Hum insaan kum

Aadhar Card ka number ban gaye hain

Card Ki aawaaz naheen hoteen

Insaan banna bhi

Ban lena chahiye

In a longish conversation in an auto ride, the driver from Etawah, Mulayam Land pointed out to me a Mall where previously there was a chowpatty, a food centre where he worked as a twelve year old cleaner, on twenty rupees per day. He spoke with a glint of nostalgia in his eye.

There are so many narratives of survival which internal migrants within India face which are simply not heard. As an auto wallah, he complained about the late payments from OLA upto a week late, which is too late for a person who survives on daily income generated from his fumbling vehicle. The digital ecosystem seems to be crumbling at its edges. More in a separate article.

For a former child labour to an auto wallah, he surely projects the confidence of a self made man.

#urbanmargins #pune

In the light of recent developments in MH Politics, re-reading the ‘Maximum City’ by Suketu Mehta.

The secret to the longevity of the Shiva Sena is all praxis, not theory.

A litany of half homes

Or is it a quarter

Rented studios to hostel rooms

The backpack is belonging

Artefacts of life

More than placeholder

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Belonging is often a smile

An acknowledgment of acceptance

Than an ownership deed

#spokenword

It seems JNU ( in South Delhi near to the media offices including NDTV) is the only place people get to study. The future of work seems to be an alien concept in the Indian Imagination on Education. Let’s have a conversation on how the socioeconomically marginalised can get a future where livelihood security is possible.

sense of being Indian is carved by being the ‘other’ migrant all my life in different parts of Asia. I understand the value of the blue travel document at the immigration as not only a access card but as a representation of the post colonial nation state, which stands for a set of ideas.

A strong foreign policy makes me glad, although we have much work to do in other areas. We are a sub continent of various sub nationalities, tied by the sense of being Indian. However this means various things to various people, and we should allow space for that articulation. It is a dynamic construct, allow the evolution.

I understand why people migrate. But they all remain Indian, searching for the ragda patice on Friday in Muscat.

Third Anniversary of the tectonic event that changed New India. History gives the luxury of looking back and eventually politics loses meaning and sense prevails.

When I said the same regarding people losing income on BBC and Forbes three years back, I saw the birth of a digital delusion. The feeling of watching the middle class suffer delighted many as the very people lost their jobs in the informal sector. Perverse thinking at best.

Cities are spaces where people live and breathe. Some photos from Pune Rural;

Cities are spaces where people live and breathe. Some photos from Pune Rural;

It’s a challenge not to fade into oblivion

Some are scared by failure

But not doing anything is oblivion as well

#haiku