Saturday, August 28, 2010

On.... the sparrows' cry for help ( a bit of rant on nature and us).



I have begun to wonder lately- do I know soil? Have I held it in my hand for once and never looked at it without feeling it is dirt, but a component of every eco-system? The answer, sadly, is no. There is a difference between being aware of something as crucial as climate change and attributing climate to local environment and its dynamics. Lot of work has been done on the urban jungle and how the anthromes affect the habitat. But very less has been done on how to make people aware of the crucial situation. To us in the developing world, climate change is not the immediate concern. It occupies a sphere of less importance than food, water, shelter, etc. It does not enter our minds that climate change is something that affects us in the very grass root level, something that even democracy hasn’t been able to do properly yet.

When I was studying away from Thiruvananthapuram, it was a relief to come home every time. It was not because I was home sick, but because I loved to see trees lined up along the sides of the road, huge trees that the royal family has planted decades back. The city was green. It was welcoming. It was an urban jungle, but a planned one with the commercial centers packed into exclusive pockets and not spread out. Then our Govt decided that it was time to renovate the city. This in time when the world was ablaze with pre-Cop15 talks. Widening the roads, building larger buildings with western design, etc can hardly be called sustainable development. The Left, the Right and the Centrists all joined hands in applauding this development. Whatever sanity that was left in the city intelligentsia, like the architect Shankar, was accused to be anti-development and called him a 'tree-hugger'. Now, you might be wondering why this blog post now, if I had found the whole episode disturbing then. Because an acquaintance of mine actually posted this status message on Facebook- ‘Was happy to see the changing face of TVM. Much needed change. Wide roads, new buildings, exclusive outlets of some global brands.’.

Let us look at the items of emphasis here. First of all, there is the stress on the much needed change. I would have left it as another piece of ignorance, had not the clause ‘exclusive outlets of some global brands’ caught my eye. He is right. The availability of global brands and consumer items has increased. So has the cost of living. Do these global brands have a major impact on the vast majority of the local population?  I wonder if he or anyone who cares more about the former actually cares about the farmer. The answer would most probably be no. There is a notion among the general public that once you cast the vote, your necessity and participation in democracy are over, that there is no further role.  Most people take this ‘modernization’ for granted instead of thinking about viable solutions. They think that in order to cater to the growing economy and growing number of vehicles on the street, the roads have to be widened. They think that for the economy to grow, high rise buildings are necessary, which instead of taking the local weather conditions into consideration, follow blind aesthetics.
The main problem in such thinking is that we forget two things- first of all, every society has an ecological footprint. The WWF claims that the human footprint has exceeded the bio-capacity (the available supply of natural resources) of the planet by 20%. The footprint of India is fast increasing, population growth being a major problem. Forests are decreasing in area alarmingly, the various programmes of the Govt for afforestation taking time. Now, the problem with emulating the mainstream western models of development is that this foot print only increases. Developed countries have huge ecological footprints. One of the reasons that our footprint is low is because we have traditionally used eco-friendly mechanisms and given more priority to regeneration.  Such a statement does not mean we should regress to traditional economically nonviable energy fuels or methods of habitation. It simply means we need to leapfrog and use novel tools and techniques of development. We need better public transit systems and mandatory car pooling, so that instead of widening the roads for the increasing number of vehicles, the number is reduced to accommodate the regulations. The next option is to make our huge buildings self sufficient. This is the age of science in which scientists are devising better and better technologies to harvest energy; even from human urine (I will not say that it is the only option.). It is the age of designs based on biomimicry and biomorphing. We need to use local sources and local intellectual pools which encourage creative collaboration to understand the systemic problems and tackle them fruitfully. 

