Monday, March 7, 2011

how to make a brick

long time, no write. my work at the ngo has picked up pace, and i am much busier than before. i am also outside of the major city of patna, and i rely on the hospital generator for power (right). it is off at night and in the early morning.

i am now in daudnagar, a town of 50,000 and the home of DORD headquarters and hospital (left). dord hospital currently provides eye services: glasses and 50-100 cataract surgeries six days/week. comparable numbers in the usa for one surgeon on one day: around 8. (fanatic antisepsis at the expense of efficiency. the ophthalmologist tell me the infection rate approaches zero).



my tasks with the ngo have settled on three major projects: organizational charts for the hospital (there are six of them, developed in conjunction with the ngo director and following lengthy discussions). the hospital has developed to meet immediate needs, and raja wants to systematize the structure as they embark on further development. the charts will be presented by the director and discussed with staff this week). another project is working with senior staff and teachers on conversational english (they can all read and understand, but benefit from grammatical help in constructing english sentences),. the third project is a collaborative proposal for expanding into full maternity services (normal deliveries and cesarean section deliveries). for me, a fun project, drawing on my clinical background in childbirth and my administrative experience over thirty years. i have also visited seven indian hospitals to understand the customs and procedures here.

today's blog, however, is about construction in india. the organizing concepts: very few machines, extensive human labor (which also provides sustenance income for families) and great ingenuity and skill in using simple tools and age old processes. i share this story with awe and respect. i am sure it is also infused with my irreducible romanticism, but indians tell me most indian people are happy. hard worked, but happy.

we begin with brick making. the area around daudnagar is blanketed with tall smoke stacks (far left), each in the center of a mound of sun dried mud bricks (right) which are covered with fine ash and sand carried in rounded metal pans (below) prior to baking. the load is heavy. the sun dried bricks are laid in an interlacing fashion. at one end of this 120x50 foot square and 7 foot high mound are holes for crushed charcoal which burns and sends heat through the catacombs to bake the bricks. after 24 hours or so (probably shorter when the ambient temperatures reach 100-110 degrees fahrenheit in may through august), a parade of people unearth the bricks and stack them for loading onto trucks or wagons to be pulled by simple tractors. the bricks are carried from the kiln on one's head (photos above). the kilns run 24 hours/day.





to make the bricks, dirt in situ is mixed with water by hand (far left), allowed to sit, then put into molds (middle left) and laid out for sun drying (above). they are then stacked and covered for baking as described above .

in the next few days, i will post the story of the brick construction that is taking place in the front yard of the hospital. it will be the generator building.

naomi has requested shorter posts, so i will end here. i feel most grateful that i am being allowed to spend almost four weeks in a rural town, an experience for which i was hoping and which does not present often. i have borrowed a two wheel bicycle and scoot around, something i would never attempt in the larger city of patna. it is enough to walk there without getting hit by someone or something. people here are incredibly friendly, which will be yet another post.

take care.

Friday, February 4, 2011

vendors and jobs

today's blog will feature some pictures and observations on non-food street vending. it is a long post, so brace yourself.

another way in which india is incredible is the number of people who are working as entrepreneurs. there are few chains in the country (vishal megamart, pentaloon, cash-and-carry [german chain], big bajar) but their presence is increasing, especially in the mega cities such as mumbia, chennai, kulkuta, bangalor, new delhi. most commerce is conducted, often by extended family members, in stalls, shops or on the curb. thousands of vendors. they can earn 1000 or more rupees/ day ($22), sufficient to support a family. middle class (house or condo, refigerator, washing and drying machine, car, some savings, money for education and health care) requires 20,000 - 30,000 rupees a month ($450 - $650 or $5400 - 7800 annually). some serious conversions must be taken into account in comparing. life style is constructed on a profoundly different cultural and material standard.

the impression of the usa here: incredible infrastructure, clean water and air, excellent sewage system, safety from crime, extraordinary technology, much material wealth, no poverty. there is much envy of the usa, at least among the english speakers with whom i talk. and i am finding indians incredibly friendly. easy with whom to talk.

my impression of india by contrast: friendly, trustworthy, culturally and spiritually more centered (90% religious as hindus, moslems, sikhs, buddhists, jains, some christians, very few jews, now mostly in mumbai). deep sense of community, especially for extended family. politeness. thoughtfulness. overall happier, much less driven (although the usual work week exceeds 54 hours if one works in an office, longer for the merchants in this blog). as simon observed when he was here for four months studying, people seem much happier than in the usa. go figure.




