One big news house has taken a policy decision to not keep throwing COVID numbers around. To hype up terror. And to catch eyeballs.
And to instead focus on positive steps. And on the cures that Ayurveda and Siddha are successfully achieving.
Then lives can go on. Lives of ordinary people. Who need to work and earn that day. To eat that day.
That is being responsible.
This is a democracy. Before a lockdown is declared everyone has to have a say.
Those who can work from home, and have good food stocks at home.
And those who go hungry if they cannot work and earn that day.
One person, one vote. Nothing less.
Amitava Bhattacharya
In travel, app is a must, so if you dont have a smart phone, u better stay at home
It is lockdown from dayafter.
While going for a walk in the evening I stepped into a supermarket to pick up a few non essentials. Biscuits and things.
Many others were there with overfull baskets. It seemed to be stocking up day.
A thin greying man in a folded veshti, a bush shirt, and a towel over his hunched shoulders was in the line ahead of me. He had a small plastic bottle of pickles in his hand. He did not look around him, just straight. He did not fit in here, maybe he sensed that. Maybe his wife was unwell at home and he was worrying, and had come for a small bottle of pickles with her patyam food. Who knows.
The girl at the cash table told him 53/-. He counted out some coins and gave it to her. And left shuffling. A small greying man. Into the grey of the dusk outside.
My purchases of complete non essentials after that seemed a crime. But I finished the act. Paid the bill of 300/-. And left with my full bag. In silence.
Some mental pictures are forever. This thin stooping man in a bright beautiful supermarket of beautiful people is one. This is the picture of my country.
Well meaning friends tell me not to step out. I ask them about the vendors and the beggers, about how they will survive. They do not understand the question.
They also tell me that my parents should stop their maid. I ask them how the maids will survive if everyone stops them. They do not understand my question.
Fear dumbs us down. Makes us cruel. Self centred.
Some precautions are ok. Fear is not. Marketing fear is not.
All of us anguishing over fatalities of COVID, and dreading that we be struck. And demanding lockdown.
Do we also consider with the same concern the vast poor who are left with no livlihoods ? Penniless and hungry, and doubly vulnerable. To COVID and to death by hunger.
Those of us don't act for these most vulnerable fellow citizens. It is that indifference which will strike us down.
Destiny and Karma work in complex ways. COVID is part of this narrative.
Sai Ramani Garimella
my understanding - corona exposed the faultlines of our social fabric, and essentially the idea of privilege, and the false idea of merit. People asking for lock-down reimposed are essentially those that think they have merit and earned well and hence can afford another lockdown, living as they're on the comforts provided by amazon and such
Locked down in Chennai. Village locked down there in Chittoor. Last few months many calls each day keeps us going.
Now Chennai took a step closer to the village.
The water heater gave up. Now every morning as soon as I get up, I light a wood fire outside for bath water for us all. Or my daughter does. And places the big aluminium pot over it. And fills it with water. The wood fire dances. The water bubbles up. Each of us gets plenty of hot water. That slightly smoke smelling water takes us to the village as nothing else can.
Then the bore failed today. No way to do anything in the lockdown. The handpump is back in use. I would have pumped 20 pots of water and carried it home. Again like in the village, I treat every drop of water with respect. No environmental theory works like actually sweating for the water, as for anything else. In teaching us the value of it, in enabling us to use with care.
In the village also people are carrying water home from the tanker, and using it with the same care. The village bore has run dry.
This is the care, born of experiential understanding of the value of things, that can yet save us.
I am using water like gold. Like we do in the village.
I am having to carry pots of water, thats why. Our borewell has died and its lockdown time. No repair possible.
Three of us are managing cooking, baths, washing clothes and vessels in 5 pots of water. Comfortably. Didnt mop the house. Add a pot or two for that tomorrow.
Daughter, "If we have tap water, how much we waste."
Yes. Despite being a fairly conscious family. In that we wash clothes in buckets and keep the water for flushing. Or plants. And things like that.
Still the ease of tap water beguiles.
Each of us needs to work, physically, for what we use.Only that can lead to responsible behavior. Thats the only truth. Only that will sustain truth. And the earth. And us.
Gandhiji called it bread labour. And demanded that each man and woman work each day physically for the food that they eat. And that every other activity they do over that be a contribution the common pool of humanity.
To work on desk jobs, earn disproportionate amount of money, and pretend we can buy anything for money. That is the lie that has torn apart the fabric of our soul. And the earth.
The maid has been coming to my parents home down the days. She goes to other homes as well. She wants to work. She is well. They are well.
