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Bilimbi chutney and shark curry: This Konkan cookbook draws inspiration from the past

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Food
With over 120 recipes, from salads, seafood and snacks to chicken curries and chutneys, the book seeks to revive and honour Narayani Nayak’s decades-old Konkani recipes.
It’s not uncommon to hear, especially in decades past, of a cookbook being packed into a son or daughter’s suitcase as they left their families for the first time. It was a way to carry a piece of home with you — the people around you may not look the same as you or even speak the same language, but at least you had a reliable guide to help you make pandi curry for dinner.  “Many children of my generation were not taught to cook a decent meal and suddenly realised the need for some basic skills on the occasion of marriage, or at the time of moving away from home,” said 68-year-old food writer Jyotsna Shahane. At that time, finding cookbooks that catered to regional tastes wasn’t an easy task. While some relied on letters from home, with handwritten recipes scribbled on bits of paper, others carried cookbooks that attempted the impossible task of covering the entirety of India’s vast and varied cuisine. “Books, while useful, could not possibly be said to cover any regional cuisine with any depth of knowledge,” she added.  But for many in the Konkani community, and its diaspora across the world, there was Narayani Nayak’s Cookery Craft. Sixty-eight years after that book’s publication in 1952 (and its eventual discontinuation years later) Narayani’s recipes are seeing new light as The Classic Konkan Cookbook, written by Jyotsna. Featuring over 120 recipes, from salads, seafood and snacks to chicken curries and chutneys, The Classic Konkan Cookbook seeks to revive and honour Narayani’s decades-old Konkani recipes. Jyotsna, a former documentary and advertising filmmaker who began writing her own food blog The Cooks Cottage in 2005, came across Narayani’s recipes for the first time while researching for a blog post.  “I had been eating Konkani food for years without realising that many of the recipes came originally from Narayani Nayak’s book,” she said.  Narayani, who has since passed away, was born in Karkala in Udupi district, a part of the Konkan region that roughly charts a swath of India’s western coast. Geographically, it extends from Thane, Palghar and Mumbai districts in Maharashtra, then meanders into Goa and finally winds up in Udupi, Uttara Kannada and Dakshina Kannada districts in Karnataka, though the Konkani language is also spoken in parts of Kerala.  Its cuisine is a reflection of that coast, including dishes like salads made with pumpkin flower, breadfruit curry, amaranthus dal, curry clams in a dry hot coconut masala, wood apple chutney, arrowroot murukku, shark curry and bilimbi chutney, made with a fruit similar to star fruit.  “Konkani cuisine is one of the simplest cuisines in India,” Jyotsna said. “Vegetables retain their taste as they are lightly cooked with a minimum of spices.” For Jyotsna, who lives in Pune, her interest in cooking began at the age of seven, when she was given an illustrated cookbook for children. With her mother’s guidance, her passion grew and eventually turned into a second act after she retired from a long career in filmmaking.  Her mission wasn’t just to revive storied recipes of the Konkan cuisine, but also to honour and acknowledge Narayani’s work that paved the way for so many others. According to Jyotsna’s book, Narayani learned how to read and write after she got married, and taught herself English as well. She would diligently record her recipes in cookbooks and was eventually encouraged by her family to publish them. Cookery Craft came in 1952 and 500 Easy Recipes, published in 1964, combined her earlier books Cookery Craft and 200 Recipes.  Narayani’s cookbook, last printed in 1986 and likely forgotten by generations of new cooks, has now been revised and updated in The Classic Konkan Cookbook. Drawing inspiration from Narayani’s work, each recipe has been meticulously tested and offers modern revisions to ingredients, methods and quantities written in the original books, such as seers and katoras to kilos and grams.  But more importantly for Jyotsna, Narayani had to be credited for her work. While writing her blog, Jyotsna often found that photos and posts were reproduced without permission, both on the internet and in print. Similar transgressions had occurred while working in the film industry as well, she said. Jyotsna wanted no mistaking that this was a collaboration between two authors who lived decades apart. “It became important to me that people who are the creators of a piece of art of craft be acknowledged in some way for their work.” 
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Indian flight attendant who survived 2016 Brussels terror attack recounts ordeal

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An excerpt from ‘Unbroken: The Brussels Terror Attack Survivor’, authored by Nidhi Chaphekar, the former Jet Airways cabin crew member in the viral photo.
[...] I had started feeling drowsy, and the pain had begun to intensify. I still couldn’t feel the lower parts of my legs. I was now sure I had damaged my nerves, and was also worried about the blood flow. So I asked the ground staff member whether he could place my legs in an upward angle. I don’t know what he used, but my legs were soon in a raised position.  While he was attending to me, we heard a shout from outside. I couldn’t understand what it was, but it was repeated. The ground staff who was with us immediately ran to pull down the shutter. Then he lay down on the floor. I kept asking what had happened. He said, ‘Sshh…’ and just lay flat and still on the ground. I thought maybe some of the terrorists were roaming around with guns. My breathing became faster, but through my fear, I started chanting ‘Jai Mata Di’. My eyes were closed and I was praying to God to give strength to my kids and family, even as I wondered who among us in the room would take the first bullet. As there were around five or six of us in there and my stretcher was the farthest from the door, I was sure I’d get hit first as the bullets would most likely be shot in a downward slanting angle. I prayed that even if I lose my life, this child should live as he would not have seen the beauty of this world.  After about ten to fifteen minutes, another loud, and this time, very clear voice was heard. It seemed as if the person was standing right outside the door. I made my last wish—that my kids live a healthy and lovely life even if I am unable to be with them. But then I heard a reply from the ground staff member who was inside with us. He got up and opened the shutter. I asked him in my feeble voice if everything was okay, and he replied with a simple ‘yes’. I asked him why he had closed the shutter and lain down. He replied that another bomb had been found, so we were asked to take safe positions and lie down on the floor to minimise the impact. Later, we came to know that this bomb had been kept very close to the Jet Airways check-in counter and was of such massive strength that had it exploded, the whole airport would have been demolished. He added that everything was under control now as the special-forces commandos had arrived, and so had the paramedics to provide first aid. I noticed one of the paramedical personnel entering the room. He checked my vitals, assessed my condition and tagged me. There was another lady on the first stretcher, screaming and holding the paramedic tightly. [...]  I thought to myself, now in no time the ambulance will arrive as they had tagged us. I would get the best treatment soon and I would be fine. But my eyes were closing again even though I didn’t want them to. Then I saw another team of paramedics arrive and they appeared to be heading straight towards me. One of them said, ‘We are from the paramedics team. Don’t worry, we are here to give you first aid.’  [...] Almost two hours had gone by after the blast, and by now, I was totally zombie-like. I was left with no energy and feeling very sleepy. I knew it would be dangerous if I slept, so I kept on asking the ground staff member questions. When would they take me out of there? What was the time? When would we reach the hospital? The lady who was screaming throughout was taken away sometime earlier, I believe, to the hospital.  [...] One of the paramedics came close to me and said, ‘Some more time. It’s on the way, just some more time.’ I started thinking of my kids, my son Vardaan, fourteen years old, and my daughter Vriddhi, ten years old. I believe my eyes closed for a while, and in my dreams I was talking to them, feeling sorry that I didn’t kiss them while leaving for the flight. I was telling them to be brave. That their mom would be fine soon and would join them.  I opened my eyes when I heard someone shout in French, words that I believe meant—lift her up. [...]  On the right side was a police officer. At that moment, for the first time, I felt like I was losing strength and called out very loudly—‘Someone please help! Please take me to the hospital.’ Then I looked at the police officer. He came near me. My eyes filled with tears. I expressed that I was losing strength and consciousness, and he should help me. I wanted to live for my children. He calmed me down. He told me that ambulances were on the way and would only take five more minutes. My eyes were burning, waiting to see the ambulance. He kept talking to me to keep me awake. [...] Meanwhile, the ambulance arrived and my stretcher was lifted and placed inside. The ambulance worker could speak fluent English. [...] By now my mouth felt very dry and my lips were not opening; at some point, I guess he too thought I wouldn’t make it. I told him, don’t let me sleep. He said he wouldn’t. Whenever he saw my eyes closing, he would shout, ‘Ma’am, wake up! We are almost there.’ Finally, I asked him how much longer it would take as I couldn’t bear the pain anymore. He said, ‘Just ten more minutes.’ [...] When we reached Sint-Augustinus Hospital, Antwerp, my stretcher was quickly moved into a lift. I was taken to a room where nurses and doctors were already present.  [...] Just looking at the medical team gave me the confidence that I would be saved. I knew it was very important to give correct information to the team. I told them that my legs were aching, and that they had become very heavy. I couldn’t feel them at all. They asked me to lift my leg, but I failed. As I was wearing diamond bangles, the doctors asked me if I could remove them or if they should cut them. By that time my hands were swollen and had become rotten at the top. Not realising this, I pulled out the bangles. And that’s when I felt for the first time immense pain in my hands as the skin there peeled off completely. My teeth clenched in pain, and my eyes rolled up. The pain was unimaginable. The doctor said, ‘Don’t remove the rings. We will cut them off.’ He himself hadn’t realised the consequences of removing the bangles (earlier they had assumed that I was dark-skinned but later realised that the dark skin was actually burnt skin on all the exposed parts of my body). A man cut open both my rings and chain, and my earrings and navel stud were removed. The nurse took a small plastic box and a bag to put all the things in.  [...] I gave them my husband’s number and asked them to give a call and tell him that I was fine. I told them that I was an employee of Jet Airways, but I didn’t know who would come to see me here. [...] The nurse cut my clothes that were now hanging in shreds and said they would remove the rest in the operation theatre. Before they could take me anywhere, I asked them two questions. ‘I can’t feel my legs. I know they are badly wounded. Will you amputate them?’ The nurse had no answer.  Then I asked, ‘Is my face totally burnt?’ I had by then seen what had happened to my hands. The nurse replied simply, ‘Yes.’ Instantly, I told him that I didn’t want to live. Let me die. My mind began to get flooded with negative thoughts and fears. How would I face the world if my face was burnt? What would people think of me? How would my kids and family feel? How would I continue my job? I am an airhostess and the thing we most value in our service is being presentable—we must look beautiful! My company may ask me to leave. How would I run my home then? People would pity me and I would be a burden on my family. But the nurse, Marc Hermans, consoled me gently, ‘Don’t worry, you will be fine soon.’ I was numb by then. They took me to the CT scan room. They asked me not to move. They strapped me down and asked me not to worry. I felt brain-dead. There was no reaction from me to anything they said. They informed me that they were going to do a full-body CT scan and it would take a few minutes. ‘Do not get scared, we all are here,’ they assured me. I didn’t move and just lay still. But I was still complaining of my legs feeling very heavy; it was extremely painful. After that, they took me to the operation theatre. Exerpted with permission from 'Unbroken: The Brussels Terror Attack Survivor' by Nidhi Chaphekar, published by Amaryllis. The book retails for Rs 599.
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Kshetrayya and the legacy of erasing women’s voices from erotic poetry

