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“suffer the little children”

charukesi April 16th, 2007

I have been reading Where soldiers fear to tread for over a month now. It is not the sort of book you can pick up and breeze through. Anything but breeze through. follow the link and see the picture of the boy with the gun - and this is just one of the disturbing images about the realities of relief work in affected areas that John Burnett presents.

From the chapter, Suffer the little children - there are three hundred thousand children under the age of eighteen fighting in thirty armed conflicts around the world. In Afghanistan, as well as Somalia, thirty to fortyfive percent of the soldiers are children. In Ethiopia, Uganda and El Salvador, almost a third of the child soldiers are reported to be girls. Considered a renewable resource, children have become classic cannon fodder. Emphasis mine - renewable resource - there are more where these came from. Read on only if you have the stomach for it.

Children from four to fourteen are the best soldiers. They are easily trained, they don’t ask a lot of questions, they are less demanding, their notions of right and wrong are easily manipulated, they obey their elders, who themselves may be veterans of only fourteen or fiteen years old, they don’t know the effect of killing, they are inexpensive to maintain because they eat less, and they can easily be turned into killling machines through drugs, alcohol and sheer fear. In Burma they are told that if they cry during a battle, they will be shot. All the things that make children what they are - innocent and curious, obedient and rebellious at the same time - manipulated for purposes of war.

And so it goes on… In Guatemala, children have been sent into mine-fields ahead of advancing troops. Some children, according to Human Rights Watch, have been used for suicide missions. During the civil war in Congo, children not quite into their teens were forced into acts of cannibalism.

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Related reading : A gun as tall as me

Working women

charukesi April 10th, 2007

In Ranthambhore, water is everything. Animals big and small, predator and prey gather around the tiny water bodies that dot the forest. It is common to see peacocks and chinkara standing around the lake, their heads inside the water, as if friends gathered together for a drink after a long hard day at work. It is equally common to see the smarter, more discerning langurs drink straight from the tap just outside the forest gates.

And the best sight is that of people, usually men sitting with pots of water (cool and refreshing as only matke ka pani can be) everywhere, handing out glasses o the thirsty. This woman sits just otuside the main gate of the reserve, just off the dusty main road. She has pots of water filled and ready, and fetches them from near her home which is close to the main gate,, when the pots go empty. People give me whatever they wish… She also adds, often they don’t give anything. I just do it…

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This woman works at the Dastkari Kendra in Ranthambhore. Dastkar is an NGO working with women’s co-operatives, in this case the kendra was set up as a rehablitation measure to provide income support for those families displaced when the villages they were living in came under the protected national park area. Supported partly by the Ranthambhore Foundation, this Dastkari Kendra in Ranthambhore believes that income from this source means eventually less pressure on the forest land itself. These women are skilled with their hands, and the results are evident in the quality of things they produce. Niti Bahn has a more detailed post and more photographs from Dastkari Kendra Ranthambhore.

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Working women happy and proud to be doing what they are…

And then this family of local folk artists who perform every night at the hotel we were staying in. Father, mother and daughter and one more male, perhaps the son? or a nephew? on the dholak. The woman’s face is almost always covered with the edge of her pallu except when she sings. And after the first song, the little girl gets up to dance. She dances with complete lack of interest, dead-pan expression on the face, sometimes urging others to join her in the dance. I have seen these performances elsewhere in Rajasthan - and in each place, I have been struck by how listless and even lifeless, the little girl’s dance is. Hand and feet motions that have to be gone through, quick smiles flashed at the right times, a namaste here and all the time, the eyes tired and far far away…

These women earning a living too…

a quick peek

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Related link : 50 million missing on flickr

Also read : On Itchy Feet, notes from a recent quick trip to Ranthambhore - the park and the fort

street kids, street acrobats

charukesi February 15th, 2007

Now that the Kala Ghoda arts festival is over, I can finally take a break from all that hectic blogging at the KGAF blog and give my own blog the attention it demands and rarely gets. (If you have been regularly reading the Kala Ghoda Gazette or drop by there now, you will probably figure out - as an exceptionally intelligent and discerning reader of this blog - that I have contributed a staggering total of five - or was it, four? posts to the KGAF blog - and I know I snuck in a couple of totally pointless unrelated-to-any-event posts there too - but believe me, even that was hectic). Anyway.

More than the events, ranging from the brilliant to the terribly ordinary, what I enjoy about the kgaf is the way the area gets transformed. Everything comes out into the street - and I mean that in the best possible manner - visual displays, stalls, food, performers - check out Harini’s great post - Visual Arts at the KGF - on the kgaf blog with lovely photos. I love walking up and down the area aimlessly, camera in hand, blank look on face (mirroring usual state of mind, I confess). I enjoy watching the kids enjoy themselves, unmindful and slightly disdainful of the boring adult world around them…

a candle.. and some hope...

when will the darned dance begin?

