Sunday 30 April 2023

Qatar - the Rocky Fuwairit Beach

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Leisure - William Henry Davies

WHAT is this life if, full of care, 

We have no time to stand and stare? 

No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass, 

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight

Stream full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care, 

We have no time to stand and stare. 

That is the spirit from which I live in Qatar now. (By the way, the piece was shared in the school, as part of DEAR - Drop Everything And Read - in connection with World Book Day celebrations)

Qatar Peninsula offers plenty of camping spot, with almost 90% of its boundaries having the Arabian sea and the terrain offers any number of sites for exploring - being with the nature, enjoying the air, watching the sky, do some cooking or in the cool of the evening or night to have a barbeque set and have a good time with your family or friends, rest for a few hours in the lap of gaia and wake up to see the sun risijng in joyous red, and in time rising to its glorious power, indicating to all the relaxing campers that it was time to go. 

This time we tried to discover the Rocky Fuwairit beach - this is on the east of Qatar to its North, just about 20 kilometres away from the northern tip of Al  Ruwais. About 100 kilometres from Doha-Jadeida, you exit the speedway which took you there in just 1 hour.  You turn to Madinat Al Shamal - Al Gharya Rd road and after 2 kilometres touch a stretch off-road, and rock formation rising to some 50 to 60 feet appear, with some unique abundance of desert vegetation around.  You  stop, park your vehicle, and climb up the rocky terrain, and reaching the top, you are greeted by the salt smelling cool air of the night, the calm and shallow waters of the Persian Gulf and a starry sky.  Though the stretch of sealine appears crowded for the place and the time, each group is having their own private space with no one else to bother. Some are cooking, some barbequing, some singing, some listening to music, some dancing and some making an effort to fish! Unthinkable freedom and safety! 

The water is shallow, the bottom strewn with stones; some venture out to look for crabs or some shell-fish. 

The summer is begun, but it is still comfortably cool at night. 

The rocky terrain gives a unique feel and view and excellent atmosphere for camping.  We have brought our stuff, but make use of the coal fire for baking some sweet potatoes. These Kenyan sweet potatoes, apparently don't get baked to give that typical taste - they still gives the feel of being watery. 

The morning sun is a charming sight. A walk along the beach or on the rocky terrain is energizing. The rolled and shaped patch of stones - small and big - appeared a unique feature of this beach. the rock formation is interesting to observe, with several distinguishable layers of sedimentation and metamorphosis. Worth a lesson in school Geography. 

The surroundings manifest the unique vegetation which are very colourful and showing desert features for the storage of water.  I can't identify any of them, but am really fascinated by them.  It could be a heaven for the interested botanist. 

There is also good birding, more of bush type, and 2 or three of them having crests.  Again, I am unable to identify any of them. I spot an attractively coloured chameleon. 

We move back, and decide to stop over at the largest archeological site of Qatar Al Zubarah, a UNESCO heritage site.  It is some good 40 kms ride from the highway - but it takes just about 30 minutes. It is brightly sunny by now, but still not very hot.  The greatest attraction is the fort which is definitely renovated - but some effort to maintain the style has been made. It is a museum with useful bit of information regarding the human settlements of the area, its growth, its culture and traditions.  Again, it is amazing to note the growth of this small nation from a rustic tribal land relying almost entirely on the renewable resources of fish and pearl, and perhaps some very basic animal husbandry into a modern, opulent nation, where the citizens feel themselves as a class apart, and having very little to do with the traditional occupations or related natural resources.  There are still digging and studies going on. 

A kilometre from the fort there is a heritage village - Ain Muhammed - still in the making under Qatar museum.  But there are facilities for overnight stay and clean toilets, and a dining area with provisions for food. 

Another kilometre away from the heritage village, towards the Zekreet beach side,  is a very unique art installation of 20 giant circular mirrors placed on the huge scircular steel frames, giving an aerial vision of tables set.  The top is white, but below almost 15 ft from the ground you see reflecting mirrors.  The art is meant to reflect the viewer and the earth on which she stands! Two sets of crossed steel circles and 3 single circles complete the frame set against the desert in an enclosed campus of about 10 acres with hardly any vegetatation besides the typical desert grass.  The visitor is required to walk almost a thousand steps to reach the installation, which could be bit demanding in the sun.  So the perfect timing could be early moring or evening around sun set. That timing is said to have other effects on the shadow as well. However, the air was cool, and the breeze continuous once we reached under the shade of the mirrors.   The artist is Olafur Eliasson and it is named: The Shadows Travelling on the Sea of the Day.  Wonder and admire those who have been willing to sponsor the modern architectural art. 

There is no any entry fee for any of these features at Zubarah. 

Another two kilometres of bumpy ride off-road, and you get to see the Zekreet beach.  A large section is enclosed with no acccess to the public, but there is still sufficient area open to the public.  There are some boats visible.  But with the stone-strewn bottom, it is not inviting to enter the waters, though the the desolate area in itself is pleasing to the eyes. 

Both in the camping area and on the sea coast, the omnipresent plastic waste makes its mark. The humans are incorrigible.  The self-conscious homo-erectus/a apparently is quite unaware when it comes to the casual way in which s/he treats the base of one's existence, and the immense harm being done to oneself and future generations of all species! May God of the planet save us!  (I am not happy that we also have generated plastic waste - the trip is not fully under my control.  However, my young companions have ensured that no bit of waste is littered around, packing away everything to dump in appropriate place). 


Wednesday 26 April 2023

Save our Wealth, Cycle to your Health!

A Bicycle Trip to Net-Zero Target 2050

Featured in The Teenager Today.  June 2023. pp. 18-19
1.5 degree centigrade - to maintain the average temperature rise within the limits of 1.5 degrees above the pre-industrial era temperature is the target the world nations have agreed upon at the Paris summit in 2015. A major contributor to this cause is said to be fossil fuels, of which one major source is automobiles - around 21%, next to power-generation sector which is around 38% (2021). This is a domain, which can be radically altered by individual mobility choices, thus contributing to the 1.5-degree c global targets. 

Two nations that lead in this direction through individual mobility choices of the citizens are Nederland and Denmark in terms of percentage of urban trips, where as China and Japan are said to lead in terms of total trips. It is said to be a smart urban policy for developing countries like India and China, where much of infrastructure is yet to be developed, to build cities for cycling that would lead to cleaner air and safer streets (The Institute for Transportation and Development Policy, New York). It is learnt that Kochi metro does that. 

But a sample study by Statista involving about 1000-5000 respondents from each of the participating countries by Statista revealed that 36% of Indians used bicycle as their means of transportation for work. Though valid conclusions are difficult to be arrived at on the basis of such studies, thanks to unaffordability, many of the rural Indians still use bicycle as their means of transport. However, from my experience of the North Indian cities of 1980s, the present-day cities are choking with motor-cycles which appear to have replaced the bicycles by more than 50%.  That is not a studied assessment, though. 

