[Reader-list] July Research Posting - The Everyday
Zainab Bawa
coolzanny at hotmail.com
Thu Jul 22 12:55:04 IST 2004
The Everyday
Everyday,
Movement, stories, sights and scenes
Everyday,
People ordinary, unheard, unseen.
Everyday,
Life goes on, but who notices?
Everyday,
Life paints pictures, mundane and artistic!
Everyday,
Autumn, summer, winter and spring
Everyday
Seasons dont any more surprises bring. (But that is what we have come to
think self-fulfilling prophecy!)
Everyday,
Sameness dull, boring, routine, monotonous and mundane
Everyday,
Diversity relationships, stories, people and arcane.
Everyday,
Blinkers on the eyes and everywhere yet, the world is perceived
Everyday,
Stories are born orphan and stillbirth babies stories no one cares to
receive
Orphan stories, legitimate and illegitimate stories, born everyday, but
largely go unnoticed like Nobodys Child. Everyday contains people and
people contain The Everyday yet, we believe that both are separate,
disparate and disconnected.
Six months of the independent research fellowship period have revealed the
importance of The Everyday to me, that Everyday whose diversity is blind to
all those who wear the glasses of the presumed mundane. It is The Everyday
which contains the ordinary and the extraordinary, the highs and the lows
the joys and sorrows, the rumours and the news, the dynamic and the static,
the revolutions, the change and the status quo. The Everyday is like a Web,
made up of connected lives, people, activities, sites, structures, and
objects, all of which interact every moment of the Everyday to create new
relationships and patterns. And it is this impact which spins the world
around, creates revolutions and new Everydays.
A few days ago, Master, who is giving me driving lessons, and I had a chat
between us. Here is how it went:
Master: I was in muluk (mulk in Urdu, meaning home place, usually where a
person is born or where the roots and origins of the family lie) for five
months. There was problem with my residence. School used to phone often to
call me back, but I had told everyone at home that when school people call,
tell them that he has just left home and we dont know his whereabouts. He
should be back within half an hour.
Me: Five months! (I exclaimed.) Did you have a paid leave?
Master: What paid leave? Others in the school go to muluk for two and a half
months every year, but I go there only once in five years. Obviously then, I
will be there for five months.
Me: So (posing a rhetorical question), what do you like more, this city or
muluk?
Master: What do you think a person likes more? (He said in a tone of
authority, replying to a rhetorical question with rhetorical question.)
Me: Muluk (I said, knowing what answer he expected from me self-fulfilling
prophecy.)
Master: Aadmi muluk se sheher kyon aata hai? (Why does a man leave his home
place and come to a city?) Roti kamane ke liye hi nah? (Only to earn bread
and butter nah?) Warna kyon aayega muluk chod kar ke? (Else why should he
leave his home place?)
What struck me about this conversation is the notion and belief of several,
like Master, that a city is after all only a place where livelihood can be
earned; a city is not really a home place. And if this be the case, then I
ask myself What about the thousands of my generation and the next who were
born and brought up purely in cities? Where is our muluk?
Watching women on trains, chatting with commuters, observing the
interactions and relationships between technology, movement, speed, time and
people has revealed characteristics about the city and its people to me. The
process has brought to light the importance of everyday objects and the
politics of everyday. With computers and television taking up time and space
in the individuals life, the everyday life has not come to a standstill. It
is undergoing transformations. Women discuss TV serials ardently in their
train groups because they like to guess what may happen next in the serial .
I wonder whether it is the TV serial creators who are impacting the minds of
the women or whether it is the women who are impacting the minds and motives
of serial makers. News that is often discussed in trains is that which is
close to home and life and which impacts the individual most , indicating
the value of local news and raising the question of what kind of global news
impacts local peoples? Listening to everyday conversations gives me a better
understanding of the city. I have now come to know that the shop in the
second lane outside Kurla station is excellent and reputed for fried foods.
I discover that now when I have to reach Khargar while traveling on Central
Railway, all I need to do is to get off at Thane Station and take a direct
bus which will drop me to Khargar instead of switching trains between
Central and Harbour Line. Listening to everyday conversations has made me
knowledgeable about the stereotypes which exist for Western and Central
Railway commuters. Watching people now enables me to discern the difference
between a Western Railway and a Central Railway commuter because now I know
that they simply look DIFFERENT. Yet, there are similarities which I am
still gathering. I am now able to read the city carefully and simultaneously
broaden and narrow the cognitive map that is set in my mind. I now know of
the Many Others who this city and its people dislike and hate and what
kinds of dislikes and hatreds these are.
