Sunday, 5 June 2016

Who to decide how many children a woman should have?

I look after publications at Apne Aap Women Worldwide (www.apneaap.org); but because I like to engage with people, every once in a while I go to our field at Najafgarh - where we work with a few freed/denotified tribe (DNT) communities who earn their livelihood as snake charmers, drum beaters, rag pickers, and a few who are trapped in inter-generational prostitution - as well as to the primary government school our organisation  has adopted in the area and conduct open mike sessions. That is interactions in a group where everybody is encouraged to speak on a topic, trying to draw out their opinions and ideas basically. So the topic could be anything that might be relevant to them. Like 'child marriage' (because this is the practice in these communities), the 'benefits of caste certificates' (because they are amongst the most marginalized and poor communities in the country who often fall under the Scheduled Caste or Scheduled Tribe category, but are not aware of it, do not have caste certificates and even if they did they wouldn't know what to do with these certificates).

At the open mike session in the community at Najafgarh recently
                               
Now the last time I visited the community, I thought let the open mike today be on the right of a woman to decide how many children she wants. And I had put quite a lot of thought behind this. In these communities, you will notice very young girls as mothers. It is very difficult to say if the girl is over 18 years of age because many do not know how old they are and they do not have birth certificates to prove their age. So there would always be this young girl, still looking like an adolescent, with a baby clinging to her breast, and one or two more hanging by her kurta. They know that I have a four year old daughter, many of them have met her. And they now tell me that it's time I plan my second baby. There's nothing wrong in that. Many people, especially women, have told me on buses, trains and aeroplanes that I should now plan a second baby before it was too late and I regretted for life. And it often came from complete strangers too. Nobody understood or accepted when I said I don't want a second baby. They would all look at me as if I am morally wrong in that and get into a long lecture on what injustice it would be to my daughter who would grow up without a sibling. When I tell them that I am teaching my daughter to form lasting bonds with people in her life, and also teaching her to choose and keep the relationships she wants to keep, I get blank stares. That's not how you talk to a four year old, they tell me.

Anyway, so the last time I visited the community, and I saw this frail young girl who has become a mother for the third time, my heart just bled. Motherhood, from experience, is a lot of hard work as much as enjoyment. But the enjoyment associated with it will go down if the experience becomes frustrating for the mother. So here you are, not able to provide food for your family, but you go on and give birth to a third child when there are already so many mouths to feed in that joint family! So as we all sat down together, I declared that I am very proud of my daughter who loves me a lot and has brought me such joy, but that I choose to not go for any more children. All of them gave me that look. That I was wrong. Next I said, with the resources that I have - money, time, energy - I can give only one child the kind of life I want to gift her. If any more child comes in at this stage, it will disturb the balance. It was then that I saw how the look in their eyes shifted. Like they understood. And then of course I told them that no one can dictate how many children a woman can have. It is her right and her decision entirely. My right, your right.

I am glad Kari Egge, a leader with the United Nations for over twenty years, and currently the founder of Half the World (that trains women to assume leadership roles at all levels), was with us during this visit. She told them that she was in her sixties, traveled the world, no one told her what to do with her life, when to do what, and that she has a 19 year old bright daughter who goes to college. A young woman with a 19 year old daughter looked at her with eyes wide open. And then the women spoke. They spoke about the dreams they have for their daughters and sons. And the daughters spoke of their own dreams. They want to become teachers, dancers, social workers. And the mothers expressed that their daughters shouldn't become mothers at an early age. But they also expressed the fear that it might be tough to fight the society when it comes to taking such decisions.

When Kari, in her sixties, told the women that she has just one child - a 19 year old daughter, the look in their eyes changed. 
                         
We can only hope that the conversations they have with us will one day teach them the strength to fight such customs and ideas. Like how conversations have taught me and Kari and so many other women who choose to live life on our own terms. Here I remember what Rachel Moran, prostitution survivor who played an important role in getting fair anti sex trafficking laws passed in her country Ireland (which decriminalizes the prostituted woman but criminalizes the pimp and customers), once told me. When as a teenager she found herself prostituted, for years after that she didn't know how to get out of it although she wanted to, because she wasn't having the kind of conversations that would tell her which was the way out. Likewise, at Najafgarh, we hope, that with the conversations the women are having with us, there will come a time when they will not only see the way out, but also learn to be strong to pursue empowered lives.

Friday, 3 June 2016

On the Road. Colombo.

Almost a month later, comes this second part of my blog post on Colombo. These pictures were taken at random, mostly on the road. And as I mentioned in my earlier post, I was charmed by Colombo, by how clean its roads are, by simply how beautiful the city is.

This is at Galle Face. By the Indian Ocean.

Enjoying her evening with  her grandchildren.

Sri Lankan autorickshaws. Very colourful.

The city is dotted with such vans selling food and vegetables and what not.


There are pretty colonial buildings as such all over.