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Poetry
The writer remembers the women whose sexual desires and words were repressed behind a man’s identity.
Nicholas & Co, 1870
While the right wing Bajrang Dal's Valentine's Day plans get preposterous year by year, let us measure such societal anxiety about the erotic, against the nuanced role it had in the lives of our ancestors.  Just touch her lips with the tip of your tongue. Don't squeeze. Kiss her cheeks lightly. Don't scratch. Caress her nipples with your fingertips. Don't crush. Make love very very gently. Don't be wild… Is this a para from a modern erotica? No. These are lines from Radhika Santvanamu (Penguin Translations) by Muddupalani who was in the court of Maratha ruler Pratapa Simha (18th century, Tanjavur) where Radha instructs Krishna’s new bride. Tamil country’s literary history, starting from Sangam poetry, to works of Bhakti poets like Nammalvar, Manivachagar, Andal and later Annamayya are filled with ideas of the sensual. Bharatanatyam, like some other forms, has cleverly managed to keep the token umbilical cord to the courtesan performing traditions of erotic poetry, through either sanitising them or exaggerating them. Friend, tell me, who is more wicked, he or I? When lustily I jump on top  and pound his chest  with my pointed nipples, he says “That girl Kanakangi is very good at this.” I slap him hard with all five fingers. Now tell me, who is more wicked? (When God is a Customer, Translations by A. K. Ramanujan, V. Narayana Rao & David Shulman)    Credit: Gyana Prakash Collection The above padam was written by a well-known composer-Kshetrayya. Or was it? The new emerging knowledge that deconstructs Kshetrayya and declassifies padams that were pinned on him and on Madhura Bhakti (devotional love), will increase the existential anxiety of the culture guardians, particularly the dance world.  In a padam such as this, the actual sublimity is in its openness in speaking of desire. The gestures and movements used by the courtesan women were highly nuanced yet subtle. Besides, as skilled musicians they often sang the pieces themselves, making its exposition one of great artistry. But, with the 21st century burgeoning a version of Bharatanatyam that is hyper calisthenic, divorcing the dancer from music on the one hand, yet using every faculty under its wing from dramatic stage lighting, tighter costumes, husky voice overs in English, to sensual eye makeup replete with fake eyelashes, accentuating the dancer’s body, end up highlighting the erotic import of the padams. Hypocritically, while doing so, the dancer is separated carefully from the dance. The brahminical dancer of today, by merely alluding to a “universal union” of the soul to the divine (Jeevathma and Paramathma) as the underscoring theme of the padam, gets away with drawing attention to her/his own physicality, allowing themselves to be objectified but without the moral judgement weighted in by the poetry performed.  Kshetrayya was from the court of Nayaka Kings of Tamil country. Atleast 300 odd padams of his survive. Each draws a vivid sketch of the sensual pleasures enjoyed by lovers, capricious unions, and exciting lovemaking positions. Kshetrayya under the nation-state production got repositioned as a Bhakti-poet by the Telugu nationalists. He was picturized as a pious, non-sexual poet, whose only contact with the world of sensual bodily desire was through his fertile imagination. CR Reddy wrote of him, “I half suspect that he was not sensual in conduct. The imaginative abhor the real.” As scholars V Narayana Rao and David Shulman observe, both Telugu and Tamil elite recast literature and performance as national identities, fit to be preserved and pursued by respectable upper caste people, by making such apologist arguments for the erotic content.  Because these padams formed a major part of Sadir dance repertoire, people like advocate E Krishna Iyer, in the 20th century, carefully sieved them as noteworthy for their musicality but unsuitable for the “respectable family girls” to perform. This hardly met any opposition because these erotic poems connected dance to its original custodians, the Devadasis. At a time when huge public referendums on Devadasi’s morality were held, these served only as further examples to point to her moral depravity. As art transitioned into the hands of high caste Hindu women, they wanted as little as possible of its eroticism, which they believed, best suited the Devadasi’s risqué personality. Hence, women like Rukmini Devi readily censored most of these padams from the repertoire, claiming she had no taste for them.   Credit: Narthaki.com But upon closer study of the life of Kshetrayya and the several hagiographies surfacing in the 19th and 20th centuries, Harshita Mruthinti Kamath, (Emory University) makes an explosive argument that questions the very existence of a historical figure called Kshetrayya! She points to the lack of historical information about him from the Nayaka literary sources. Kshetrajna, the Sanskritised version of the name finds mention only after about two hundred years post his lifetime, in a work on traditions of music. Harshita carefully traces every legend that claims Kshetrayya’s birth and life that reshaped his history. As part of the Telugu language reform, people like Sriramamurti and Kandukuri Viresalingam began censoring the erotic content in Telugu corpus by omitting the Padam, thus Kshetrayya all together from the literary genre, until he was reclaimed by the likes of  Rallapalli Anantakrishna Sarma, Vissa Appa Rao and others who recast him as a Telugu poet, albeit not in his courtly avatar, but as a wandering saint-poet who sang erotic compositions in praise of deities.  But the most explosive argument she makes is that, Kshetrayya was a figment of revivalist imaginations and that the large corpus of erotic padams that reflect deep knowledge of a woman’s psyche and express freely her sexual desires were written by an assortment of courtesan women of the period. She does not however delve into the possible names of poetesses and courtesans, which I endeavor to do. In my research of the Nayaka period dance repertoires, I studied several works by courtesans who were erudite. For example, in the court of Raghunatha Nayaka were Ramabhadramba, Madhuravani, Krishnatvari and others. During the reign of Vijayaraghava Nayaka thrived Pasupuleti Rangajamma who wrote prolifically in eight languages alongside Krishnajamma, Candrarekha, Rupavati, Lokanayaki, Bhagyarati and others. Many of them composed padams which portrayed relationships; emotional, physical and social between the female lover and her deity / King / customer. Another compelling evidence one is able to add to Harshita’s conclusion is that, among the Nayaka period repertoires, there was one Nava padamulu. Nava to mean new, contemporary padams by a variety of composers, were performed in the court every day. Several of the “now attributed to Kshetryya” padams debuted there, through the courtesan voice and never in that of a Kshetrayya’s.  However, given that a poet named Kshetra/Cashatreya/Kshetrya features in various sources between 18th and 19th centuries, one can assume that there might have been a poet Kshetrya in Vijayaraghava Nayaka’s court. But let us not forget that Ramabhadramba, Rangajamma, Madhuravani and later Muddupalani and Nagaratnammal fall in the long line of audacious female figures from literary history, who wrote of the sensual pleasures and female sexual desires in an unabashed manner. More importantly, they did so in a society whose culture found nothing debased about sexual desire. The non-kshatriya ruling class of Nayaka Kings, celebrated these erotic poems as reflective of their championing every realm of desire to live and conquer. But 19th and 20th century Tamil country was drastically different. Through a collective of brahmin saviours, social reformers, nationalists and Sanskritists, the agency of the courtesan; body and voice were systemically suppressed. The construction of a “male” poet Kshetrayya through whose pen  women seemed like exotic creatures epitomising excessive sexual delight, was a product of the complementing processes of colonialism and patriarchy.  What do we do with Kshetrayya now? The fact that the erotic padams were not only performed by courtesans but also authored by them is bound to acidify the pit of the stomachs of dancers and moral polices. Women composers suggesting sexual promise, untiring sensuality, unlimited desire (to borrow the words of Edward Said), will elicit a complex response; a threat, a frightening self-discovery, in a society that devalued these women within inherent brahminical cultures and Victorian values that made assumptions about the promiscuous exotic Devadasi/courtesan.  As Said says of Orientalism, here too the forces discovered a way to clothe, disguise, rarefy, and wrap the padam in a shroud of virtuous masculine voice as a desperate attempt to hide the woman’s voice which ferociously articulated her sexual desires. Are we prepared to hear these padams in its original, female, liberated tone, sans the undercover of discipline, rationality, utilitarian value and knowledge of divinity?  I agree with Bajrang Dal’s plan of celebrating today as Martyrs day. The courtesans, who represented a society that wasn’t afraid of desire and sex, whose courage of free expression of the self was viciously muted behind a man’s identity, are martyrs in an India that threatens to shame and lynch anyone who expresses desire. Never mind that pornography is a leading industry, women/ girls are raped by juveniles and reduced to mere bodies in this country.  Dr. Swarnamalya Ganesh is a dancer and dance-historian whose work looks at the plural histories of performance in late medieval and early modern South India. She is an Assistant Professor of Practice at Krea University and Director, Ranga Mandira Academy. Views expressed are the author's own. 
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'Biryani power': Meet the Hyderabad man selling 'dakhni' t-shirts and merchandise

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The merchandise includes T-shirts which say 'Biryani power', 'Beware of sarcasm, born Hyderabadi' and even gems like 'Apan Hyderabadi hai, apne se calm or kaam dono nahi hota'.
'Sab bolo meko kaam nakko bolo’ ,‘Lite le Baap’ ,‘Baigan ko bolo’, ‘Ek to apan Hyderabadi, upar se kiraak’, ‘Apan tension lete nai, dete’. While these phrases may seem strange to a non-Hyderabadi reader, these are common parlance and typical taglines used in the day to day life of the people of Hyderabad, especially from the Old City. The Dakhni (Deccani) catchphrases are distinctive and have been used in different ways for a long time in the city. Dakhni is a unique form and descendant of the Urdu language. A youngster hailing from Hyderabad, 28-year-old Syed Saif, is trying to promote the language and culture in a unique manner through his business. A graphic designer by profession, Saif has designed merchandise like T-shirts, mugs, paintings and other items with these taglines and is selling them online under the 'Being Hyderabadi' brand.    A sample of the slogans on his T-shirts: 'Biryani power', 'Beware of sarcasm, born Hyderabadi', 'Chai in my veins' and even gems like 'Apan Hyderabadi hai, apne se calm or kaam dono nahi hota'. Speaking to TNM, Saif says, “A few years ago, I visited Comic Con India in Hyderabad where I got the idea to support and extend these taglines of the language differently and uniquely. Dakhni has a certain depth as a language, and its phrases are very unique."  Since he started selling the products in 2014, Saif says that his main customers have been youngsters working in the city, and several Non-Resident Indians (NRIs)."Many Hyderabadi youngsters who work in the Gulf and other foreign countries miss the the local language of Hyderabad; the language which they were taught in the lap of their mothers is imprinted in their minds. They are attracted towards the idea of T-shirts with the dialect as it has a rich and extensive literary heritage," he says.  In 2014, Saif's love for Dakhni made him set up a stall in Comic Con. The idea was new and it worked. With the success of the stall, he decided to begin selling his merchandise online.  “Dakhni has become a source of business for me. Since I launched the 'Being Hyderabadi' e-store, several people have bought the merchandise and this makes me very happy," he says.  Another big customer base for Saif, are the techies working in the city's Information Technology (IT) sector. “Techies working in the MNCs near Hitech City, Gachibowli, Madhapur and other areas like this concept as it is new for them. The response is positive. I think much more should be done to promote our language," Saif says. Mohd Suleman, one of Saif's customers, says, "We Hyderabadis love the language and its uniqueness as it has a rich heritage. That's why I love the idea of wearing the catchphrases and slang on my t-shirt with pride." Saif's e-store can be visited here. Read: From ‘Baigan’ to biryani, Hyderabadi humour on display at anti-CAA protest Wajeed Ullah Khan is a Hyderabad-based freelance journalist who writes predominantly on the issues surrounding Old City. He can be contacted at wuk040@gmail.com
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Racing to the finish: Meet Yash, 17-yr-old motor sports champion from Bengaluru