repairing things, and i mean everything, is obvious on the streets. there are many bicycles, three wheel rickshaws, three wheel carts for hauling, auto rickshaws, motor cycles. everywhere on the curbs are tire and cycle repair men (pic above left), capable of rebuilding the bearings in the axles or the chains (pic, above, middle and right) or respoking the wheels. on the spot, no waiting. and they use simple tools and supplies, and use them well. for bicycle tire repair, they do not use small packaged repair patches as we do in the usa. instead, they cut a piece from an old tube and use a dab from a tube of vulcanizing cement (i think it is actually rubber cement) to create the patch. cost? rs10-15. new tires installed? rs150 ($3) including a good new tube.

very little is wasted here, and in this regard, patna is representative of the entire country. there are shoe repairmen on any given block (pic below left). shining shoes, resoling, mending. the strap had pulled loose on the flip-flop he is repairing (pics immediate left). with needle and heavier thread, he resews it. cost? probably rs5 (~10 cents).

there is also pride among people in doing their work honestly. as my friend and neighbor thakul says, all work is equal, in respect and value. i have yet to meet anybody who seems ashamed, whether the trash sweeper, the bicycle rickshaw driver from the rural areas (who sleeps next to his vehicle and rents it for rs20/ day) to the hotel doorman to the new auto dealer salesman.









in a culture in which everything is repaired, of course that includes musical instruments. the fellow on left polishes brass things, next door the fellow repairs brass things, including a large horn. these store fronts close up for security at night. others are left open while someone sleeps in the shop. other businesses simply pack into a cart or bicycle and ride off, to return to the same place on the morrow. although officially illegal, the curb side merchants negotiate with the local constabulary for privileges.



there is a lot of specialization among merchants. the man on left is in a small stall and repairs motors. in this case, he is taking out the motor windings and will replace them. i am sad to say that the whole outfit would more likely be thrown away in the usa. clever, skilled and industious, such waste does not happen in india. yes, of course, labor costs are much less but does that justify wastefulness? there are reasons that five percent of the world's population (the usa) uses 40% of the world resources. i recently read that 40% of groceries are thrown away in america. the cost in lost energy (growing, chemical farming, transport [average food travels over 1000 miles in the usa before it is consumed), refrigeration, and then spoilage, disposal and land fill]) cost a fortune. if we add in the indirect costs of pollution . . .


across from colleges and universities, there is always a line of book stores (if you can't figure out which pictures, you shouldn't be reading this). technical books, science books (i am still hunting for a place selling english language novels). the interest in computer, technology and science courses is evident by the book titles. new books, lots of used books.

prices? mostly s100-500 ($2-5), used for rs50-100. finding sellers of identical goods all in a row (fruits, sweet fried things, books, shoes, bakery goods [actually fried delights], motor supplies) is not uncommon.








coal fires are very common for cooking foods for sale, and in cold weather. it was unseasonably cold the first two weeks i was here, in the mid-40's. many small fires with people squatting around for warmth. the government actually gave out coal and wood so street people didn't freeze.

the man (pic left) is breaking lumps of coal into smaller sizes. he will then weigh them on a simple balance of two trays on a chain or cable, using weights to balance. most everything is sold in kilogram amounts. he personally pulls the cart full of coal.

this fellow (pic on far left) is cutting tobacco leaf with a simple hinged knife. vendors of packets of betel and cigarettes (stall adjacent to a barber chair, pics left, photo on right) are everywhere. they also sells candies, chewing gum, chips and other unhealthy packaged snacks.

betel is from the areca catechu nut and is the fourth most common addictive substance used world wide. it is used as a


stress reducer, mild euphoric and to heighten awareness. it is also an anorexic. it is used by 10% of the world's population, mostly in asia. (okay, for those of you who are impatient, the addictives, in order, alcohol, tobacco, caffeine and betel.) betel comes in small foil wrapped packages (hanging like ribbons from the top of the stall) or it can be bought custom made right in front of you, wrapped in a leaf and made with betel, a touch of tobacco, calcium powder and catechu [a boiled acacia bark that gives betel preparations its red color]). the streets are littered with both the foil packets and quids of red spit (pic left).


shave and a haircut? two bits? actually. i got my first shave (lather-shave, then lather-shave), a new razor blade each shave for everyone, rub down with a block of alum, two rubs with skin cream), a brief head and shoulders massage, all for rs 10 (25 cents), i was so comfortable, i followed with a haircut for an additional rs30. they cut hair close, using only a comb and scissors (pic right), so i probably won't need another until i'm ready to leave. smiles, no complaints on my part.