It is not enough to pay off maids, and keep them away. It adds to the fear. Then everyone keeps maids away. And many don't pay.
The flower vending woman comes and gives them flowers. And collects her money. She needs to sell flowers. It is not enough to just give her money. There are other faces in the chain of the flower strings, starting from the farmer who grows the flowers. All can be sustained only if the flower economy is sustsined.
The self appointed Nepali street watchman Bahadur comes and collects his salary, and extra two thousand for the lockdown time. As many people don't open the gates for him, especially in gated apartments. He is very happy, and immediately sends that to Nepal by money order. Glad to be able to send his family something despite harsh times.
The wheels of the economy need to keep running.
We owe it to one another.
Lockdown is teaching me the infinite value of things whose infinite value I had forgotten.
My one and only safety pin today. Made of steel. From iron mined by miners from the depths of the earth.
Which I used to buy casually from the footpath vendors, and use and lose.
Is today more precious than all the precious gems. Protected and cherished.
And the memory of those who sold these simple invaluable treasures so humbly ...
... all infinitely precious like it should have been all along ...
As I mop the house these days, sometimes between one room and another I sit for a few minutes. Like now. It was not so a few years ago. Age catching up.
And then i wonder about maids. As they feel tired with passing years. Will their employers understand ? Yes, if the employers also mop their houses regularly. Going down on their knees poking into dirty corners. Sometimes knees aching, sometimes just feeling like postponing mopping the next room to afternoon.
And then the understanding will come. It is experiential learning.
... many many reasons. Why each of us needs to do our chores, our cleaning, our washing ourselves. There is no other way to understanding. And to understand is to care, to understand is to grow.
Many of the poorest also have smart phones these days. As I watch these foodie pics online I wonder. What may go on in their minds as their own lives are caught in a struggle for the next meal ...
We may never know, given our own privilege. Always insulated from hunger through god's grace.
And yet it may be kind to mute our own celebrations.
Some of us are working from home, others are walking home (300km, of foot, hungry, in searing sun)
One country, many worlds.
"They said they were getting tired of surviving on the kindness of strangers"
Bandra
Bandra
“We are not beggars. We came to Hyderabad to work and earn money with self-respect. We feel ashamed in taking donations. I personally feel like committing suicide when donors came to distribute cooked rice and clicked a picture with my family,” said Bramhaji.
A group of 72 from bihar are currently residing at a bypass crossing at kadapa outskirts in AP. Almost 30 of them are disabled with polio. We have sent some support for dry ration. They need help with wheel chairs / 3 wheelers for ease in mobility. If you are aware of any individuals/NGO's or any other groups who may be able to help with the wheel chairs / 3 wheelers it will be helpful.
They travel every year from bihar arriving prior to start of ramzan month and survive by seeking alms from people.
Hard to imagine why would someone travel all the way from bihar to kadapa just to seek alms for a month. This is just one of those thousands of stories across the nation happening now that does not make any sense to us.
why cant the lockdown done in incremental fashion (assess condition everyweek and extend if needed). this would have prevented all to move and stay at same location. now it is becoming evident that community spread is not happening at end of week it would be smart enough to relax district by district. this is totally insane and irresponsible move. decision taken without any rationale. without sufficient data in hand
My privilege has never stood out in such starkness as in these days ...
When a week has exhausted the life savings of people. Of most of the people of my land.
It is criminal to participate in acts of symbolism when our health workers are working in difficult conditions with minimal safety gear, when the poor of the country are living in dark without wages and food.
As Indians we need to be objective in our thoughts and actions during moments of crisis. Precisely why I am against any acts of symbolism. When there is a crisis, we should act, not divert attention or energy to stuffs like what many did the last two Sundays. These activities can wait til the crisis is over.
Many asked what's the harm to participate that puts a smile on people's face. Well, you don't celebrate when you catch fire.
The shameful act of 'disinfecting' the naive and absolutely poor labourers is ghastly. This is very unbecoming of that local administration. Why don't the real culprits, those arriving at the airports be drenched in disinfectant liquid? They seem to be enjoying the comforts of home quarantine while these innocent and gullible daily labourers are still suffering, not even knowing what or who corona is?
*I REFUSED to light a lamp at 9pm or switch off the lights in my home.*
# I did this as my token protest.
# I did this because I've been working with migrant workers, homeless & the poor in the last 10 days, and they cannot light a lamp today; many of them haven't even eaten today.