Speaking of kids… I came across the puppet show organized by childline - one puppet explaining to the other about childline’s work, singing dus nau aath dial karo - dial 1098 for help and so on…

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Watching the puppet show open-eyed, squatting on the ground, street kid barely 4-5 years old, holding on her lap a bawling baby half her age and more than half her size…

And barely three hundred meters away, this…

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and this…

great weight on her shoulders...

Football fever in Goa…

charukesi September 5th, 2006

There is cricket in Goa. Match on a hot Sunday morning, complete with a small stadium, spectators and commentators…

And then there the more serious business of football. On the roads, in the playgrounds, in schools. Even in hoardings. Everywhere…

You are in Goa and you are not cheering for football??

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Hot? Who says it is hot? 11 am on a Saturday morning, these kids were plaing football and screaming their lungs out. Notice that some of them are actually playing barefoot. Ouch! Just watching them made me tired….

Football fever unabated...

Can you spot the football in the air?

Abrupt cessation of sport when one of the kid spots me. Time out under the tree to discuss the stranger with the camera. Play not to resume till she moves away.

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Oh, by the way…

charukesi September 4th, 2006

So long as we are telling you what not to do, we thought we may as well tell you this too - do not abuse children

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I mean… what?

Spotted across Goa beaches and snapped at Palolem finally…

Snapped in more than one way. Picture this - group of drunk bare-chested, beer-bellied, white under-weared (yuck, don’t even let me get started on this one) Indian men playing leer-leer on the beach. Young white mom in swimsuit and very pretty little girl (not older than six) in pink swimwear playing on the sand, building castles, complete with pink pail and shovel. Men watch for over ten minutes, as they frolick like fat dolphins who have lost their way and landed on the shore, and found paradise there.

Little girl cannot bear the midday heat and takes off top while mom just just gone to fetch a bottle of water. And suddenly one of the men rush towards the girl with camera in hand. I start to scream, hey you cant do that - while mom returns and with a firm shake of her head, refuses to allow the budding photographer to click a picture of the kid.

And before you jump up and tell me how much I am over-reacting, please read this. And this. And many many other such discussions that I keep coming across. And also open your eyes and see the world around you carefully. It must be scary being a parent in today’s world…

The exam ’system’

charukesi May 6th, 2006

Earlier this week, our maid at home wanted to leave early. She was to go to her children’s school to pick up their mark sheets. The teacher had said that mark sheets would not be given out until the parents came with their kids to collect them.

Bahut saara baccha loge ghar se bhaag jaata hai ya aatma hatya kar leta hai na. Is liye, she threw in casually. So many kids run away or commit suicide the school had decided on this. I gaped at her and tried to ignore the strange word system that kept popping into my head.

Baccha loge paas ho gaya madam. Aise hi faaltu me gaya mein, she grumbled the next day. Her kids had passed. What a waste of time was loud and clear in her eyes…

Talk of pressure.

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Update : Today’s (May 08) Bombay Times has a story on wunderkind (poor little four-year old) Budia Singh of the 65 km run fame. Mamma, please let me be!

And an interesting SMS survey (the 8888 types where ten ardent readers respond and we are given percentage figures of responses) - Who puts maximum pressure on kids? A) Parents B) Schools C) Peers D) Exposure

Duh? Exposure is a Who now? And aren’t all these inter-related anyways?

Educate the girls…

charukesi April 10th, 2006

I was recently going through a UNICEF report ‘The state of the world’s children‘ published in 2004 - the report focusses on the millenium develpoment goals, primarily universalisation of education and gender equality - to be achieved by 2015.

From the foreword by Kofi Annan,

Every boy and girl around the world has a right to expect that we will do all we can to ensure that they will enjoy their right to an education. But in most countries, girls are the most disadvantaged when it comes to school. As this year’s State of the World’s Children reports, millions of young girls never attend school at all, millions more never complete their education, and countless numbers never receive the quality education that is their right. These millions of girls slip easily to the margins of our societies – less healthy than they could be, less skilled, with fewer choices in their lives and less hope for the future. As they grow into women, they are ill-prepared to participate fully in the political, social and economic development of their communities. They – and their children in turn – are at higher risk of poverty, HIV/AIDS, sexual exploitation, violence and abuse.

