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- The Diva
- ‘The Diva’ is a perspective based in India. Diversity, cultures and people issues are important because we all share this planet. Let us share thoughts, ideas, and values. Perhaps somebody somewhere can find some answers.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Women with blue gold
Women, the traditional gatherers, are the seekers of ‘blue gold’ in India. But few stop to think of this activity as a major loss for the country.
So what new adornment is blue gold? It is the drinking water that the privileged generally take for granted. About 2 billion people around the world are dependent on freshwater for their daily use, but increasing rural numbers are being forced into water-stressed conditions. In the dry regions, women and girls walk miles each day to find and collect pots and buckets of ground water, even from polluted ponds or wells, to carry back on their heads.
On this issue especially, the gender inequality is stark in rural India. For women, the designated crisis managers, hauling and storing water becomes a daily chore in addition to managing the home, the livestock, field labour etc, leaving them no respite from drudgery. Girls are socialized early into the process that becomes their work for life. Carrying water loads two or three times a day, or watching over younger siblings is often considered adequate “schooling” for the future. The wastage of resources is in millions of woman-days, which can be translated into the loss of billions of rupees for the country.
Although the proportion of water on the planet is much larger than land, about 97.5 percent is saline, unsuitable for drinking, irrigation, industry etc. Moreover, the bulk of the remaining 2.5 percent freshwater is locked up as glaciers and snow on mountaintops. Less than one-third of this quantity may be in ground water. A UN resolution (July 2010) includes it under human rights, yet the right to safe and clean drinking water and sanitation is not within the grasp of millions of people living below the poverty line. Their numbers are on the rise.
In India, the water crisis is largely related to modernization. Projects designed to take the country forward have not been completely thought through. The ‘green revolution’ in food production, like the high-yield paddy crops introduced for all year cultivation in the ’70s, is water-intensive processes that have raised the freshwater requirements of agriculture to 73 percent. Heavy industry, especially the energy sector comprising coal, oil, thermal and nuclear power, account for another 22 percent of consumption.
The developmental projects have interfered with the natural processes. For instance, the state of West Bengal, in the eastern sector, is home to about 8 percent of India’s population. It is not a traditionally dry region. The river Ganges divides the state into two unequal halves – North and South. This mighty waterway, replenished annually by the heavy monsoon rains of the region, has been meeting the needs of populations residing on its banks for centuries. In the present day, however, the northern districts cope with floods during the monsoon season, while the southern districts are prone to drought-like conditions.
Much of the ‘fault’ here may be attributed to the erection of dams. Fact is other states demand a share of West Bengal's aqua wealth. These dams that were meant to resolve their water problems were constructed at places that have turned out ecologically and economically unsound for this state. In the process of water diversions, new issues were created. West Bengal's reservoirs are not only deprived of their essential inlet requirements, their capacities choke with high levels of silt sedimentation.
Further, corporate and political indifference to the proper treatment of industrial wastes and sewage cause the habitual pollution of precious ground water. In addition, burgeoning populations of the region have led to the consumption needs spiraling upwards. The indiscriminate landfilling of natural ponds and lakes to promote housing complexes, cut off the traditional inlets to recharging the water table, and thus intensify the spread of aridity.
The disruption of the water cycle has in addition, led to increased concentrations of arsenic, fluoride and pesticides leaching into ground water. The usable water now reportedly stands at 40 percent. Although much of West Bengal’s water issues are attributed to the abuse of water resources, their political resolutions do not appear imminent. The public resistance to new energy technologies stems from fears of further industrial inroads on the freshwater requirements.
Changing weather patterns have exacerbated the problem. Feeble pre- and post-monsoon rains fail to adequately replenish ground water. The signs first appeared in wells in blocks of the southern districts of Murshidabad, Medinipur, Burdwan and Hoogly in the 1980s. This drop in the water table became significant over the period 1995-2004, with hand-pump after hand-pump in their thousands falling dry.
Furthermore, the widespread use of unclean water for domestic, farming and irrigation needs creates health hazards. About 26 million people, not to mention livestock, are estimated to be at risk from drinking contaminated water, especially in the poverty-stricken rural areas. Sadly, some corporate bodies hope to only profit from the problem by making drinking water a saleable commodity.
