As If It Matters

If you think about it, it probably does.

  • RSS Shared Shtuff

    • An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. Try again later.

Bloggable Extracts from My Masters’ Thesis – I

Posted by Aashish on May 1, 2011

This is from the preface.

When I joined the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences at the Indian Institute of Technology Madras, I did not have a computer of my own. I soon realised, like everyone else, that a substantial amount of learning here would require a computer: I would have to read and find journal articles; write term papers and assignments; make presentations on powerpoint and friends on Orkut (later facebook); find time to watch movies (at least some of which were connected to academic courses) and documentaries; learn new softwares and the technique of productively wasting time by getting into pseudo-intellectual arguments – all of which required a computer. Thankfully, the department provided a Department Computing Facility (DCF), an air-conditioned room with the most advanced computers I had ever worked on, 19 inch flat screen et. al. The fact that an overgenerous PhD scholar called Nalin used to sit there till late in the night meant that all assignments could be completed just in time.

In the second semester, I fought with my parents to buy a laptop, which, as expected, did not contribute much to my grades, but instead allowed me explore the depths of several Tera Bytes of stuff shared on the institute Local Area Network. The laptop served me well till about a year and a half, but went Kaput on a rainy day, after rain water miraculously found its way inside the laptop bag. Devastated, I had no option but to return to the DCF. There were assignments to be done, projects to be submitted, and movies to be seen. This continued till I went to Germany for an exchange semester, where I saved some money from my meagre scholarship, and bought a laptop again. Buying the laptop meant that very little was left for basic expenses and that most travelling plans had to be shelved. Still, it was worth the sacrifice, I thought.

Except that two months later, the laptop fell from my study-table, and its 15” screen got damaged. It still would work, but the screen would be blank. Thankfully, my German university also provided a similar facility as the DCF at the department, and work did not suffer much. I made very good friends with a mechanical engineer from South Korea, who treated me with countless sandwiches he got from home, and whose Master’s dissertation I proofread and edited (which was in English, a language he had little mastery over). Nevertheless, the laptop was repaired when I got back to India (at half the cost it would have taken in Europe), except that (yes, again!) in February 2011, it was stolen from the computer lab in my department. Most of the work of this Master’s project was on that laptop, and I had no back-ups. 5 years of collected papers, articles, movies and music were lost (some of which were so difficult to find), a loss that I would perhaps never recover from. I sometimes want to listen to a particular song, only to later realise that I no longer have it, and that is inaccessible on the internet. The same with many academic papers, which were requested from friends who had access to them (IIT Madras, despite its robust online journal access library, still lacks access to some important journal collections, such as ProjectMuse, LexisNexis or WileyOnline and many articles in even the repositories we subscribe to are behind pay walls). Thankfully, I could still manage to complete this thesis and do other important tasks thanks to the computer lab that the department had generous funded. At no point in my time have I been grateful to public facilities.

While doing research for this thesis, I have often thought about public facilities such as computer labs and their ability to provide “protection” to people who are careless with their belongings (or those who often seem to be suffering from terrible bad luck) like me. There are many more who need such facilities in the department not because they are careless but because they cannot afford computers or a laptop. One could, in principle, attack such facilities on various grounds. For instance, it is easy to argue that these facilities, with so many computers and air conditioners are a waste of taxpayer’s money. One could also argue that if someone lost their computer or could not afford it, too bad, but that’s how life is: harsh. Or point out to the fact that students just play games, chat and facebook, thus wasting these precious facilities (which, to be fair, is not uncommon). Or ask if this form of assistance can be given in a more “efficient” way – as full or partial grants to poorer students with meritorious grades, or restricting entry to the labs for only a few who “deserve” and “really need” these facilities (thus reducing the number of PCs that would need to be provided). Indeed, these are important questions, and none of them have easy answers (hopefully, this study would help to answer some of these questions in a slightly different domain). There is much to be improved here, and we are already involved in a protracted debate on whether current ways of social protection are adequate or enough or to how best to achieve the goals we seek to achieve. But what cannot be denied, however we may enable everyone to have access to computers in an academic department (or provide social protection in a society) that these facilities are important, and that they do enable careless souls like me to write theses like these.

Posted in Blogging, DS (Deep Shit), Social Policy | Tagged: , | 1 Comment »

Review: Urban Mobility India 2010

Posted by Aashish on February 5, 2011

Not here. Here.