Some Bicycle History

Though there are conjectures and stories tracing the initial ideation of bicycle to Leonardo Davinci or his followers, the recorded history finds a patented machine that can truly be claimed to be forerunner of the present-day bicycle in Laufmaschine (running machine) of 1817, patented in 1818.  It was designed by baron Karl von Drais, a civil servant of Baden in Germany, after whom it was also called Draisine. It is also called Dandy Horse and Velocipede.  It is assumed that the starvation death of horses due to crop failure in 1816, prompted him to find a mobility substitute for horses. It had a wooden structure and iron wheels, and moved by foot-pushing. By 1819 it had become the craze of London, with a more ergonomic design. In 1853, Philip Moritz Fischer of Schweinfurt, Bavaria, introduced pedal to his bicycle. However, it was Pierre Lallemont who holds a patent for the first pedalled bicycle in 1863 in the US. Late 1860s saw addition of solid-rubber tyres, which gradually changed its status as 'bone-shaker'. Further adaptations and mass production in England and New England led to bicycle becoming a popular machine, but still affordable only to the upper class.  The other major developments on the bicycle were the introduction of rear wheel chain drive in 1880s and pneumatic tyres (John Dunlop) in the 1888.

By 1920s automobiles became popular in the US and bicycles (usually called ‘bikes’) began to be treated more as a children's toy, whereas in the Europe it still retained its popularity. However, US and several European countries have still promoted ‘biking’ by way of ample provisions of dedicated bicycle lanes in several cities. US and later Japan transformed bicycle into a war time transport. The Japanese had bicycle troops serving the forces. It was China that really popularised the machine as the government approved mode of transport, and with the slogan 'a Flying Pigeon in every-household' truly earned the title of the Kingdom of Bicycles. 

Indian Trends in Bicycle Use

There were traditionalists in the colonial India who looked at the rare bicycle user as some moral pervert.  However, post-independence, bicycle (usually called cycle) grew in popularity as a mode of transport.    Yet, an Indian family, average in terms of income, could not afford a bicycle.  By the 1970s and 80s, many working-class and middle-class people had been using it as a means to commute to their work place.  In those days, some states or cities of the country mandated the cycles to have permits to be used, the bicycles used to have a metal badge (billa) attached to them indicating this. The arrival of more fuel-efficient new generation motorbikes in the early 90s and purchase without downpayment of the amount becoming a possibility, combinedly worked to gradually displace bicycle into oblivion in a matter of 2 decades. All the same, with 15 million cycles produced and 1 million employed, a UN study (UNIDO, 2019) placed India as the second largest manufacturer of the industry valued at $1.5 billion.

In the 1990s, as a resident student for Post Graduate programme in Mumbai, one of the first purchases I made was that of a sturdy HERO bicycle for somewhere around Rs. 1500.00. I managed to commute on that bicycle from Deonar to Sion and Dharavi, and Andheri and Malad for my field trips and visiting my friends and acquaintances, in spite of the busyness of Mumbai city which had no flyovers in those days. But today, the trend appears to be that bicycle is a 'vehicle for school going students'.  Once they complete 12th grade, good many of them find it below their dignity to use a bicycle to commute, and they almost force their parents to get for them a motorbike or a scooter, with e-scooters beginning to get popular in the last two years, and making in-roads into the grade XI-XII group as well. 

Our centres of excellence - the IITs, were remarkable for their sprawling campuses and the consistent use of bicycles by the students during the four years of their learning there.  I do not know how far this healthy heritage has been kept alive. 

Over a period of last 20 years bicycles have become a machine drastically transformed with a price range between 6000.00 rupees for the kids' bicycles, Rs. 8000 - 10000.00 for the conventional steel frame bicycle (classic as termed by Hero company) to 450,000 rupees or more for light weight carbon or titanium bicycles. The implication is that a good, modern bike is not easily affordable for the poor.  The conventional stores have almost disappeared, which typically used to do repairs and provide bicycles for rent.  When I began to learn to ride a bicycle, it was 30 paise for an hour.  You could have the bicycle for a whole day if you paid some four or five rupees. The more fashionable bike stores have emerged in almost all residential areas. However, the old-time repairs are no longer easily available. Where I reside now in Kochi, in around 3 km radius of our residence, there is just one repair shop, and the mechanic is also not always available. 

Even the trend of patching a puncture of the tube appears to be disappearing.  It is considered much easier to replace the tube than to repair it. Thus the 'use & throw' culture and thus adding to the waste dump on the face of the earth is contributed by this innocuous instrument as well. 

One tedious task in earlier times used to be that of inflating the tyres.  A pump was a rare instrument, usually available only with the cycle (repair) shops.  You could go there, inflate the tyres on your own for free, or get it inflated by the mechanic or his assistant for 10 paise.  Gradually the shops began to have an electric pump, which did the work much more efficiently, but had to be paid a rupee or two for this service. By then, more people began to have a cycle pump at their homes.  (Still the task was often tough, and in itself a very good calorie burner. I used to count up to 50 or even more pumpings, at times, to inflate just one tyre.  And in the hot summer of the North India, that itself would make us sweat profusely.) Then there appeared on the scene the modern (Chinese) pumps, light weight, easy to connect, and effortless to pump, with very minimum pressure to be exerted. More refined and handy versions have appeared, including portable, light-weight and not-very-expensive electric pumps. Thus, what was once, at least for me, a very cumbersome task, in using the bicycle, has now become a comfortable one thanks to improvement in technology. 

Bicycle used to be a family vehicle for many at one point of time. The top bar used to have mini-seats - one or two - for seating kids.  Even without that the tube served as a seat for a child or an adult, besides the sturdy carrier, which served as a seat or a carrier for goods.  (The new designs usually have a slanting rod for the top-tube, and come without the sturdy carrier, depriving the bicycle of this utility). Fish, ice-cream vendors had their big ice-boxes or basket on the specially adapted carrier by which the bicycle served as a mobile shop, and thus, a bread winner for the family. 

But bicycle has made a powerful come back from around 2010 - in its new popular avatar as a means of sport and a fitness tool.  When contrasted with 20th century trends, today safety has become a major concern and that would entail a list of accompanying gears which have become almost mandatory in many places - definitely adding to safety, but also to the cost, making the machine a little more unfriendly to the poor. 

BICYCLE DAY - SALAM (peace) Bicycle!

