Orange is the New Blue: The Color of Dignity

The non secondary school educated Indian migrant male construction worker/female household maid has built cities across the Gulf and South East Asia over the last 50 years. He/She leaves his family, dignity and home to fend for a better future. States such as Punjab, Kerala, Tamil Nadu and Andhra Pradesh have reaped the benefits of these workers, whose billions of dollars, dirhams and ringgit have lifted families out of poverty. When the home nation has failed to provide these young men and women employment, their families have sold off the last of the family silver to pay off the employment agent often a relative or a friend to arrange for work overseas. This is a cocktail of despair and indebtedness, and often limbs and lives are lost. Dignity and Respect are unknown concepts.

In this environment of loss and hopelessness, the Indian Government, whose Foreign Minister is the so called patron saint of South Asians abroad, moves to strip the migrant off his dignity by issuing him a horrible orange coloured passport, easily earmarking him or herself for sneering, denigrating looks from airline staff, passport control officials and his fellow countrymen from the so called elite class. Embassy personnel does not respect migrants too much as well. The movie Airlift rarely happens in real life.

The Orange Color as the differential is symbolic violence as it labels the migrant as the other/inferior. It creates a tiered citizenship among Indians overseas. It is very troubling for a person who has lived 2/3rd of ones life as a migrant in Oman and Singapore and had been a researcher on migration as well.

This measure is really short sighted. I would appeal to the government to roll back this misstep. If not anything remember the remittances, the ATM which balances the forex equation for the Finance Minister, with the Indian Budget around the corner.

On Reading: A Snippet

Prof Philip Holden, renowned Literary Scholar on Reading

“We need to create communities of reading. Be less concerned about coverage, and focus on building and finding groups who can read together, and deeply… Make time to read. And if you find it difficult to spend time to read, go to the theatre. Make time for downtime, make time for exploring the space that reading gives.”

Environmental Engineering as a Career

I am humbled to be contributing to EdEx, The New Indian Express’s Future Career 2030 Guide on Environmental Engineering as a career. The book will be launched by the Vice President of India on the 17th of January, 2017. Environmental Engineering is critical skill set to get smart cities and communities, in the future, well future ready. Thank you very much Seema for reaching out.

#environmentalengineering

Food as History

Education is so linear as we learn to learn. The entire future of work argument hinges on put thinking the AI breathing robot. Creativity is reduced to neoliberal innovation to create disruptive value often expressed in the face value of the share price. The language of Dalal Street is really of its namesake of the Dalal, or the broker in Hindi. It surely has a perjorative ring to it. Education is not only of the post 1835 Macaulay kind, after the abolition of Persian as the language of the bureaucracy.

Traditional food and culture is as disconnected to Education as Sattoo (Bihari classic) is to Cheese. But food is more than just mere ingredients. It is a short hand for social history and a repository of cultural values. Bengali food is more than fish curry and is such a rich tapestry that it’s contours are getting lost in oral histories from grand mother to daughter and the grandson is cooking pasta at home. These stories in food and folklore is also Education; albeit of the civilisation kind. The reductionism of the deconstructed kind on culinary shows on the TV is simply mind boggling. Jiya Chakraborty Prasad is working on a draft capturing these narratives for posterity. History is too serious to be left to the historians.

Lulu.

Massive spaces to shop

Spices, Sambhar Veggies and more

South India in a store

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The expanse is reflective

Of the ambition of its founder

Jobs to all in his village

Myth Material

Real in terms of cash

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Gulf is a cocoon

Time dilates

The comfort zone expands

The notion of time

Intimate, but never owned

Like a rented car

Absence.

Migrants are people who leave their homes to keep them

Dignity is a luxury, as there are mouths to feed

Home is often a Skype screen

Where a grandpa tears to see his little angel

The little angel does not fathom

His sacrifices

Christmas, Eid, Onam, Pongal

Are dates on a digital calendar

Lives are spent in a perennial countdown

The remittance exchange is a node to transfer love

When presence is pravasi

Absence is a way of life

And lives are stuck in the past