Monk and Rooster. At Gangaramaya Temple.

See how happy somebody is to see me!!!! :D

And this is for real. At Gangaramaya Temple.

Buddha and the Bodhi Tree. Gangaramaya Temple.

Shaikh Usman Waliyullah Shrine and Masjid

This is just a park by the road. It's like the road extends into the park... and vice versa.

A winged friend by the road

On the road

Somewhere close to Galle Face.

The city from my window at Lakeside Cinnamon.

A relaxed afternoon. At Lakeside Cinnamon. 

Thursday, 5 May 2016

A date with pristine Colombo

Here I am in Colombo, discovering the area on foot and tuk-tuk. The absence of high rises in the city, the clear blue sky and fresh air is mesmerizing! And yes, I shouldn't forget to mention, the low density of population and vehicles (for someone coming from Delhi and Guwahati and Saharanpur, this itself is a breath of fresh air). And the city is clean. The houses, streets and buildings are so clean.

So here's a photo essay of my morning today (and as usual, my photographs have not been photoshopped. It's in natural light.). As I walked about, the green landscape kept me company. So did various species of birds who walked or flew alongside, not afraid of the human presence.

This is the BnB where I am staying. It is run by Jay Abeynayake and his wife Ridma. A lovely couple, most friendly and helpful. I found them on airbnb. Anyone planning a trip to Colombo, and looking to stay in the outskirts can get in touch with them. 
They are at 0773429466.

The kitchen area

And that's me getting ready to explore the neighborhood in the morning.

Right outside Jay and Ridma's beautiful BnB.

I walked down to the Pillawa Temple, about 20 mins on foot from where I am staying. This is the road to the temple and it is lined by shops selling flowers to be offered at the temple.

Friendly flower vendors. 

Another one...

This little bridge leads straight to the temple

Pillawa Temple is  mainly this statue of Lord Buddha and the Bodhi tree behind the statue. 

This is the Bodhi Tree. What I have liked about the Sri Lankans is that they pay so much respect to trees and nature. No wonder the city is such a green belt.

See who gave me company on the road...

Another winged friend...

Two's company <3

The Colombo sky

More winged friends on the road



As I walked further down from Pillawa Temple, I came up to this little road where the wall by its side has interesting graffiti.

Soon I reached the Bellanwila Temple. This too is a Buddhist temple like Pillawa.

Devotees

Inside the temple

Beautiful frescoes on the walls and ceilings of the temple


And giant statues of the Buddha in different positions

This is the sleeping Buddha with devotees around him...

Some devotees even mounted on the walls...


so peaceful....

Inside the Bellanwila Temple premises 

"This temple is considered so sacred that there is a long cherished belief that a child who treads the ground under the shade of its scared Bodhi-tree will never fail in life.
Situated in the outskirts of the city of Colombo, in the village of Bellanwila, just three kilometers from the city limits, Bellanwila temple has a long and hallowed history. The great sanctity attached to the temple is due to its sacred Bodhi-tree. There is authorative literary evidence in ancient texts such as the Sinhala Bodhivamsaya which records that this Bodhi-tree is one of the thirty two saplings that sprang from the sacred Bodhi-tree at Anuradhapura planted in the 3rd century B.C.E. The recorded tradition is as follows: There were five twigs in the Bodhi-sapling that was brought from India to Sri Lanka and planted in the Mahameghavana at Anuradhapura. When the sapling had grown into a tree, eight new saplings sprang from its eastern side. These are called the astaphalaruka-Bodhi-trees and they were planted at eight different spots on the Island. From the other four original branches sprang thirty-two additional saplings which were also distributed throughout the Island. One such plant is the sacred Bodhi-tree at Bellanwila." 
Source: Bellanwila Rajamaha Vihara (http://www.bellanwila.org/en/index.php/bellanwila/home)

From Bellanwila, I took a tuk-tuk to the Hotel Mount Lavinia. Here's a photo of me on the rear-view mirror :) and of the tuk-tuk. 

And this is at the Hotel Mount Lavinia, a colonial heritage hotel.

Legend has it that it used to be a British Governor's house. And this Governor had fallen in love with a local woman who was training to be an entertainer. Such was his ardent love and passion for her that he got a secret passage built in the building (which is still there in the hotel) to sneak her in every night. And the way this love story is still connected to the hotel building is so haunting!  


This is at the private beach of Mount Lavinia Hotel. 

Only a few days ago was I telling Nadeem that I wanted to go to a beach. And Colombo happened! Touchwood :)

At the Mount Lavinia Hotel seafood restaurant, built like a shack overlooking the Indian ocean and the beach. I sat there listening to the sea, sipping local Sri Lankan beer (Lion Lager). 


Pretty girls attending a wedding at Mount Lavinia Hotel

Welcoming guests the traditional way at Mount Lavinia Hotel!

The quaint railway station right by the hotel, since the days of the British.

And look at that palm!

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