Lockdown 4.0 - thoughts

Now that we have the fourth extension of the lockdown, the logical question is, “What next ?” Will the entire country remain cooped up behind closed doors to avoid the virus and then die from starvation ?

India’s record of endemic hunger over the last 70 years is worse than that of sub-Saharan Africa. The stoppage of economic activity will make it worse. We will have many more starvation deaths than pandemic ones – the overflowing FCI godowns and the much touted PDS notwithstanding. History is testimony to that.

A government, whatever may be its popularity, cannot take way the citizens’ right to livelihood – the right to earn for a decent, self-respecting life. Putting money in their pockets as a dole, is not a solution.

And it has done precisely that.

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The lockdown period should have been used to build up healthcare facilities in right earnest – and precious little has been done in that area.

In the bargain, regular patients at many hospitals – diabetics, patients with heart, liver, old age problems have been asked to go home and denied the care they need, while their facilities were forcibly converted to address pandemic patients. This – in the 21^st century ?

And we call ourselves an aspiring super power ?

We must be mentally retarded as a nation to even think on those lines.

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India was once – not very long ago – the richest country in the world, with thriving local economies and major contributions to world trade, till the colonial masters came and destroyed it all in a bid to sell their products.

We should re-start the process of building “local economies” once again.  All metros in this country should be given a designated 100 KM radius to re-start all economic activities, including the suburban trains to facilitate people and freight movement. After 3-4 weeks of observation, these areas can be expanded in concentric circles to eventually include the whole country in a matter of 3-4 months. Containment areas can be tightly controlled to prevent the spread of the virus.

Domestic flights need to be resumed on a reduced scale – now. Then the scaling up can take place over time, as the demand goes up.

On a parallel note, the healthcare infrastructure should be upgraded by adding new hospitals –albeit makeshift for now – to cater to infections. It cannot and should not happen at the cost of denying healthcare to existing patients !!!  This pandemic is a challenge for us to improve.

In about a year’s time we must aim for having at least one primary healthcare facility with doctors and nurses in every village and small town in the country. How that staffing can be done can be discussed separately – not the topic of this article.

For once at least, the powers that be, all across the political spectrum, should move away from vote-bank politics and do something for the citizens at large.

I wait to see that day come.

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COVID Nursery rhyme

Some 100 years from now, kids may very well sing this song :
(along the lines of Ol' McDonald)

It was the year the virus struck -

E-I-E-I-O

All those who lived on, were in luck;

E-I-E-I-O

Everyone had to wear a mask

E-I-E-I-O

And keeping a distance was the ask.

E-I-E-I-O

They closed all schools that fine day

E-I-E-I-O

Teachers and classes went away.

E-I-E-I-O

The kids stayed home and could not play

E-I-E-I-O

So they jumped around the house all day;

E-I-E-I-O

With homework gone, they had time to spare

E-I-E-I-O

While their moms and dads simply tore their hair !

E-I-E-I-O

The lockdown went on week after week,

E-I-E-I-O

While a cure for the virus they tried to seek.

E-I-E-I-O

And a cure was found that calmed the fears,

E-I-E-I-O

But all wore masks for many years.

E-I-E-I-O

Dated : 7/May/2020

The unseen enemy

All our wars cause so much misery –

Creating the dead, and the living dead.

Yet the pain and suffering pass with time,

Become stories of valour, instead.

And then there is always another war – 

Fought silently everywhere;

Across the world, in every land,

That of food, shelter and care.

And another war has come upon us

That is killing people with glee,

Mountains and oceans are not the barriers

For this unseen, unknown enemy.

Locking down people is the way they say,

To set the people free !!

Modern science has no answer yet

To this unseen, unknown enemy.

They’ll grope in the dark to find a cure

While locking us in, you see,

Our lives will be stalled behind the wall

For this unseen, unknown enemy.

While our lives stand still with bated breath –

And the battle against hunger rages free;

Paradigms of yore are being blown away

By this unseen, unknown enemy.

With all things closed, we’re learning to enjoy

Things in life that are free –

‘Cause the fear is great and we are afraid

Of the unseen, unknown enemy.

And one fine day we all will ask -

How much of freedom is “free” ?

‘Cause we will have learnt the lessons taught

By this unseen, but known enemy.

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Date : 21/Apr/2020

LOCKDOWN POEM

I cycled down the empty streets

For food that could not be found;

Street lights cast their pools of light –

On street dogs lying around.

