Just like that

It is a wonderful thing to have friends. It is more than wonderful when they are truthful. To get to the stage where the truth remains harshly beautiful and not hurtful one imagines a necessity for intimacy.  We believe truthful exchanges happen only in old relationships or one that is bounds by strings. Is it necessary for friends to have some knowledge of the many facets that make you who you are for a truthful exchange of thoughts? I have found it is not so, though not often, but sometimes, and it is breathtakingly beautiful. It could be a brief and intense relationship across distances. It could be brief, light and physically close like the one you share with a co-passenger. Yet these transient relationships can throw such a sharp focus on your self. All I can say is, beautiful! Life is lovely because of such moments. And thanks! 

 

And I am looking forward to next saturday’s playdate, since second grade my son does not want any with girls and I miss them. Nowadays the only time I get to play with girls is when my boss’s children come over, two boys and a 3 year old little miss. One who regularly bites and beats up her older ‘bothers’.

And this one for my imaginary teenaged daughter:

she is not

silk wrapped and gold bedecked

watching steps or walking straight

lines in tightened gait

my daughter is richly dark

she falls and rises

freely

like my own laughter.

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some memories

random thoughts on dalit and black movements: i don’t see the black movement as a monolithic one, but rather as a cohesive one, facilitated largely by the powerful linkages of common language, religion and culture (relative to dalit’s cultural range). for dalits, it has to remain as a series of movements in parallel motion, with a deliberate attempt to develop interconnections between the movements. not with the intention of becoming a homogenous, monolithic one, rather for the purpose of communication alone. with such plurality of movements, are we reconciling that differences cannot be overcome? before that, is there a need for differences to be overcome? isn’t the understanding that the fight and goal is the same for all, enough? 

and some random memories:

East Station Bangalore

mine is a patriarchy

men don’t cry, its said

i say, no. i have seen

a man wail

for a small bag of rice

stolen from him.

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Tamil Dalit staple

lemon rice

in wrapped leaves

food from home, for stops

at stations, roadsides, footpaths

heat spoiled food, eaten heartily

lime is a preservative

does not spoil, the general agreement.

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Chellamma

beauty?

yes quite lovely

yes yes beautiful

sight of cooking rice

brings out the poet in me

i hum, sing, don’t shout at them;

my children!

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Lakshmi

son is dead

7 years old

dead

what can I do?

i tried

but he died.

Construction sites.

Wife

wives trade their bodies

for a day’s work

husbands demand

their pay.

she carries bricks

all day long

satisfies the contractor

does two jobs

with only one pay

that too -taken away.

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Child

snotty nosed child

on piled sand

watches the lady

smile and pet

a snooty child.

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her thalattu

never seen, never touched 

my grandmother

feels strange to call her that

she never was an old woman

died young, so young

her last child all of nine years

and i his daughter

grew up with  stories

of him yearning for her.

she remains forever a young boy’s mother

yet she is my grandmother

one who in earnest tried to kill him

my father

when still within her womb

ashamed of being pregnant yet again

mourning her unreturned sons from strange wars

protesting her uniformed husband guarding distant borders 

leaving her as single mother, for the tenth time

herbs did not rid her of this unwanted child

one she would cradle singing 

‘you refused to die then,  for so disregarding your mother’s wish,

you better succeed well as a grown man’

her thalattu padal for him.


Thalattu padal : Lullaby for new borns in Tamil.

Long live colonization, courtesy data.

What fancy terms will sociologists give this -being told how to live in 2009? being told you little beggars clean your mess we need to drive clean cars in our clean cities, we need our monuments a glistening! Neo-liberal scientific data-induced colonization? 

This is not about rich countries imposing their will on poor countries, or of a class struggle between states. The goals that must be met are being dictated by scientific studies and assessments. Climate change has crowned a new absolute power: the power of science, whose findings are now determining the very existence of the world’s entire population.  