Posted in Transport | Tagged: | Leave a Comment »

While Doing Fieldwork

Posted by Aashish on November 10, 2010

Saad, Paroma, Nayantara and I (all undergraduate students in different universities) were in Khunti, Jharkhand in the summer of 2009 doing fieldwork on the functioning of the National Rural Employment Guarantee Act. Khunti is largely a tribal district, but there are small pockets of areas where there are caste villages. In Birhu, one of those villages in the district where so-called high caste and low caste residents live in separate parts of the village, we had to quickly find someone who would agree to cook dinner for us. These separate parts of the village, which do not exist in tribal villages, are called Tolas.

We had already brought rice, dal and mustard oil, and we were ready to pay a small amount of money for cooking. It was getting dark. We met a nice looking woman, who was briefed of our situation. She asked us, “So, what’s your caste”. Growing stiff, I asked “How does that matter?”. I said to Saad in English, let’s go to the other hamlet. Saad, who knew me well by then, cut me. He said to her, “His name is Aashish Gupta, and I am Abhay Joshi.” She happily agreed to cook for us.

Later on, she came to know that Paroma was a Kashmiri Brahmin. Her behaviour took a radical turn after that. Not only did she cook potatoes for us, using her own supplies, she was quite keen to stuff us with food. In the end, she touched Paroma’s feet. This, despite us trying to explain to her that such things as caste should be irrelevant, “what matters is how people are,” and that “everyone is equal”.

That same year, I met a girl from St. Xaviers college in Mumbai who had come to do fieldwork. She was born and brought-up in Ahmadabad, but in 2002, she and her parents had to leave the city. One fine day, a stone was thrown at their apartment’s window, and given what was happening in the state, they packed their bags for the next train to Mumbai. Her parents, as you would expect, were middle class professionals, who thought it was best to leave at such a time. They left their apartment and most of the belongings as it is, entrusting it with their neighbours. This is the only time I have met someone affected by communal violence, even if she was affected in a not-so-violent (but still significant) way. I didn’t ask her if she went back after that, or what happened to the apartment. I had become too engrossed in answering the question, “if this was what happened to the rich, what would have happened to the not-so-economically-fortunate?”

This summer, Althaf, my classmate, spent a substantial amount of time in cities and villages of Madhya Pradesh. Althaf found early that telling his real name leads to a high rate of non-response, and sometimes hostility  to his eager questions. In a meeting in a village, he informed villagers that his name was Althaf, and that he was from Kerala. A local leader quickly rose to explain to the rest of the villagers, “Muslims in Kerala are patriotic. Not like here.” Very soon, he found himself using Hindu names, in order to be able to do the survey. Althaf used names he read in newspapers, of IIT toppers,  though all of them had a tendency to begin with an A.

All these instances, simple yet common, have led to a realisation that I am still not comfortable with. I knew quite early on from my reading that deep social divisions exist within our society, that Muslims might be discriminated against in ways which are subtle and not-so-subtle; that the task of creating an inclusive society is easier said than done. I am also aware that while all my examples are from rural parts of India, such divisions can be very prevalent in urban parts of the country. My grandmother for instance, did not serve Muslims in her house, and if a vessel was touched by a Muslim or a dalit, it would be thrown the next day.

However, seeing these things on my own has led to a growing sense of discomfort, about my own “privileged-position”, as well as the difficulty in challenging these divisions.  Solutions look easy from  distance, but we realise how incapable and weak we are, as soon as we start working to eliminate these divisions.

Another question that has no easy resolution is that of research ethics: when with a casteist woman or a communal man, what should I do? Should I let it be, which would be pragmatic from the point of research, but irresponsible as a citizen? Should I argue it out? In my first year of college, I would have told Althaf to use his real name and confront these divisions head on, told my friend from Mumbai that she and her parents should have remained in Ahmadabad and fought for their rights , or would have gone to the far off dalit tola and eaten there. I still want to, but I realise that it’s not that easy for any of us.

(I am thankful to Althaf, Mahtab Rakesh, Saad and others (unnamed) for help in writing this one. Thanks!)

