Sunday, November 04, 2007

An article from TOI :

REAL INDIA

Two chappatis per day

Freny Manecksha meets one of India’s poorest tribes whose children make themselves ill by eating raw bhindi to keep their hunger at bay


Starvation deaths are headline grabbers. But when an entire community lives on the brink of starvation through the year it rarely merits a mention. One such group, the Musahars in Uttar Pradesh light their chula once a day, in the evening, and live on one meal.
Last month, when I visited a Musahar tola (settlement) of some 25 families in Barrachawar Block of Ghazipur in eastern UP, the families were waiting for the males—the only earning members—to return with the daily wages. Rajmunna, one of the women explained, “We have no land. My family of eight is entirely dependent on daily wages of around Rs 10 to Rs 25. We eat two chappatis per head. A quarter kilo of dal must suffice for us all. Occasionally we get some vegetables like green peas that we make into a gravy.”
Rajmunna describes her chronic hunger as a “burning pit in the abdomen”. She is unable to walk any distance without getting breathless. Rinku, a teenager, is noticeably ill and has been diagnosed with TB of the bones. She has not received any treatment. The Musahars claim that a health worker makes the rounds but demands Rs 10 per injection.
Things get grimmer in August and September when there is low demand for agricultural labour. The chula is then lit once in two days. Basi (leftover) rotis are given to the children the next morning. “We have to give the children something to eat because if the hunger pangs get too much for them they run into the fields and gobble raw bhindi, which makes them ill,” says an elder, Ram Prasad Vanbasi. A 2003 study by a student of the Indian Institute of Rural Management found that 90 per cent of the Musahar children below six suffer from malnutrition. Tuberculosis and rheumatic fever are common.
There is no electricity in the tola. It gets waterlogged every monsoon forcing the families to shelter in the Block Development Office premises. Shifting their possessions is easy—all they own are string charpoys, kitchen utensils and a few tattered garments.
One of India’s most marginalised communities, the Musahars live largely on the banks of the Gandak and its tributaries in eastern UP and Bihar. They are believed to be tribals evicted when the
British cleared forest lands. Small plots given in compensation were usurped by powerful landlords. A project conducted under the Poorest Area Civil Society programme (a development programme for India's 100 poorest districts) found that 60 per cent of Musahars were landless. Others own waterlogged, infertile plots.
The origin of the community’s name is interesting. Some Musahars claim it is because they ate rats. But Ram Prasad Vanbasi said the name was given because of the tribe’s practice of ferreting out grain from rats’ burrows. They are often stigmatised because of this association with rats. Without tribal status, they have no rights to access forest produce. They are bhumeens (landless). Mechanisation of agriculture has meant fewer jobs.
On the day I visited Barrachawar the men had gone to trawl the ponds of a nearby village for a fruit called Ramdana, which they sell for Rs 40 per kilo. This kind of work is very labour-intensive. The Musahars social and political isolation was heightened when the British tagged them as a criminal community. In independent India they have remained vul
nerable targets with the police forcing them to do begaar or forced labour.
Kapil Deo Kesri, a Dalit activist, of the Purvanchal Rural Development & Training Institute recalls how in 1996 several members of the community had been rounded up by the police on trumped-up charges and he had to intervene to get them released.Consequently, Musahars have a great fear of authority. This is why they find it difficult to get Below Poverty Line cards. Forced to away from uppercaste villages, Musahar children who attend school are made to sit separately.
Many do not even have the necessary papers to vote. An important landmark took place in May this year when, before the UP elections, two voluntary bodies—the Musahar Vikas Pahal and Musahar Manch—organised a dialogue between the voiceless community and different parties. All the candidates acknowledged the necessity of speedy land reforms to enable Musahars to earn a decent livelihood. But it will take much more that to help these ‘dalits of the dalits’ in a state ruled by a dalit chief minister.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

There are couple of things I have been wanting to write about however time has been a rare commodity these past few weeks. This incident happened quite a few weeks back. I was at ProClub trying to shed some extra pounds. After about a hour's worth of workout, I was headed home dizzy with feeling of achievement. Just then this young lad, must be around 14 no older then 16, brushed past me, fumbled around a bit and stepped on a treadmill. I did not notice it then and carried on with what I was doing. Later as I was headed out, I see this same teenager headed towards the locker room, walking slowly yet surely and with a white cane in his scrawny hand.
It felt as if I had hit a wall. I follow him to the locker room and see him fiddling with the locks trying to figure out which lock might hold his key. None of them do but he keeps trying unfazed, without a hint of annoyance on his visage.
Young kid about 5 to 6 years old was watching him and innocently asked him, "Do you remember your locker number?"
"Not really" smiled the brave athlete.
"Here, let me look at your key, it should have the number" said the kid as he took the key and pointed it in the right lock.
"Thanks" said the teenager; gathered his stuff and headed towards the showers........still smiling.

-M

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

It's such a beautiful night ! It had been raining for most part of the day today and being from Mumbai I absolutely love rains. Before any soul complains, there is a disclaimer on being from Mumbai clause. Being in Mumbai for first 21 years of life, I was a carefree soul, not exactly a "living by the second hand of the clock" typical mumbaite and thus never faced the brunt of violent thunderstorms...as far as I can remember. The point of this babble being, I love rains.

Thunderstorms outside..Tom Petty crooning "free fallin"...and I should get back to work...could life be any better. Sigh !!

-M