bother about our appearance." When she said that she did not realise that they have spruced up the place and themselves for us, the guests! All that people need is for their confidence and faith in themselves to be restored, their collective force will conquer the world. It is of course another matter that it is not in their spirit to want to conquer the world, as it is meant today. They would build their own brand of globalisation, that of endurance, an empathetic understanding of the world and how it works and happiness. Anything else that we think they might need is secondary.
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A brief description of the support organisations
SRISTI (The Society for Research and Initiatives for Sustainable Technologies and Institutions) is a non-government organisation working towards strengthening the ingenuity and resourcefulness of grassroots entrepreneurs, engaged in innovating, inventing and building solutions to local problems, and sustaining them.

NIF, the National Innovation Foundation was created in support of grassroots innovators - for the "evolution and diffusion, support and sustenance of grassroots innovations, linking innovation, enterprise and investment" and exploring commercial and non-commercial application of innovations.

GIAN (Grassroots Innovation Augmentation Network) also works towards strengthening and supporting innovation and creativity at the grassroots level by endeavouring to transform innovation into product, and aid the dissemination of innovations.

The Honey bee Network has also initiated other ventures like the Honey bee Newsletters - different journals carrying news and information related to agriculture, biodiversity and traditional knowledge in english as well as other local languages including hindi, gujarati and tamil; and it's bi-annual Shodh Yatra, conducted every year during the summer (Ma-June) and winter (December-January) seasons.


The other organisations associated with conducting this Yatra were:
-Uttaranchal DASP (Diversified Agriculture and Sustainable Development Project): who promote organic farming and foods, and involved in dairy farming, compost and bio-manure marketing.
-Krishi Grameen Seva Samithi: working with women self help groups in marketing organic food preparations, organic agriculture and horticulture promotion.
-Gayathri Seva Sanstha: working with women and child groups in and around Pantnagar.
-Vivekanand Educational Society: who run a school in Shakthi Farm based on the philosophy and teachings of Swami Vivekananda.
-Aditya Krishi Vikas Samithi: involved in organic farming promotion, animal husbandry and traditional knowledge documentation as part of the honey bee network.
-Bhagawathi Mahila Samithi: working with women self help groups promoting small scale industries
-Adarsh Yuvak Mangal Dal: works with Yuvak Dals (Youth Groups), functioning as pressure groups working with development issues in their neighbourhood.
-Tarai Yuva Sangh: is an organisation focused on conducting and coordination of blood donation camps in the area and campaigning for people's basic rights.
-Creation for a Creative Society: working for rural development in 13 districts of Nepal, in association with World Food Program
-EcoIndia: channelises and coordinates student groups so that they can work for farmers through and for the Honey bee concept
-Innovators Club: scouting for innovators and innovations in and around Uttaranchal as part of the honey bee network
-Sri Sangam Dairy: maintaining dairy farms, marketing dairy products.
-Mahila Mangal Dal: working with women pressure groups in the villages for development related issues.
-Adhar: working with women and collection of traditional knowledge with them
-Avantika Dairy Farm: managing dairy farm and dairy training institute
-Adarsh Haryana Krishi Farm: Managing extensive Sugarcane farms and research into organic method and practices of sugarcane farming
-Rupa Seed Farm: experts in seed production
-Samaj Sudhar Sabha: is an association of retired government employees honouring and awarding those government servants who promote good work culture in all government departments, especially in education, and
-SRISTI

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Waiting for the Mahatma


Beautiful in its simplicity and gentle narration, a slow meandering of events, true to form, this is a novel by R.K.Narayan. He writes in his usual rambling style, but very contrarily sets his novel in the political background of the Indian Freedom struggle. Many might say that this is the personal story of a lazy and complacent young man, who meets and falls in love with a young woman, a disciple of Mahatma Gandhi and involved in the freedom struggle - his travails, reluctant transformation and ultimate union with the girl, where the political events unfold in the peripheral vision.

Yes, it is Sriram, the young man's personal story. But there is also another story woven along with this. The title is completely revealing of the essence of this latter story. The unusual component is the fictional appearance of Mahatma Gandhi, which the author has handled brilliantly. The conversations and episodes with Gandhiji reflect a keen and minute understanding of not only the man and his actions, but also his impact on the thousands of people that he met and how the freedom struggles were conducted at individual levels. There is a deeper understanding of the principles and foundation of the Mahatma which alone would enable one to extrapolate his words and actions to hypothetical / fictional situations in such a manner that a reader, be her casually acquainted with Gandhiji's messages or one who has studied him intensely, cannot quarrel with the author's portrayal of the Mahatma.


This same quality I found in the movie Lage Raho Munna Bhai, the instinctive recognition of the truth and rightness of the answers of the on-screen Gandhi - that "this is what Mahatma Gandhi would have said or done, given this situation" feeling.

Whether he wanted to or not, the author also draws for his readers a clear picture of how the freedom struggle reached so many villages, how millions joined the congress after Gandhiji entered the scene. R.K. Narayan does this by writing instances and episodes of Gandhi's visits to the villages, how people wait for a glimpse of the Mahatma everywhere that he goes, the moral charisma and authority that he exudes, how people are won over by his compassion and charm and how youth across the country join the national movement by doing something in their own neighbourhood. He also writes of episodes where many such youth follow Gandhiji's squad from one village to another and are chided by others for not being responsible to their own role of spreading the freedom struggle in their own place.

We know all this to be true from writings of other people of that time. The difference for me has been that, while earlier I knew these as events that happened at a particular time period, "Waiting for the Mahatma" brought to me in a personal and individual sense the inspiration and motivation that the man gave to each of his countrymen who encountered him in any way.