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

Guha, Roy (and Premchand)

Posted by Aashish on November 7, 2010

We have often read the two of them. Debated and discussed them, agreed and disagreed with them. Been amazed, at their ability to bring hitherto neglected views and issues right in the front of the face of our flawed polity. Allowed them to inform us on a range of topics, sometimes allowed them to shape our opinions also. Been angered sometimes, at their inability to see logic in a particular instance, or frustrated, by their attempts to simplify complex issues.

Perhaps now, 10 years after their debate started, we need to point out a particular passage from Premchand to both of them. It appears in the story, “The Road to Salvation.”

It  is a mystery  why there  is so much hatred  among  the good as there  is  love among the wicked. A  scholar at the sight of another  scholar, a  holy man at  the  sight of another  holy man, and a poet at the sight of another  poet  tend  to  sizzle with  animosity…But if a  thief  sees a  fellow  thief  in  trouble,  he  always extends  a  helping  hand.  All men  hate  wickedness, so  the  wicked  always  love  each  other.  The  entire world  praises  virtue,  so the  virtuous  are  forever squabbling  with each other. What  does a thief gain by killing another  thief?  Contempt.  What does  a  scholar  gain  by  insulting  another  scholar? Fame.

Both of them could, then, shed some light on this mystery.  Maybe in the process they will realize that there is a better way to debate, than in the way they have in the past 10 years?

 

Posted in Conflict, Development, DS (Deep Shit), Politics | Tagged: , , | Leave a Comment »

Am I alone?

Posted by Aashish on October 16, 2010

Am I the only one who finds this appalling?

Punjab Chief Minister Shahbaz Sharif Thursday said that floods unleashed large-scale devastation across the province but along with misery and pain it also open up new opportunities.

During his meeting with British Deputy High Commissioner Dr. Peter Tibber here, Shahbaz Sharif said that model villages are being constructed with the financial assistance of philanthropists.

The British Deputy High Commissioner said that his country will continue support for the rehabilitation of the flood-affectees.

Apart from the ludicrous headline “Floods open new opportunities” (opportunties for whom, sir?), compare the concerns of the British Deputy High Commissioner and the Cheif Minister of Pakistan. The DHC supports rehabilitation of the flood affectees, while all the CM is interested is building Model Villages.

Anyone who has any background in rural development understands what “model villages” mean: One village in a very large area (say, a district) which has all the facilities (school, primary health centre, rehabilitation and housing here) while all other villages are left on their own! I thought only NGOs do this kind of work.

Posted in DS (Deep Shit), Governance, Social Policy | Tagged: , , | 4 Comments »

Food Security Act: Time To Act

Posted by Aashish on October 9, 2010

Over the past two months, I have been involved with a student initiative called “Food Security Act: Time to Act”. I should clarify the word “involve” here, because in my case, it just means small trifles – helping with organisational and documentation work, some of which is being done through a page on facebook. “Time to Act” is a platform of concerned students and citizens who aim to deepen and sharpen the debate on the proposed Food Security Act, and is currently engaging members of parliament in consultations, to convince them that the act should be universal and comprehensive, with adequate safeguards for accountability and transparency.

Over the past month or so, “Time To Act” volunteers have met more than 60 MPs, from political parties of every possible hue, from diverse regions of the country and with very different orientations. One of them hung images of Bharat Mata and MS Golwakar in his home while another one from UP had a home office which looked like that of a high-end technology enterprise. An MP came to talk in his pyjamas (wearing nothing above the waist), while another one was a well-infored gynaecologist from Gujarat.  It is common to dismiss students in India’s elite colleges and universities as elitists themselves, but through “Time to Act”, they have creatively used a democratic space that is available but seldom utilised, to push the concerns of some of the most marginalised sections of our society.

The minutes of these meetings were compiled recently (and are also available on the facebook page of this initiative.) These “notes” give us some remarkable insights about the food security debate (while also telling us important things about democratic processes and outcomes in India). In this post, I’ll try to glean some insights from these notes of meetings by “Time to Act”, consisting of meetings with as many as 57 MPs. Read the rest of this entry »

Posted in Collective Action, Development, Politics, Social Policy | Tagged: , , , , , | Leave a Comment »

Monopolising Tendencies

Posted by Aashish on September 26, 2010

As a student of Development Studies, I often end up meeting/hearing people engaged in what might be called Development Practice, the task of actually doing development (contrast them to people like me, who are supposed to study development). People from NGOs, Social Movements, Foundations, MFIs, Commercial Business, sometimes government and particularly from “social enterprises”.