The second thing that we forget is that we have a rather large young population. We forget that the earth is theirs to inherit. Every parent tries to give the child everything he/she might need. Doesn’t the child need clean air, water and food for tomorrow? I always thought of the food I used to waste as ‘some food’. I also used to think that I possibly couldn’t make a difference to the poor by eating what I didn’t want. That is the wrong approach. It is not the consumption, but the production. I should not cook more food than necessary thus wasting the raw food material, energy and time. It is not a hard habit to inculcate. Nor is the habit of leaving some grains of food and a bowl of water on the balcony for the little birds. I hardly know ten or fifteen local species of plants. My children would know even lesser. Like me, they would consider plants that grow too much in the soil as weeds. Like me, they would most probably wait to buy a pair of gloves to pluck them out because soil is full of germs and it is dirty. Isn’t it time that every concrete forest with a terrace had gardens? Every plant and animal species has evolved in a particular climate rather painstakingly. Instead of importing and cross breeding garden variety plants with prettier flowers, let us have indigenous plants and the beehives harvested and not destroyed. Let us not pave concrete the space around the house. Let there be soil. It is high time we converted the anthromes to consciously include the micro ecosystems that flourish around us.

I consider D H Lawrence to be one of the most boring writers ever. But there are no better words than these, taken from the ‘The Rainbow’ to show the rawness of nature and the complete interdependence of humans with the land and nature.

‘But heaven and earth was teeming around them, and how should this cease? They felt the rush of the sap in spring, they knew the wave which cannot halt, but every year throws forward the seed to begetting, and, falling back, leaves the young-born on the earth. They knew the intercourse between heaven and earth, sunshine drawn into the breast and bowels, the rain sucked up in the daytime, nakedness that comes under the wind in autumn, showing the birds' nests no longer worth hiding.’

I think it is time I actually did something about the garden.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Girl

 
Little girl, little girl
you love your laugh and the arc of
the rainbow, wind carrying you swift
down the undulating meadow.

You own the world with a smile,
your smile, a hint of blush, loud rush of
freedom, giggling past life’s stream, blissful
the mundane pleasures of heart.

Your tears melt stone, tear the
raging inferno, open the tombs of every
mighty soldier who never  so flinched
to the gun’s thunder.

And yet, my dear, you
seek why he doesn’t play with you
anymore, no more you feel a child,
ever since it began flowing between
your legs: red, thick and murkily sad.

You blush with a thunderous hush
at the looks of lust and desire, unbound
feeling your bosom, temptation abound.

And you will weep, my dear, the
tears no more precious, your laugh made
silent and untrue; a ragged doll of unknown
rage and sorrow of morrow you become.

Men who pinched your cheerful
behind, who mouthed words shameful,
they wander free; clad in irony, warm in
agony, you become nothing but a bird, 
which forgot its song.



Tuesday, August 17, 2010

On... Religion 2.

Most Trivandrumites know that Palayam is famous for being the point of intersection where there is a church, a mosque and a temple. I had noticed the other day that there were renovations going on at the church and now it is visibly larger than it was. It would have been another event of insignificance in the scale of events had I not noticed a mosque being built nearby a church where there is no significant Muslim population or a temple trying to encroach the street. It brings me to the cardinal question I have in my mind. Is religion bigger than faith? Or, has religion become so much of an identity for the common man that the rest fade into the background?

Till some years back, I knew what a burqa was only in theory. I had seen the pictures, but couldn’t imagine anyone wearing it. It so happened that I could also not imagine Shiv Sena ambulances in the city. I couldn’t understand why a friend said that Hindus need to stay united. It was incomprehensible to me as to why a favourite teacher of mine, who was a Christian, wasn’t allowed to enter a temple. Now, I know. I have also observed that the worship places are becoming larger and bigger. Is it because of the increase in population? Perhaps. But, it could also be due to the fact that religion as a practice has been overwrought with pretension, that spirituality and faith has ceased to be factors of consideration.  The looser your purse strings, the nearer you are to the creator. The hassles of life have given us a new tangential velocity, minuscule perhaps in its magnitude, but definitely enough to divert us to a desired orbit. The illusion of choice is so strong that the individual often ignores the associated side effects. Isn’t this the illusion that is alluded to in the chronicles of medievalist clergy? Heretics were burnt at stake. Those were simpler times. Heretic had only one meaning – one who defied the church’s decrees. Now, the manifolds of differentiation are so huge that even Riemann would fail at categorizing them.


