The last few days in India have been full of forts, smog free and dry as I am now at the edge of the desert. Colors in the marketplace have changed as have the traditional dress of the people. Turban styles are also different and yesterday I had a demo on how they are wrapped. Nine meters of cloth goes into one turban! As I contemplate my departure this morning, I have been thinking about how one creates change in the world. How does one voice raise above the others or even get the others to sing with it? Maybe another option is to join others and raise the level by one. The world is changing dramatically in available water, weather and burgeoning population demands. How will we manage? What is in store? I see the rubble of the past centuries around me and think of those that walked before us their shadows falling on the streets now in the forms of crumbling buildings and faded palaces, unknown to any but their own families. I return to the States with a firmer commitment to reduce my consumption of many things including food and water, become more mindful of burning fuel and determined to work to make a difference in the world.
The journey from Varanasi to Jaipur was interrupted by a late connection in Delhi so it was a scramble getting from the international terminal to the domestic terminal and then on to Jaipur but due to lots of late flights I made it and helped a fellow traveler in the process so all was good.
Once in Jaipur we went from palace to palace and then to a small occupation by a tribal family near the Amber Fort. The valley was beautiful and there was a small shrine on top of low hill we hiked up to and visited with the priest. He was pretty busy doing laundry and putting out items for Shiva so we didn't stay long. But you can drop him a line on Facebook.
Seeing such opulence was a jarring contrast to the poverty we saw in Bhopal and elsewhere in India. The lavish details in the palaces was jarring when you looked just outside the gates at the common people. Little care was taken, for the most part, of the general population during the millennia with the exception of a few forward thinkers who realized that keeping the average family happy would aid in stabilizing the governing. Sadly, that kind of thinking has been rare here or elsewhere in the world.
After a bumpy start on my own in Agra,
namely heavy fog obliterating my view of the Taj, I made it back to Delhi and on to Varanasi.
This is one of the rivers, the most venerated, that ones ashes can be put into. I would not suggest being cremated here though, it is a bit primitive. There are many funny things like the water buffalo who are driven to the river but not allowed into it (not sure why except they would probably swim to the other side and run away) but they hang out all day with the laundry people and bathers who come to cleanse their souls in the river. Other things that go into the river and the bodies that are not burned of children under three, pregnant mother and those with leperosy. They are tied with stones and the bodies are transported to the middle of the river where they are put in by the family. Fortunately there are fish to do the clean up. The sewage from the city also flows into the river, don’t know how much cleaning up they do beforehand, and all kinds of trash as well as manure from the cows that hasn't been made into fuel patties. Soooo, not the kind of place you might want to be taking a dip and a drink!
We are here at the Sambhvna Trust Clinic in Bhopal, India. I am not staying in the dorms, the students that I am working with are staying and working at the clinic for about 10 days.
The clinic was created in the late '90's after there were many raids and shut downs of other medical practices that the founder, Satinath Sarangi, was involved in helping the victims of the Union Carbide chemical spill (and gas cloud). Though the disaster occurred over thirty years ago, there is still little accountability for the event on the part of anyone involved and the reparations made were paltry. The plant hasn't even been cleaned up from all of the toxic pesticides that were left behind! Today I saw kids playing cricket next to the water that drains off the accident site and is toxic as all get out! There were animals grazing there and everyone still drinks the water even though it leads to horrible birth defects and health problems! Of course, the location is next to a slum so clean up is not exactly high on the governments list of priorities. So now that Union Carbide is part of Dow and looks like it will be swallowed up by an even bigger fish, Dupont, the cover up of the lack of responsibility continues and people just keep getting sicker. It is increasingly important to make sure that there are contingency plans, corporate and state responsibility and active involvement for these kinds of disasters, BP oil spill and the current SoCalGas methane leak. The saying around here is "No more Bhopal's" and it looks like we are not very adept at living up to that directive. We have to ask ourselves, at what point are corporate profits more important than the lives of citizens? Why is it okay to not accept culpability? How do we help make the world "user friendly" again?
Need some ironing done?
As I took my first walk in Dehli, it was by chance I came across this man ironing his client's clothing, on the street, in front of his car. It is probably a much cooler option considering the size of the iron, and from the looks of it, he had a lot of work to finish.