Friday, June 30, 2006

How much is a Billion dollars?

We were sitting at the site coordination office of SPARC, at Dharavi. SPARC is a Mumbai based non-profit working towards rehabilitation of Mumbai’s slum dwellers through local community organizations. The office is in the ground floor of a recently constructed housing complex, which previously used be a slum, now converted with help from the state government and local community organizations.

As we get into the office, an old man walks in. He had walking sticks, was almost shirtless and had bandages tied to his legs. He approaches the coordinator sitting there and hands him some documents, and starts conversing in Tamil. The coordinator, quite a young guy, could not understand a word. So, I became the interpreter.

Turns out Ramalingam, who is probably more than 60, hails from Thirukovil in Southern Tamil Nadu. He came to Mumbai 40 years ago with his family and since then has been begging in the streets of Mumbai. The little hut where he and his family currently live is scheduled to be demolished by the municipality in the next couple of days. However, he has been allotted a house, in one of the newly constructed apartment complexes to rehabilitate slum dwellers at Vashi naka. He had the keys for his new apartment. He was there at the office, because he was told by his neighbors that SPARC would also pay him some money for the shifting, given that Vashi naka is quite far from where he lives right now. However, he had to return empty handed, SPARC had no resources under that program, to pay for his shifting. Well, at least he got the house.

Later than afternoon, we went in-roads into Dharavi to see some more projects. I still could not understand why someone like Ramalingam, would leave his nice town or village to come to a city like Mumbai and live in the worst conditions possible. Was it extreme poverty or the lure of the big city? I heard that 60-70% of families living in Dharavi are people who migrated from Southern Tamil Nadu! Interestingly, Dharavi is also swarming with economic activity. A recent Time Magazine article estimates that the slum generates a GDP of $1 billion a year. And yet, people living in the worst possible conditions.

That afternoon reinforced my belief that creating rural livelihoods is an important step in preventing such large scale migration. Probably one day, Ramalingam’s children would want to come back to their little town.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Paneer Bhurji

It was the best Paneer Bhurji I have had until now. And the roti's were soft and fluffy. Sitting right by Chowpatty beach, once in a while the cool evening breeze would come through. With old Hindi songs playing in the background, it was a perfect Mumbai evening.

I was disspointed to see that there were no references to Crystal Hotel on the Internet. I would rate it as one of the best eateries for authentic Punjabi Food in Mumbai.

So, I created a entry in Wikipedia. Its a Stub (work-in-progress). So, if you are ever in Mumbai, go have dinner there and then help me update the entry.

Trust me, the best Panner Bhurji!

Dreamers wanted

There are a ton of them in Mumbai, and thousands in other cities too. These days I see ads everywhere I go - Vidyasagar classes, Khandelwal classes, Umesh classes, Sarvodaya classes! Usually, these are 10x4 sweatshops cramped with 40 odd kids, mugging up not just the answers, but even the questions. Creativity in any form is completely not permissible. Nobody has even heard of class participation. All that the kids are ever allowed to think about is entrance exams!

Well, there is one that stands out from this crowd. This one's got hoardings too. If you ever take the harbor Line, you can even see one at Mankhurd station - Akanksha Classes.

One lucky day, I had a chance to walk into the Akanksha classes at the Nehru Science Centre at Worli. The walls were completely filled with the dreams and aspirations of the kids. They were aspiring painters, social workers, teachers, writers, and most importantly, dreamers!

P.S. The best suggestion for 'Akanksha' when you run it through the blogger spell check is 'Awakens'.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

To my dear love

Thanks to dear friends Shiju, Marielle and some random guy on the Internet, I have turned poetic.

Your skin glows like the watermelon, blossoms pleasure as the chrysanthemum in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trumpet voice and leaps like a hippopotamus at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great penguin wing.
I am comforted by your underwear that I carry into the twilight of kebabbeams and hold next to my ass.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my fingers falls from my pajamas, it reminds me of your river.
In the quiet, I listen for the last burp of the day.
My heated tongue leaps to my bra. I wait in the moonlight for your secret table so that we may run as one, tongue to tongue, in search of the magnificent red and mystical Mumbai of love.