Friday, April 29, 2011

Hurricane Sangeeta



This is Sangeeta, the 3-year-old feisty/adorable Nepali girl whose family lives & works at our guesthouse. Last week she & I made friends, and this week she figured out what room I'm in. So now she comes banging on the door to play/go through my stuff any time between 8:30 AM and 10:30 PM. She is currently napping next to me on the bed, cuddling with my sunglasses and drooling on my pillow.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Week One in Ahmedabad

First week of ISP is over and the 2nd week is well underway. I got off to a bit of a rough spot with my ISP, considering my contact was out of the state until Thursday. And on Thursday when I called to set up our meeting, I found out she was actually a part of a different organization than I though - and that I had written my whole ISP proposal around. Needless to say I panicked a bit, but am now back on track and know what I'm going to do about it.

I'm here in Ahmedabad with one other guy from my program, and our guesthouse is crappy - in that our toilet and shower are Indian-style and the walls could really, really use a coat of paint - but endearing. It's located in a good spot, around lots of good, cheap restaurants and bazaars, so I'm happy with it. I'll just need to find somewhere else to go when it's time to crack down and write this 30 page paper.

We've done a good amount of general exploring around Ahmedabad, including a Heritage Walk around the Old City that went through a bunch of these little neighborhoods that all had bird feeders in them:


this lake/park that reminded me a bit of Balboa Park in San Diego:

Ok, you can't really see the park here, but an interactive Indian census display? Pretty great.

Gandhi's Ashram:


Stepwells:


and afterwards we met an Imam who collected foreign money and took us to the roof of his mosque:



This weekend we went further west, to Junagadh and Somnath. Junagadh is home to a 10,000-step hike to the top of a mountain that holds Hindu and Jain temples. Our train got in at 4:30 AM and we went straight to the base of the mountain to try and make it up before sunrise. False. I'm really bad at doing physical activity without proper rest/caloric intake, so we made it about 2,000 up before sunrise. Ultimately, we made it up 5,000 steps because by that time we had spent about 4 hours on the mountain, had reached one peak and seen some beautiful scenery:


And we were tired, thirsty, and hungry. Also, the hike has yet to make it in to the Lonely Planet, so we were the only foreigners there. This resulted in taking many photos with random Indian men, including a father and son who paid a professional photographer to take their picture with me. Best friends? I think yes. After going back down the 5,000 steps we had just climbed (so we actually DID hike 10,000 steps...) and eating a huge thali lunch and climbing too many more stairs to internet cafes that didn't actually exist, we made it here:


Which is just about the coolest thing I've seen since being in India. It's a mosque, in an incredibly understated area, and there was a group of little kids playing cricket right in front of it. Luckily, it was also right near the train station, since the next stop on our journey was another town, Veraval, about an hour and 40 minutes away by train. When we got to the ticket counter, our train was at the platform. When we finished buying our tickets, the train had started pulling away. So we ran. And jumped. And made it on just fine! And proceeded to take the most beautiful train ride EVER - it felt like we were going through a tropical paradise. Also, we were in general class so there was no glass on the windows, leaving the views unobstructed. And then, after arriving in Somnath, getting a hotel, showering, and napping, got ice cream and went to the beach. I was SO happy to see the ocean. It looked really similar to the South Bay, complete with jettys and power plants if you looked to your right (in this case, the west). But this picture is facing east:


So the next day we were beach bums all day. Somnath isn't western-touristy either, and Indians generally don't know how to swim (they mostly pull up their pants/saris and stick their toes in), so we were the only ones actually in bathing suits and going in the water. Needless to say, we attracted a lot of attention from the locals. When we first got there I spent about 10 minutes sitting in the sand, fully clothed, uncomfortable, and angry at the fact that I was a girl/that I felt so uncomfortable/at India in general. But then I got over it and jumped right in. And it was GREAT. I was so happy. I left the beach that evening very sunburned and, for the first time, really homesick. Which is really the wrong note to end this post on but so it goes.