# On the day of Janata Curfew, I did go out, clapped and banged plates to say Thanks to Health workers. I like symbolic gestures. But when I find that the PM is repeatedly indulging in personal PR actions to boost his image, while not performing his role as PM, (like making a phone call to a nurse in Pune when his govt is not doing what needs to be done for health workers), I refuse to be part of such a PR exercise.
# I did this because I have been working 8am to midnight every day for the last 10 days - not to address the CoVid crisis - but to clean up the mess created by PM Modi's thoughtless and cruel governance. If only he had done things with more thought, so much suffering for millions of people could have been avoided. And state govts could have been working on the epidemic instead of dealing with the epic crisis of migrant workers.
# I did this because PM Modi is doing the most callous things where the poor people of this country are concerned, and he is doing feel-good things which make the middle class and upper class of the country all warm and fuzzy that we are being led by a great leader.
# I did this because, despite repeated petitions and letters from across the country, *PM Modi refused to give 21 days wages to NREGS workers* who are the poorest and most affected people iin the villages - though the govt directed that all employers should pay wages to their workers even though they couldn't work during lockdown.
# I did this because, PM Modi said in the Supreme Court that there are 4.14 crore migrant workers in the country, and 3 out of 10 of them are likely to carry the Coronavirus - as a justification for their atrocious lack of preparation. Without any basis whatsoever, he is spreading falsehoods and creating atmosphere where the migrant workers are supposed to be panicking and spreading the virus - whereas it was a *GROSS GOVERNMENT FAILURE.*
# I did this because if his govt knew that 4.14 crore migrant workers are in the country (that's 41.4 million, and including children and families, that may be 80 million living breathing humans we are talking about), WHY THE HELL didnt his govt think or do anything about them before STOPPING the trains and buses overnight?
# I did it because PM Modi is building a cult around his personality where people are being driven to give up their thinking faculties, and *follow the leader* and feel good about it. These are signature moves of fascist or dictatorial leaders like Hitler, Mussolini, Mao and others.
I refuse to be part of this cult-building and urge all my fellow citizens to be CITIZENS who question and show vigilance towards the actions of their government and not be led to believe that falling in line and saying Jai Ho to the Leader is Patriotism.
It is the Opposite of Patriotism!
Some worrying about gaining weight in lockdown times, others about the next meal.
The difference between the two Indias has never stood out more
starkly.
Hi folks,
Today i had been to Poonjeri, ECR, on the way I saw a group of 14 migrant workers (from Odisha) walking along near Thiruvidanthai. I stopped the car and enquired them. They said they were all construction workers and they are on their way to work in a site near Thiruporur. Since there are lot of restrictions in vehicle movement they were forced to walk along from Central station to Thiruporur. I was shocked to hear that they had been walking since 2am in the morning without any food/water. I offered them ₹500 and some snacks, which they initially refused but later got it.
So I kindly request you all to extend your support, whenever you see them on your way till everything is normal.
"Two men were walking past my gate . One with a strolley , one
with a backpack.
From Andhra Pradesh to Gaziabad . Didn't want water , didn't
want food . The police had given them biscuits they said
Already nine days on the road .
Able-bodied , calm and collected .
I am 50km from Nagpur on the Chindwara , Madhya Pradesh road."
Shyamala Sanyal
There have been diseases that have wiped out the poor in far larger numbers. They died quietly, we stayed indifferent.
Now a disease that attacks us the privileged as well, and man, how we have torn apart everything.
And wrecked lives and livlihoods for the poor. Completely. In our desperate attemp to safeguard our own precious lives.
A phone call from the village friends. Subbiah, maybe 55, who was working as a casual worker in Tirumala, "We are back in the village . Simply sitting. What can we do."
Very difficult thing to hear. Worse is to try to answer ... I have learnt to listen in silence. When I have no answer.
When daily wage people need to simply sit it means no food for the day. Same story, village after village. Next step is malnourishment. In some unluckier places, starvation.
What the government is giving, a one time help of a Kg of dal and 5kg of rice, means very little.
During the hearing of the PIL today Chief Justice of India SA Bobde asked why wages are (currently) required for Migrant Workers when meals are being provided by the Govt.
Can his salary be stopped forever? We will arrange for his meals.
And whether the Judiciary is merged with the Government?
It is worth asking - would the majority of 70% of India that is rural and 40% of urban India that lives in slums and settlements, choose a lockdown, if they were given a choice? That’s about 80% Indians in the "world's largest democracy” – would they choose to stop earning and restrict themselves to their own space where the idea of social distancing is a cruel joke? Especially if they knew how low the risks connected with this virus are?