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The 17-year-old, who recently got the Pradhan Mantri Rashtriya Bal Puraskar 2020, is aiming to be India’s next Formula-1 racer.
Bengaluru boy Yash Aradhya is on a high. The 17-year-old, who recently got the Pradhan Mantri Rashtriya Bal Puraskar 2020, is aiming to be India’s next Formula-1 racer. In a chat with TNM, he speaks about how he got interested in motor sports and his dreams for the future. “I liked playing tennis, cycling and racing right from childhood. But being a part of Formula-1 has always been the dream,” says Yash. Speaking about getting the Pradhan Mantri Rashtriya Bal Puraskar this year, he says, “The nomination came as a surprise, because I believe I still have a long way to go. I was nominated by our Bengaluru South MP Tejasvi Surya. The entire experience of visiting the Rashtrapathi Bhavan was memorable in itself, but the fact that the event was held on Republic Day made it nothing short of a dream come true.” Yash’s innate passion for racing was first observed by his father Sujith Aradhya post a go-karting stint. The latter decided to tap into his then nine-year-old son’s talent and enrolled him in professional racing training. Currently mentored under Akbar Ebrahim, the racing trainer, Yash has his sights set on a bigger innings, and is grateful for all the support he has received from his school. He passed the ICSE Boards from Bishop Cotton Boys School, Bengaluru, and hopes to go the extra mile while pursuing his ambitions, without letting other areas of life take a backseat. Taking us through a regular day, Yash says, “While it’s honestly all about striking that balance, I’m really grateful to all my teachers and principal who’ve been extremely supportive of my extra-curricular pursuits. I’ve been exempted from classes during international gigs, and was given ample chances to attend special classes to make up for it. I don’t think it would’ve been possible without the support of my teachers and the management at school. Everyone around me was just focused on helping me achieve my dream—they somehow just knew that I could make them proud. I’m usually up by 5.30 am and go to bed by 9.30-10 pm post practice.” Like most sportspersons, Yash follows a prescribed diet. “I follow a balanced diet under the guidance of nutritionist Ryan Fernando. He monitors my health regularly and suggests superfoods to help me perform at my peak during races, this diet helps me build strength and stamina during training.” Yash was also nominated by the Federation of Motorsports Clubs of India (FMSCI) and represented India in the CIK FIA Academy Trophy, a Global Karting event held in Spain, Belgium and France. What’s more, Yash went on to compete at the Rotax Max Asia Series, where he finished fourth in the championship. Unlike most people his age, Yash has made a conscious choice to not be hooked to social media. “I’m on social media, but I’m not very regular. I’m not someone who fears missing out on what’s trending online. So that, in a way, keeps me aloof from trolls or the stuff people just say for the sake of it,” he says. His tryst with Formula 4 cars began in the JK Tyre FMSCI National Racing Championship with the Formula 4 BMW car in the year 2018, and MRF MMSC FMSCI National Racing Championship with the Formula 4 1600 car. He ended in the top five finish in the championship and got six podiums for that year. Armed with eight years of training and counting, Yash has bagged quite a few biggies —13 championship wins and 65 podium finishes in his journey so far. He won the title of ‘The Karter of The Year’ at age 11, and followed it up by making his debut as a Formula-4 racer in the South East Asia Championship. Not too long ago, Yash was selected by Narain Karthikeyan, to compete in SuperSpeed Chennai team. The ardent tennis buff, who’s also a huge fan of Roger Federer, believes that training in Europe has strengthened his skills set. The focus continues to be on making India dominate the Formula 4 series. At 17, Yash who seems to be grounded and wise beyond his years, has a tip for millennials: “I think, the most important thing is to know what you really like and do everything in your capacity to be the best at it. Follow your heart—it’s really that simple.” The promising sportsperson has his sights set on bigger goals in the near future. “The plans are yet to be announced with regard to where I’ll be racing this year. I will probably have to sit down with my mentors and decide on my next move. But, yes, I have my sights set on bigger things,” he signs off.
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1 in 7 moms has postpartum depression: Malayalam music video explores struggle

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The music video called ‘Jananya’ is directed by Anand Anilkumar, and touches on a subject which is rarely shown on screen.
Still from 'Jananya'
Holding a newborn in her hands, a young woman, clad in a silk sari, is walking into a house. Smiling faces are all around her, caressing the baby, celebrating the birth of a child. The husband, also dressed for the occasion, shares the mirth. But no one sees the woman’s face, clouded in uncertainty, unable to partake in the joy that’s all around her. Pain forms in the corners of her face. A Malayalam music video beginning with this scene, is about a subject little touched upon before on screen – postpartum depression. Anand Anilkumar, the director of the video, got the idea of doing something about it from his wife Sony Sunil. “She knew some friends who have gone through it. In most cases, people brush it off as something silly. Few knew the seriousness of what the women – the new mothers – go through,” says Anand, who has worked as an Assistant Director for Underworld and Driving License, and wanted to make an independent project. Anand Anilkumar The music video is called Jananya, meaning 'earth'. “We wanted to keep a name which represents motherhood,” Anand says. In the video, the woman remains unsmiling for the celebrations that continue in the house, indifferent to whatever is happening around her. She cries in the bathroom when she is alone and that’s when the husband knocks on the door and notices her suffering. They seek medical help. The second half of the video goes back to the earlier scenes of the woman entering the house with the baby and the celebrations that follow – only this time, she is smiling, looking happy and contained. “We leave it to the viewer’s imagination on how to interpret it. What we meant, however, is that in one case, the woman does not have family support and in the other case, she does. In most of the cases, women can overcome postpartum depression with the support of the husband and family,” Anand says. Anand and his friend Raam H Puthran did a month of research before making the music video. Raam did the cinematography. The actors are mostly new – Mridula Madhav playing the mother with her expressive face, and Jain K Paul, her husband. The music is by Pratik Abhyankar, and the song is sung by Gouri Sreekumar and Gireesan AC. Lyrics is written by Din Nath Puthenchery, son of late Girish Puthenchery, renowned poet and lyricist of Malayalam film songs.  The team took their concept to Mom Premium Women’s Hospital (CIMAR) in Kochi and they agreed to produce it. The music video ends with the worrisome statistic: 1 in 7 mothers struggle with postpartum depression. And a message: “Speak out, seek help, you are not alone.” Watch:
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Exploring Jummerat Bazaar, Hyderabad's 80-year-old fascinating flea market

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Jummerat Bazaar is an iconic flea market in Hyderabad that’s been open for at least 80 years.
All images: Wajeed Ullah Khan
Thursday may seem like a routine day for many, but for some locals in Hyderabad, it is time to go shopping. Once a week, the stretch between the Muslim Jung Pul and Purana Pul in the old city of Hyderabad witnesses a complete makeover. As dawn sets in, the streets and pavements of the area, which come under the jurisdiction of the South Zone of the Greater Hyderabad Municipal Corporation (GHMC), are packed with hawkers and vendors.  The area is called Jummerat Bazaar (Jummerat translates to Thursday), a place where crowds throng for their shopping needs once a week, while keeping alive a tradition that has continued for at least 80 years.   Whether it’s an old TV set or an antique watch, there is nothing that one can't find at Jummerat bazaar. That includes everything from tiny safety pins to crockery, clothes to shoes, furniture to steel utensils, blankets to old cycles. There are also electronic parts and accessories available. Although the times have changed since the market’s inception, its popularity has remained intact. People travel from every nook and corner of the city to make their purchases. The vendors hail from different parts of Hyderabad and other states as well, as do some customers. One such customer, who came to visit from Maharashtra, tells TNM, “I am a regular visitor of the Jummerat Bazaar as it is famous for items at a throwaway price. I bought many items for my home. Everything is handy here for everyone.” Most of the items are second-hand and do not come with a warranty or guarantee, but that doesn't deter customers.  Another buyer says, “I'm an electrician by profession. Electrical accessories, starters, a variety of switchboards, ceiling fans, wires and even parts of old TV sets are easily accessible here. I have never found any cheating and negligence on the part of the sellers here. This bazaar is manageable for me as the products are low cost.” he adds. Antique items are also accessible here. People who want to decorate their homes with antique pieces often lineup at the market on Thursdays. The market also attracts several coin collectors and history buffs looking for interesting finds. So where do these items come from? When contacted, the owner of a shop Anwar Hussain, who hails from Musheerabad, says, “These items have been taken from various marketplaces and collated here." Another vendor says, “We are selling the items after getting them from an auction held in different places, such as Mumbai and Surat. This place is special for me and I have been coming here for many years."  One of the older women, who sells different accessories and utensils, remembers the olden days and tells TNM, "I hail from Mangalhat, which is close to the market. I sell steel utensils daily in different areas of the city to make a living, but every Thursday, I sell my products here. I have been doing so from a young age.""I was young when my grandmother used to come to this market to sell different items. I once accompanied her, and now I am more than 60 years old. Nothing has changed in all this time, except that the market has gotten slightly bigger," another old woman says. The market opens around 6 am and is open till dusk, as traders begin packing up by 6 pm. Wajeed Ullah Khan is a Hyderabad-based freelance journalist who writes predominantly on the issues surrounding Old City. He can be contacted at wuk040@gmail.com
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The unstoppable Manohar Devadoss on life, art and winning the Padma Shri