Conversely, to educate a girl is to educate a whole family. And what is true of families is also true of communities and, ultimately, whole countries. Study after study has taught us that there is no tool for development more effective than the education of girls. No other policy is as likely to raise economic productivity, lower infant and maternal mortality, improve nutrition and promote health – including helping to prevent the spread of HIV/AIDS. No other policy is as powerful in increasing the chances of education for the next generation.

I found a summary of the most recent report on the internet - The 2006 report is about children excluded and invisible - not just denied access to education and other rights that the UN considers basic but additionally coping with armed conflict, HIV, exclusion and discrimination… I have not yet read this latest report but a quick glance showed no indication of the progress made towards the set goals, but sadly additional goals to be met…

Here is an ad I came across while searching for some information on gender and education: More education for girls in Islamic countries!

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[Image courtesy : adsoftheworld]

Here is the video of the ad - I personally prefer the print version - it is simple and powerful…

Multitasking mobile worshipping generation?

charukesi March 22nd, 2006

This week’s cover story on Time certainly seems to say so. [Link through ‘Putting people first’ - the multitasking generation]

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The story focusses on the ability of today’s kids to multitask with respect to technology, and what’s all that digital juggling doing to their brains, family life…

So, are kids too wired for their own good?

And if you think they are not, this should stop you in your tracks - Mobile phones, an effective competitor to cigarettes

I have blogged about this in detail on mindspace. Read Are kids too wired?

Dance baby, dance

charukesi February 24th, 2006

Iam going through a blogger’s block and have not been posting regularly. Sometimes I stare at the screen and wonder whether there is anything at all to write about. This too shall pass. I hope. And then there are these incidents which make me want to write again…

A couple of days ago I attended the happy burdday party of a neighbour’s two year old. That’s right, two years. What all I do for maintaining good neighbourly relations… The party invitation said 7.30 p.m. and I was there at that time. Except there was noone else. Yeah, the burdday kid and her parents and grandparents were, but they live here, so what the hell. Kids started streaming in slowly and soon there was a loud rocking party.

Imagine this, ten kids ranging from 2 to 9, all dancing to aashiq banaya aapna. And singing along without missing a beat. Or a word. Said the three year old to the world at large - you have made me a lover. yeah whatever. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better - or is it worse - it was Woh Sharabi kya sharabi jo nashe me na raha. (what kind of a drinker is he who is not always intoxicated. yeah right)

And proud parents who had walked in by then (fashionably late for a frigging burdday party within a residental building in Vashi, not some page 3 do) smiling and encouraging their children. Move it faster baby, let’s see some more of the thrusting movement. Not exactly but somewhat. But definitely, oh my daughter, she is always dancing in front of the tv, she wants to copy each and evvvvery step and dance just like the heroine. (Or the item girl maybe?)

And the burdday parents lithping thweetly to the cranky two year old (can’t say I blame her) danth kalo betha.

Yeah start dancing, kid, it is never too early to dance to sharabi songs. So what if we have closed down dance bars. We still have happy burdday parties where kids as young as two are actively encouraged to dance with lewd movements to songs with lewder lyrics. And when you grow up to prepubescence and reach an awkward 14 or thereabouts, we can send you to dance-dance competitions on tv where you can dance-dance in skimpy clothes in front of an extremely interested audience.

Point of rant : do not attend burdday parties of two year olds, even if for the sake of god neighbourly relations. And if you must, then go join them on the dance floor, sitting back and watching can be traumatic…

Kids, crayons and Kala Ghoda

charukesi February 6th, 2006

Some images from the Kala Ghoda festival…

A hundred kids + two bright red tents + many boxes of waterpaints and crayons. Akanksha volunteers. A camera. A set of anxious and guiltily relieved parents. Two hours of rollicking fun.

Theme for the day: dream city…

Venue : the big red tent…

The children’s section is entirely being managed by Akanksha this year; the older Akanksha kids teaching and working with the other kids who come everyday to Kala Ghoda… In turn, the kids at the workshops having a blast, creative juices and water paints flowing freely and mingling with the red carpet inside the tents..

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Outside the big red tents…

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From the first day’s workshop where the kids were asked to dream about themselves, their lives and future. This is Akaknksha’s fifteenth year and their theme for the year is dream

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Here is a kid whom I met on both days; the first evening she stood by the stage all through the dance performance of Nritarutya and the next day, found a red chair for herself right in the front and settled down comfortably to watch the show, keeping time on the red ball in her hand and smiling happily throughout.

That's me!

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Cross-posted on the Kala Ghoda Gazette in a slightly different version here and here. Check out more pictures and impressions from the Kala Ghoda festival there. I have also covered a couple of contemporary dance performances that were part of the weekend menu…

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