Speaking of which, do they even know that if infected by Coronavirus, there's an 80% chance that they wouldn't have any symptoms and a 90% chance that they won't need any treatment but will lose at worst 2-3 weeks in recovery? That they have a 99% chance of survival if they're below the age of 60 without serious pre-conditions? That among active cases worldwide, 96% consistently are in "mild condition"? Forget rural India and urban slums, do even so-called educated people in upper middle-class colonies know this?
Speaking of which, how does The Times of India get away with saying ""Maharashtra Covid-19 mortality rate one of the highest in the world"? Is the Indian media so low IQ today that they don't realise that the numerator to calculate "infections" is completely dependent on testing, and that India is one of the lowest-testing countries in the world? How does the Health Ministry of India say "83% of India's coronavirus patients are below the age of 50" with a straight face (again purely about who got tested, while the age-profile of the death toll suggests a near-identical patient base as the rest of the world; i.e. overwhelmingly people over 65), then do nothing about the panic that manifests on news channel tickers and social media timelines? By simply removing the focus from “infections” (a meaningless measure when there is so little testing), and even more infantile measures like “recovered” (which is an ongoing process at all times), and single-mindedly focussing on only “serious cases”, would it not actually bring down panic in exponential proportions?
Speaking of which, it is also worth asking - would India have had the nerve to order a lockdown if China and some of Europe did not done it before them, providing precedent? Because the medical community knows very well that a lockdown only slows things down; it does not combat the virus (despite the highly dubious model by ICMR; ref. in Scroll link in comment). That is only meaningful if the intent is to ramp up testing or quarantine facilities or the like, none of which India has shown any signs of doing. However, the human and economic cost of a lockdown in India is greater than literally anywhere else on earth. Are our Academicians so incapable of going beyond preening for each other that they cannot even provide any meaningful perspective to the cost of a lockdown in terms of lives lost? The UK did one of those studies, which concluded that their lockdown would eventually result in 150,000 lives lost (ref. in first comment), without even accounting for "domestic violence, depression, even suicides accompanying the mass bankruptcies". Anyone with the appetite to estimate something similar for the "world's largest democracy"? Which also accounts for the communalising of the virus, legitimising of social stigma based on testing status and the refusal of authorities to allow medical staff to raise money for PPEs (Ref: HT link in comment)? All this when there is absolutely no concrete proof anywhere directly linking lockdowns and eventual death rate. Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Singapore - all accomplished the "flattening of the curve" without enforced lockdowns. Belgium adopted a strict lockdown much before Netherlands did, and yet Belgium has fared considerably worse. Sweden hasn't gone for a lockdown at all, and fared better than both.
Speaking of which, Sweden remains the most progressive example in the world, for attempting herd immunity (in a much more planned way than the UK attempted for a while), with highly acceptable results. Fact is, if the summer heat does not have its say and cases rise after this highly untenable lockdown is lifted in India, that is likely to be the most practical lockdown exit option in India (even if it renders the previous lockdowns somewhat meaningless)- the younger citizens of a country where 92% are below the age of 60, would shield the community overall, while the older sections would need to be segregated to whatever extent possible. Of course there would still be casualties, but it would help a great deal to compare that with the scenario unfolding holistically, including the economic and human cost of the lockdown.
Speaking of which, why is it that there is no data being made available to make comparisons between deaths in the first four months of the last five years and 2020, not just for perspective (whether percentage of extra deaths justifies the worldwide panic) but also to ensure if deaths from other causes tally with previous years' and a wrongful Covid attribution is not being made in death tallies? Voices from all around the world have raised this doubt repeatedly and yet there has been no attempt to address this. How could all our institutions fail us so comprehensively? Or is it that they've all been ruthlessly politicised, all around the world, only to be unexpectedly exposed at a time when political leadership is at its lowest ebb than ever before in human history?
Speaking of which, it is surely not a coincidence that the global theme of lockdown matches the era of authoritarianism aggressively coming back in a world more polarised than ever before. With panic as the most obvious outcome, it is perhaps time to stop perpetuating meaningless cliches that glorify the "value of human life". If anything, human life is the most expendable thing today, which very consciously changes the paradigm.
Speaking of which, as Yuval Noah Harari said recently, this pandemic is bringing out demons within us more than anything has in our lifetime. He also spoke of cooperation, not isolation, being the real antidote to epidemics, referring, of course, not to lockdowns but to sharing knowledge and resources across nations. But currently, we seem to be utterly unable to empathise even within our country, forget internationally. In this light, Harari's point about epidemics actually being evolution, through mutations and modifications, assumes even more ironic dimensions.