there are actually four places one can get a haircut. on your haunches, both you and the barber. in a chair (the picture left above shows a two chair shop), in a small open faced stall (paragraph above next to betel vendor), or in a regular closed door shop. again, most commerce is conducted right on the curb or along the road. the tools of the trade (scissors, razor and blades, creams, brush, clipper, mirror) in this case are on a ledge in front of the chairs (pic above right).


and then, there are different shopping areas. pictured to the far left is a series of stores in patna, on both first and second floor. it would be considered a mall. there are often three or four sales people to serve you in each store. in general, there are many people working any given job, which also means there are many people working.

gandhi actually said " the craze is for what they call labour-saving machinery. men go on "saving labour" till thousands are without work and thrown on the open streets to die of starvation. i want to save time and labour, not for a fraction of mankind but for all."

in the second picture (next to the mall pic) are the stalls along the main road in bodh gaya. immediately above left is a nursery along a main road in patna. there were several in a row, many varieties of potted plants. again, i am sure they are guarded at night by someone sleeping right there.

the shops with interiors are rarely large. pharmacies, and there are many of them, stock small quantaties of many medications. antibiotics are over the counter (pic far left). the stationary store, also a small storefront, again had an incredible array of products. i bought a small container of paper clips for rs20 (50 cents) in a sturdy plastic
resealable case(pic above right) . the shoe display (pic left) is sheltered by a tent. they pack up the shoes at the end of the day.







on the ground floor of the building which houses the DORD offices is located a sign printing shop. i am glad i am two stories up, and that there is open grillwork enclosing the stairway. ink has a very strong odor. along the street in front of the office are four sign stalls, all using the same print shop, each building frames for the signs as necessary. the fellow at left is putting some corrective touches on a recently printed banner.




so, there you have it. a picture of commerce in india. i am told it doesn't vary much throughout the country. what i find most impressive are two things: how many people are afforded a chance to work and to be in business for themselves with the control and pride that can give, and how efficiently things are used, repaired and recycled.

take care. -larry

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

housing, traffic and duties


i have been in india for three and a half weeks and officially with the ngo DORD (daudnagar organization for rural development) for seven days, although the staff greeted me on my arrival in patna on 5 january. i stayed in a hotel in patna for three days, and then traveled alone to bodh gaya and varanasi for three days each. as raja, the ngo (picture left, betty) said last week, it feels like i have been here a long time (i think it was a compliment).


i am staying in an extra room right in the ngo offices (pics right top, middle and lower).

my routine is fairly established: up around 7 am, parvez the driver/watchman/cook (pix on left, top) comes to the door of my room with a cup of chai (tea, milk, sugar, a dash of coffee), i dump water over my head from a bucket (no running hot water, although raja kindly offered to install a small hot water tank in my bathroom. parvesh heats a bucket of water on the propane stove) and brush my teeth. the squat toilet and i are finally getting along (bottom right). i turn on the computer, read about egypt and check my email, then out into the common office. parvez will have breakfast made for me, usually rice, tumeric, vegies, maybe an egg thrown in (pic lower left). newspaper is recycled extensively here, in this case, as a place mat). the work week is six days monday through saturday from around 10 am to 7 pm (common in indian offices). everyone eats lunch together in the office around 2-2:20. chai served 2-3 times during the workday, in small 3 oz cups. me, the ugly american? i bought a 10 oz ceramic cup. i need my hot drinks. i split my meals between one or two in the office each day and the rest from street vendors. no, i have not
dehydrated from loose movements (the name for diarrhea). actually, the only time i had loose movements was when i stayed in a fancier hotel for orientation. i limit myself to food fried in oil (lots of that here) or cooked on a hot fire. i also restrict myself to bottled water. there is a ultraviolet water treatment system in the office, so i keep filling my liter plastic bottles, about three or four liters/ day.






for entertainment, i wander the streets. i've gotten good at negotiating the traffic (pics right). do not stop, do not be afraid, and trust everybody to accommodate everybody else. it actually works.. it is randomly choreographed chaos. no stop signs, no yield signs, no stop and go lights. very occasionally a traffic kiosk in the middle of a big intersection with a traffic officer directing. the amazing thing is that everybody accommodates everybody else. that line of traffic in the picture on the far right? one steps right out into it and the vehicles turn slightly one way or another to avoid collision. horns everywhere, but not angry ones, no road rage. the horns are warnings that a vehicle is coming up from behind. pedal rickshaws, auto rickshaws, pedal carts, motorcyles, cars, small trucks, pedestrians. a veritable stew of movement. a certain type of truck has a sign painted on the back: "honk horn." it made me laugh. it is a message that seems to need no repeating. after dark, a quiet descends as all the vehicles leave the road. no more honking. ajws, in its wisdom, forbids volunteers to drive or ride on motorcycles. they take good care of the volunteers. really.

