[Reader-list] The Everyday Net of Legality and Illegality - Publics and Practices
Zainab Bawa
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Wed Nov 24 21:18:58 IST 2004
23rd November 2004
Publics and Participation
I started my expedition for the day from VT Station. As I stepped out of the
train, the immediate sight that confronted me was of the Ticket Checkers
(TCs). I call them Men in Black. They are dressed in black coats and
trousers and a white shirt inside. Hum kaalen hai to kya hua dilwale hai (So
what if we are black (dark)? We are people with hearts!) is a song from the
famous horror black and white film Gumnaam. But this song dont apply in the
case of our men in black. They stood in a group, at platform number 5, right
at the EMU halt. As soon as a train would arrive, they would spread out and
start asking commuters for tickets. Commuters tend to get very irritated
when TCs stop them, especially if the commuter is a legal man i.e. following
the rules and buying tickets. Some commuters simply rush out and when
stopped, they are still moving ahead, sifting for the ticket inside the
shirt pocket or the purse and handing it over to our Men in Black. This is
an interesting practice of time vis-à-vis legality. People in this city do
not want to get into legal messes. They want to avoid the doors of legality
as much as they can. There are, in this case, two options:
Option Number Ek Be legal, do legal
Option Number Do Go the illegal way, what we can call the doosra darwaza
(the other door) or the peeche ka darwaaza (back door)
It is not just the everyday man, but even the biggie in his corporate office
and chair who use the doosra or the peeche ka darwaaza. Sometimes the
illegal option is the faster way out.
Men in Black were performing their duties pretty diligently. As soon as a
train would arrive, they would disperse and start checking people. Two TCs
were standing a little before the subway station exit and two were
positioned on near the main line entry. I dont know whether fines still
continue to go into their pockets or not. But at one time, you could get
away by paying Rs.50 instead of Rs.250 and the Rs.50 would go into the TCs
pocket. Rs.250 ensured that you would get a white slip, a legal slip,
certifying the fine amount and that would go into the railways treasury.
These days, hefty women, almost goon-like, do the rounds of the ladies
compartment in the local trains. These are female ticket checkers and they
can be very goon-like, very vindictive and very obnoxious. I guess everyday
trespassers i.e. those who travel ticket-less, will find tactics to deal
with these bhai like behens.
Video Wall: I did not know this, or should I say that I did not notice this,
until now, that the TV screen at VT Station is known as the Video Wall. You
can advertise on the Video Wall by paying a certain amount of money.
Usually, I have seen news running on the screen. This afternoon, something
surreal happened and believe you in me, it was lifelike. I was leaning
against a pillar when suddenly, I happened to gaze towards the video wall. I
saw Jassi (of the tele-serial Jassi Jaisi Koi Nahin on Sony TV) walking from
the wall into the station. Actually, it was just the video effect she was
walking in a daze towards the camera on the screen but it almost seemed like
she was one of the commuters, walking with a dazed look straight into the
railway station. I was shocked for a moment until I realized what was
happening. It was only the world of images and the trappings of my mind. How
can Jassi come to VT Station? The episode continued. I had not known the
video wall to be a channel surfing board, but then, it is. The boot polish
guys sitting on Platform Number 1 were gazing into the screen as also the
sleepy afternoon commuters. This is dopaher ka entertainment for the
commuters, a doze of your favourite TV Serials which you may have missed out
last night. Thus, the video wall appears to be a distraction. This week,
during an interview with a commuter who commutes from Goregaon to
Churchgate, she mentioned to me how the video screen is but a form of
distraction. Her take is that when it comes to VT Station, the commuter
watches TV instead of looking around at the station and appreciating its
wonders and beauty. How then can we talk of heritage, I wonder!
Soon enough, as the boring Kkusum serial took over, I found a man
dexterously climbing over the ladder to the Video Wall room and switching
channels. Now, news began to play on the screen. Talk of the station as a
lonely place Mr. Pritish Nandy I think today the station is about moving
images and consumptive time!
I chanced to notice that the hoarding advertisements at VT have also
changed. The TATAs have advertised two of their latest pesticide products
and MTNL had advertised its latest telephone billing packages. The
advertisement hoardings at VT are mainly those of the government
institutions or at least, of government-like institutions which have also
taken a private turn viz., the State Bank of India, New India Insurance
Company, MTNL, Garuda Mobile, TATAs, etc. One of the odd men out in this
gamut is a long panel of branded mens underwear, a long panel which hits
you in your face with its bright red colour and its positioning on the high
wall which has you notice it as soon as you get off the station.