Funny isn’t it? where and what is modern science? where is this data generated? its practioners with a voice in global affairs are in rich countries they uniformly are from and represent the upper classes. Some of these also come from developing countries like India, take our Copenhagen returning minister, an elite with super fancy degrees, who probably never had to sit in the middle of cracked parched land waiting for the rains, or waited in line for a pot of water.

We send such ministers to go tell the West to cut their consumption and take responsibility for the World mess they got us in. And what we get are ministers returning with a small money bag ($30 billion to be shared by all poor nations). Starving populations, drought wracked earth, water depleted tracts of agriculture and forest lands, disappearing coasts, submerging islands, send the marginalized and their progeny straight down a futureless future. And call it a good deal!!

India’s Environment Minister, Jairam Ramesh, has said, “India has a good deal” in the Climate Draft negotiated by US President Barack Obama with India, China, Brazil and South Africa (who are negotiating an international climate treaty as the BASIC group).

Indian officials noted that the US-brokered deal had addressed India’s concerns adequately, although some improvements could be made.

“What we said was that with regard to supported (climate) actions, that is those actions for which we are receiving financial resources or we are receiving technology, with respect to those actions, we have no difficulty with international scrutiny, including reporting measurement, verification,” Saran said.

But, as far as India’s “unsupported” or voluntary actions are concerned, it is ready to report them as part and parcel of its national communication to the UN Framework Convention on Climate (UNFCC). 

Good deal Indeed! 

I appreciate the honesty of this:

Developing countries expressed outrage that threats to the very existence of some nations were ignored. A session that carried into the early hours of this morning hit a low point when a Sudanese delegate compared the five-nation agreement to Holocaust, because it would leave small island nations at risk of being submerged by rising seas and that large swaths of Africa would be turned into agricultural wastelands as temperatures rise.  

Image from here.

Jani

I wrote a post for Pavada about Sant Janabai. This however is not Janabai’s portrait . I just like it. 

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I didn’t find many images of this Maharashtrain poet from the 13th century. But a few translations of her abhangs are available online, this is how i read her now, quite sure it will change as time goes by and i hope to find some more reference material on her, a few though are heading my way from inter library loans. Here is one of her reprimands to God for neglecting her:

O you Vithya Vithya

nasty brat of the original illusion,

your widow has become a whore

and wears bangles of Savitri,

your corpse has been carried away,

seeing it, even death cries.

standing in her courtyard

Jani curses you!

Elsewhere she tells him:

O God I have lost your love

and will not serve you again

there is nothing special about you

your vanity turns me away.

why should I fear your anger?

your strength depends on me.

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Source: Janabai and Kanhopatra: A study of two women sants. Sarah Sellergen.

Images of Maharashtrian women in literature and religion. Anne Feldhaus.

Pavada, new blog on Indian translation

In the early days of this blog, sometime last year, CF in one of the comments here had discussed having a blog that focussed on Indian translations that are not easily available. The discussion then was in  a political context, where he had translated a news report for this blog. But time went by, and last week he asked me to write a piece for the new blog, he named Pavada. I sat on it, but it is really up and there is one Urdu translation of Ghalib’s poem and another one that I have to back and read again, it is by the Telugu poet, Sri Sri’s, Jayabheri, please go read. I finished my attempt at, not a translation but trying to understand some of them -I’ve never been good with languages, but would like to think that I have a good ear for songs. He has an open invitation for bloggers and friends who are interested in this kind of writing to send in articles. Way to go!!

Town halls and decision making

Anybody who is following the health care bill proposed by President Obama including novices like me who have little understanding of the way politics works in the US, sit amazed at this practice called Town Hall meetings. The President sends the elected representatives to seek consensus, first by gathering support from the people, the complicated bill has to be explained as it affects every one. The resistance to the bill is mainly because it proposes better access to healthcare for  the poor and uninsured (and the fear is that it will be at the cost of the well off). So town hall meetings are organized, everybody is welcome to ask questions and the representative stands there explaining. If this is not amazing enough for a person like me whose country willy-nilly passes most of the bills without as much as having a debate, or if it does it is a media-academia-NGO staged one, here is a video clip of a Rep. telling a woman what he thinks of her questions. Where she is equating health care access to the poor to that of Hitler providing healthcare to the Nazis. The fact that she gets to say what she says and gets told what she was told is one simple lesson about humanity.