Friday, April 8, 2011

The Vegetable Market

My host mother has been out of town since before I got back from Varanasi, so it's just me & my host sister in the house. It's given us a lot more opportunities to talk and to bond with one another...we've cooked dinners (& breakfasts...Dosa pancakes mmm) together, which I've really enjoyed.
Last night before temple (and after meeting/tickling the feet of an ADORABLE two-month-old baby named Neda that apparently lives behind me), my sister tells me that we don't have any food for dinner, so we'll stop by the market to get vegetables quickly. For some reason I believed that this would actually be a quick outing - have I learned nothing in the past two months? - and we set out (after a neighbor dropped in for a quick chat, and after I changed my pants from leggings to looser sawar pants, at the instruction of my sister, to deter potential harassment) to buy vegetables.
But wait! We were almost out of petrol. So after a brief detour to the petrol station in the opposite direction, we were actually off. I had no idea where we were going - I had kind of assumed that since we were in a time crunch we would just stop by a supermarket, but no. We went to a full-on fruit & vegetable market. Open air, tons of vendors, tons of people, lots of noise. It was GREAT. I loved seeing all the vendors with their fruits and vegetables laid out in front of them or on carts. We went through the whole market looking for the best quality of everything and filled our bags to their brims (Banana, Chikoo, Grapes, Cabbage, Okra, Capsicum, Eggplant, Papaya, Potato, and Tomato). It reminded me of the Moshi marketplace, but just for produce. I wish I had my camera...but it was probably for the better - having a bag to look after would've just made the whole process more difficult.
The best part? One of the vendors asked my sister if I was Indian.
The second best part? I could understand the gist of the conversations my sister and the vendors were having (and the same went for when the neighbor came over earlier). Even though understanding a language and speaking it are very different levels of comprehension and knowledge, I was really excited to realize that I actually have absorbed some Hindi in a meaningful way.
By the time we finished, it was about 8:50, and temple ends at 9. But we went to say hi to Sai Babba (and collect the box of treats they hand out at the end...reminds me of getting donuts after church) anyway.

It's weird that this is essentially my last week in Jaipur. On Sunday I'm night-training my way to Ahmadabad for my month-long ISP. Classes are over - we took our Hindi finals on Monday & Tuesday, and turned in our final ISP Proposals yesterday. The program threw us a going away party yesterday night too, this time on the deck of our program center. They put up all these colored lights, set off fireworks from the roof, and gave us McAloo Tikka burgers from McDonalds (again...surprisingly they tasted better this time though). I'm ready to go but I'm also nervous. Today in class we did some "stress releasing" activities where we said "HA" and threw our arms from side to side. It didn't really work, considering there were about 28 of us total in the classroom. Our academic director told us that she hopes we come back more empowered.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Varanasi Weavers

Last week, four of us interned with the Varanasi Weavers Foundation, an NGO founded in 2007 that works to support the weaving community around Varanasi. VWF works as a bridge between the weaving community and the world market - their initial start was an order from a Danish company, Bestseller, for scarves for all its employees as Christmas gifts. The NGO has two main leaders - Dipti, who is involved with the social justice and development side of the organization, and Uma, who runs a clothing company called Upasana that buys a lot of the weavers' products to produce garments for western consumers. VWF also facilitates orders between the weavers and other traders; they are not directly involved in the market. In five years, they will no longer need funding from Bestseller or other international donors to sustain themselves. In addition to facilitating the weavers' market, VWF also helps the weavers apply for Health Cards and Weavers Cards to ensure they can get the government benefits they are entitled to; the weavers make too much per day to qualify for a Below Poverty Line Card, but make too little to fully support their families. Right off the bat, we were told that weaving is a community-based, small-scale industry, and everything I saw throughout the course of the week only reinforced this idea.

Weaving came to Varanasi with the Moguls from Persia, so it was traditionally a Muslim craft. The Muslim weavers then taught the craft to the local, lower caste (class) Hindu community as a way for them to improve their livelihood; it's a deeply-rooted tradition in both communities. It's funny that we've talked so much about and had firsthand exposure to the Hindu-Muslim tensions that exist in contemporary India, and yet the trajectory of weaving through Varanasi is a perfect and quite literally beautiful example of religious pluralism. Weaving is done only by males, so it's usually the sole income for a family.

The silk market went down in 2000 primarily because of an influx of cheap Chinese silk and synthetic goods flooding the market and loss of the traditional socio-cultural status that was once associated with wearing a Varanasi silk sari (especially at your wedding). The silk market is incredibly unstable too, so the weavers could never count on a steady price for silk (the instability comes partially from the fact that in order to make zari, a particular type of silk yarn that's used in Varanasi silk weaving, you need gold, so the silk market is linked to the gold market). Weavers began to commit suicide or change professions in 2003. Today, the weaving community consists of about 50,000 weavers, down from 500,000. Dipti estimates that in about 20 years weaving could be completely extinct because in addition to the weavers changing professions, India's child labor laws prevent children from learning the craft. Weaving requires incredibly deft fingers, as well as intense concentration. We were told that children had to start learning the craft between the ages of 7 and 15, otherwise they will be too old to train themselves to have the mental and physical capacity required to weave.