Could hear the tinkle of a microwave

And the soft rustle of leaves;

Saw eerily silent dancing shadows

On the walls, in the gentle breeze.

Everyone is wearing a mask

Whether we like it or not;

Despair and worry creasing the brow

As we manage with what we’ve got.

Life as we knew it has come to a stop

For quite some time now,

When it starts to pick up I wonder

What will change, and how ?

Date: 19/April/2020

LOCKDOWN - 2

About two weeks into the lockdown things are beginning to look different... The count of infected persons is on the rise in a slow but steady measure, so is the toll of those who could not make it.

But there is also a steady increase of the count of people who are recovering from the affliction.

At the same time, there is a large number of people in this country whose daily livelihood has been taken away and there is no sign of when things can return to normalcy.

Under this scenario here are some thoughts :

·         The Government should kick-start the local economies around the large cities, say within a 100 kilometre range of the city by allowing local / suburban trains to run at about 15 minute intervals, enabling primarily the vendors and daily labour to commute.

·         Trucks / good vehicles should also be allowed to ply within a given district, perhaps, or within the same 100 KM range described above.

·         Highway dhabas should be allowed to re-open to provide for the truckers.

·         Small shops in the cities should be allowed to re-open for limited hours each day or alternate days to reduce the crowd. These include hardware / electrical stores, sweetmeats, barber shops, stationery shops, florists, to name a few.

·         With the main transport system off the roads, people are using bicycles / two-wheelers; the shops to service these – be it repair punctures or regular cleaning / washing, should be allowed to function with limited time frames.

·         Rickshaws should also be allowed to ply.

·         Tea gardens, small and medium factories should also be allowed to function for at least one shift per day. Else the companies will go belly up, and throw more jobless people out on the streets.

·         While telecom companies need to function full-time, their service support centres  can be asked to remain open for limited hours each day – all telecom users still need to buy / change SIM cards, pay bills, change plans and everyone does not have the capability to make on-line payments.

·         This will address to a significant extent, both the livelihood requirements of a large portion of the migrant labour in the cities, as well as the food supply chain demands.

·         Let us not forget that the right to livelihood is so fundamental to our existence that it cannot be questioned.

The above measures can continue for a couple of weeks while we ramp up testing facilities and try to control the spread of the epidemic. Further loosening of controls may be decided thereafter.

Just remember that till less than 200 years ago, India had thriving local economies backed up by international trade that had made her such a rich country for centuries. We can re-start the process all over again.

LOCKDOWN

In one of his videos, the well-known futurist, Joel Barker made a statement – “When paradigms change, we all go back to zero. The past guarantees nothing.” He backed up that statement with a variety of examples.

Today, our civilization, “advanced” as it is, is facing a paradigm-changing threat in the form of a virus, and finds itself almost unable to stop its spread. Even the best healthcare systems in the world are struggling to contain this invisible enemy, let alone eliminate it.

The upshot is that people, no – entire countries, are being put under lockdown to prevent physical or social contact in a bid to stem the contagion. Transport systems – all of them - have been shut down, disrupting the food supply chain in parts. Well-intentioned government machinery may do all it can to maintain the food supply, but it may not be sufficient over a long period. We can only hope this does not lead to anarchy.

On the personal front, this is again a paradigm-altering state of affairs. We have been so busy with our work, daily commutes, and the intrusion of work matters into the family time through Whatsapp messages and email that we have been functioning as automatons for quite a while now. We have no time for family members – a guilt that we try to redeem through eating out, hurried vacations, weekly or fortnightly parties with friends and even interactions through family Whatsapp groups.

This lockdown has changed all that.

I am sure many people are finding it strange to be in the house 24x7 with their spouses and children or relatives and trying to address work items at the same time. They also have more time on their hands because the daily commute does not exist. I am also sure that many will lose their means of livelihood, if they already haven’t.

If we keep aside the worry over food – this experience is surely going to change a number of things for each individual affected by the lockdown. No clubs, hotels, restaurants, beauty parlours, bars or tea-shops to go to, no gym or swimming routine to adhere to, no classes for the kids, all put together, a very new experience. And in some cases, no jobs to look forward to, after this crisis blows over.

People in my age group will perhaps remember the two wars in 1965 and 1971 at least – the blackouts, glass windows covered with newspapers to prevent light from seeping through, cars with headlights partly covered, hourly news bulletins on the radio, the occasional siren wails and the worried look on the parents’ faces. We were too young to understand what they did to ensure adequate food in the house, but they apparently did a good job then.