Speaking of which, could a few weeks of enforced toxic-free air change the conversation around climate change in a somewhat positive direction? Could living in such an interconnected world, with such an acute awareness of death, make us empathise a little more with each other? It looks like we shouldn't hold our breath.
(All references in first comment)
Conversations around lockdowns have become very limiting.
It is not about whether a lockdown is effective. Of course it slows down the rate of infection. Of course it is useful to buy the authorities some time, if they plan to do something constructive with it. Of course it may have considerable value in a scenario where there is a hope that rising summer temperatures will kill the virus (and there's still quite a lot to be said about that in the Indian context).
But it is also fairly indisputable that a lockdown does not flatten the curve, but widen it, which will most likely manifest when it is lifted. There is absolutely no conclusive evidence that shows lockdowns eventually help reduce the death rate over a period of time. The latest, among people pushing that agenda, is to hold Sweden up as an example of "messing it up", but only through selective information and absurdly misleading graphs. Fact also is, only Belgium and Netherlands have a higher proportion of urban population in Europe among countries of that size, and both have far higher casualties. Belgium enforced a strict lockdown early on, Netherlands after some time, and Sweden not at all. Since this is selective info too, let at least the death rates of these countries become comparable, before we attempt any conclusion.
But what is absolutely undeniable is that you cannot judge lockdowns on just Covid death rates. It is to be Covid PLUS lockdown deaths. All calculations have to be based on that. The economic disaster connected to lockdowns has to be extrapolated and converted to loss of lives, however tentatively, even if not immediate deaths but imminent. (As the UK did recently, with a paper produced by their cabinet subcommittee and came to the staggering figure of 150,000).
Without this exercise, and this projection, all conversation about lockdowns is incomplete and pointless. Especially in India (where 80% of the country is either rural or living in urban slums and settlements), where the "collateral damage" from lockdown is quite simply greater than anywhere else in the world, in terms of lives lost. It may also be useful to remember that the profile of lockdown deaths include many more younger people, breadwinners, and not mostly the old, as Covid casualties are. If this colossal loss and suffering was not a reality, there might have actually even been a valid case to keep an indefinite lockdown till a vaccine is found.
All those in the upper-middle classes and above in India who are in favour of the lockdown (and it continuing even beyond early-May) demonstrate a frightening insularity and disconnect with their own country. Or they simply don't care about the cost, which is even worse. (And, chillingly, don’t even feel the need to virtue-signal about it.)
Though, all of this was probably apparent even before the pandemic.
We will see a sudden reversal of middle class opinion on lock down soon after their companies are unable to pay their salaries or start downsizing.
Via @Bharat Ramu
Germ theory is one of the biggest western scams. Chinese medicine, Ayurveda and other indigenous medicine all deduce that the terrain imbalance cause disease. If there is no terrain imbalance, then Germs remain asymptomatic or cause an acute infection and disappear due to healthy immune system.
Ram Mohan
the ayush ministry is already giving immune boosting herbal concoctions. I don't know what these people are giving...The brown sahibs with huge inferiority complex will only wait for a Western validated vaccine. I encourage them to keep their scientific temper going and not believe in our mumbo Jumbo. I tell them to only do what they believe while country cousins like us will be trying ayurvedic and homeopathic medicines as well while waiting for the vaccine...
That way they are happy if the kill themselves waiting for the gora to find their cure and I will rely on multiple systems to try and protect myself.. This because in my personal experience both ayurvedic and homeopathic medicines have worked wonders for me and have not had any side effects..
I would think the government is doing a similar think..
Ayush is advising ayurvedic remedies as well as the homeopathic ones.. But it remains an advisory only..
Just like punctures rely on their God to ensure that the virus doesn't infect them and continue to hug and pray, the brown sahibs or Macaulays clerks can Wait for the gora to save them..
We will take the vaccine when it comes but in the meanwhile we will try Other things as well..
Ram Mohan
Ram Mohan ji studies of that variety take 5-10 years. They are probably being undertaken. Basic immunity boosters knowledge is already known even to Western pharma. But they make no money selling you turmeric powder. The profit is in making a synthetic Curcumin ..As regards yoga once again the religious lobbies in the West aided by pharma peddle canards because their anti depressants sales will plummet..
Aparna Krishnan
India has the cheapest drug prices ( medicines) in the world. Indian patent laws forbid patenting of molecules, only patenting of process is allowed. Indian pharmacists are able to make most salts with proprietary techniques.India also has structure price control on stents and medical implants from the past 3 years..
Government hospitals are obligated to prescribe generic medicines.