The month of June appears to be the most popular planet care month. With World environment day falling sandwiched between World Bicycle Day (June 3rd) and World Oceans Day (June 8th) - befittingly so, with friendly commuting the land terrain and care for the world wide water bodies as concerns affecting the environment of our common home. The bicycle day is the outcome of the determined effort of the US based Sociology professor Leszek Sibilski, in collaboration with his students for 'sustainable mobility for all', leading to the 12 April 2018 UN resolution declaring June 3rd as world bicycle day.

Indeed, I feel bicycle is indeed a symbol of peace! It is a Schumacher* like symbol of happiness in small things and of utilising technology for making things easier while making sure that that is not harming the planet. It is a noiseless (less noise!) and very less intrusive or invasive technology. The earlier editions with their metallic structure, was almost fully recyclable, but for the odd plastic 'flower' or the seat or top-tube cover used in giving the bicycle an attractive look! In spite of the non-recyclability aspects of the modern bicycle, it is still something to be promoted. 

ADVANTAGE BICYCLE - NOT JUST FOR A DAY, BUT FOR EVERYDAY!

1. As an earth friendly means of commuting, especially for shorter distance ranging from 1 to 10 kilometres, with its ability to cover 10 kilometres in less than 40 minutes of serene and effortless ride, even in a high intense traffic jam. By opting ‘cycle’ as your mode of transport you are also involved in ‘climate action’ (SDG 13) and in effect, becoming a non-aggressive eco-warrior!

2. If you want to combine it with fitness, it is an excellent muscle toner and stretcher for abdominal, thigh and calf muscles. 

3. It is recommended even when you have problems with your leg, knees or ankles which prevent your normal walk or jog (case specific). 

4. It ensures you a seat for yourself even in the busiest hours of commuting, which is not often a luxury in urban public transport systems in India.

5. It can easily carry your bag of books or laptop, with its carrier/basket attached behind or in front of the bicycle. 

6. If needed, it can carry your friend or companion or child, with no additional cost, but for the added effort or energy spent. 

7. It can save fuel and thus in covering your office distance in the range of 10 kms can assuredly save you a minimum of 40 to 100 rupees you would have to spend on a motorbike or a car every day.

8. It usually doesn't add to the traffic pollution, and finding a parking space, in general, is not at all tough for it.

9. With a little training, one can manage its maintenance oneself

10. Given an odd situation, it can even be carried - especially with the modern hi-tech bicycles weighing between just 7 to 12 kilograms. 

11. The modern electric/hybrid bicycles give the advantage for those want to combine sport and office purposes. 

Policies - Praxis

Bicycle was conceived as an incentive by some of the state governments for promoting basic education, especially of the girl child.  However, to what extent the beneficiaries continue with their studies and their bicycles is a case worth exploring. 

Those who commute to workplace should be encouraged by the employers by providing facilities for freshening up after the ride, if warranted, and also by the state (or employer) by incentivising them for every kilometre they cover on bicycle for work. I was told by a Belgian professor that the state had this system. I suggest that even a tax benefit could be thought of for the bicycle commuter. 

Even before that, the town and village planners should factor in for safe bicycle paths connecting the length and breadth of the human habitats so that individuals find it safe and fast to reach their short distance destinations. Any new road being planned should have this facility attached. 

At least, a few metros rails in India try to promote bicycle ride by making provisions for bicycles available at the station - on a pay – use - drop-at-your-destination basis. I would suggest, if the modern metros make provision for carrying the bicycle along while they commute by the train, by setting apart a bogie/car for the same (New York Metro Transit Authority permits this on its subway trains).

Schools and colleges could encourage students to use bicycle as their mode of transport.  At the college level, it could be promoted by incentivising the regular users of bicycle. 

PRAXIS

Sacred Heart College, Kochi introduced an award for all those students who used bicycle as their regular transport to the college.  We could find no more than ten with just about five being proudly regular to make use of bicycle as their mode of transport.  When a student appeared for interview after getting admission in the general merit for Chemistry, I asked him how much he weighed, and he reported it was above 90 kilos. With his parents present, I asked him to use bicycle to come from his residence at Thoppumpady, just about 6 kilometres away.  I had forgotten all about it, as I used to do that with several students.  About year later, a student reported at the principal’s office to meet him, and he was let in. He introduced himself as the student of I DC Chemistry, and reminded me of my instruction to him. He said that he was radically transformed by adhering to the suggestion, and by then he had reduced his personal burden on the planet by almost 30 kilos!! Next year, he called me up while I was travelling saying that he was calling from Bangalore, after covering the entire stretch from Kochi on his bicycle! Wow! I was bowled over! In the third year, in company of a few other students he rode up to Kanyakumari with a message of peace!

Christ University made an attempt in 2021, in its Lavasa Campus, near Pune.  The campus, almost a township in itself, lies a little apart from the city. 100 electric bicycles were introduced on the campus on part payment basis, as a facility for the students to move around.  But there was no enthusiastic response to it, and the project had to be withdrawn.

I am glad to be part of the Kochi based initiative CyKochi which is making a vigorous effort to make Kochi, my home town, (the length and breadth of which I have covered on bicycle and in which I had initiated two bicycle groups) a bicycle friendly city and perhaps, the one having the longest network of bicycle track.  I hope the dream comes true. Such citizen initiatives should come in every city and village. 

In my current post-retirement urban work-situation, I am living ten kilometres away from my workplace, and having a midday break of about 3 hours, I try to make my second trip to the office on bicycle covering 20 kilometres in a day, and saving a little above 1 litre of fossil fuel from burning, and also helping my muscles to be flexible and toned up! 

Bicycle Challenge

Now, Mr. Jose (82) from Athani, Keralam, who, in 2021, celebrated his 80th birthday in a common man's mode of adventure (unlike George HW Bush who did that with a para jump) by scaling 17600 ft Khardung La on his bicycle, is my challenge - to complete 80 years (God willing, inshallah, as we say it here) and repeat the ride after him, without artificial oxygen supply!!

And I invite my young friends, to take up the challenge, not necessarily of Khardung La, but of boldly choosing a sustainable, affordable, peaceable, friendly mode of mobility; and, be proud of being one step closer to a zero polluter planeter status! 

*Schumacher, 1973. Small is Beautiful: A Study of Economics as if People Mattered. 


<https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2015/11/why-cycling-could-be-good-for-the-economy> April 20, 2023

<https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_bicycle> April 20, 2023

<https://www.statista.com/chart/25156/share-using-bike-for-transportation-regularly/> April 25, 2023

<https://nationaltoday.com/world-bicycle-day/> April 26, 2023

<https://www.hindustantimes.com/trending/meet-josettan-the-80-yo-kerala-man-who-cycled-from-thrissur-to-ladakh-101631952777618.html> April 26, 2023

   <https://www.unido.org/sites/default/files/files/2020-02/Bicycle%20-%20Industry%20assessment%20report.PDF> April 29, 2023

Monday 24 April 2023

Christian Leadership in India - Appeasement, Expediency or Proclamation?