Today there are many more entertainment sources available on finger tips to everyone, compared to those times. But I am sure people will see these as of much lesser value over the next few weeks, as the lockdown takes effect.

They say every cloud has a silver lining.

I am sure that we will be looking once again at the relationships that we have around us and start working on those, to repair the cracks that our erstwhile hectic lifestyle has made over a period of time. Some will be lucky, some not as much.

Remember – “When paradigms change, we all go back to zero. The past guarantees nothing”.

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WATCHING FILMS – BACK THEN...

WATCHING FILMS – BACK THEN...

Those of you who have grown up in India during the seventies, eighties and nineties will be able to relate to most of this article. Those were the days before the television, internet and mobile phones had invaded our lives.

Television at the national level had started in the late seventies, but programs were limited to a few hours in the evening. It was only in the late eighties that popular TV programs made their debut, and late nineties when 24x7 TV channels started breaking up the lively neighbourhood chat sessions and turned people into couch potatoes.

But the Indian film industry and Hollywood kept churning out movies and movie halls in India ran to full capacity almost always. Those who could not make it to the movie halls had another option – the neighbourhood film shows. These were experiences to remember. 

The venue was any open space in the town or city, or open air auditorium where one was available, with free entry. The organisers funded these events through contributions or sponsors.  A large screen that was white once upon a time, but now of a pale yellow or light brown hue, with patchwork where there happened to be a tear, was strung up between two makeshift poles. A speaker or two of significant antiquity would be placed behind the screen. The projector and the operator would be hired and the films came in numbered boxes.

Quite often the sound and light failed to cooperate and work together – sometimes the images flitted in utter silence, sometimes a dialogue would be delivered in utter darkness. Naturally there would be vociferous calls for re-runs. Re-runs would also be called for specific song-and-dance sequences and thus the shows would last much longer than the length of the films.

The occasional breeze would cause the billowing screen to distort the faces of the actors to hilarious proportions. People would be rolling in laughter at a supposedly serious sequence and dances scenes projected on a wildly flapping screen, would have anyone in splits. Rain, of course, would disrupt the entire show.

You get the hang of it, I guess.

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In the mid-nineties I happened to land up in Vietnam on an assignment. Movies there were an altogether different experience. The entire soundtrack would be blocked and a single male or female voice would read out the dialogues in Vietnamese in a dull monotone !! That was their idea of censorship, I guess.

After a few months, a few of the Indian expats like me got together and persuaded the Indian Embassy to arrange for viewing of Indian films. They said they had to get permissions and it would take time. And time it did take. A good few months later, the Embassy informed us that they would be able to organise a film show, but the only available movie was a Telugu one !! Only one person in our group spoke the language, and he was asked to translate, if necessary.

On the assigned day, a screen, like the one described above was set up in the Embassy premises – only this one was much whiter. This was an “uncensored” version of the movie, with the original soundtrack. The projector operator was a local boy who did not speak a word of English. It was a successful end to an endeavour for us, the early expats to that country.

After almost three decades I do not remember the details of the film – it was about a boy dreaming big and then falling in love, getting married, having a kid and all that routine melodrama, with quite a few song-and-dance sequences where they ran around tomato plants, rice fields, up and down hills and fell into a swimming pool for the “wet heroine” episode.

What I do remember is this :

First reel : Hero does his usual stuff, has food at a restaurant of sorts, meets the heroine and the song-and-dance sequences start.

Next reel : Hero is trying to feed a bawling baby with his left hand... No wait !! Everyone is left-handed in the scenes. 

We stopped the show and tried to speak to the operator. He had put on the reel incorrectly. He kept saying “lay lam tiec” (Vietnamese for “sorry”) while re-fixing the reel. We tried to tell him that the reel sequence was wrong, but failed miserably.

Thus the film continued with a right-handed hero and supporting cast and the bawling baby, till the reel ran out with the obligatory scrolling credits.

Last reel : We see the unmarried hero and heroine again, running around tomato plants and rice fields, all over the local hills, till they fall into the pool and a wet heroine emerges. The hero, who apparently has never seen a wet chick before, is so embarrassed that he marries her in a temple straightaway. (A swimming pool and a temple side by side in an Indian village ?? Time to reflect on things...) Then they get married a second time formally with the whole village jumping into the song and dance sequence. And the heroine bashfully announces that she is pregnant.

End of show.

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Those were fun times !!