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83-year-old artist Manohar Devadoss, who was recently announced a Padma Shri awardee, is an inspiration for many.
Naveen
The entrance to artist Manohar Devadoss’s house on Papanasam Sivan Salai off Santhome High Road in Chennai, is a picture worthy of a greeting card. And aptly so. After all, the artist is known for the annual greeting cards that he and his beloved late wife Mahima enjoyed making for close to 42 years. Manohar’s yearly greeting card ritual with his wife is a fascinating story, but that will have to wait. The 83-year-old artist was recently announced as a Padma Shri awardee, and is an inspiration for many. A tragic accident just a few years into his marriage with Mahima rendered her a quadriplegic; his vision failed him due to a rare genetic condition called retinitis pigmentosa during his prime; he lost his beloved wife in 2008. But despite these adversities, Manohar has persevered, his genial spirit intact. A bougainvillea archway leads us to the entrance of the ivory-coloured bungalow where he lives. The two pillars that bear the creeper have two names etched on them - Manohar and Mahima. The former in a standard all-caps font and the latter in a cursive, hand-written font. We’re at his tastefully arranged living room, displaying some of his framed sketches, including the one he did of his wife. Seated opposite an intricately carved, Andhra style Gajalakshmi wooden door that stands between bookshelves, we begin discussing his art, his love for his wife and his thoughts on living. It was architect Thirupurasundari Sevvel who helped him with all the paperwork for the Padma Shri award, he says. On the day of the interview, Manohar is busy with phone calls. An article about him has been published in a newspaper and several are calling to congratulate him. “I must have answered at least 30 calls since morning,” he says. “This is not my typical day. This is unusual.” The chemist, artist and author “I’ve drawn pictures ever since I can remember. From 6th standard, on my own, I learnt about perspectives. The chapel in my college was my first original, serious artwork, when I was 19. It was a landmark because that was when I realised I had a flair for heritage buildings,” he begins. Manohar, who explains that he did art only for his enjoyment, has a PhD in Chemistry and worked in Oldham Company as a chemist for over four decades. And during all these years as a chemist, Manohar continued sketching. “My job gave me great joy and I was sent on trips to England. But the best thing was yet to happen,” he pauses, waiting to be prodded. “I was all ready to get married and in those days, going abroad was such a rare thing that my value in the matrimonial market went up,” he guffaws. As destiny would have it, Manohar was introduced to Mahima through a common cousin, and after a brief but eventful courtship, the two got married. Manohar and Mahima. Picture Courtesy: Thirupurasundari Sevvel This period is also the one which Manohar considers as his best as an artist. “I became a better artist as soon as she came into my life. I used to illustrate the letters that I sent to everyone and naturally my letters to my fiancée had to be better! Sometimes, I even had this uncomfortable feeling that she was eagerly looking forward to my letters more than me,” he chuckles. Three of his books - Green Well Years, Multiple Faucets of My Madurai and An Artist’s Perspective - have excellent sketches done by Manohar over the years. “I started on Green Well Years with encouragement from my wife. I had started losing my vision at that point and she suggested that I chronicle my childhood adventures during my time in Madurai, which according to her were more interesting than Tom Sawyer’s. I began illustrating it with great difficulty, and it took 15 years of writing and 14 years of artwork,” he says. Sketches from Multiple Faucets of My Madurai This book, with Manohar’s sketches from his childhood memories and escapades, also have his writings on his boyhood days. It was first published in 1997. Manohar has also published two books on his wife - Dreams, Seasons and Promises, and A Poem to Courage, the last a biographical novel. He is presently working on a book on Madras with architect Sujatha Shankar, also a Convenor at the Indian National Trust for Art and Cultural Heritage (INTACH), and another on his life. “The books I’ve written so far stop with 1995, but all-important events happen after that. I’m writing a book on my life with Mahima, our life after the accident and how we led a happy life. This will be a true biography. I decided to not have drawings in this and I will leave it to the readers to imagine,” he says. ‘A poem to courage’ Manohar says his wife had a great sense of humour. “On our wedding night, I gave her Jack London’s The Call of the Wild and this was the first gift that I gave her. When she opened it, she at once smiled very impishly and said, ‘Mano, it is not at all inappropriate for a man to give his bride this book on the first night of the wedding.’ That was the kind of person she was. We gave each other inexpensive but very creative gifts,” he says. Theirs was a marriage of handmade gifts, inside jokes and immense love that helped the two brave through most difficult times. “After the accident, when she became bedridden, I made her a promise. As long as I live, my wife will never get bedsores. This, I kept until the very last. Mahima lived for 35 years but she didn't have a suggestion of bedsore,” Manohar says with great affection. And according to Manohar all that was required was simple, strategic love. “We never told each other ‘I’ll be loving you eternally darling’, nothing of that sort. She’d say, ‘Poor Mano, your sleep is deprived because you have to turn me over in the middle of the night.’ I used to say, ‘I did it for selfish reasons, I have to spend money if you get bedsores.’ I used to call her my sack of potatoes during the times I had to carry her and she used to call me a savage and a caveman,” he says with a laugh. “When my vision started failing, she decided to read to me and as I drew, she would read to me for hours. In 1979, almost seven years after the accident and four years after I lost vision in my left eye, I told our two monsters - retinitis pigmentosa and quadriplegia – ‘These are the years that I have done the maximum artwork I've ever done’. It was also the time when the number of books we read was higher. We were sharing books and our bond of affection also deepened.” He tells us how their greeting card project came to be. “During our honeymoon to Belur in January 1964, Mahima handed me a pen and a notepad and asked me to sketch the temple architecture. I remember the sketching of Darpana Sundari, of a woman looking at herself in the mirror with admiration, and that Christmas, we made a card using the sketch and gave it to our friends. In 1966, the ink drawing of a 120-ft long country raft gliding smoothly along Buckingham canal with a beautiful billowing sail, created a mini sensation. Mahima had written a crisp text upon research on the history of the canal, the viability of the boats and on the hard lives of the boatmen. People wanted to buy it,” he says. Thus began their four decade long tradition, which was not paused even in the years when the accident took place or when Mahima passed away. “Even during 2008 New Year, the time when Mahima was extremely unwell, we sold more than 33,000 cards,” he recalls. “In 2008 March my wife died, but even in 2007, we did the greeting card project. People keep coming home to buy it around the end of October, early November and it is always in great demand. We gift the entire sale proceeds to charity. Although we were in a debilitating, tragic situation, we were able to give to people who were less fortunate than us. We had a lot of love and support that a lot of them didn’t,” he explains. Mahima and Manohar also contributed to the non-profit Sankara Nethralaya Eye Hospital in 1991. “Mahima was able to paint a few watercolours and I put up a few of my own sketches. Our daughter too displayed her artistic photographs and the proceeds from the sales went to Sankara Nethralaya,” he beams. Manohar has a rare resilience about him. Picture courtesy: Naveen “Life is full of joyful surprises,” he says, when referring to his very first Carnatic performance that he gave just two years ago. “I have always been passionate about music and I know to play the harmonium. If not for my father’s passing when I was young, I might have become a pianist. But now, I’ve been learning Carnatic music.” As someone who is hard to label, we ask how he would like to be identified. “I try to be a compassionate, forgiving person and a person with a good sense of humour. Also whatever talent God gave, I have tried to excel at it. In whatever I did and whatever I do,” he finishes. Watch Manohar talk about Madras and Madurai:
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This Chennai NGO helps those with mental health issues live independently

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Mental Health
Better Chances works towards building inclusive societies where friends and neighbours support those with mental health issues live on their own.
Image for Representation | Facebook/Better Chances
Earlier this month, for the first time ever, two residents from the Institute of Mental Health (IMH) moved out from the facility to live in a rented house on their own in Chennai. While it is common for IMH residents to be employed outside or even go back to their families, such a move to live independently is not. This was made possible by a community-driven inclusion programme, says Porkodi Palaniappan, Art Therapist and Founder of Better Chances, an NGO working in the field of mental health. Porkodi has been closely working with IMH, organising art therapy programmes at the centre for over a year. “I would not even want to use the words ‘rehabilitate’ or ‘reintroduce’. It is inclusion. We need to create spaces and encourage communities to be inclusive and supportive of people with mental health issues. To accept them completely with full knowledge about their stories,” says Porkodi. Muthu* and Mari*, former IMH residents who were diagnosed with schizophrenia, have now rented a house together in Villivakkam. Villivakkam is the neighborhood in which Better Chances is currently actively working. While Muthu is employed as a computer operator at the Directorate of Medial and Rural Health Services, Mari, who is a ME graduate, has found temporary employment as a security guard. The entire house hunting process was done with complete involvement from the two, says Porkodi. Porkodi Palaniappan “This idea is not new. There are people from mental health institutions who move out to live in houses, but the differences is that they are monitored 24*7 by a staff member whereas here, there’s no monitoring. We just have a very strong peer group that watches over them,” Porkodi explains.    We meet Porkodi for coffee on a hot afternoon, with the sun streaming into the café and rendering the air-conditioning inadequate. She introduces us to Swathi* and Geetha*, who have been living independently for over two years, finding work at Better Chances by making pickles and cakes.  Making pickles at Better Chances Cakes at Better Chances “When I say a community that watches over them, I mean friends and neighbours who keep track of them. They also take part in their daily lives. For instance, sometimes Swathi has the habit of hiring an auto and just leaving without informing anyone. When this happens, her neighbours immediately call me. Also, now the auto drivers in the area know Swathi so well that they will just drop her back home after a short ride,” she says, while Swathi chuckles. Seeking better chances Porkodi, who was previously working with a different mental health organisation for about 10 years in different positions, felt the need to break the mould. “I thought it was a very straight-jacketed approach. Everything is seen from the lens of the illness and there is no greater understanding. I started finding it claustrophobic and so I had to leave,” she shares. After a period of internal turmoil and overcoming depression herself, Porkodi found her footing. “I wanted to tell people how to take care of themselves, instead of just talking about ‘identification, referral, medication, treatment’. It is easy to give someone a diagnosis and identify the mental health issue. I wanted to talk to people about mental wellness and not mental illness,” she says. Art Therapy And Porkodi also hopes to tap into the goodness of people to create a safe community that is accepting of people with mental health issues. “Muthu told me of a friend at work who brings him lunch. This friend does not know much about mental health but he wants to help. We should tap in on that goodness and start building a community. I want to meet such people and open their minds more and encourage such offers,” Porkodi points out. So far, Porkodi has been able to facilitate the independent living of 12 individuals who were previously diagnosed with mental health conditions, of which two were from IMH. “Now, we cannot say this is achievable for everyone,” Porkodi cautions. “Of the 10 who were part of one unit at IMH, only these two wanted to move out and live on their own. They had the urge and so we were able to support them on it,” she adds. These initiatives are not without challenges. “Sometimes, people refuse to give them houses. People do not want to be responsible or held accountable. There is also the stigma at workplaces. Mari, for example, has not been able to tell his employer about his story for fear of being stigmatised or exploited. These are areas we will have to study and improve,” she adds.
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Many languages, one people: The linguistic diversity of Mangaluru

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Mangaluru is the largest city in Karnataka where the primary spoken language is not Kannada, the official language of the state.
Mangaluru city
Mostly known for its exquisite seafood and pristine beaches, coastal Karnataka also boasts of some of the richest linguistic diversity in the entire state, something that is immediately apparent to anyone who travels along the coast. No other city exemplifies this - and by extension, Karnataka’s own diversity as a state - better than Mangaluru, the largest city in all of coastal Karnataka, and the fifth largest city in Karnataka as a whole. Mangaluru is the largest city in Karnataka where the primary spoken language is not Kannada, the official language of the state. Mangaluru and Tulu According to the 2011 Census, the most spoken language in Mangaluru at 39.2%, is Tulu, a South Dravidian language, directly related to Kannada, but also Malayalam, Tamil, Kodava, and the languages of the Nilgiris. Tulu, a non-literary language that has been influenced by Kannada for centuries, is spoken by around 1.85 million people along a stretch of coast between the Chandragiri and Suvarna rivers, and west of the ghats. This cultural region, commonly called Tulu Nadu, roughly corresponds to Dakshina Kannada district and most of Udupi district in Karnataka, and the Kasaragod and Manjeshwar taluks of Kasaragod district in Kerala. Mangaluru, its largest city, is the political capital of Dakshina Kannada district, and also the unofficial but de facto cultural and economic capital of Tulu Nadu, from Udupi to Kasaragod. Under the British, Mangaluru was the capital of undivided South Canara district, from Kundapura to Hosdurg (now in Kerala); local economies in the region were oriented towards the bustling port city of Mangaluru, and people would travel from all over for its public institutions and markets. Although Tulu is not a standardised language, the northern dialect of the language, local to Mangaluru, has emerged as the ‘prestige’ variety of Tulu, thanks to the city’s importance and stature. Beyond Tulu However, as much as Mangaluru is identified with Tulu, it would be incomplete to leave it at that. Looking at language data from the 2011 Census paints a fascinating picture. In addition to Tulu, Mangaluru’s linguistic makeup includes Konkani (16.41%), Kannada (15.11%), Malayalam (6.4%), and “others” (13.12%). The “others” category most likely refers to Byari, a language closely related to Malayalam, spoken by most local Muslims. Mangaluru’s many languages form an essential part of its identity; this is reflected in the fact that the city is known by a different name in each of its languages. Kuḍla, the Tulu name for Mangaluru, is used by most of its population, as well as across the whole of Tulu Nadu itself. In addition to Kuḍla, Mangaluru is called Koḍiyāl in Konkani, Maikāla in Byari, Mangaḷūru in Kannada, Mangalāpuram in Malayalam, and Mangalore in English (although the Kannada name was made official in English too, in 2014). Each name reflects its own history of the city, and the ways different communities have inhabited it. For example, Mangaḷūru and Mangalāpuram refer to the city’s medieval era Mangala Devi temple. Both names, along with Mangalāpura in Sanskrit, were used to refer to the city in Vijayanagara inscriptions across Tulu Nadu, and would have been the names known to foreign travelers and merchants as well. The famous Moroccan traveler Ibn Battuta visited Mangaluru in 1342, and referred to the city as Manjarūr, its name in Arabic records (Arabic lacks the g sound). According to the Tulu Lexicon, Kuḍla means “a confluence of two rivers”, referring to the meeting of the Gurupura and Nētravati rivers near the Mangala Devi temple. Byari Maikāla is likely a reference to the city’s early Buddhist history. As you walk through Mangaluru, from neighborhood to neighborhood, the languages you hear around you change, flowing effortlessly from one into another, often mixing and finding themselves sharing common spaces. People switch from language to language based on who they’re talking to, where they are, what they need, and even just to mutter to themselves. As the primary written language across Tulu Nadu, Kannada serves an important role in the city’s linguistic transactions. When Konkani or Tulu speakers read literature or even write community records, they use Standard Kannada without any inherent sense of contradiction. Different communities - and by extension different languages - occupy different spaces in the city, playing different roles. Mangaluru and modern Kannada print literature As a part of Karnataka, Mangaluru’s primary official language is Kannada, the written language used across Tulu Nadu. Kannada is learned by most locals as an additional language. Kannada print culture was born in Mangaluru, under the aegis of the Basel mission and its missionaries. The most notable of these, Ferninand Kittel, compiled the first Kannada-English dictionary in 1894. The first Kannada newspaper, Mangalura Samachara, was published from Mangaluru in 1843. As the region’s written language, Kannada was the language local intellectuals turned to, to express their dreams for a modern, independent India; a Karnataka that could hold its own in a rapidly changing world. They experimented with new forms and styles in the language, contributing greatly to a rapidly growing corpus of modern Kannada literature, often firmly rooted in Tulu Nadu’s coastal surroundings and its cultural milieu. The first rashtrakavi (national poet) of Kannada, Manjeshwara Govind Pai, grew up in Mangaluru and spent almost all his life in Tulu Nadu. Cosmopolitanism ignored Unfortunately, despite how vital Mangaluru’s linguistic diversity is to its identity and culture, it does not enjoy the level of support it should. Government services are only available in Kannada and English; Tulu, the language of the masses, is conspicuously absent in this sphere. Although it is true that locals speak Kannada anyway, this is hardly reason enough to exclude Tulu. State support for Mangaluru’slanguages is limited to the funding of various Sahitya Akademis, including one each for Tulu, Byari, and Konkani. These Sahitya Akademis publish various books on these languages, in Kannada, English, as well as the source language itself. They also organise literary events and conduct some limited level of outreach to speakers. While encouraging, these institutions only scratch the surface; Mangaluru’s languages deserve a lot more active funding and attention, given how important they are. Mangaluru has contributed eagerly to Kannada and Karnataka, and it deserves the support of the state and local intellectuals in developing its own unique literary and cultural heritage. Mangaluru and multilingualism Mangaluru and its languages offer us an alternative way of looking at diversity in India, showing us how multilingualism can function healthily, without threatening the integrity of a political entity. People can - and do - use multiple languages for different purposes, and institutions should acknowledge, and actively support this. Although most people do not speak the state language as their mother tongue, they choose Kannada as their written language and balance multiple languages in their daily lives. Here, more than arguably anywhere else in south India, multilingualism is a very real aspect of daily life, one that is navigated and negotiated effortlessly. Mangaluru’s many languages deserve official recognition, active state support, and a framework to sustain and expand their linguistic and literary development. Resources and archives can be digitised, and citizens made more aware of their rich linguistic heritage. Likely in an effort to recognise this, the Karnataka government has pushed for Tulu to be made an official Scheduled language. It remains to be seen how this move will fare, however. Mangaluru’s own society can serve as a shining example of how multilingualism, when tended to and cultivated, can expand the boundaries of our cosmopolitanism. Karthik Malli is a Bengaluru-based communications professional with a keen interest in language, history, and travel. He tweets at @SandalBurn, and posts on Indian languages at @TianChengWen.
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Coffee plantations to history and nature: Chikkamagaluru is a charming getaway