In a conversation with a gentleman today, we spoke of the Churchgate and VT
Stations. Truly, VT is representative of the Sarkari (government) era,
though it is currently Sarkari with a management touch. VT is about
contracts, about bureaucracy and I would imagine all of that which comes
with Sarkari. In contrast, Churchgate is a bland station, something like a
clearance machine. The gentleman spoke to me about how the college crowd at
VT would comprise of the Ambedkar and Siddharth college type (nerdy,
middle-class type) and perhaps the only plush crowd is that of St. Xaviers
College which comes by first class between 11 AM and 12 PM. In contrast,
Churchgate has the hip KC College and Sydhenam crowd. VT is truly India,
Bharat, he says proudly to me!
I walked out of VT Station, in an attempt to try to talk to the hawkers
outside. The perfume and deodorant seller was doing extremely well. The only
time he had was to count notes. I saw some Sardarji men examining packets of
Charlie perfume, awed and skeptical simultaneously, in a somewhat hesitant
decisive mode of to buy or not to be (i.e. hip)! Sun glasses sold opposite
were also doing well just as much as the sock seller by the side. At VT, it
is about the positioning of your stall. Which layer are you placed along and
whether you are among the first few or not!
I walked towards the crowded area of the station. I stopped at a table where
the guy was selling pirated CDs. His name as I have christened him is
Ruwail. He had streaked his hair copper, just a few of the frontal streaks.
He was wearing a bright red T-Shirt. The music CDs were priced at Rs.30
(Hindi and English alike) while the latest movie CDs were priced at Rs.60.
When I heard this price, I quickly calculated in my head that Ruwail is
offering me the screen experience for Rs.60 which I can play and replay
several times at home while INOX would offer me a one time fare for Rs.100
minus the food et al which I can procure for less than half at home if I
were to watch the VCD. Truly, technology has percolated to the lowest rung
of the masses. I wonder whether piracy and the development of multiplexes
was a simultaneous phenomenon in India. The poor, who are actually the
cine-goers, can no longer afford the cinematic experience which they once
could. Cable TV has enabled them to indulge in family entertainment sitting
right at home. Thats where piracy helps and fuels the Cable TV movement.
I bought one music CD from Ruwail. The music CDs were damn interesting,
especially the covers that were designed. The cover gives you a rough idea
of the content the cover is basically an image of the summary of the CD.
You can never be sure of what the real contents are. One of the interesting
covers was a pop music CD cover. It had Britney Spears on it on one side and
Asha Bhonsale on the other! Cool nah! But the CD was full of Hindi Pop songs
as the list was displayed on the back side of the cover. I want to own a
collection of these fancy covers. Truly, experience these days is all about
moving images and the aspirations which the images evoke in you!
Ruwail thought me to be an interested customer. I told him I would come back
the next day and pick up a copy of one of the latest films (he was not there
the next day). Someone tried to bargain with Ruwail. Give me two for 50
bucks instead of 60, the customer tried. Ruwail refused to budge saying,
We get only two rupees per CD. What do you expect? Ruwails customers were
mainly middle-class office-goers, the government office babu types. Ruwails
USP (Unique Selling Point) was hi collection of Mukesh songs and the old
black and white film genre songs. He had people coming in continuously. In
contrast, the guy located a little distance away hardly had customers though
his fare was largely similar to Ruwails. He was standing empty and alone
with his partner.
Framed photos of Gods were being sold at Rs.10 a piece and believe you in me
once again, the stuff is worth a 100 chips sold at 1/10th the price. I
wonder where all this goods comes from? Does it get transported from the
city through the trains arriving at VT from inside to outside? Least
likely for the railway station has become a major surveillance site for
large goods packages.
The purchase of pirated CD almost made me feel empowered. I was
participating in the everyday illegality! And it felt great to trespass and
wag my tongue out to the authority. Perhaps this is the eternal rebel inside
of me showing its face like I said, I am majorly schizophrenic!
Churchgate Station: I walked to Nariman Point from VT. As part of this
route, I go by the Churchgate station subway. While standing at VT today, I
realized that every piece of space in this city has been territorialized and
marked very clearly and indicatively! When I entered the Churchgate
Station subway, the BMC proudly welcomed me into it with their loud
hoarding. As soon as I was on the border between the subway and the railway
station, which I actually see as a continuity, I found a little neon board
saying, Western Railway Welcomes You. Thats it. Spaces are no longer
about continuity they are about markings and naming! Everything is being
made starkly visible in this city!