at night, i return to my room for some reading and internet research on a wide variety of topics. google and especially wikipedia are amazing resources for this modern traveler. india has a history going back ten centuries, in the opaque days of the vedas. more on that later.

my duties are becoming clearer. the memorandum of understanding (mou) between dord and ajws and me includes three project areas. dord has built and is running a thirty bed hospital in a rural area called daudnagar (120 km /75 miles away, a three hour car ride. i haven't been to visit yet). dord is beginning to offer women's health services, and wants to develop a full program of maternity education and services. raja has asked that i review and advise on the administrative and clinical organization of the operation. a second task may involve clinical education for the medical-paramedical and community workers. the third area is in grant opportunity identification and writing. the theme of ajws is sustainability. translate: i would not write the grant, but, rather, work with the staff here to do so. ajitesh (pic left), one of the two very proficient english reader/writers (raja is the other) and i hopefully will work together in building several grant proposals.

the next blog will focus on street vendors or construction methods. i'd like to learn how to label pictures first, though.

also, sorry to hear about chicago weather (major snowstorm predicted for today). here it is about 80 degrees, clear skies.

Monday, January 24, 2011

ajws orientation and bodh gaya

well, i certainly have been negligent. i have taken over 300 pictures, and have been trying to sort them so i could post some of them coherently. so much for aspirations. i need to get some stuff written or no one will really believe i am here.

last week was a 4-1/2 day american jewish world service orientation for the nine volunteers, the three staffers and five of the ngo directors. it was outstanding. they used a variety of teaching methods, some lectures, some discussions, a few field trips. indian history (the aryans invaded from the area of mesopotamia, going east and west; cultural do's and don't's (no books or papers on the floor and definitely don't push them with your feet and do not let the launderer do your intimate articles. that is what the sink is for. and cover them with a towel if they are hung on a viewable clothes line); representing judaism (the usual pluralistic approach); indian and american values in the workplace (much more socializing in india, eating in the office together and bringing food for one another; policies on gift giving (can't do it as it creates inappropriate expectations for future volunteers and is not a sustainable way to problem solve). a lot of discussion of the outlawed caste system and the untouchables (dalits) with whom many of the ngo's work.

the overarching themes: sharing the jewish call to social justice and offering our abilities in that spirit, and doing sustainable work. if we are not training or working on a project that will continue/grow after our departure, a project that depends on us alone, we shouldn't be doing it. we are also not here to impose our vision or will, but to respond to the expressed desires and needs of the ngo's with whom we work.

in the ten days before i started work on 26 jan, i stayed in patna, bihar for three days (2 million people, bihar state is one of the fastest growing in india (there are 28 of them), and then took a bus to bodh gaya (4 hours, cost rupees 60 or $1.50) for three days. that was enough for a tourist's view, but it would have been lovely to stay for a week or so. it feels very spiritual and holy.

bodh gaya is one of three central buddhist holy centers. it is the site where guthama siddhartha achieved enlightment after mediating under the boda tree under where he vowed to stay until he achieved enlightenment. it worked. the mahabodhi temple is beautiful and visitors, monks, the devoted, numbering in the hundreds, walk and meditate around it. a cutting from the original bodha tree still grows.

the story of siddhartha is very interesting. raised as a prince, siddhartha's father tried to shelter him from the world outside the family compound. unfortunately (for his father), siddhartha went out one day and saw an aged person, then a sick person, the next a dead person. he could not understand why to live if these were the outcomes and life was such suffering. at the age of 29, he left his home, wife and child, to seek another way, a way to transcend the pain that he had seen. at first a medicant, then a long journey with many turns, it ended with enlightenment in bodh gaya. there, he escaped the perpetual cycle of reincarnation to reach nirvana.













malachala cave, an auto rickshaw ride away, is a cave in which siddhartha meditated, without food or water, for six years before going to the bodha tree. there is a special icon of the fasting buddha in cave. by legend, his navel touched his spine.

my journey then took me by night train to varanasi, the holy site for hindus. cremation on the banks of the ma ganges river allows the departed to go directly to nirvana and leave the cycle of reincarnation.

but more on that next time. it has taken me two hours to write this and figure out how to post pictures.