Religion had the ultimate purpose of making sense of the universe. It did not begin with the intention of becoming exclusive clubs where the inquisitiveness was considered evil. But, society has evolved to a point where man being an in group animal, needing the interdependence, has failed to come up with any competent institution which caters to his need for survival, on a large scale. Political affinities can change. But religious sentiments seldom do and continue for generations. A friend once told me how her husband cannot stand Muslims. He has Muslim friends (I wonder!), but refuses to trust strange Muslims. The identity here is not friend. It is Muslim/Hindu/Jew/Christian friend.


Another question I have is whether globalization has something to do with this accelerated need to belong.  With the cosmopolitism typically associated with globalization, the world does shrink to the point where a person cannot perceive his/her roots as strongly as he/she would like to. It creates a vacuum and the need to force the identity further. What further accentuates this void is the capitalized packaging of religion. Religion thus becomes a commodity and the clergy become the shopkeepers. The subject-verb agreement is extremely distorted to the point where it becomes inordinately hard to trace the origin of each practice. This in turn acts as a constant bubble wrap around the ignorance that religion has nothing to do with faith. Or is it a kind of Barnum effect: catering to the subjective validation of the individuals who descended from social animals and using this evolutionary trait to negatively create spaces that are absolutely isolated?

This brings me to another point. An observation based on the Attukal Pongala. Lakhs of women assemble here at Thiruvananthapuram annually, on a specific day to worship the goddess through rice dish offerings. While the media focuses on clicking the images of Parvathi Omanakuttan or film actresses and writing up about how foreigners are turning up in hordes to give their offerings, there is a section which goes unnoticed in this sensationalized glamourous milieu. The ordinary woman of poverty, who wants to unburden herself for a day and tell the goddess all her woes, hoping she will have some relief. The underprivileged are taught to accept that this is god’s will. That their poverty is fair. The poor cannot contribute much to the rising cathedrals, minarets or gopurams and hence they are god’s least favourites. Charity is a fixture of most religious institutions. We do have to ask whether religious philanthropy is altruistic or not. I will definitely be obliged or to an extent emotionally submissive to someone who bails me out of a tough situation. It could also generate a sort of peripheral persuasion enough for me to start inculcating at least some of the values the person hold.   

There is a widely held view that globally, religion as a direct cause of violence is rare. But when you take every ethnic, geopolitical or purely political conflict, you cannot depreciate the role of religious sentiments. Though the groups may not be fighting over theological issues or spiritual practices, the religious-cultural identity markers usually utilize the faith based sectarian symbols which the people are emotionally attached to.  Even the culturalism can give way to a sentiment of religious-nationalism, which we see around us, arising even in India.

This is a situation which is worsening every day. We can easily say that I have my beliefs and you have yours and that our Constitution guarantees us the Right to Freedom of Religion. But we really have to ask ourselves whether it is the right Right or Freedom. Something that distorts the very nature of diversity hardly encompasses the natural diversity. So the next time you make a contribution to your temple or mosque or church, ask yourself whether it is the right thing to do. Or step it up a notch and kindle the thought whether religion is more important than faith or not.

I find no better quote to wind this musing up with, than Stendhal on religion: ‘All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few.’. 

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Return

A gust of wind streamed lazily past me,
tottering ever so unsteadily under
the heavy clouds, in the whimsical
sagacity that provokes ideal eternity.

The tree smiled at me gently, leaves
cloistered in their burden of raindrops
sadly left behind, screaming agony,
demanding to drown in sweet gravity.

As I looked up to the thunder for a
moment not too long, the green giant
shuddered, shrugged in surrender, and
from up high, let a drop fall on me.

Nothing to ponder on, just a slow sigh
of surreal abandon, as the cold warmth
rolled from my eye and over my cheek
returns to impregnate the earth’s womb,
yet again.