Saturday, August 15, 2009

A walk to Vasudhara

Last evening, clouds had obscured the view. This morning, the snow clad silver of Neelkanth peak stands out against a blue sky framed by lower hills towering a full 3 kms above Badrinath. I am standing in front of the Garhwal Mandal’s ‘Dev Lok’ guest house, ready for the trek to Vasudhara falls in the upper Alaknanda Valley.

I hire a taxi to drop me at the Bhutia village of Mana, 3 kms from Badrinath and the last village before the Chinese Tibetan border. My driver, a resident of Mana, tells me that earlier villagers here traded with Tibet. That was until the 1962 war after which the army closed the borders and permission is required to travel the roads north of Mana.

As I start walking through Mana, I see few people - it is 7 am, still early in the morning.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

A Kummarapalli family

This is the second time I am meeting Aruna. It is the 28th of June 2008. She is lively, interested, welcoming inspite of the great language barrier. She can't understand a word of Tamil and I can't understand her Telugu.Her family consists of husband Chengal Rayudu, son Sai Dilli Mukesh and daughters Priyanya (Pinky) and Hima Bindu (kutty). It seems that middle class pet names even penetrated the village.

Kummarapalli is 10km from Yera Vari Paleyam, which is 45kms from Tirupathi. Chengal Rayudu works for the government and earns a salary of Rs 5000/ per month. Besides his modest house in the village, he owns a small mango orchard. The orchards are contracted out even before the flowers bloom, for a lump sum advance. The family gets to keep some mangoes for their own use, the rest being plucked transported and sold to commission agents by the contractor.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Village by the Sea - Anita Desai

Just finished reading this this little 1982 novel that we have had for a long time. Story of the struggle to survive of a poor family living in the fishing village of Thul near Alibag trapped in grinding poverty. The children - Lila and Hari - have to take up the battle where the parents have failed and are the heroes of the story. The portrayals of the village life and the segment of society that Hari deals with when in Bombay are so true to life. The beautiful unspoilt environment of the village is contrasted with the grime and pollution of the city though the writer also brings out the lack of livelihood opportunites in the village. Besides Lila and Hari, several characters have been beautifully etched - Mr Panwallah the watchmaker, Jagu who owns the cheap eatery and Sayyid Ali(Salim Ali?) the birdwatcher. A moving story told in the good old way!
This book is a must for childrens libraries and village libraries.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A ministers lament

A ministers lament

Praying for a cause

The Madhya Pradesh Forest Minister has asked all animal lovers and tourists to pray for the speedy recovery of Renny, the white tiger. Special prayer meetings are being organized at the Van Vihar National Park, Bhopal. Renny was operated upon recently by a noted veterinary surgeon for a fibrous growth. The minister does not mean to reflect on the abilities of the surgeon. He just wants additional insurance.

Prayer is firmly ingrained in us Indians.

Take the practice of praying for rain that is rooted in our culture. Farmers continue to pray for rain, their faith unshaken, even if their prayers are only answered after several sowing seasons. City dwellers have become somewhat cautious in recent years after experiencing floods due to rains. They now prefer to pray for water flowing out of taps.

Occasionally, farmers have to pray for the rain to stop. Last year, torrential rains in Jodhpur district resulted in swollen rivers and the breaching of the 118 year old Jaswant Sagar Dam. Farmers then prayed to the gods to lower the water level in the dam as well as the rivers. Their prayers were answered eventually and the flood waters did recede.

Students of Tagore Bal Niketan School in Karnal, prayed for Sunita Willams safe return from space, encouraged by their school principal. That was not only because she was half Indian by ancestry but also because another NASA astronaut, the unfortunate Kalpana Chawla, had studied in their school. NASA is rumored to be discussing a contract with the school for prayers by students to accompany all its future space shuttle flights.

My grandmother was the one who taught me to pray. Somewhere along the way, I also learnt that after praying, I could also ask for some favors. In school, I prayed for good marks in the exams and then for admission to a good college. Once in college, I stopped praying. 35 years later, I have again re-discovered prayer. I now pray every morning that my MTNL broadband connection is up. As I said earlier, prayer is firmly ingrained in us.

Other Governments need to quickly learn from the example of Madhya Pradesh. Sending ministers and MP’s to attend the prayer meetings in Van Vihar should be high priority. The Delhi Government in particular has its task cut out. It should ask all electricity users to do their bit and attend special prayer meetings in front of their colony transformers throughout summer. And the transport department should quickly accept the suggestion to build small temples along the BRT corridor for pedestrians to pray before crossing the road. Moreover, it has been pointed out that temples will be easier on the state budget than pedestrian over-bridges.

First published here

Sunday, July 27, 2008

City of Djinns

Just finished reading "City of Djinns" by William Dalrymple. A truly remarkable book by a foreigner on India.. The book makes history come alive through the words of men who were participants and witnesses to events long gone by. The attention to detail and the painstaking research is amazing. Makes one wonder why there are not more Indian historians or authors writing such books. This book should be compulsory reading for students studying history in high school.