IIT Madras has a very strong cell for encouraging innovation through entrepreneurship called C-Tides, has incubated several companies through RTBI, offers a minor in Social entrepreneurship – as a result, the number of lectures and events organised around (social) entrepreneurship is quite large. Often, these people are doing remarkable work, and there is much to learn from their particular experiences.

Often, in trying to gain legitimacy for the work they are doing, these practitioners tend to criticise the ‘others’. They could very well try to gain legitimacy by explaining the value of their work or by telling us the odds they face in their work. Instead, NGOs seek to talk about how the government is useless and can never deliver. Pro-privatisation people will give examples from the License Raj and how 1991 solved everything. So, we need privatisation in development. Read the rest of this entry »

Posted in Development, DS (Deep Shit), Governance, Poverty | Tagged: , , , , | 2 Comments »

Let There Be Warmth!

Posted by Aashish on April 30, 2010

On November 26, 2008, 9 attackers held the city of Mumbai to hostage using a variety of tactics which included shootings and bombings, killing at least 175 people, and injuring another 300. After the incident, I saw the custom message of a very good friend, “What the Fuck.  Time to Nuke the shit out of Pakistan”. After sometime, he changed it to “Pakistan, Fuck You. No, Nuke You.” Two classmates and friends actually weighed the costs and benefits of attacking Pakistan with after that. Calling it a heated debate would be an understatement.

In the year 2007, South Asia was devastated by multiple floods. The World Bank, Oxfam, The BBC, Reuters, New Scientist, The DFID, all covered the issue extensively. Even the New York Times carried a report. 20 Million people had been displaced, another 30 million ‘affected’. The UNICEF had called it “the worst flooding in living memory.” But did media in South Asia bother?

Out of a total 53 links referenced in the Wiki page, only 2 referenced Indian news sites. Bias of the guy who wrote the wiki entry? Probably. I will be glad if you can point out an South Asian media article which covers the issue in its entirety. I tried searching, but couldn’t find any. I might be accused of being condescending or patronising, but very few of my batchmates even know that something like this happened. I shouldn’t blame them for the faults of the Indian media. There was hardly any systematic or overall coverage of he floods in the south asian press. Whatever coverage was there, was of events – “19 killed in Bihar”. “Floods devastate Patna”. One was about how flights in Delhi airport had been affected and were delayed.

On April 6, 2010, in Dantewada, Southern Chattisgarh, Naxalites killed 76 CRPF Jawans, in what has been the deadliest strike on Indian security forces by the Maoists. After the attack, another very good friend from the state had the custom message: “Fuck the Naxals”. I also saw the BJP’s war cry slogan, “Fight to the Finish” in three custom messages. No, I did not bother asking him why, or the impact on ordinary tribal people of this fight to the finish. It was the hostel nights season, and no-one really had time. Read the rest of this entry »

Posted in Conflict, Development, Life, Research | Tagged: , , | 2 Comments »

A conversation overheard

Posted by Aashish on November 21, 2009

A friend and I were discussing such things as Earth Hour 2009, Climate Change, Lifestyles et. al. when I was reminded of this.  Around the middle of the 4th Semester, I went to Bangalore for a small workshop in IIM Bangalore, on OpenStreetMaps.  I stayed very close to Forum, India’s largest multiplex, in Koramangala.

While coming back from the institute on the first day, I sat next to a young lady and a girl aged three or four, in the bus. Looking at their clothes, it was easy to guess that they were poor. The girl’s hair hadn’t been washed for a long time, and they were probably returning from work. As the bus went past Forum, the girl, asked a question in Hindi, “Woh kya hai?” (What’s that?) The lady replied, “Usey mall kehte hain. Jo ameer hote hain, woh wahan cheezein khareed sakte hain” (It’s called a Mall. Those who are rich, can buy things there.)

The girl, amused, asked, “Achha, toh kya jo ameer hote hain, unko aam roshni mein dikhta nahin hai kya?” (Okay, so are the rich unable to see in normal light?)

Posted in Environment, Poverty | Tagged: , , , | 3 Comments »

The Spam I Get

Posted by Aashish on October 26, 2009

Hunk Sends a Teddy

Hunk Sends a Teddy. Now why would any hunk want to do that?

Posted in Arbitrary, DS (Deep Shit) | Tagged: , , | Leave a Comment »

 
Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.