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A Cause to Live for - A Cause to Die for!

Sir, what is this life if we have nothing to die for? The young management professional Manjunath is said to have asked his professor Debashish Chatterjee while he was an IIM-L student.  And he literally did that - died for a cause, which he couldn't set aside, despite the non-cooperation, ill-will and threats, and the temptations.  

I watch the Hindi movie made after his life, and the contrast emerges before me of the Lord's dedicated in the catholic church, especially a few of the higher-ups in the ladder faced with the numerous allegations including mismanagement of church funds, and illegal and non-transparent collection of funds, the latter purportedly for building church institutions.  Contrasted also by their cowardly and obsequious appeasement of an avowedly anti-other agenda possessing BJP government and its leadership (as perceived by the mainstream media and quite a few of the thinking community members.  Not that there aren't thinking people who think with and justify them, and their stance). It is alleged that this is so because they are afraid to die, they are afraid to be dispossessed of their numerous possessions, and they have no cause worth to die for.  Perhaps, they may defend themselves, crudely aping St. Paul justifying his need to continue to live for the sake of the believers (Phil 1:24) saying, 'I am willing to die, but it is for the sake of the church institutions that I am trying to play along'.  The church has been deprived by the leadership of a cause that it may have worth dying for!! A cause of justice, of equality, of invincible goodness. 

In spite of the few hundreds or thousands killed or displaced in Orissa, or in several other states of India, in spite of the odd Stan Samy or Graham Steins or Sr Ranimaria or Dayabai or Mother Teresa or Sadhu Ittiyavirah, the institutional church appears to have everything to protect than give up - its institutions (of which I am very much part of) and the thousands depended solely on them! 

Even as I make these notes, the facilities of my previous work place, Sacred Heart College, explicitly a Christian, Catholic, Minority, but public, higher education institution, have been kept open to welcome the Prime Minister Narendra Modi to address 'Yuvam', a youth gathering sans any political barriers (as claimed by the organisers), but evidently organised by BJP to promote its interests.  Many have raised issues with this gesture of the SH management - whether they are doing the right thing in opening up their facilities for a programme organised by a political party of BJP's political philosophy. 

I wondered if I were heading the institution whether I would have acted any that differently.  I had invited him, as the PM of India, twice, to inaugurate and conclude our platinum jubilee celebrations, and the response was not negative.  There was the preliminary security inspection and positive reporting, but then it was COVID, and then, I vacated my office... and perhaps, there ended it. 

In spite of my reservations regarding its almost evident anti-other fundamentalist neo-hindutwa (contrasted with old -vedic(?)- hindutwa, where some of the practices considered fundamental in the new avatar as hindutwa, had never been thought of as a great virtue - e.g., the virtue of vegetarianism, cow protection, beef eating etc.), I would have easily given in for the attraction (temptation) of having the PM of India being on the campus - perhaps, that is plain expediency. I don't know, as viewed by Joseph C Mathew, the popular political analyst among Malayalees, whether this is falling for the temptation of 'worshipping the devil to obtain all the glory and splendour that he promises' (Mtt 4:9).  Perhaps, it is. 

But given the way 'Yuvam' is put across, even beyond expediency, I would have agreed.  For, it is claimed that PM will address the youth and himself will answer the questions raised by the youth. This is very significant.  Though, definitely, it is likely that the party will see to it that only comfortable questions and questioners come up, still I consider that an opportunity.  The claim is also that he will receive suggestions. It is very important not to lose any such opportunity to engage in dialogue, and I hope that SH could have set as a condition that at least 3 or 4 of its representatives (students) would be asking pertinent questions. And, apart from all these, the very name chosen, is appealing to me - for once, it has tried to shed the hindiization fad, of dropping the samvratokaaram of names that make them typically Malayalam.  I don't know whether there is such a word as 'yuvam' in Malayalam - but at least it appears evidently Malayalam and evidently implying something to do with the youth. 

But back to the vital issues - of being a Christian in the land and proclaiming one's faith - I think Christians have to grow up and stand up for this constitutional right of freedom of thought, expression, faith, belief and worship, which includes the freedom in engaging in dialogue, publicly affirming one's faith or convictions (political, religious or ideological) and changing one's stance and belief if one's conviction changes, and affirm the same, without having to manipulate or denigrate anyone, nor fear any force.  I think Christian leadership should have been asking for this right, and if required, prepared to die for it, or even forgo one's institutional powers, while perhaps also appealing for minimum guarantees for the farmers (not merely of rubber cultivators) and definitely, of equal treatment based on social backwardness of the Dalit Christians, and while at the same time, also doing all that is possible in their own limits to lend them equal dignity and opportunities for growth, treating the same as a top priority. 

The educational mission, the fulcrum on which, basically the present day Christian religious presence in India turns, should examine whether that education is conscientiously promoting such opportunities and such outcomes in its nationwide educational network. If they can confidently make an evidence-based claim to that, then the mission can be considered Christian.  A cause worth even dying for! My experience as an educator and educational administrator in Christian institution says, in spite of some token efforts from my side, that it has not been so, it is not so. We are indeed prisoners of our institutions and prisoners of the expediency that emerges out of them. And, likely,  that I am emboldened to make such statements, since I am out of them. 

 


Thursday 20 April 2023

RIDES AND FALLS - MY CLOSE ENCOUNTERS WITH THE TARMAC TURF




Another scintillating encounter with Life  (or death). Being invited by the government to attend the meeting on ASAP, the prestigious skill training programme, I made use of it as a guise to be in Trivandrim 'on duty' to transact several other pending businesses. 

 Though my plan was to go by motorbike itself, I missed the alarm, got up late, and got ready only by 6.45 and found no other way but go non-stop to be decently present for the meeting. Managed to cover 200 kms in 4 hours, the remaining 8 to 10 kms took more time.  However a stop over, change of dress, all those put together, I was at the meeting by their tea break, say around 11 am. 


After sitting through the meeting and getting acquainted with the participant colleges, managed to get away and began to go around businesses with various offices. A joint Secretary was benevolent enough to accompany me on the motorbike to some of the offices - thanks to the personal rapport developed over the years.  To agricultural minister's office, Directorate of Collegiate Education, Higher Education department, Science and Technology for CRZ clearance, To Pattom Kudumbasree directorate to meet the Director... Rather thrilled to have accomplished so many meetings in one go... Bit enthused.  Had a song on my lips... thought of treating myself well at Kollam or so... perhaps watch a movie and then go on... Started off bravely around 7.15 pm.  Slow progress - but didn't bother.  It was all going fine.  Then, something like the milkmaid's dream - a sudden flash from the opposite direction, encroaching into my side, perhaps, quick application of brake... I lose balance, and lo, I fall down... I am moving with bike on me... I can vaguely recall, head hitting the ground, but not so bad... smiling that I am not able to get up, on account of the weight of bike on me... Though it's a lonely area, there is no 'dearth of people of good will'... they come, a young man lifts the bike.  I am helped to, or on my own,  stand up - there is pain! Was that excruciating.... I don't know.  