 

Those who follows caste – race parallels are going to be blown by this simple human transaction, where it is abundantly clear why some are elected, and why we want leaders like them. Why there will also be people who will equate their own poorer countrymen to Nazi’s. Pure hatred will exist anywhere, to stop that in the tracks we need leaders who will say that it is ‘vile contemptible nonsense’ straight up and that ‘we are not interested in entertaining it’. And mean it.

Rain-drought and the Green revolution

The rains have remained the same in the Green revolution spectaculars  -Punjab and surrounding areas. But, we have this image of this region, like we discussed in an earlier post, our inheritance of this particular revolution will continue in more sinister forms -attending global warming summits is mandatory and fashionable, ignoring ground (water) realities is also fashionable. (In a hurry now, hope to continue on the vicious circles that wrong policies create for the common man far from that brightly lit region of India).

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A second study using GRACE data, by scientists at the University of Colorado and the National Center for Atmospheric Research in Boulder, has found that the most intensively irrigated areas in northern India, eastern Pakistan and parts of Bangladesh are losing groundwater at an overall rate of 54 cubic kilometres per year, consistent with Rodell’s results (V. M. Tiwari et alGeophys. Res. Lett. doi:10.1029/2009GL039401; in the press).

Groundwater depletion in northwest India is a known problem, but Rodell’s data suggest that the loss rate is around 20% higher than the Indian authorities have previously estimated.

Rodell notes that rainfall during the study period was close to the long-term climatic mean, and says that the observed groundwater depletion is unlikely to be the result of unusual dryness or variability.

The regions of Rajasthan, Punjab and Haryana have a combined population of 114 million people, and receive an average of 500 millimetres of rainfall per year — just slightly less than that of London — but with pronounced seasonal and regional differences. Although less than a third of agricultural land there is irrigated, crop irrigation accounts for up to 95% of groundwater consumption. “If farmers could shift away from water-intensive crops, such as rice, and implement more efficient irrigation methods, that would help,” says Rodell.

Read the summary here.

Image courtesy NASA website

“We don’t know the absolute volume of water in the northern Indian aquifers, but Grace provides strong evidence that current rates of water extraction are not sustainable,” said Rodell. “The region has become dependent on irrigation to maximize agricultural productivity. If measures are not taken to ensure sustainable groundwater usage, the consequences for the 114 million residents of the region may include a collapse of agricultural output and severe shortages of potable water.“ 

Seeing the mind

This is for all the beautiful children, for you and me

 

Update: Sometimes we have to see words, sometimes feel them. How the mind processes, when it hears words and language we may be able interpret somewhat. What it does when it sees and feels language may be lot less interpretable – probably because we didn’t feel the need to quantify and qualify those. Mostly I would like to think the mind is a vast unknown place. No limits on it. All kinds of memories are coming rushing to me at this conversation -I will write out one, a Korean mother of two, sat talking to me and said, “I treat my older son like he is the neighbors son”  her second son is autistic and she was overcompensating for it and the older sibling’s loss of her attention weighed on her, but she was matter of fact about it. All that she had learned with the first born in terms of language transfers from mother to child, become useless for her second born. She found herself relearning, redoing, reassessing mother-child interactions on a fresh slate. She said “he is perfect, I am imperfect for it is me who is  unable to find the language to communicate with him, I have to learn anew.”

mind limited?