In The government medical stores in hospitals invariably medicines and their generic variants are available at a fraction of the cost as low as one third of the branded ones..
“if we provide free transport, everyone will return home, creating problems both in the villages – triggering fear of pandemic and in cities, hampering revival of the economic activity, including construction work”
“strategy to discourage them from traveling home”.
'everyone' 'them' = migrant (daily wage) workers
Above quotes are from "Senior Officials" in Government of Karnataka (see attached story in
The Hindu
After helping 16,000 people get home in 598 buses, without asking them to pay for travel, the Government of Karnataka made a sudden policy change. Decided to charge passengers DOUBLE the normal bus ticket.
You read that right. DOUBLE the fare.
Why DOUBLE? Because they calculated cost of full bus, both ways (return will be empty bus) and every passenger has to pay for that return trip and empty seats as well)
Today thousands of people thronged to Majestic, hoping to get home now that they are "allowed" to go back. They were in for a rude shock when they realized it costs a bomb to get home. Unknown to them, the Government had a brilliant strategy to keep them here. (Even at this hour, hundreds are sleeping on the streets hoping to catch a bus in the morning.)
Vinay Sreenivasa
and others showed up at Majestic, made everyone aware of this phenomenon, and within a few hours, the 'strategy' has been revised. the charges went back to 'normal' charges, announced by a Minister.You would think after all the hardship faced by honest hardworking citizens of Karnataka, the Government will waive off the travel charges instead of devising 'strategies' to keep them here. But no. We would rather buy jet fuel to fly fighter planes showering petals all across country than pay for diesel costs of state run bus service.
Why would they want to keep them here?
The same page reveals the big secret "ensure that their return does not hamper economic activity"
I'm pretty sure no migrant worker that is sitting in Majestic is going to come back to Bengaluru any time soon, if at all.
But I also heard stories where people are taking loans, to pay for the travel with a promise to come back and work. Sounds like version 2020 of good old bonded labour.
I see pictures of people needing rice, dal, oil.
And I see pictures of exotic foods, made in lockdown times, and shared.
Alternately in my feed. A snapshot of our times. One country. Two worlds.
These are times to share as far as courage goes. And also to mute our our own living, in solidarity. To reduce.
Sharing a picture of a simple meal. Our breakfast. Wholesome, tasty, simple.
Cooked rice. Spread to cool.
A little oil in a pan. Tadka of mustard, green chillies, curry leaves, groundnuts, channa dal, turmeric.
Grated amla/nellikaya.
All mixed, and salt added to taste.
Amla is an important daily item, improves health, well being and immunity. More do in these times.
Everything is exposed. All lies we tried to cover up in our day to day life are now shown up.
We all live on slave labour.
It's not Corona. It's far deeper.
It's a sickness of the soul.
As we see ourselves, our lives, our lifestyles in stark outline. In unforgiving detail. In ugly detail.
Seen in the march of the migrant labourer who built our homes brick by brick.
Seen in the empty gaze of the roadside tailor. Who stitched all our clothes. And who could save nothing for this rainy day.
Seen in every missing Street vendor.
The mirror is all around us. The mirror reflection is ugly. And today we have nowhere to turn away to.
Our masks have been torn off.
There is no Other to blame now. It is Me. It is Us.
Our privilege built on uncomplaining underpaid undernourished bodies. Which offered us our food , shelter, clothing all too cheap. And vacations, and entertainment, and every other unnecessary pompom.
It has come to haunt us today.
Karma will take its due.
Yesterday again Sheik Akhtar called me.
He had walked from Chennai to Hyderabad, and had called to inform me of his safe arrival. 'Khuda Hafiz', he said. I had closed his case on my laptop. Four days ago.
Yesterday again he calls me up. "At the AP border a boy Yunus was walking alone, he needed to go to MP. I took him with me. In Hyderabad I put him on a lorry to his place. Now midway the lorry is harassing him. Asking for 1500/- for the transport. I have told him to talk to you. Please see."
I asked him to tell Yunus to call me.
I asked him if his own journey had been ok, how much it had cost. He told me that a lorry driver gave him a ride after the border.
I asked him if he driver took money. He said no, that the driver had got him food on the way too, and brought him down safely."
Sheik Akhtar had nothing to ask for himself. He was only recommending Yunus's case.
This is the simple reality, the unthinking give and take, that keeps the country running, despite everything.
We are all acting happy that the migrant labour has reached home, after months of desperate longing, and suffering.
But deep down there is little happiness. They are mostly reaching home penniless. And will need to return to their labour sites in a month or two. And if they find work they will think themselves lucky.