 

However, I really felt pain.  But I sensed that no bone was broken - as previous experience with a fracture tells me that it is kind of unbearable pain, and you will not be able to manage to do something else without redressing that.   The small, goodly crowd that gathered wanted to help, take me to hospital... but to me, it all seemed a big line of nuisance - hospital, the formalities, the medicines, then the bike etc. I checked if the bike would start.  And it did.  Apparently, no visible damage other than the scratches on the headlight from 3 previous falls, got deepened into gashes now; and the crash guard on the left side, got almost crushed inside.  But that was okay.  Light was steady, no mirror broken.  something was dangling from my dress - Oh it was mobile phone with the earphone.   - apparently unscratched (with only the already existing scratches).  They advised me to go to the government hospital at Paripally, 3 kms away.  Somebody would lead etc..  As pain was persistent, a thought occurred to me to call up the monastery, ask someone to come by car and ease me.   But then the thought that someone will have to take the bike and at least, two, if not three, would have to be disturbed... I thought, I will try out.  Still a fear of brain injury sustained.  Stories of accident victims walking bravely, and then collapsing to death, came across.  I felt kind of nauseated - the taste of queer mix of the peanuts eaten and the lemon tea drunk, now started creating a vomitting sensation, though not so strong.  However, once seated on the bike, I felt less pain on the legs.  Shoulder and neck were hurting.  I was finding it stressful to keep the neck free, and something had definitely happened to it. From the joints of the vertebrae of the neck region the kind of sensation of cracking the knuckles was emerging repeatedly, which was a consolation; however, the strain did not abate. In between, there was a strange sensation - as if lightning (minnal) was going through my left knee.  (This has not stopped even today).  

 

After almost twenty kilometers of ride, I pulled up, and with wavering steps went to a medical store and got a spray.  I requested their help to get it sprayed, especially at the neck.  They were helpful, (without asking for, gave a Rs. 5.00 reduction on the MRP of the spray!) and were a little alarmed by the blood oozing from my hands, from the scratches.  There was a fairly deep tear in the left palm. The advise was to go to government Hospital or to Kottiyam Hospital which was just 3 kms away. I did have an impulse to go to Kottiyam hospital and get some relief.  But when the turn to Kottiyam arrived, I didn't feel like stopping went ahead, slow - steady 50 to 60 kms per hour.  

 

On nearing Alappuzha, I was further tempted to rest and relax and get some human consolation - There was our Punnapra monastery (long time since I had visited it), there was Palackappilly Babichan near Semetheri Bridge (Savakkotta Palam), there was Niya's home near the bus stand.  Niya's place would give the best publicity, without having to write all this.  Ideally, we should stick to the monastery.  Or to continue with the bravado, I should go on to Thevara.  Finally, as the gate of Punnapra institutions was sighted, I stopped over.  Told the guard the need to go to monastery.  He was initially hesitant - past 11 pm, strange looks, on a motor bike, a priest - rare chance.  However, when I told him the names of a few fathers and my being the Principal of SH, it clicked with him, and he opened the gate.  

 

I found it difficult to locate the monastery in the drastically transformed campus with new engineering college and international school etc.  Then the watchman sensed something amiss, came looking for me, and in a tone of reprieve (still sounding not very convinced of my credentials), indicated the monastery sign board. - the same old monastery, only that some refined furnishings have come up - tiles etc. All were in their rooms - The one available was Fr. Siji, junior to me, and we didn't know each other.  However, on my introduction, he extended the expected CMI hospitality, gave me room, asked me to have food, instructed me to have a hot water bath, and insisted that I be taken to the medical college near by.  The watchman, Sharma, a Nepali and known to our watchman Sharma, also became very pro-active and insisted that I go to the hospital, rest and go in the morning.  

 

I complied with only the hot water bath part of the suggestions. Perhaps, for the first time, while being in India, I made use of the geyser and got some hot water for bath.  Water on the wounds on both legs, knees, and both hands, was not soothing, rather causing the sensation of chilly powder being applied on wounds.  However, I managed to have a quick bath, that appeared to have comforted me.  Got back into the dress, and put on the rain coat in addition to the jacket.  It was kind of chilly. When I insisted on departing, as mature adults they did not object. And I was on the road.  

 

I was finding it a struggle to pull the clutch, as the left wrist was hurting rather well. I manoeuvered it with my right hand, adding to the risk.  But the road being now less busy it was okay. In spite of that, gave lift to 3 guys on the way.  Finally, was back around 1.15 am at the monastery.  That means, instead of the typical 4 to 4 and half hours, 6 hours.  But that was quite okay. Next day, thanks to my reporting and sharing with the students when I met them as a group.  My fear was that something regarding brain injury might emerge.  On being threatened with the likelihood of Tetanus (Dr. Moolayil was authoritatively describing, how I would have none to carry the casket. Boy, I didn't want that - Not that I was bothered about having no people to carry the pallet; rather, I was so keen to donate my body for future experiments or medical learning, and I didn't want that not to happen, just because I did not take an anti-tetanus shot!) I called up Dr. Rosamma (our good old, Dr. Rosamma Vincet Njavally who was there from my childhood times) and got a shot of anti tetanus vaccine - TT? It had to be taken within 24 hours, and it was not yet 24 hours. (Dr. Rosamma refused to be paid, but on insistence, assured that it will be given in the composite bill to the monastery.  I reminded Fr. Prior regarding this, and he assured that payment will be made during the Easter feast).  I plan to do the whole course - next shot after 6 weeks, and a third one after six months, which is said to cover one for 5 years!! Bindaaz!  Implies that I am determined to get injured again? Not really, but in all likelihood, it would happen.

The nurse, in addition, also did some cleaning of the bruises and applied 'murivenna' on them! I was a bit surprised, but had no objection.  Refused dressing, and the prescription of any analgesic.  Till now, my experience is that, wounds get healed, rather quickly and without any medication.  Hope that status would prevail.  That also means, no diabetes!! May God sustain me like that! I had become much better off, that from the hurtful movement and difficulty in climbing down the steps in the morning, I was feeling okay to walk around and bicycled to her clinic and back.