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Within a radius of 100 km, Chikkamagaluru offers culture in the form of temple architecture, history and myth as well as coffee plantations and insights into coffee processing.
All photos by Susheela Nair
The journey to Chikkamagaluru was an exhilarating experience as we cruised past verdant coffee, pepper, cardamom, ginger and coffee plantations that dot its scenic landscape. Rows of coffee bushes covered with sparkling white blossoms greeted us and the whole area was heavenly with their exquisite fragrance. It was a heady experience walking through the coffee plantations at blossom time. Chikkamagaluru means ‘the place of the younger daughter’. The district takes its name from the headquarters town of Chikkamagaluru, which is said to have been given as dowry to the younger daughter of Rukmangada, the legendary chief of Sakrepatna. Situated in a fertile valley south of the Baba Budan range, Chikkamagaluru became the focus of global media attention when then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi on her historic 1977 election campaign entreated the voters of the little township, “Please treat me as you would your own little daughter; I am your Chikmagalu”. They gave her a thumping victory, and Chikkamagaluru has since attracted the attention of adventurous travellers and nature enthusiasts. The Coffee Museum No trip to Chikkamagaluru is complete without a visit to World of Coffee, a coffee experience café, where we saw the world’s first interactive Coffee Wall. Here we had a 4D experience of seeing, touching, smelling and tasting coffee. The Coffee Yatra Museum, an initiative of the Coffee Board of India, is equally interesting. The museum had a thematic display of coffee history and processing of coffee like picking, drying and grinding, providing an insight into the painstaking procedures. As we left Chikkamagaluru town and began our ascent into higher climes, there were pleasant surprises at every hairpin bend – towering peaks, delightful dales, meandering rivers, sparkling streams, sprightly falls, verdant scenery and the invigorating mountain air. Set against a mountainous canvas, one can experience the best of Western Ghats in the picturesque Malnad district. One can discover trekking trails in the Kudremukh range and pristine nature in the form of forests, wildlife, mountains and hill stations, picnic in the unpolluted countryside, and ramble in coffee plantations. Whether one would like to see culture in the form of temple architecture, history and myth, or coffee plantations and the delights of coffee processing, Chikkamagaluru offers it all within a radius of about 100 km. Coffee berries and sparkling coffee blossoms The district offers a fabulous mix of ancient temples and forts besides wildlife in the Bhadra Wildlife Sanctuary and Kudremukh National Park. The drive to Bhadra took us past coffee plantations, dense green bamboo thickets and the picturesque village of Muthodi. Bhadra Wildlife Sanctuary, 38 km north-west of Chikkamagaluru, takes its name from the eponymous river, its lifeline. Wildlife sighting is very rare due to the dense forest cover. But if luck is on your side, you might sight the ferocious tiger, observe the Indian bison, hear the strange calls of the striped hyena, and see the rare flying lizard glide amidst the huge trees, while driving through dense tropical forests interspersed with lush grassy slopes. The flora here is a taxonomist’s delight. This includes the Terminalia tomentosa or the Mathi tree which acts as a natural fire extinguisher and the 300-year-old teak tree which stands like a sentinel guarding the sanctity of the precious forest and its denizens. Chikkamagaluru is also a convenient base to explore the hill station of Kemmanagundi, located 53 km away and surrounded by thick evergreen forests and coffee estates. It is known for its ornamental gardens and sylvan atmosphere. It is no wonder that the Mysore Maharaja Krishnarajendra Wodeyar IV chose this place as his summer camp. The area is littered with waterfalls such as Hebbe, located just 8 km from Kemmanagundi amidst fascinating scenery. The other falls is Kalhatti, which has associations with the sage Agastya. There is a temple, supposedly built during Vijaya Nagara time, situated in a narrow gap between rocks. You can also trek to Z-Point, a splendid place to watch sunsets. Mullayyanagiri, the highest peak in Karnataka The next day, shivering in the biting cold, we set out at the crack of dawn. Heaving and panting, we clambered up to the top of Mullayyanagiri, the tallest peak in Karnataka (at 6,317 ft above sea level). We were treated to mesmerising views of majestic mountain passes. En route we stopped by Seethalayyangiri. A holy temple here adds to the spiritual ambience. The temple at Seethalayyangiri From here, you can look towards the Baba Budan hills, where Hazrat Dada Hayat Mir Khalander, a famous Muslim saint, first introduced coffee cultivation to these parts. In 1650 he smuggled a few berries of coffee from the famous port of Mocha, on his way back from Mecca. He planted them on the high ridges of the mountains that rise above Chikkamagaluru, giving India her first coffee plantations. Revered as Baba Budan for his healing powers, Mir Khalander made the mountain range his home and it came to be called after him. The Inam Dattatreya Peetha, which is venerated by Hindus and Muslims alike, is located in this range. A laterite cave is believed to have been sanctified by the residence of Dattatreya Swami as well as Mir Khalander. Both Muslims and Hindus celebrate the annual jatra or urus here with great aplomb. The vanadevathe statue On our last day at this charming getaway, we stopped by Siri Coffee, a coffee house at Siri Nature Roost, which stands to speak the proud history of the district. One cannot afford to miss the sculpture of a lady draped in greenery and decked with plants and flowers. The aesthetically carved statue of the vanadevathe is the most Instagrammed spot in Chikkamagaluru. She is Chikkamagaluru personified – she is nature, she gives all she has to you, all she asks in return is to keep her clean, green and ever flourishing. Susheela Nair is an independent food, travel and lifestyle writer, and photographer based in Bangalore. She has contributed content, articles and images on food, travel, lifestyle, photography, environment and ecotourism to several reputed national publications. Her writings constitute a wide spectrum, including guide books, brochures and coffee table books.
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Meet Shyla, Kerala poet who went from banking to creative writing in her 50s

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Shyla C George, author of ‘Rain in the Attic’, talks about her early influences living in a communist family, her work in a bank, and life in a foreign University.
At the end of a one-and-a-half hour chat, it's likely that Shyla C George will remember the tiny details of our meeting – the corner table of a nearly-empty café in Thiruvananthapuram, the bad tea she couldn’t take a second sip of, the road outside the glass wall screeching with the afternoon traffic. Every detail, retained in her mind, like a picture, to be remembered later, and perhaps be made a poem of. Shyla, days after publishing her first book of poems Rain in the Attic, is a bundle of such surprises. She worked for 35 years in a bank. Two years before retirement, she decided to do a creative writing course in the Nottingham University in the UK. She is 60 something years old, and can still remember the rain she saw and marvelled at as a child of seven, somewhere in Perunthalamanna, where Shyla grew up in a family of communists. Her mother Koothattukulam Mary had joined the Indian freedom struggle as a girl of Class IX, and later the Communist Party of India at a time when it was banned. Mary was arrested once and tortured in custody. Shyla’s father CS George was another communist leader who had, for long, gone underground when the party was banned.   Shyla with her sisters and mother Koothattukulam Mary (second from left) Shyla, the second daughter among the four girls born to the couple, had obvious influences at an early age. But apart from her parents, she also names IV Sasankan, communist leader and brother of late filmmaker IV Sasi, as the one who got her to write.  “He got me to write columns for Janayugam (a Malayalam daily affiliated to the CPI). I wrote about women – interviewing some who lived in the Papathy colony, others who made baskets, sitting on small hills – I wrote columns on how to treat your domestic help with respect and not like someone you have rights over,” Shyla, with her impeccable memory, narrates a few of her story ideas. She had a small tryst with journalism earlier when she with her friend and colleague Nirmala went off to Kollam to interview a dancer, and both of them forgot to take any notes. “But Nirmala wrote a beautiful copy of it anyway!” says the dear friend, decades later. Shyla would have liked to pursue journalism or literature but for reasons she’d rather not talk about, she did a degree in Economics and joined a bank. “I did like the discipline of the work, and that I had an office to go to and colleagues to interact with every day. I miss all of that now!” she says with the lovely wide smile that she easily breaks into between her words. It is that longing, that feeling of having missed doing something really dear to her, that made her fly off to the UK and do a creative writing course a little late in life. Appreciation came her way for not letting age stop her but Shyla writes in the preface of her book: “It is always better to study when you are young.” The course did present her the confidence that she went in search of, but Shyla didn’t have the best of days, living in a foreign country, surrounded by young classmates who didn’t seem too welcoming of her. She did find friends there, nice humans who stood by her when she felt ignored. Shyla also wrote most of the poems in her book in those few months at the University. In her poems, are the wind that once caught a fruit and ‘breezed down to place it gently on the palms of a girl’ and the girl (perhaps the same one) who took out the house key from her pocket, threw it up once, caught it, threw it again, until ‘in the fifth round, it didn’t come down to her hands’. Thoughts emerged in her poems from passengers relaxing on a train, the ‘thoughts that heated up and caught fire’ and gave momentum to the train that had slowed to a halt. Somewhere else, there is a funeral, and the author, who didn’t know who was crying or who carried the dead, knew ‘that she had waited for friends and that it had been long and painful’. Cats walk into her poems, windows open and dry leaves enter, and poems get eaten. There are leaves that did not know how to hurt, unlike humans who did. Along the way is a man called Ayyappan whom the coconut trees loved and would cry for when he died. “He was real, there really was an Ayyappan who took so much care of coconut trees – not any other trees but ‘thengu’,” Shyla says dreamily, slipping for a few moments into her past. The mention of Ayyappan brings another poem into my mind – ‘Wisdom’. It’s only a few lines long and about a temple atop a hill and an old woman in a hurry to meet the deity. The poem ends with these lines: ‘Today, she stops at each step / waiting for the young girl / climbing after her’. Shyla’s eyes widen. No, she had not written that about Sabarimala or the round of controversies surrounding it when young women were suddenly allowed by the law to enter the Ayyappa temple they were banned from before. Shyla had written this years earlier, before any of the ruckus. She only notices now how those words would seem very much like a prophecy. “It wasn’t even meant to be Sabarimala, just a temple on the top of a hill and an old woman’s eagerness to meet the god, making her climb much faster than a young girl," she says. Just snippets that Shyla notices like these would make it to her poems on unpredictable days. She has not brought her family into the picture, at least not obviously – so her husband, CPI leader and Rajya Sabha member Binoy Viswam, and her two girls stay away from the book, but urge her to write all the time. Her parents, whose lives were full of stories, too remain as faces in the background you don't see when the little girl in her poems looks out of windows. Koothattukulam Mary and CS George / Courtesy - From Mary's book 'Kanaleriyum Kaalam' Apart from the cats and the windows and the girls in her poems, there is of course the rain. Rain in the attic and rain everywhere else. But Shyla writes in the beginning of her book: “I haven’t learnt how to swim, how to climb a tree, and have never dared touch an elephant, nevertheless, I have smelled the earth and I have understood the rain. With the recent floods in Kerala, though, I am afraid I haven’t understood the rain and that it is capable of making us fearful. I will, perhaps, if I write about it.” But what she’s now written is a travelogue in Malayalam, off for print as we do the interview. “It’s called Thistleum Neela Poppyum (Thistle and Blue Poppy), thistle being the national flower of Edinburgh and blue poppy of Bhutan, two of the countries I have visited and written about. The other two are Estonia and Nottingham.” What she also loves to write is for children – there have been six of those books before the book of poems. And from the interests she lays out before you – the children’s classics and other books that she is even now earnestly reading – Shyla will continue writing those. With the eagerness of a child, no doubt. Also read: Kshetrayya and the legacy of erasing women’s voices from erotic poetry
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Mounds of biriyani in one go? 4 kg of jackfruit in 7 mins? World of online food challenges