This is a society where some are greviously poor and need to slave for others who are well off. Thats how the machine runs.
Sushil and Ganesh have reached home. "Ab tension nahin", they called and told me.
We don't talk much. They don't understand my Hindi. I don't follow their dialect too well. But communication needs just a few shared words.
Two twenty two year olds called up from the AP border saying a watchman in Tambaram had given my number. And cane to the point asking if I would give money, that they could take a lorry to Vishakhapatnam, and then to Jharkhand.
Otherwise they would go in whatever way 500/- would enable them to.
One trusts these days. The stakes are too high. In this heat it's life or death. He gave an account number. I transferred.
They used to call me up once or twice a day. In two days they informed me they were home.
As we connect up with the 'migrant labourers', the sheer youthfulness pulls at the heart.
These kids have set our far from home, to labour, build the glittering cities, and send some sustenance home.
They are bewildered. Penniless. Just wanting to go home ...
This boy, not yet 19 from a village in Bihar ... Biru Kumar, DOB 20-8-2001
Morning phone calls from Jharkhand from the boys who have reached a few days back.
'Good Morning' phonecalls, just to connect. Asking for nothing. Just grateful for the small hand holding from us as they returned. Just friendly kids.
Dilawar is 20. This is his DP.
These boys had come out to earn, they returned empty handed.
And I deal with an overpowering sense of helplessness, sadness. At reality.
He says 'I LOVE MY INDIA' on his WhatsApp profile. See. I don't understand at all.
He's not yet 20. Finished his 12th and set out searching for livlihood. Thats the lot of a village boy in Bihar.
He's seen many troubles in this brief life.
He tells me now that his parents are weeping. They are asking him to just return. He just wants to go back. His contractor tortures him he says. Hasn't paid for two months in order to make sure he doesn't go. He's near breaking point.
These stories make me wonder at our naivety. At our deafness and wanton blindness. To the stories and lives that form the framework of out glittering lives in glittering cities. That build our privilege.
Pradip, a 20 year old boy has reached his village. He sends voice messages. I'm 'Mummyji' to him. I'm so many different things to so many people that I've lost track.
This is his beautiful village in Jharkhand, which he just sent me.
From this heaven, to a cramped room in a construction site in Chennai. Where 10 boys are packed into a room.
Is the real fall from paradise.
Why could we not build a country where there would be simple local livlihoods for one and all. And simple lives and lifestyles for us all.
Dhananjay Paswan, Dt Samastipur, Bihar. And his friends, Biru, Rabi and Shivanath.
I have known them only for two days. I will probably never talk to them again. They have one phone between the four of them. Which keeps getting switched off.
But I will never forget them.
Young boys, not yet twenty. Penniless and desperate in the lockdown. Very grateful for my phonecall, and our coordination to help them find trains. And yet making no move to take the money I kept trying to transfer to them. None of them have bank accounts. I asked them to find a shopkeeper who would take the money on his phone and give it to them. But they wouldn't try.
I was trying to find out in the help group if someone could reach money to them. At least 4000-5000 for the four of them.
A friend went over to give them money. They took only 500/- each for further expenses. Totally 2000/-. They refused to take any more.
This refusal to take more is something I encounter time and again. And which beings home very sharply many truths which we tend to forget.
Our own emphasis on money, and its essential low significance in the larger scheme of things.
And our immediate response to offer some money as panacea to situations that need far far more from us.
So much is needed of us. Introspection. Change of our lives. Our lifestyle. Building relationships. Working together. In commitment and faith. For the rest of life.
Nothing less will do.
Dhananjay, Biru, Rabi and Sivaraj.
Four more 'migrant labourer's heading home to Bihar, Dt Samastipur, Village Yamdipur. By today's train.
What hits each time is the incredible youthfulness of each of them. The innocence, the trauma they have gone through.
These boys were so hesitant to take any help. They were unable to understand that anyone could really want to help without something behind it. I could not really crack that. Though in 2 days I would have made some 15 calls to them.
Raja, DOB 1/1/2002 + 3
Four young men, the youngest only 18. Called up to ask, "Hum mazdoor hain, kuch samaj nahin aa raha hai. Kuch madad kijiye. Kahan se train milegi Bihar ki."
They introduced themselves as mazdoor, labourers. I felt like sinking before that term of self introduction. But we need to work, do what little we can now. When everything is loaded against them, and those of us who are trying to help.
I don't want my country to 'develop', to have 'malls' and 'flyovers' which are built by these 18 year olds.