 

The very next day, that is, yesterday, I rode my sports cycle up to Ayyappankavu for attending a meeting on wet land conservation.  I had no great difficulty with that, in spite of the sun (scorching for many).   However, at night I got panicked.  I slept around 11.30 pm.  And at sharp 1200, there was some rumbling in my right  ear, followed by excruciating pain - the kind of pain that I suffer sometimes during flights (esp. the ones to Delhi, more so with indigo).  The sound was that of some foam or liquid moving in the ear.  I feared whether some insect - a cockroach or ant had entered the ear - which means, likely to enter the brain!! (Aside: My rooms are generally infested with ants - as they merrily feed on the tid-bits that lie around after my consuming some sweets or peanuts, that come by may once a while.  But we used to have a real understanding not to disturb each other.  Even when I lie down, they go their way, without harming me, focusing on their job.  But things could change!) Or was the impact of the fall?  Pain didn't get abated and the rumbling sound also persisted.  It was a first time experience. I thought of waking up someone and going to a hospital...  However, did some twists and turns, and exercising the jaws - opening wide... The sound seemed to stop.  And the pain also ceased.  Feared whether I could get sleep again.  Then I thought I would sit up and read, and see if there was need to go to hospital. I felt it was safer to do so, as it was a matter of hearing and brain etc... All the same, I lay down, rather awake.  But in no time dozed off again, only to wake up in the morning around 5.30.  

 

So that was my tryst with the fifth of bike related encounters.  First one - a fall from the show room as I purchased a new bike (Bajaj KB 100) and got out, the fall was some 6 feet down, resulting in a deep cut on the palm - but the bike still in tact; the second enroute Bangalore, at Coimbatore at night, hitting behind a container truck lying on road, with no reflectors behind, that was again ok. I could get up, in spite of  hurting my wrist and palm, could reach my destination as planned. The third was a minor skidding near Jawahar Lal Nehru stadium at the turn, on account of loose sand and gravel there, only scratches on the headlight; the fourth was a narrow escape, en route to Kothamangalam after Kolenchery, when in the rain during night time, a car overtaking us, hit us while it got to the left-hand side after overtaking.  There was severe injury to my shoulder and knees, but still managed without hospital and medication, and completed the trip. And this was the fifth in the series.  I am grateful - that no bone is broken, that I could complete the trip, that I didn't have to take rest till now, that the bike is still okay - though the crash guard (rod) near the left pedal is broken and I am still alive.  

 

All this appear still fine, when compared with the gusti (khushti - hindi) I have to do with the small group of rebellious students who are bent on creating some nuisance on a daily basis.  That is something like the Our Father, it is becoming part of the daily bread!! O Lord, deliver us from evil! Amen! The other lesson is that bike is a jolly good fellow - a real toughie, and if you have health to manage it, the best bet for travel in this terrain. I love that.  The Honda Unicorn I use now, has completed almost 73000 kms. If I could complete 100000, now, I am not averse to having a good bullet, and as soon as I am relieved of this job, to go around the country for a long exploratory trip! By the way, if there is a sponsor for the new bike - WELCOME!!

Tuesday 18 April 2023

HERITAGE CHANGES

Heritage changes! Never thought thus.  But indeed it does. You and me, are all part of building heritage - some very perceptible, some, very subtle, some positively impactful, some, even though unwitting, negative. 

On this day, the first agenda is to get to know our heritage - as a family member, as a member of a community (faith, linguistic, regional), as someone belonging to a particular nation, and as a planeter - a global citizen, proud of the whole planet with its unique diversities as our heritage.  This is an unending and life-long exploration and celebration.  You get to know just one bit of it, every time. 

The second agenda on cards would be, if possible to experience any one of them - especially heritage monuments or sites. In my all India ride, I was blessed with many such - of which my visit to the ancient universities of Nalanda and Vikramshila and the ancient Indus valley site of Dholavira in Gujarat.  Just being there and sinking into the heritage of the nation was a great experience.  Wanted to spend more time there, but could not.  I regret that Bamian Buddhas, the great world heritage, are no more - even if I visit Afghanistan, they can't be seen. I also regret Babri Masjid, the vandalistic demolition of which we all witnessed live on TV.  These are instances when religions and cultural fundamentalism tend to miss the value of heritage, and tend to promote extremism rather than accommodation and tolerance for furthering peace.  

The third agenda for heritage day is to reflect on what heritage we build and leave for the posterity.  At Rajagiri, I would love to see the alumni looking back and recalling with pride, thanks to Rajagiri heritage (i) we do things in time, (ii) we keep ourselves fit, (iii) we don't generate waste, or at least, definitely, manage it and (iv) we care for the planet as our common home.  If this can be enusred, I think, we are doing a very meaningful work, we are on a very meaningful mission. 

Yes, we become heritage builders! 

Qatar Heritage

Living in Qatar, I look at this pheonomenon with real wonder. What transition in culture - what was the heritage of Qatar - fishing and pearl harvesting, a very close-to-nature kind of heritage, is now a matter of history and museuems.  The modern Qatar, at least from my survey of the past one year, has this only in its memory.  I don't know how far the Qataris cherish this heritage. What they are leaving is the heritage of a modern, urban, petro-based, prosperity tinged heritage; to which, of late, a deliberate effort to add sustainability is observed. Will the next generation have sustainability as a hall mark of its heritage?  I do not know. 

I was happy to read in the newspaper that Qatar's contributions by the file 'The Palm...Knowledge, Skils, Traditions and Practices' has been added to the UNESCO list of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity.  <https://www.gulf-times.com/article/659619/qatar/qatar-awarded-certificate-on-date-palm-file> April 19, 2023. 

The term used for the great seers in Jain tradition is 'teerthankaraas'.  It literally means 'bridge builders'.  Every human is called to be a teerthankara by building bridges between the generations, by conserving the heritage and by transforming it through one's meaningful additions. 


Friday 7 April 2023

MAUNDY THURSDAY - PASSOVER FROM RITES TO RIGHTING RELIGIOUS PRIORITIES


MAUNDY THURSDAY - PASSOVER FROM RITES TO RIGHTING RELIGIOUS PRIORITIES

J. Prasant CMI

We, Keralite Christians, refer to Maundy Thursday, as pesaha.  It is an indigenized  (Malayalam) version of the Syriac/Aramaic term peshai, which means Passover. I got curious about the 'maundy' of Maundy Thursday.  So I look up, and figure out that it is from the old French word 'mande', in turn from Latin 'mandatum' which means 'mandate' - So most likely referring to the new mandate Jesus gave on the last pass over night he celebrated with his first band of messenger disciples (Jn 13:34). 

Catholics - perhaps, other Christian denominations as well - celebrate the establishment of the sacrament of the eucharist, of the sacrament and institution of priesthood, Jesus' pass over from this life to the eternal and glorious one through the path of suffering and death. 

On this maundy Thursday, to me, the issue of assuring that there is no one forced to go hungry is the fulfilment of the Jesus-mandate.