To top it all, it had been claimed that tapping into the water table causes it to drop down further, so there have been no solutions to look forward to, just a dark and dreary future stretching endlessly. Recent findings, however, bring a ray of hope. Extensive scientific field research conducted more recently refutes the earlier claim. Thus, installing bore-wells to make clean drinking water available all year round would actually ease the suffering of the population groups made to so desperately seek the elusive blue gold.
With time saved from the daily trudging back and forth, the rural women could play active roles in water management that include longer-term conservation solutions like water harvesting and maintenance of reservoirs. Perhaps girls could even dream of a future of actually going to school, and enjoying their childhood. The more privileged sections of society need to think just a little beyond themselves, to make reality of these impossible dreams.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
The minute breadwinner
The
incessant pounding disturbs my reverie. I glance out to locate the source of
the irritant and my gaze is arrested by the little girl dressed in the
traditional attire of a parrot-green ghagra
(long skirt) in that must once have been gaudily eye-catching. She is perhaps
three feet tall, her hair, glistening with oil, slicked back in tight pigtails.
She looks barely past the toddler stage, no more than five years old. It seems
incongruous that she sports a pair of dark glasses. Her small hands hold a long
green-and-red pole twice her height. I suddenly realize she is tightrope walking.
The
noise-makers are probably her parents – the man stands by drumming up business
with a semblance of rhythm, while the woman squats down on the sidewalk to
hammer out her tensions on a couple of metal plates. Beside them in a wicker
basket, lies another baby, seemingly quite at home with the bedlam.
They have
crossed bamboo poles about ten feet apart on the concrete road and strung a
rope between them more or less horizontal to the ground to rig the makeshift
prop. Obviously, the question of safety does not cross their minds – there is
no helmet, no safety harness to secure the child, and no safety net below to
catch her should she fall. She is entirely on her own, on the ‘platform’ raised
six or seven feet above. Amidst the traffic speeding by with blaring horns, she
focuses on parading back and forth on the rough jute rope that must hurt her
bare feet.
With one
misstep she could end up with a fractured skull, broken bones, or worse. My
thoughts churn in moral outrage. How dare they thus expose the girl-child to
danger? The man and woman could work; it was their bounden duty as parents,
wasn’t it, to protect their children? Instead, they live off their earnings.
The rest of us should not encourage such behaviour by watching; we should all
just walk away and force them to change their exploitative habits, I nod to
myself.
But then,
I do not turn away. Seriously, what chances of survival does a nomadic family
really have? As an offshoot of a gypsy tribe or a circus, they are outcasts of
mainstream society. With no money, and no home, they are of the faceless
millions living below the poverty line. They have no skills other than what
they are doing right now, and no hope of steady employment.
Attracted
by sight and sound, a small crowd of curious onlookers also gathers. Passersby
stop, like me fascinated by the little aerialist. I smile to think how well
this totally illiterate family is able to read crowd psychology. The little
girl walks to the end of the rope, turns and sits down for a moment on the fork
of the bamboos. In high treble she calls out. The man reaches up to hand her
two small metal pots. Placing them on
her head, she stands up to resume her walk.
It dawns
that she is gradually increasing the degree of difficulty of her act - first
the goggles, now the pots. Her balance is perfect as it must be. She gets to
the other end and calls again. This time she is handed a pair of bright pink
plastic slippers. She wears them, replaces the pots on her head, adjusts her
dark glasses, and sets off once more on her promenade.
In spite
of me, I am impressed. This family is not begging, nor are they stealing. They
put on display what they know, and the children take quickly to that way of
life to survive in harsh reality. The parents passing on their craft to their
children early, schools them in street-performer roles. Were I in their place,
I wonder whether I could so accept reality, discover my worth and live by it.
Certainly
they count on their children to shoulder the family burden, but in a country
that cannot boast of social security for all its citizens, can we really be
judgemental? Would any of us spare more than a cursory glance if the man or the
woman were doing the same balancing act? No, not a chance! Hence, when we
ourselves have no alternatives to offer for their survival, can we really brand
them guilty of the crime of child exploitation?
The disciplined courage of this minute breadwinner shames us, who take privileges for granted. The little girl scrambles down from her perch, and while the father packs up the props, she and her mother each pick up a plate and hold them out wordlessly. The onlookers willingly drop therein their appreciations for the performance. I confess I do too – the child’s efforts deserve at least a full meal for the family before they move on.
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