Happy to stay that that simple level of life which is possible without this level of exploitation. That I am seeing all around me these days.
Three simple meals a day. Two sets of new clothes a year. For all. Will bestow happiness to all ..
Revisit Development !
Desperate calls in the morning. From some youth from Bihar. Please send us in a train today.
They think I am the Railway Minister. I wish I was.
On board to Bihar
Rahul, Raja, Santosh Paswan, Guddu Kumar, Aravind Kumar and the rest of the team of 10. Back homewards to eagerly waiting children and wives and old parents.
They were desperate to leave. We could not get any clear information from Government sources. Everything was in confusion. We finally just said that if they came to the station we could try.
The Bihar boys raised 9000/- among the ten of them to book a vehicle for coming to the station. On a hope, on a dream.
There our pillar Ariwarasan Ai took on. And they are now on board.
In utter chaos on the State front, the TN support team works out paths. Creating them out in wilderness.
In amazing coordination, with steady persistence, with untiring presence in the ground and behind excel sheets and on phone lines. With empathy and compassion.
Take a bow guys
Friends, the work in ongoing.
Vijay Sahani, 19 years.
Migrant labourer. TADA
Sirnia, Bihar
Never forget this face.
This face is the foundation of modern development. Of modern cities. Of all glamorous urbanization. .
Do we want it ? Or are we willing to lead simpler lives, without frills. But without exploitation.
That is the one question that begs to be answered. That we cannot duck.
We are now dealing with this boy, and 5 others, desperate to return home, to Bihar. It's all rather wretched.
He called me just now. To thank us for our help.
He's reached home.
Sultanpur Pachkatia, Khanpur Pakari, Vaishali, Bidupur, Bihar 844115
I asked him, "Mummy, Papa khush hain ki ghar pahunch gaye ?". If his parents were happy to see him.
He said, "Papa nahin hain". He has no father.
He is 21. He has 3 younger brothers and a sister.
Sole breadwinner of his family. He would have returned empty handed after the lockdown.
He is the face of the "migrant labour" that builds Chennai and other glittering cities of this country.
Last few days I have been completely tied down with some follow up work on the migrant crisis and many pending works for the PaalaGuttaPalle Team. Fabric to be ordered, orders to be processed. I wasn't able to step out last few days.
Yesterday when I got out for some essential shopping, and passed the temple street, and handed over some money to the blind begger, the old man in ochre robes and others there was a genuine "Where have you been all these days ... " From then all.
I remembered once again. That certain things just have to be done daily. Buying from the roadside flower sellers, giving to the people needing alms ... Nitya Karma.
Amidst all other responsibilities we take on. There are the immediate neighborhood responsibilities on the streets we need to answer. There are people who live day to day. The sales and alms are essential.
These can only be done by us ourselves, on the street.
DoB 2004. Age 16
The age when our children are in schools.
He is 'migrant labourer', building Chennai. The youngest I have seen so far. From Madhubani, Bihar
I am not getting into details. I have no more strength to face these stories. That I am unable to do anything about.
The Migrant Story. Working on this is like trying to find ones way blindfolded with ones hands tied behind us.
The government is utterly apathetic, uncooperative and non responsive.
And the people reach out to us as their last line of hope. We cannot even shatter that illusion
The thought of the next lockdown two days away in Chennai feels heavy, very heavy.
The people have just started picking up the threads of their lives, rudely torn apart by a sereis of lockdowns.
The tea sellers carts are out. The cart vendors with plastic toys are also coming out. The roadside tailors are stitching small peices of cloth, trying to look busy and waiting for clients. The ironing stalls are open. The men and women who can only invest 50/- are buying some jasmine and weaving it together, sitting on the footpaths.
No one helped them through hard days. They expected no help. Now that they are struggling to stand on their own feet, again they are being tripped down.
How many times can a person gather courage to raise himself again ?
The tiny shop I go to to recharge my cell phone. "Our business is finished fully now. With whose permission are they declaring another lockout. Whom did they ask ? This is not America. We survive on daily earnings ... "
I can only stand in silence, shamed at the way my country is treating its most defenceless.
Friends, the next two days, reach out. Walk the roads. Give generously what your heart tells you to to whomever you can. What you think a family needs to live on for 2 weeks.
They will all be dealing with hunger through the next lockdown. The government has withdrawn the meagre support it was giving thro Amma Canteens.
It seems that in a gated apartment in the vicinity many of the residents have not paid their maids wages in lockdown times.
Some acts are beyond all understanding. Beyond the pale of forgiveness. By God or man.
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