Over here, I uttered something like language is just a tool to get information across -blasphemy of sorts I guess (spending too much time with geeks and their ever vanishing languages). Infinetly patient, an English teacher, explained to me the mechanisms of differentiating this from that, and gave the quote below, which  bothers me in a fundamental sort of way. So I take a typical natural science approach, which is also a curious child’s approach to figure out the world  -face value, without bothering to go into what made Ludwig Wittgenstein write this.

 ”The limits of our language are the limits of our mind.” 

And I  start to immediately wonder :

What if I am a mother to a deaf, mute and blind child?  I have no words, no sentences, no language made up of words that I can impart to, or share with my child. What does that imply about my child’s mind? That it is limited, that the disability reached the mind. Its growth boundaries decided by a biological disability/ies? Language limits are the limits of the mind, then what does its absence mean? Mind is a wasteland. Or a fenced up coop?

What if I have dyslexic child? Or or an autistic child? Or Aspergers child? The complex interplay of under use/over use of words/languages/topics and the mixing up of social cues being nerve wracking enough for a parent of special needs child, what purpose do these maybe wise but plain inconsiderate sayings have? Is the entire network of people around a special needs child/individual to be ignored when talking of the human mind? Do they know the courage, strength and peace a parent derives from the thought of the unfettered mind of their special needs child?

Such a statement would infuriate me, it still does, and that the fact it came out of a philosopher’s mind bemuses me. That it is repeated by sane people is awesome.

Why would a philosopher imagine a world filled with ideal people? The world does include people who do not speak languages,or process and deliver language in ways that are not ideal, exact or nuanced and if they are numerically small as compared to the rest, it does not mean that they don’t exists. Or that their minds automatically becomes a zilch. Give me a philosopher who can think of the world of ‘not ideal’ people, I might listen a little more patiently.

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These days I am often forced to face the lack of my education in liberal arts. It comes to me in the form of names and sayings, that seems to for ever roll of the people’s tongues, mostly Indians I occasionally pass by on the web. I always had the knack for dropping off information that’s not needed, which is handy as my work drowns me with excess information. So I hit wiki check out the names and go on with my life. But these names are usually philosophers and they come at me for a particular comment I made, and I am usually shooting from the hip, meaning just reacting to the facts presented.  So I get weary with this kind of conversation and actually start to read these dead guys writings, hoping to see what connection if any they have to these conversations.

If all the answers were in the books, why blog, just go read it and imagine the world is free of problems or niceness. Incidentally, these names always belong to the ‘civilized’ western hemisphere for whatever reason. I don’t run into people who counter arguments with the  Chinese or Latin American viewpoint, which one would think is more natural and obvious, since we for most part belong to the not so ‘civilized’ parts of the world and commonalities must be greater between Indian and developing country’s thinking and experiences. I am beginning to conclude that just like my field -Science is a western enterprise everything else in Indian thought from thinkers, academics and bloggers are tightly hinged to thoughts that emanates from the whites. No matter how irrelevant, the condition has to be twisted to fit the whites theory. It is bad enough that my area of science has little significance to the problems of my people, to think that the humanities and social sciences are also plagued with the same problems -is something that is coming as a shock to me, often it feels like why bother with this on the Indian blogs, I might as well go and attend the living white philosphers theorizing away –  which I do every now and then, go there without expectation that they are aware of my part of the world and its issues and come feeling a little more informed about another society. Why bother having conversations with Indians, if they throw names and philosophies that I can listen to live, just a walk down from my workspace. I read Indian blogs, (half a dozen or so) to learn and share the Indian experience and instead come back learning about the white neighborhood that I live in. Strange. Sad. Funny.

From science I pick threads that have meaning and impact on the Indian way of life and search for parts that can be useful. Occasionally  I find them in applied sciences, but it is only a framework to help look at the ground realities, reshaping those principles may work but I am not all convinced that it can ever substitute reasoning input by the actual user. The Indian.

Too lazy, too tired to give examples. BUT this is a giant problem for me with the internet-speak. 

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