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Mukbang, where the host eats food and broadcasts it online, first began in South Korea around 2010 and has since become a rage in the West and spilled over to India too.
If you are a recent entrant to the Indian TikTok universe or have been tracking the trends on Instagram and Youtube over the years, it’s hard to overlook the impact that food-related content has had in the past few years. Be it Ulhas Kamathe, who became a global sensation with his trademark ‘Chicken Leg Piece’ videos, or 56-year-old Porchezhiyan (aka Saapattu Raman), who makes Parotta Soori's feat in Vennila Kabadi Kuzhu look like child’s play, social media has witnessed an increasing number of people taking part in ‘mukbang’ videos, gobbling dizzying amount of food, and then, there are millions of others, who find themselves stunned when they witness such a spectacle. What is Mukbang? Mukbang (an eating show), where the host eats food and broadcasts it online, first began in South Korea around 2010 and since then, it’s become a rage in the West. The trend spawned several food challenges, where hosts try to race against time to eat as much food as they can within a short duration, and each video accumulated millions of views. It was just a matter of time before this wave hit Indian social media too. Sabari Kumar, a 25-year-old medico who runs the Saapattu Raman channel on Youtube and other platforms, recalls watching such ‘mukbang’ videos while he was studying medicine in Ukraine back in 2017. “I was so intrigued by those videos that I kept wondering if we could emulate it in India too. Back then, no one had videos like that in Tamil Nadu,” he recalls. So, when he came back to his native village, Koogaiyur near Chinnasalem, Tamil Nadu, he convinced his father, Porchezhiyan, an AYUSH (Ayurveda, Yoga and Naturopathy) doctor who specialises in electro homeopathy, to take up a food challenge - 4 kg jackfruit eating challenge in 7 minutes. And there has been no looking back for him ever since. Eating is a family affair Since Sabari Kumar started the channel in 2018, he has produced nearly 115 videos (one every week on average) and sometimes, he takes part in the videos, along with his father and mother, turning the videos into a family affair. Some of the most popular videos like ‘9 plates white rice & fish gravy challenge’, ‘2.5 kg country chicken biryani’, ‘5 kg mutton biryani challenge’ have more than 4.5 million views. My father has always been a big time foodie and he makes sure he doesn’t eat at hotels or weddings much. Home-cooked food is the only secret behind why he’s able to eat so much and thankfully, he has never had any health issues despite eating so much. We have our own farm in our village and everything grown there is organic. Initially, people used to criticise my father for indulging me so much and tell him that no one will come forward to marry their daughter to me (laughs), but after seeing how popular the videos have become, everyone in our village has been very kind and sweet to us,” Sabari adds. Another popular food vlogger, Sanket Sankpal, a 22-year old civil engineering graduate from Mumbai who runs Wake_n_bite channel, has added his own twist to the food challenges. Right from pizza to panipuri, and even the beverage Maaza, the wide range of food challenges that Sanket has taken up in recent times is testimony to the popularity of such videos on the internet. “Until two years ago, I used to make dance videos; however, the reach wasn’t so much because there were others doing similar stuff. By then, food challenges abroad were quite popular on YouTube, but very few people were doing it in India. The thing about food is that everyone likes it and you can’t hate food-related content. And it’s so much fun when you involve your family and friends while making such videos. Ever since I started making videos, I’ve shot different series of videos - Mom Vs Dad, Superwomen, Kids, Girls etc. People love it when you show how your family members take active part in such videos. When they see us eating all that food, they feel they can also do it; however, it takes a lot of effort and practice to eat so much,” Sanket says. Eating as Performance Art TikTok, in particular, has seen a dramatic rise in food-related videos with hundreds of people piggybacking on the ‘Chicken Leg Piece’ phenomenon, first created by Ulhas Kamathe. All it involves is the host saying ‘Chicken Leg Piece’ aloud before eating it and some have put their own touch to the format by saying aloud the name of the dish they are about to eat. It’s no less than a performance art and has become a video format in itself. Ulhas Kamathe himself is flabbergasted at the popularity of his videos and says that he didn’t do anything special to go viral. “I love eating chicken and it’s been part of my diet for over 20 years now. Even today, I make sure that I eat 2-3 chicken leg pieces for lunch every day without fail. I uploaded a few such videos on TikTok of me eating chicken leg pieces and sometime last year, it just blew up,” Ulhas says. The popular TikToker reveals that his monthly expenses just for his food run up to Rs 12,000-15,000 and after his videos went viral, the meat supplier even offered to sell chicken for free; however, he politely refused the offer. “I’ve been running a gym in Ghatkopar, Mumbai for the past 10 years and I also own 6-7 gyms in other parts of Mumbai. I do try to keep myself fit and exercise for an hour at least every day. Thanks to these videos on TikTok, I’ve earned quite a loyal fan following and respect. Some people have travelled all the way from Punjab just to meet me. It feels so nice to be recognised like this,” he says. The challenge behind food challenges As mouth-watering as such food challenges might seem, the people behind them acknowledge that it takes a lot of effort and a voracious appetite to complete a challenge. “I can only eat what I can,” Ulhas says, adding, “There was a challenge where we had to eat 20 chicken lollipops, but I could only finish 15 within the stipulated time. One of the biggest challenges was finishing the Hind Kesari Thali in Nashik. It was meant for 8 people and the thali itself costs Rs 5000. When we took up the challenge, there were three women and two men in the group and we almost finished the thali, but couldn’t complete it. We were so exhausted in the end (laughs).” Sanket recalls another challenge which made him dizzy because of a sudden spurt in the sugar level. “Once, I finished chugging 1.3 kg honey in 1 minute and 34 seconds, and I started feeling so terrible because there was so much sugar in my system. My mother had to tell me to sleep for sometime. We do take time off to detox and cleanse our system after doing such challenges,” Sanket says, adding, “All these food challenges require a lot of practice and strategy. To take part in the Maaza drinking challenge, I first check how fast I can drink a bottle of water. Since the densities of water and Maaza are different, I can make a rough estimate of how much time it would take to finish chugging a bottle of Maaza. Similarly, if you are taking a thali challenge, make sure that you finish eating the rotis or chapatis first because if you keep it for later, it’ll become hard and dry, and it’s difficult to eat. Always eat rice in the end because it’ll still be soft.” Even Saapattu Raman has had his tough days, especially when Sabari was shooting the 9 plates of white rice and fish curry challenge. “It was just too much to handle. We couldn’t finish the challenge on time,” Sabari says. “Since we shoot these videos only on weekends, we have to make sure that we keep ourselves healthy for the rest of the week and never stay too hungry before taking up a challenge.” Economics of food content Ravi Tej Ravuri, co-founder of Street Byte, is one of the most popular food vloggers among Telugu netizens and has produced almost 650 videos in the last five-and-a-half years. “The food scene has really exploded in India in the last few years, and the popularity of these food challenges have more to do with the curiosity factor. At times, they bring in their own family members or elderly people which is something that viewers find interesting,” he says. In recent times, Ravi Tej has shot quite a few videos where he's shared a meal with a popular celebrity, including Nandini Reddy, Anish Kuruvila, Karthikeya, and Sampoornesh Babu. “People have a misconception that I eat a lot, but that’s not true. My appetite is very low. I think the only time I went overboard was when I shot a video with Nandini Reddy, and we ended up tasting 22 dishes,” Ravi Tej reveals. “More than food challenges, I have always tried to make informative videos so that people know what they could try when they visit the restaurants we feature. I’m also making inspirational videos with people who started with street food and have grown quite popular.” The popularity of influencers and YouTubers like Ravi Tej Ravuri has given a new lease of life to restaurants which have gone through a lot of turbulence with the rise of food delivery apps like Swiggy and Zomato over the years. Some restaurants have been approaching influencers to post content to promote their business, which results in a spike in business for a week or so; however, YouTube is still the king for such food-related promotions, since the content stays relevant for much longer and doesn’t get lost amidst a deluge of other posts. “There are a lot of restaurants which look forward to weekends because their business has changed a lot, of late. The best way forward for any restaurant or eatery is to space out their promotional campaigns, and give at least 4-5 months gap before they launch another major campaign,” Ravi Tej says. So, why do people even like watching other people eat, whether it’s in movies or mobile screens? Turns out that one possible reason dates back to how human beings have evolved over several thousands of years. Talking to Washington Post, Craig Richard, a professor at Shenandoah University and the founder of ASMR University, said, “Millions of years ago, when our ancestors might have encountered someone who looked friendly eating in front of them, the cues were clear: Here is a non-threatening person in possession of food that is demonstrably edible. When you see that, that is reason to switch your brain from fight-or-flight to a calm state.” Eating food or watching other people eat food sparks a wide range of reactions. And on social media, it translates to millions of views which have turned scores of food vloggers into celebrities. 
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‘Had we learnt from the past, we would not repeat today’s mistakes’: Manu S Pillai intv