Though not all the hungry are bothered about ‘bread’ as such, bread is symbolic of what satisfies hunger – be it rice, banana, casava or yam.  Bread is symbolic of all that.  Perhaps, the twin influence of the Christian and English literature has served to make this a universal symbol.

While we happily remember Jesus’ last supper where his symbolic act of sharing the bread among his disciples (Jn 13) had taken a sacramental significance, I regret that the aspect of fellowship of the meal, of eating together around or without a table, and the feel of being one among the others - equal, is an aspect the Christian celebrations appear to be missing out, perhaps, need to reinvent.  Some stray instances of such fellowship meal on rare occasions are observed to have been initiated.  Even otherwise, I see Jesus’ life on the whole, as a life where bread had been a major theme across its various junctures.

To begin with he was born in Bethlehem, which literally meant ‘house of bread’.  The next specific mention about bread is by Jesus himself, as he sets on his great mission of announcing the good news.  The preparatory abstinence from bread culminates in a temptation to go beyond the human limits to obtain bread.  He transcends that with the power of the word of God – reaffirming human existence beyond the physical life and its sustenance “for man does not live by bread alone” (Lk 4:4; Dt 8:3).  Jesus’ first public appearance is again on a bread-scene, though not a typical one, where the hosts of a marriage feast were in jitters.  And Jesus goes beyond the ordinary plane to ensure abundance of wine, something as important as bread for a typical marriage feast (Jn 2:1-10).

We see him having compassion on the multitude that follows him, as he feels bad that they did not have food, and hence, hungry.  Again, an act of the divine is seen, with the bread being multiplied, and there is enough for everyone, and more! At times, the act is said to be not exactly multiplication of bread, but increasing the horizons of the heart, where everyone who possesses is inspired to share that there is enough for everyone.  A lesson that says resources are for everyone, and not for those so-called owners (Jn 6:1-13). 

We also find a very strange Jesus, quite unlike him, whose words like a curse – produce direct effects – a fig tree showing signs of fruit (food) bearing, is without the same, and Jesus’ exclamatory remark leads to the destruction of the fig tree. As a follower of Jesus, I find the incident not digestible, still I read Jesus’ concern that there be no pretentions as far as the responsibility of food production is concerned (Mk 11:12-14).  He would prefer the claims of being productive are fulfilled without fail; and no doubt, he also  insists on everyone capable, to be productive and contributing to the common good; to the common pool of resources within one’s limit (Lk 19:11-27; SDG 12 Responsible Production).

I am struck with the common sense approach of the great Son of God.  He raises up the young girl, thought to be dead.  The first thing he says is that she be fed, for she might be hungry (Lk 8:55).  What a common-sense care! I had acquired the skill of going around without necessarily having the customary meals, and gloated over the ability.  And when, on rare times, other ‘ordinary human beings’ used to regular meals accompanied me, I never bothered to make sure that they were fed in time. But having had some such promptings from some wise seniors, I learnt the lesson to be solicitous in their regard.

It is at a festive meal that Jesus declares his unique mandate, sets a radical symbolic example of Christian leadership, and institutes what we now mystify and reduce to a mere ceremonial ritual, and further ritualising the rituals, and practically, confining and restricting catholic Christianity to the legalistic ritualistic observance; about rubrics of which we have factional fights and on account of which, we have to close down our assembling places (making the temple of God, literally, a den of rogues and robbers) – yes, let those cathedrals (seats of power and pomp) be closed down, and Christian life as celebration of service, forgiveness and sharing, emerge!

We have sucked out all the joy and festivity from our eucharistic celebration, it is at the best a pious ritual, and more often a pompous sombre ceremony which does not relate to life, where people come together are not there in joyful mutuality.  It is something of a subject-ruler encounter, with Jesus/God being more of a spectator, than an involved party or part of the experience.  That is where, I am afraid, the Bible-wielding neo-pentecostal brethren with no specific days other than the weekly Lord’s Day, with the bare minimum of rituals or symbols apparently drawing energy from their gatherings!

I cannot forget that Jesus’ second turn of 40 glorious days after the ignominious crucifixion, with several occasions of his boundary-free presence, had almost invariably been occasions of meals.  At times, his presence being revealed when they begin to bless the Lord for the bread (Lk 24), other times, he himself preparing food for them (Jn 21). 

Jesus calls us to live life abundantly (Jn 10:10) – celebrating it within all its limitation, with all its possibilities.  Our coming together, our eating and drinking together should all be in his name and befitting him, and leading to a richer life (of abundance of goodness) and of sharing what we have, of caring for each other, and enjoying the goods of the world. A hymn describes Jesus as ‘feasting with men, fasting alone’. 

Pesaha –Bread for the Hungry: An SDG perspective of the Maundy Thursday Celebrations

I hope our lenten observance becomes a celebration with the ‘Lord’s-fasting-alone’, and the ‘Lord’s -feasting-with-men-and-women’ (as the hymn 'Love is His Word' famously sings), of the good things of the world, and conscientiously making efforts to ensure that these goods are there for all, for the coming generations as well – food for all (including those non-human fellow creatures) – SDG 2, health for all – SDG 4; water for all – SDG 6; energy for all – SDG 8; and consume responsibly and produce responsibly, reducing wastefulness and avoiding waste – SDG 12, and cherish and nourish the diversity that can ensure food security (SDG 14 & 15).  And above all, collaborating with each other – at least among the very many brands of the followers of Christ – to ensure that there is no hunger and deprivations; replicating Jesus’ magic formula of sharing the resources (not discounting such happenings even now).

In the context of Keralam, generally the Holy Eucharist as symbolized by the consecrated bread is translated into Malayalam as 'divya kaarunyam' (divine mercy).  I would suggest that the celebration is to be extended to the daily life and relationships where the poor experience the daily bread as the manifestation of 'divya kaarunyam' and consequently burst out in thanksgiving (eukaristia - Greek).  So, the best practice of celebrating eucharistic sacrament would be that of ensuring basic food for your neighbour around.  If it is done with a sacrifice of some sort on your part, it becomes all the more Christ-like. 

I feel a right Christian practice and the proof of one’s being Christian would be that within the geographical area of a given Christian community, there is no (human) being that has to go hungry.  That would be the true Eucharistic challenge and praxis, beyond the ritualistic shows and show-downs.

Note: This year, our school has committed itself to the sustainable development goal no. 2 of zero hunger.  What, a school - considered premium class, and having children who are rather well-to-do, and in a situation like Qatar, where, as such poverty or hunger is not visible – can actually accomplish, is a moot question.


