Sunday, October 14, 2007

Ashes to ashes

Hey there. Sorry for the silence.

I’ve just come back to Ahemdabad after running an eight day workshop with 50 people from four communities in Gujarat. We’re working to set up four local video units with these individuals, with the aim that each of these units would become capable of producing educational videos for use in local schools by the end of the 18 months timeframe.

There’s lots more that I can tell you on that front – stuff about the role of community-owned media, questions about how to improve teaching on core subjects like maths, science and so on through local stories and how kids in rural and urban parts of Gujarat that have and continue to be affected by religious, gender and caste problems. But rather than filling you up with all that, I thought I tell you a story about the system for washing up plates at the training centre where we were staying.

Dalit Shakti Kendra is a training centre with a difference. Its not your normal corporate hospitality joint with anonymous rooms and even more anonymous sessions. The centre was set up by a local organisation for Dalits – also known as Untouchables. The caste system determines that certain occupations are ‘reserved’ for certain groups in society. For Dalits, these are occupations from toilet cleaning, removal of dead bodies and animals from streets to sewage clearing. Its general means cleaning up after everyone else who’s higher up the caste ladder has finished making their mess. Some of you will know the sophistication of the caste system is such that even within the untouchable caste there’s a more-or-less official a pecking order!

Anyway, the training centre was set up in order to enable Dalits to break out of their traditional occupations by providing them with training and support in alternative livelihoods (Shakti means power in Hindi).

On our first day at the centre I was finishing my lunch and saw that everyone was going outside with their empty plates. Some of the others who I was with had gathered around a small table with their large metal thalis. I walked over and saw them gathering some grey powder and putting it into their dirty plates.

The use of ash as a cleaning agent is quite common across rural India and at DSK the process starts with how the food is prepared. Huge pots and pans (I’m talking vats big enough to get seriously lost in) are used to prepare the curry, rice and dhal for the people at the training centre. Local wood is used for the cooking fires. And the resulting ash is collected in small metal basins and placed on a small table outside.

After we’d had our dinner we took our greasy plates over to the washing up centre, dropped a couple of handfuls of ash into dirty thali and scrubbed out the grease with it. After this there are a series of five basins one filled with plain water for rinsing, a second filled with water with a very small amount of soap and two more for rinsing. Once we’d soaked up the grease we got rid of the ash and then dipped our way through the four basins and with a bit of elbow grease. What we each ended up with was a clean plate ready for drying. After returning the clean plates to the dinning hall, magically there are four hundred plates ready for the next meal.

I found the system interesting from an environmental point of view; with hundreds of people to cater for each dirty plate ends up using a very limited amount of water and instead of non-renewable chemical soaps and detergents it uses the by products of the fuel.

But what I found even more fascinating is the underlying questions about our ways of living together that it raised. The design seemed to be asking me about whether oppressions are perpetuated by what we do or by how we do them. There is an argument that because plates need to be washed its better to pay someone to do that for you and therefore create a job for them. But I wonder, is the situation quite different in a society where certain groups are trapped in these types of role because of the existing social norms and structures? How similar is this argument become to saying that it is okay kill someone because it creates a job for a grave digger?


rupesh

7 comments:

Chris Seeley said...

Hi Rups - I love this story - its very vivid, the way you wrote it. I ahve a pile of washing up waiting for me downstairs and it makes me think (again) about day to day mindfulness.
Sounds like you have been working really hard so far - how "Euro" are you feeling in this context?
Chris x

Unknown said...

Hello, Rupesh We used to wash plates and pots with ashes and water now I have completly forgoten about it you just reminded me. In kitchen when we do washing how much water we waste.
from Manjuben

Sidrah said...

Rooops - fabulous to hear from you. A couple of points 1. Why wasn't I on the orginal DL for Blog Ch1 (LOL) 2. I have always said how much I love to hear you talk as you talk like a book reads (does that make sense?) and now the resemblance is uncanny! Can't wait for Ch3. Take care mi dear. Sidrah xx

Rumit said...

Hi Rupesh

Good to hear from you - keep sending us details of your experiences.

I also remeber that in Kenya we used to use sand for the same reason. In London, however, I think it could be a little difficult! (Going out in the middle of winter to grab some ash/ sand to clean my plate, doesn't appeal somehow).

So - what are the people in Ahmedabad like? I have heard that you cannot trust anyone and you need to be on your guard 24/7. Is that true? or is it generalising too much?

Unknown said...

Lovely to hear from you Rupesh and fascinating to hear about the washing up (never thought I'd hear myself say that..)
Just out of interest what happens to the grease laden ash?
Breezy autumnal wishes from Bath
Carole
x

Rupesh Shah said...

Some quick responses...

Chris, I'm feeling mildly Euro when I insist that 8.30 on Friday evening is no time to start a meeting!

Mum and Rummit, its great to remember that there's more than one way to wash a plate...a victory for diversity training!

Sidrah, in reverse order of your points. Point 2. 'the resemblance seems uncanny', huh? Are you saying I look like a book? Point 1....because of this type of comment.

Carole, the dogs that roam around the place eat up the scraps they find edible and the rest...well I don't know for sure, but I think it may go into the community-owned, organic recycling site, which is quaintly known as the side of the road!

Rummit, Ahemdabad folk are a group of people who sometimes make sweeping generalisations about whole populations of other people on the basis of their own limited interactions, untested beliefs, fears and need for proving their own identity as superior to some others! So far, then, I think that they are just as normal as me.

Bye...

Anonymous said...

You've already run an 8 day workshop for 40 people! How did it go? Did you enjoy it? Did the participants enjoy it and learn well? Did you get a rest afterward? Are you feeling energised by all this, or daunted? Or both? And are there good people there you feel in tune with and able to trust, share, evolve ideas with?
I also love the washing up image. A lovely story. More of these please.
Kxx