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In this chat with TNM, Manu talks about his writing process, the significance of history and more.
When The Ivory Throne: Chronicles of the House of Travancore which told the tale of Sethu Lakshmi Bayi of the house of Travancore came out in 2016, the world was astounded to find a mere 26-year-old behind the 700 page heavy nonfiction. Since then, Manu S. Pillai has been a prominent figure in the landscape of Indian history - publishing two more books before he reached 30 - Rebel Sultans: The Deccan from Khilji to Shivaji (2018) and The Courtesan, the Mahatma and the Italian Brahmin: Tales from Indian History (2019). With his significant contributions to the historical scenario of India, Manu S. Pillai has consolidated his name in the literary scene of the country. In this chat with TNM, Manu talks about his writing process, the significance of history and more. It has been a grand historical journey for you, spilling over a decade. How has this journey been?  Grand may be an overstatement, but it certainly has been fulfilling. None of this was planned. I began my studies in history in my teens, specifically in the context of colonial Kerala, which remains in many ways my principal area of interest. It was only when I decided to write about Sethu Lakshmi Bayi of Travancore, that my research took a more specific direction and assumed a life of its own. Writing The Ivory Throne—which entailed obtaining material from London, Delhi, Kerala, and oddly even America—consumed the first half of my 20s. While it had its ups and downs, those six years also changed me. The success of the book, especially in terms of critical reception, gave me the confidence thereafter to consider seriously a life focused on history and writing. It is, like much else, hard work, but I have the satisfaction that it is the kind of work I enjoy doing. The world of libraries and archives also gives you a lot of humility—there is such an ocean of knowledge, and the work of a whole lifetime constitutes only a drop in that vastness. Being constantly reminded of this keeps your feet on the ground, and your pen stable. So although it has been a decade, it feels only like a mile on a long road. Once you said that during your research, you found it easier to retrieve information and old documents from the archives in Europe than in India. That here, neither are they respected nor protected. How can that change? I don’t mean to generalise, but yes archives abroad often tend to be better run and better maintained, which means that your productivity is heightened and less time is wasted in bureaucratic slowness, endless procedure, and so on. For instance, the same files are often available in the National Archives in Delhi and in the India Office records in London, pertaining to the colonial period. Having used both, I find that the latter is easier to negotiate. But things are changing steadily in India. A lot is being digitised and at the payment of a fee you can access material straight on your screen. The feeling, however, of touching old paper, opening files that have not been touched in decades—that remains special. What is more, discovering material that no-one before you has in its physical form remains even more exciting. In India this is especially true: in Kerala recently I saw palm-leaf manuscripts, whole cupboards full of them, in a single house. They had barely been mined for information. I was listening to an interview and you were saying how on most days, you are pacing up and down your room, figuring things out in your head. Do you get stuck, confused over contradicting facts? The walking up and down, where I often talk to myself, is essentially to clarify my own ideas or arguments and develop a flow, which I can then put down on paper. There are no contradictory “facts”: fact is always singular, but its interpretation can be contradictory. Any good student of history will know the methods to handle a situation like this. You must interrogate your sources, to begin with, and never take them at face value: what language is a text written in, by whom, for what intended audience, what is it seeking to achieve? These questions help place things in context and make them clearer. So when you connect the dots of history, you realise which is the more rational, scientific, and objective way to do so. For instance, imagine a king and his official prasasti or state narrative: this is the official record. But you may also have a counter-narrative in a folk tradition, not written anywhere but surviving in song and lore. Both are communicating something: one from a position of power, and the other from a more marginalised place. Both are important in developing a fuller understanding of that king and his reign. The job of a historian is to bring on board all such sources and then form an assessment of the time and its protagonist. If you don’t have a political axe to grind or preconceived conclusion, this is a phenomenally interesting process. Every day I find that the past can challenge so many preconceptions we uphold with so much certainty. It is always a question of perspective and being open to developing new ideas. The past, viewed that way, is full of surprises and an infinite quantity of riches. How far from fiction is non-fiction? Fiction is, after all, created by human beings and reflects the “non-fictional” world in which its authors reside. But I’d rather answer this through examples. We know Tipu Sultan as a king, a conqueror, and so on. There are his records and decrees and his dream diaries, and there are the documents left by his adversaries. But creative activities from his time also tell us a great deal about him: I mean architecture, art, and cultural happenings from his years in power. The mural painting at his palace in Srirangapatna which shows the Battle of Pollilur, for instance. It is a painting but the way it depicts Tipu (regal on his horse, smelling a rose, despite the carnage around him) and his British adversary (depicted as unmanly, chewing his nails in a palanquin) is communicating something. It is propaganda art, but also offers a window into Tipu’s kingly self-image. So, to look at Partition: we have the statistics, the figures on how many were rendered homeless, the number of women who were raped. But Manto’s fiction around the horrors of Partition reveals the emotional horrors of the time. In future, a student of history will have to study the literature and art that the experience of Partition produced because that also tells us something. But if you also mean that a lot of history reads as though it were straight out of fiction, yes: as I mentioned earlier, a good student of the past will find a lot of surprises, wit, humour, and even comedy in history. Then as today, the world was complicated, and then as today, it had a serious side as much as it did a lighter, even hilarious one. How important would you say it is, to know history - especially considering the political climate in the country - where laws are being re-written? The political climate in our country is obscene, to the extent that no amount of history teaching will alter the minds of those who remain wilfully defiant of wisdom. It is not like the horrors we are witnessing now did not occur earlier. But at least the state felt a fraction of shame. Today the state seems not to possess even that fig leaf of shame. It is naked power and ambition married to a completely immoral pursuit of goals, no matter what the cost, that we are living through. Individuals can act irresponsibly, because there are frameworks to address that: social conventions, the law, and so on. But when the state itself discards its moral basis, the whole edifice collapses. Politicians around the world are becoming more and more brazen when it comes to retaining power no matter what the price, which is why it is for the people to learn not to be taken in by distractions, tricks, bloodlust, and their love of chaos. In that sense, yes, history can be a corrective. History can teach us to recognise when we are being turned into fools by our rulers and their foot soldiers, and the past can remind us why if we fail to do so, we will live to regret it. Do you see history being repeated in today’s scenario? Is knowing history a way of keeping it from being repeated? History can guide us, yes, and tell us what not to do, and how to negotiate tricky corners. But history also tells us that human stupidity will remain a constant, which is why for one intelligent voice, you will have ten voices of unreason. If we had learnt from the past, we would not be repeating the mistakes of today. But we haven’t and even when the past stares us in the face, many of us refuse to learn. The future may judge us as a people who wrote their own obituary. That said, I still have a sense of optimism, because a lie cannot sustain itself, and mere noise masquerading as vision will collapse under the weight of its own contradictions. But the path to that end will be long and difficult, and as is becoming clear on a daily basis, increasingly violent. That really is the tragedy. Those who created institutions and ground-rules for democracies knew what violence could do—they had lived experience of that previous phase. So they sought to create a space for competing ideas and thought devoid of bloodshed. Without realising the consequences, there are some now dismantling all those checks and balances, all those ground rules, and inviting back the days of a jungle raj. It will be a cold irony in the end for those at the helm that they will be unable to control what they are unleashing. If we proceed at this rate, a day will come when the architects of today’s chaos will also regret what they have done. You can, after all, set a place ablaze knowingly, but when a fire spreads, it does not spare even its maker.  Does language mean more than just as a tool for conveyance, according to you? Language is such a complicated, fascinating affair. It is, necessarily, more than just about communication and itself encapsulates historical dynamics of great richness. Think of Marathi, for instance, which has derived so much from Persian (notwithstanding late-nineteenth century attempts to "purify" the language with Sanskrit and expunge the Persian): it bears witness to the Persianate phase of the region when the largely Shia dynasties of the Deccan Sultanates were in power in the early modern period. Think of Malayalam spoken by the Mappilas of Malabar, strongly influenced by Arabic. All the languages in India are reflections of multiple cultural influences and historical processes, and our pluralism is patent in the very words we use every day. Even English, originally the coloniser's language, was owned by Indians, and it was in this language that the freedom struggle originally took off. In fact, the first Indian National Congress circular specifically required delegates to speak English because they would, otherwise, have no other common language. Or even more interestingly, take Tamil: I was reading about R Balakrishnan's Journey of A Civilization in Tony Joseph's review the other day. The author talks evidently of how Sangam poetry often uses the motif of camels laden with goods, which is a very unusual image in peninsular India. Does this mean that that literature in Tamil carries the echo of a distant past when languages of the Dravidian family were spoken even in north-western India? I wouldn't be surprised. Language, in that sense, is not merely about expression. It is also a record of history in its own right. There were talks about adapting The Ivory Throne: Chronicles of the House of Travancore into a series. Are there any updates on that? There are indeed, though perhaps I should not be the one to reveal them. It is best left to the producers, who will, no doubt, make public these developments when the time is right.
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Welcome to the future: South Indian startups are developing robots that can cook for you