Outside the station, it has a clean shaven look. Hawkers have been moved off
the station. The MCGM grey surveillance van stands close to watch. It is an
ugly looking vehicle, almost a replica of a mobile prison. As I walked, I
peeped through the back door bars and noticed a cycle inside it. Perhaps
this was confiscated property.
Nariman Point: I proceeded towards Nariman Point. Today I am determined to
meet Shah Rukh, the little tea-seller boy and ask him if he will speak to
me. As I started walking from my usual starting point towards the settling
down point, I noticed several little scenes of legality and illegality. The
first one goes like this:
Just close to the site where work on the seafront is taking place, I noticed
a mustachioed man, dark and with almost Ravana like looks, sitting with two
other plain-clothed officials. There were two peanut sellers standing in
front of him. He started, Tum log abhi din mein aane lage. Zara raat mein
aao (You people have started coming here in day time. At least come out in
the night.). This legal henchman, perhaps either of the police or the BMC
was in a way warning the hawkers to come out on the seafront when it is
dark. That is the time when surveillance van goes away. Thus, in a city,
illegality shows its face and operates in the dark, especially when it now
comes to the hawkers. Porous legalities, as Lawrence Liang says. The same
legal henchman is the guy surreptitiously promoting illegality in the dark
hours of the city. This mustachioed Ravana, then, in a sarkari haram-khor
like manner began to toss the peanuts and fling them into his mouth.
Obviously, the hawkers had to oblige with some freebies.
I moved towards the seafront and settled close to the pay and park site.
Shahrukh walked towards me as if he knew I wanted to speak to him. I bought
a cup of tea from him and extracted a promise that he would talk to me
tomorrow. I did not dare disturb him in his time of dhanda. But I am very
unsure whether he will turn up tomorrow, though he has promised me.
Sitting next to me at Nariman Point was a mother-daughter pair. They seemed
Hyderabadi. The daughter was telling her mother that the hawkers now stand
behind the Oberoi Hotel. The name Hilton Towers has still not sunk inside
the everyday parlance of the peoples. The mother nodded her head. Soon, the
daughter began to count the number of rooms in Hilton Towers. She said, It
is 520 rooms. Her mother was a bit startled with this count. How, she
asked. The daughter responded, If it is 260 on the front side, then we need
to double it and consider the back side as well. The mother-daughter duo
kept gazing at the hotel. It is a symbol of the citys glamour, an
aspiration of the everyday youngster to be in it someday and savour the
goodies and the fares dished out by it. But, this is after all, only a
dream, an aspiration and one lives by the constant flavours of this
aspiration. Thats enough in itself.
I proceeded to head back to home. As I walked along, I noticed a police jeep
with two plain clothed officers coming out of it and sizing up a beggar
woman. She tried hard to escape but the havaldar caught hold of her. She
pleaded him to let go off her, but he was stern and wouldnt care at all.
She was pushed inside the jeep. Then, her wailing child was picked up from
the pavement and put inside the vehicle too. Some passers-by noticed this
scene, stopped for a while, then continued. Like I said, who dare and also
care confront the police and get into legal tangles? I followed the jeep
carefully. At various points, it would halt and the plain clothed men would
walk out and look around. Perhaps this is another surveillance drive to move
the beggars off the seafront. This is only speculation for I still dont
know the real moves. As I watched this scene, the same thoughts came to my
mind public space, but where is the public and what do they do when these
legal-illegal episodes take place. Perhaps the public is savouring the
space; after all, it is not us, it is only them, the squalor of this city.
But who knows, tomorrow it might just be us in their place?
Sound of the Day: While walking towards the seafront, I had noticed a
cold-drink seller making the familiar whrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg,
whrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg sounds which I was used to hearing at
Nariman Point. Except that this time, he had a mobile cart consisting of a
plastic tub and two bottles in his hand. I felt frightened on hearing his
bold calls. Does he know what he is upto? What will happen if the
surveillance guys hear him? Almost the scene where Gabbar tells his men in
the film Sholay, Jab baccha raat ko shor karta hai to maa kehti hai, so ja,
so ja warna Gabbar aa jayega!
Image of the Day: A coffee-tea seller selling his wares from the insides of
a McDonalds thick plastic bag. These bags are produced and sold at a price
at various paan shops and with pheriwalas around hawking and non-hawking
zones. This is one such bag which has a ugly yellow colour, an ugly red and
the M of McDonalds with the curved smile. The wonder about this scene is the
image: an illegal guy, selling his wares quietly from the insides of a
corporate entity which itself has many claims running against it! Thats
globalization and urbanization for you messres!
Zainab Bawa
Mumbai
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