A Good Friday in the Skies

Doha to Kochi – A Good Friday in the Skies

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I forsook one Good Friday congregational prayers.  Let that be another experience! Being an ordinary believer, in spite of the hard earned ministerial priesthood is a humbling experience.  You are no longer the cynosure of those called together! You are just a him! A mere nobody or somebody out there! A good lesson in humility. But I still would have put up with it, after the experience of a year behind me, but for the very attractive proposal of the flight rates of Etihad Airways.  Never before had I attempted that either.  When I shared with somebody that I got a ticket for that price, many felt it was unbelievable. So more of an exercise in poverty?  I shifted my good Friday practices for the day before, with a rather rigorous fast and time exclusively before the Lord (?). For once, my Good Friday is made good with the Lord of the skies!

It was a long day, and I had to start off early morning. It was already around 12.50 am, I thought it was better that I kept my passport and some liquid cash ready, which were kept in the locker for safety.  I tried my code, and the locker was not being responsive. Initially I thought I’d let it go, as money could be obtained once I reach there as well.  I recalled that even my passport was there in the locker.  Tried again, to no avail. Called up the front office, Jabir, the Bangla boy at the desk was alert.  He knew this could happen, but had no clue. So, the manager had to be called. He was called up, and he gave a set of instruction, which again proved futile. He goes back. As I found it was pointless staying awake, I crawled under the quilt, and was almost falling into a good sleep, then I heard the doorbell. Opened to see, Jabir all set with some tool kit.  So, the locker had to be forced open but with keys, not having to break it down. With the manager Sunder guiding, that was accomplished.  I managed to fetch some necessary cash and the passport.  So that was fairly a good Friday ordeal for one missing the good Friday rituals.

For a resident or a citizen, travelling to or from Qatar has now become very easy with all the national borders becoming automated.   The passage is accomplished in no time.  (But the normal visitor is put to hard test – getting visa itself is a very cumbersome process).

The flight took off five minutes ahead of schedule. The desert of Qatar with its urban Doha along the blue calm waters of the Persian Gulf is left for the capital of UAE, Abu Dhabi. It is just a 40 minutes flight, over the shallow sea, almost translucent and revealing its bottoms.  We take off, and then, land. 

Abu Dhabi, with all its prestige of being the capital of the great economic power house of the middle east UAE, is no match for Doha, at least, as far as the air port and its facilities are concerned.  We have to undergo the ceremony of security check once again, though this time, it appears more or less perfunctory. 

But the gate no. 60, supposed to be the rendezvous for the Malayalees bound for Kochi, is not accessible.  And no seating for the hapless passengers.  Fortunately, I find the border for the indoor plants with a steel wrapping and its top not angular, apparently a deliberate substitute for the passengers in transit to rest their seating and thus relax their calf muscles till the waiting lounge is open.

However, regarding access to the free Wi-Fi, Abu Dhabi fares far better.  No question asked, no answers sought. It is free. Whereas the hi-fi Doha puts you to any number of troubles before you get access to the wi-fi, and having taken the trouble, you don’t feel the access is free any more.

Abu Dhabi has some delay.  The flight to have taken off at 14.10 finally leaves at 14.28.  Then it floats over an immense and expansive mountain folds of a rare desert terrain – more than half the distance they appear dusty hills and valleys, and then rocky terrain, intermittently spotted with human habitations, making one marvel at the sheer tenacity of the human race.  How they survive in such terrains – far far from any source of water, hardly any green spot, directly under the scorching (?) sun with only occasional mobile clouds rendering the service of shade – reminding one of the exodus days of Israel when they were herded under the cloud by day!!  I could see hardly any roads, and still clueless regarding the water source – to find the white patches of human habitation across the undulated, menacing, grey and brown hill terrain of Arabia!

Full 40 minutes flight across such terrain and you meet the vast blue.

The ocean – in spite of its smallness among the mighty oceans, Arabian sea spread with its boundaries beyond the human vision, sometimes decked by clouds, as if it were one with the unbroken sky, other times, a vast expanse of blue, spotted with specks of white clouds.  And this great ship bearing some 220 humans and their belongings flying over this vast blue stretch! Indeed, a brave world, indeed the creator’s might is increasingly revealed through the mighty miracles of science wrought through human minds and hands.  

From the dry-drab-grey-brown Arabian peninsula, almost three hours at a stretch across the blue expanse, we are hitting the illuminated, populous, of course green (but not visible now at 7 pm), Indian Peninsula, well ahead of the scheduled time. What a contrast, what diversity!  The illuminated landscape is soothing.  It is unlike the roaring megalopolises like New York or the ultra-modern Doha – dazzling array of lights.  Here, as seen from above, it is sober, and a sign of life and sign of access to affordable energy for many.  The touch down is smooth.  Kudos to Etihad! This is good strategy - estimate the maximum duration, and cut down on it, and win applause.  The schedule time was 7.40.  It managed to land at 7.19! 

The earth is wet with a good Friday shower. But unlike the cool desert Doha, it is warm, sultry, stuffy, mosquito filled Kochi!

And it is still one planet, one sky, one atmosphere, one water, and one earth of the Lord!

P.S. Trying to adhere to a public transport policy – out in the airport by 7.30.  No sign of public transport, the JNNRUM buses are no longer there. Two e-buses, supposed connect till Metro are there.  There is no body around, no board indicating the schedule.  After 10 minutes, the only other passenger, who has similar thoughts, an IB officer, and me, jointly decide to get an autorickshaw, walking out of the airport. That is a good 8 minutes’ walk. After nearly 6 months of mild and enjoyable winter of Doha, I have already begun to perspire. To Angamaly bus stand it is Rs. 240.00 for autorickshaw – I never thought it would be that much. We go dutch.  At the Angamaly bus stand, there is a fairly good crowd. There arrives a bus to Palakkad, then to Mysore, then to Thrissur and Guruvayoor, then one to Pala, and another to Kottayam.  No bus to Ernakulam.  Finally, a superfast to Trivandrum arrives. I get in.  Got myself deposited in the conductor seat. It was Rs. 39 to Kalamassery. There is no mention of Re 1.00.  Now, I too have grown beyond that stage to ask for Re 1.00. But I saw the conductor being strict with luggage.  He assesses luggage, asks the passenger concerned about its weight. When the youngster reveals it is about 23 kilos, he is ‘forced’ to charge Rs. 63 for his luggage up to Ambalappuzha (about 85 kilometres), which he promises will be covered in some 3 hours.  Often, all of us, play being penny wise and pound foolish!

Now getting down at Premier junction, I walk to Rajagiri.  Fr Provincial was willing to send a vehicle to the airport, which I had declined on account of my public transport policy; but this distance, I would always love to get a ride – preferably, a bike ride.  However, now, I have no one to ask for such favours.  So, I walk.  And lo, it is just 15 minutes’ walk, and I am in my room.

So, for the day, after all the carbon of a flight (unavoidable?), I am trying to compensate in the penny-wise manner, by my carbon fast.