On our second day with VWF, we went to the Muslim area of Varanasi and walked through a whole bunch of alleways to see the entire process: a (Hindu) raw silk salesman, who buys silk from Bangalore and Calcutta; the silk dyers who work on a completely open street corner; and a man who has looms on the whole first floor of his home, where his family can all weave. All the businesses we saw were family-owned and had roots going back for many generations. It was amazing to see (almost) the whole supply chain contained within one square mile of each other. I think that for all of us this day really made us begin to realize how much the craft is intertwined with Varanasi's history and culture; it's one thing to be told the story in a history lesson/NGO briefing, but actually meeting the men involved in the process - men whose fathers, and grandfathers, and great-grandfathers did the same job they do. Men who are the present manifestations of a much larger cultural, historical trajectory.



The next day we went to two villages outside of Varanasi to visit weavers in their homes. This was an equally amazing experience, as we got to see how important weaving is to the families. Weavers often live in one-room, dirt-floored homes. Half of the home is taken up by the hand loom, and the other is the living space for their families. Weavers usually have 5-12 kids though, so it's very cramped quarters. Though it's preferable to weave at night, without all the distractions of family life, the villages will only get electricity for 12 hours a day - one week, during the day, the next at night. We got to watch weavers weaving in their homes - as the craft has traditionally been done. Watching and hearing them weave was such a soothing experience - in the second home we visited all of us just sat in silence for about 5 minutes listening to the sound of a weaver weaving on his loom. At the end of the day there was a freak rain/wind storm, so we all ran in to one of the weavers' homes to wait for the storm to break. Consequently, the India-Pakistan Cricket World Cup game was was just starting, so we got to watch it on the weaver's tiny, grainy TV. It was pretty incredible to think that the same scene was being played out in villages all across India. Minus the four white girls.



On Thursday we saw a completely different mode of production. After sitting in over an hour's worth of traffic (on the shortcut we had taken because there was a "jam" on our original route), we crossed the Ganga and met with a business man who was from a weaving family, left Varanasi to get a law education, and returned to the community to help support the weavers. One of the main things he does aside from acting as a trader for their goods is providing them with a space to weave. He as a room on his property with about 7 looms in it, and weavers can come to weave on them without paying a rental fee and earn a fair wage for their labor. This is great for weavers who have had to sell off their looms, but want to keep working in the craft. I saw it as a bridge between what weaving is now and what weaving used to be since it provides the weavers with a support system for their work and is reintroducing them to the market. I think one of my favorite parts of this site visit was that the businessman who facilitated the whole workshop returned to his community and is using his education to work for their benefit. It really drove home the community-based, small-scale industry point that Dipti made to us on our first day, and also showed that getting a higher education is not synonymous with leaving your family, village, and traditions - a problem we had seen in many villages we had visited in the past.

That afternoon, after going back across the Ganga - this time on a terrifyingly rickety "floating bridge" (we were later told by our Hindi teacher that her husband was once driving across it in a rickshaw in a rainstorm and the bridge split in two) - we were given a task: after being exposed to all the different aspects of the organization that week, we were asked what we thought VWF could do to improve their business and development models. At first, this seemed like an incredibly daunting task - who were we, four college undergrads with no training in business and the teeniest training in development, to determine what this organization should do? But we got over our identity crisis and had a really great time brainstorming ideas for VWF. Surprisingly, business was a lot easier than development, even though this program has exposed us so much more to the development side of things. Our main idea was that for the weavers, development and business are linked - they need the market to keep their livelyhood. So we wanted to capitalize on the high quality, incredibly local nature of the craft through big tags that tell the story of VWF and a personal story of the weavers, create an online presence for VWF to sell products directly to the western consumer market, and a store in Varanasi for VWF to sell products and offer a tour through the weaving community.

Dipti is starting a new organization though - rangSutra, a fair trade craft company that is providing women in the villages surrounding Varanasi employment (and empowerment) through stitching, embroidery, and patchwork. And, she's giving me an internship for the summer! I'm so excited to work with a company that's just getting started and getting hands-on experience in the field. Also Varanasi is definitely my favorite city that we've visited so far, so I'm really excited to spend the summer there. It feels like a very beautiful, livable city with just enough westerners/western cafes to keep me sane. But also a delicious South Indian restaurant that I plan on frequenting. We went for dinner on Monday night and were the only white people there - definitely a good sign. On Sunday morning we took a sunrise boat ride on the Ganges:



Then hopped on a night train back to Jaipur. India won the Cricket World Cup en route, and sadly there were no celebrations on the tracks.