Local trains are an important meeting place for people in Mumbai, but it is
not that everyone makes an effort to meet with humanity on the trains
everyday. Some women never become part of train groups either because they
dont have a fixed time for work and therefore no fixed train, or simply
because they prefer to journey alone. Women who do not want to interact with
people during their journey create their own personal space bubble either by
listening to the radio, talking on the cell phone, reading a book, snoozing
or simply wearing a look on the face which says, leave me alone, I am not
interested. Those in train groups laugh, chatter, doze off, read a
newspaper, sing, share information, eat or hold hands with their maitreens
(female friends) and make intimate conversations or play games (personal,
political and musical). Train groups then become an important and valuable
part of womens lives. Perhaps the only friends that some women have are
their co-commuters . The ladies compartment is valuable because it provides
a private space for women to be themselves , to sing, to talk, to express
their aspirations and desires through their gazes and narrow eye-glances and
to express their frustration and anger through mild outbursts, tremors and
angry volcanoes with solid lava. But what happens when the journey is over
and women get off from the train and step on to the platform, rubbing
shoulders with the very men with whom their share their lives, identity,
work, home, relationships, personal space and public space?
To answer this question requires getting deeper into the lives and minds of
The Everyday People and understanding their perceptions, notions and
concepts of life, politics, religion, region and relationships. It is
critical to observe and understand everyday encounters and see what
encounters are missed (deliberately and incidentally/accidentally) and
therefore what opportunities have gone by. It is vital to look at the
everyday relationships that exist between people and structures in order to
gather lived experiences of authority, hierarchy, democracy, autocracy and
aristocracy. This in turn may provide cues to peoples fears, worldviews,
their aspirations and power equations.
Physical public spaces are shrinking, undoubtedly, but new ones are emerging
as well in cyberspace and new forms of public spaces inside of private
spaces. Meeting spaces are also being generated constantly in art, in
technology, in music, in language, but whether these contribute to the real
meetings of real peoples is still unknown to me. Relationships between
people are undergoing changes. And with the ladies compartment in the local
trains and the Ladies Special train, women are coming out of their homes,
stepping into the economy and in the public. They have still to carve a
niche, and some have begun by exploring themselves during the time and space
provided in the local trains. Whether capital and commerce are sabotaging
this time and space or boosting it, I am not sure at this point. I have only
begun scaling the iceberg and have not even reached its tip. But what the
ladies compartment has definitely done is to help women tackle their
financial fears and insecurities. It has helped women to dream of jobs but
mainly jobs and not really careers. While women are earning, I dont know
whether they are truly controlling and directing their finances. And if this
authority is not in their hands, then the ladies compartment has helped
women to find an alternative to their fears, but has still left them without
control. The ladies compartment enables women to move around the city, yet
most women travel largely from home to work and back, leaving the city
devoid of its breed of explorers. Perhaps all that most women really know is
the time of their train .
A form of life exists in the dark tunnels through which the trains chug and
a certain worldview is created. Issues of security arise . Moving on the
roads has its own share of benefits, one of them being watching the world
with the sky on top of your head and the comfort experienced by virtue of
being in broader public gaze. Women claim that traveling in local trains
makes them broadminded and perhaps this experience in itself is empowering.
What such more empowering experiences and opportunities exist or can be
created? Has the ladies compartment enabled women to face men and deal with
them better? Or has it deepened the existing gender divide?
I am still scaling the iceberg, that iceberg which is composed of the lives
and stories of The Everyday People who make up this world. As I write this
and understand the overall value of local trains (and of localness), two
pieces of information concern me: one, introduction of 500 home guards on
the platforms and in the ladies coaches to protect women from teasing and
harassment, and two, introduction of qawalli groups in the general
compartment so that qwallis and bhajans can both be sung on the trains which
in turn will lead to national integration. I am wondering whether we are
being too lenient by allowing the state and institutions to enter our local
trains and sabotage our public space? Rules on the trains have been made by
the very commuters who have been traveling and using the train space. These
rules have evolved over a period of time they were tried, tested,
modified, re-modified, and are still evolving as people are applying them to
use and interact in the train space. No government issued an ordinance
stating that there should be a system of fourth seat in the second class
compartments and no such system in the first class compartment. This then
raises the question of public spaces which are being encroached upon by
institutions of control. Is control always necessary? Does control
dis-empower the local? Does the local value its own localness and explore
the resources, opportunities and potential that exist within its realm? What
forms of resistances can we subversively use to deal with control?
This is the last of my postings on this list in terms of the fellowship, but
the process and the journeys will continue. I started this study with
several notions in my head, one of them being that there is a problem in
city life with the burgeoning crowds and the shrinking physical spaces. I am
now clear that more than the problem, there exist opportunities and spaces
and this has been the greatest reward of the research process. Observation
is an important faculty. Look at what is close at hand; far-sightedness
(Think Global Act Local) is a delusion. This period has revealed strongly to
me that what we need are Everyday Heroes who will challenge the status quo
(either directly or subversively) and bring about changes. Both men and
women need to be these Everyday Heroes, you and I
On the move, in search,
Zainab A. Bawa
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