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In today’s fast-paced urban life where time is of the essence, Indian entrepreneurs are using AI and technology to automate the cooking process.
Mechanical Chef can cook over 45 recipes
When Bengaluru-based Yatin Varachhia and his wife moved to the Whitefield area in the city in 2017, they began looking for a cook. An electronics engineer, Yatin was freelancing at the time while his wife had just started a new job. “We tried almost five cooks, but we were not happy with the outcome. We decided to manage cooking between the two of us, and it turned out to be a big task considering added factors like work timings and traffic,” he says. So in his spare time, Yatin began working on an automated cooking machine to simplify the process. After months of trials along with his friend Devang Gajjar, Yatin set up his company Euphotic Labs in March 2018. “We cooked our first dish using the machine in May 2018, which was Potato fry. Since then, we have been building and evolving the design,” he adds. Automated cooking machine from Euphotic Labs About 10 km from Euphotic Labs is where another automated cooking machine is stirring ingredients and adding accurately measured spices. The Mechanical Chef, founded by Cohan Sujay Carlos, an Artificial Intelligence (AI) consultant, can cook over 45 recipes. Once a dish has been selected from the app, the instrument prompts the user to load the main ingredients into special containers. It then slowly dispenses the vegetables and spices onto a hot pan while a robotic arm mixes the concoction, cooking the meal to perfection. Click and cook In makeshift labs and small buildings, Indian entrepreneurs are coming together to automate the cooking process. In today’s fast-paced urban life where time is of the essence and machines are taking over most domestic chores, cooking seems to be the last piece of the puzzle. World over, AI and technology have entered kitchens, as entrepreneurs are adding a dash of innovation to food. Barcelona-based Natural Machines created Foodini, a 3D food printing machine in November 2012. Videos of Moley, the world’s first robotic kitchen, show two robotic arms chopping and stirring ingredients as it recreates recipes with ease. Washington-based Spyce is the world’s first restaurant where a robotic kitchen makes all the meals. Even before complete cooking came into the picture, entrepreneurs like Pranoti Nagarkar and Rishi Israni introduced us to the Rotimatic, the robotic roti maker, in 2016. The product launch video has over 65 lakh views on YouTube, and the most popular comment is someone asking for a ‘Subjimatic’ and a ‘Daalmatic’. Looks like entrepreneurs in India have decided to make that wish come true. Mechanical Chef at work The ease of not cooking “Nymble was born out of the recognition of an ordinary everyday problem – cooking,” says Raghav Gupta, co-founder and CEO of Bengaluru-based Nymble Labs Pvt Ltd, in an email interview. Raghav, who holds a degree in Electrical Engineering, worked in the family food business before turning to food automation. He founded Nymble with Rohin Malhotra, who has a background in Mechanical Engineering. Rohin first identified the problem when he saw how difficult it was for his mother to come home after work only to spend her evenings cooking for the family. Nymble is working on creating a smart kitchen robot called Julia, which will be launched in the US. “Julia is designed for ordinary domestic kitchens and can cook most one pot meals with ease. The goal with Julia is to eliminate the stress from home cooking. This does not involve just the actual cooking process, but also meal planning, prep and clean-up,” Raghav explains. What should we eat? – is a question that looms large in urban life today, and users who came in to try out the initial prototype of the Mechanical Chef were equally elated by the food and the fact that they get more time for themselves. “With automated cooking being an option, people could envision setting up the machine and heading out to the gym or spending time with their families, without getting up to check on the food. This was a bit of feedback we got repeatedly,” says Cohan. Mechanical Chef at work But above all, the entrepreneurs insist that the biggest selling point for these machines is making home-cooked meals a definite option. “People want home-cooked food made their way, and this is where such machines will fit right in,” says Yatin. He explains that automated machines give users the ability to alter recipes based on taste and health preferences. “Just imagine, amid all the madness of working late and dealing with traffic, you will get to eat home-cooked food with flavour, oil content, sugar and salt adjusted to your preference,” he adds. The current ecosystem does provide options to bypass these issues – a quick bite at a local eatery, hiring cooks or ordering in. According to Zomato’s 2019 Annual Report, their delivery revenue was $ 155 million, four times higher than the previous financial year, and Swiggy averages about 14 lakh food orders per day across the country. “Food delivery has seen a lot of growth in the past few years and is without a doubt a convenient and easy solution to the problem of not having the time to cook. However, at present, we are increasingly noticing a shift towards healthier, more conscious eating. Consumers want to know what goes into their food, what kind of ingredients are used, how nutritious it is, and how their food habits affect the environment at large,” says Raghav. Cohan, on the other hand, points out that while cooks are an option, they will not be able to replicate the consumer’s exact taste preferences. “Practically, it is not possible for cooks to learn the styles of every house they go to,” he says. Food first The people behind these ventures all agree that what matters the most is the outcome – the food. On a whiteboard in the Mechanical Chef office are multiple recipe names scribbled with various codes next to them. Names from veg pulao to cabbage palya to vermicelli kheer find a mention on this board of tried and tested recipes. Mechanical Chef recently began trials with chicken recipes as well. Euphotic Labs has tested a host of everyday recipes like upma, poha, suji halwa, chole and paneer gravies. Julia has been busy cooking bhindi masala, paneer-based dishes, khichdi and even a ratatouille, which have all received the stamp of approval from the team. The Mechanical Chef team is now working on finetuning the process and adding more recipes. They hope to be market-ready by next year and estimate that the price of the final product will be around Rs 30,000. Euphotic Labs shared that their final  product will be priced at Rs 45,000 and will soon be available for beta users and people interested in demos. Scaling up While these are examples of purely domestic machines, last year Chennai-based entrepreneur Saravanan Sundaramoorthy launched RoboChef, which is a fully automated robotic kitchen capable of large-scale cooking. With about 600 recipes programmed in it, RoboChef can prepare large batches of food without human intervention. A giant stainless steel structure by appearance, RoboChef houses separate containers for solids, liquids and spices. Using sensors and IoT metrics, this Chef is capable of churning out recipes with precision, and can chop ingredients, cook and perform auto-cleaning once the dishes are done. RoboChef, automated robotic kitchen for large-scale cooking “The machine can cook two dishes parallelly. It can make a biriyani for say 120 people, gravies and similar dishes for about 500 people, and sweet dishes for 800 people,” says Vignesh Kumar, Technical Architect at RoboChef. After catering for multiple events, the team is now focused on sales. They have also come up with a domestic version of the machine. As these startups gear up for their audience, which include residents of metro cities, dual working couples and single-person households, to dedicate space in their kitchens for automated cooking machines, the only question that remains is – will consumers open their kitchen doors? According to team Nymble, they will, because, “ At the end of the day, people want a warm, healthy meal to come home to.” Sharmila Vaidyanathan is a freelance writer based in Bangalore. Her articles have appeared in Scroll, The Better India, The Goya Journal, Nature in Focus and other publications.
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As weddings in Hyderabad's old city grow lavish, this group seeks to change that

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Aleem Khan Falki and his team are offering a wedding hall almost free of cost to those who want to conduct their weddings without any expenses, although they have to fulfil certain conditions.
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At a time when extravagant weddings have become a norm in Hyderabad’s old city, one man wants to change this trend. He is on a mission to change the priorities, especially of the Muslim community, and make marriages simple yet more meaningful. Aleem Khan Falki, who heads the Socio Reform Society (a forum to fight social injustice), has introduced a novel idea to make weddings a simple affair, with no dowry and minimum expenses. And it has worked, he says. Aleem Falki and a group of friends and associates have been offering a wedding hall almost free of cost to individuals who want to solemnise their weddings without any expenses. However, they have to fulfil certain conditions laid down by the group. Explaining the idea of a simple wedding, Aleem Falki says, “We are providing the Amaan function hall located at Mehdipatnam near Amba theatre to individuals, but they need to meet our conditions. First, the ‘Nikah’ (marriage ceremony) should be performed at a nearby mosque and ‘Walima’ (the marriage banquet) should also be done on the same day. Dowry demands are strictly not entertained. Videographers cannot be hired.” The couple getting married should also allow one of the representatives of the organisation to convey the message of simple weddings to the guests gathered for the nikah, for 15 minutes. “We also counsel the bride and groom separately, apart from their parents, on this subject. Our volunteers encourage them to restrict the guest list on the ‘Walima’ function as well, in order to curtail expenses,” he says. Speaking about what led to the idea, Aleem Falki says, “Several middle-class people are on the verge of bankruptcy due to social pressure to host a lavish wedding. Many are forced to sell their ancestral properties, take loans, or spend their life’s savings. If one individual has three to four daughters, he is spending a huge sum of money on their weddings as it has become a matter of prestige.” Aleem Falki says the aim of this initiative is to take forward the movement of awareness about different social evils, including the practice of dowry. “Interestingly, several individuals are taking to this novel idea. After our awareness campaigns, around three to four people approach us to help them organise simple weddings every month,” he adds. Apart from Hyderabad, the team is active in several parts of Bengaluru, Maharashtra and Patna. The society also takes the signatures of both parties and notifies an arbitrator, who can be approached in case of a dispute or even divorce. Azmath Ullah Khan, the owner of the function hall and who is closely associated with the organisation, says his son was married in a simple manner at the hall. “Initially, I faced tough resistance from my parents. However, I was adamant to make my son’s function a simple affair. My son was like-minded in this matter. He didn’t want to put any kind of burden on the family of the bride and wanted to put a stop on lavish weddings," he recounts. “After attending my son’s wedding, three girls from my family also pledged that they would make their marriages a simple affair. They got alliances and are now settled down happily after a simple wedding. This was very heartening,” he says, adding that the hall is provided as a gesture of appreciation. The organisation also propagates its idea on social media platforms, which is drawing more individuals. Abul Bari Hussain, media in-charge of the organisation, says, “We counsel them and put our conditions. We never differentiate between the poor and wealthy people who approach us, but our idea is clear. It must be a simple wedding.” The idea has also been getting backing from several religious figures as well. Moulana Husam Uddin Aqil Jafar Pasha, a member of the All India Muslim Personal Law Board, who has advocated for simple weddings, says, “Clergy should boycott lavish weddings that many families cannot afford. The credulous way of thinking should be erased. Religious scholars have to raise their voice against these types of evils and avoid these functions. The qazis should come forward and start a movement by boycotting to perform the ‘Nikah’ unless it is a simple marriage.” Wajeed Ullah Khan is a Hyderabad-based freelance journalist who writes predominantly on the issues surrounding Old City. He can be contacted at wuk040@gmail.com
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Hyderabad's Lamakaan completes 10 years: Here's a list of week-long events

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To celebrate the space which has been an important venue for several cultural activities, Lamakaan has lined up a week full of events.
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Lamakaan, Hyderabad's most well-known cultural space, is all set to complete a decade of being in existence. To celebrate the space which has been an important venue for all cultural activities like music, dance, theatre, debates, documentaries and even stand-up comedy, has lined up a week full of events. Lamakaan, which translates to a 'house without boundaries', was founded by Ashhar Farhan, Elahe Hiptoola, Humera Ahmed and Biju Mathew in March, 2010. In a brief conversation with TNM, Farhan says that it doesn't seem like ten years, and is grateful to the people who have made Lamakaan an integral part of the city."Lamakaan has certainly become a part of our lives as well, but it has always been driven by the people -- what kind of programming they do and what kind of issues they raise. In that sense, it has been a very humbling experience as well that people have taken to it so well," Farhan says."There is a huge sense of ownership about Lamakaan among the people, that we're very happy about. Above all, it is the people who curate and bring in performances. They are the ones responsible for Lamakaan's sucess. After all, we only provide a mic, a stage and a chair," he further adds. Looking back at ten years of the venue, he adds, "Some of us have been there for a long time, but many others have contributed to the journey. We have had a whole series of managers who have come, stayed for a few years, and moved on." Asked about what the next ten years may hold in store and what plans they have for the future, Farhan says, "We would like to see fairly radical changes in the way it has been continuing. Because when we started out, there were no other such spaces. But today, that is not the case. A number of cultural spaces have come in. That need has been satisfied." Despite this, there are still certain kinds of events that will come only to Lamakaan, Farhan notes. Lamakaan also wishes to increase its digital presence. "The digital medium was not as important ten years ago as it is now. We have social media pages and a website with all the details of upcoming events, but we haven't been livestreaming them much, or put out any archival content on YouTube. We will pursue things along those lines," he says."At the end of the day, we shouldn't be complacent about the way things are and we are trying to infuse new blood and younger people to take part and engage in social issues," he adds. The full schedule for Lamakaan's anniversary programs can be found below. Further details can be found here. Wednesday - March 11 7.30pm - Resistance: Music as Politics (Music) Sumangala Damodaran, a professor of Development Studies and Music performs pieces of resistance music and talks about  music in dark times. Thursday - March 12 7.30pm - Himmat Mai (Play) Hindi adaptation of Bertold Brecht’s epic play Mother Courage and her children. The play was adapted by Neelabh and It is directed by Nasreen Ishaque. Friday - March 13 6 pm - Sachin Pilgaonkar (Talk) Sachin ka Urdu Safar – Sachin the actor, director and Urdu lover traces his relationship with Urdu and poetry. 8 pm - Javed Jaffery (Talk) The multi-talented Javed has made us laugh and cry. As an actor, comedian, dancer he talks about his journey and our contemporary struggle for freedom. Saturday - March 14  6 pm - TM Krishna (Music + Book Launch) TM Krishna is the icon of Indian music.  He talks of his new book – Sebastian and Sons, followed by a concert. Sunday - March 15  10.30am - Aradhana Karhade (Music) Hyderabad’s famous Khayal singer presents a collection of morning raags. 4.30 pm - Bezwada Wilson and JV Pawar (Book) Magasaysay award winner Bezwada Wilson launches JV Pawar’s book – Dalit Panthers: An Authoritative history. 7 pm - Jayati Ghosh (Talk) What explains the current mess in Indian economy? Jayati Ghosh, the well-known professor of Economics from JNU in lecture. 8.30 pm - Kuch Sach Kuch Mubalagha (Comedy) Irshad Panjatan the world-famous mime’s funny take on life in Hyderabad during the early 20th century. Tuesday -  March 17  7 pm  - Qawwali by Warsi Brothers (Music) Sangeet Natak award winners Warsi brothers sing Hyderabadi poems as well as sufi music. Read: A home for progressive art: How 'Lamakaan' became one of Hyderabad’s iconic cultural spaces
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‘Journey of reclaiming our bodies’: Bengaluru women’s play on child abuse invited to US

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‘Positively Shameless’, a play that was first performed in 2016, combines performance and therapy.
In 2016, seven women in Bengaluru came together for a daunting, yet therapeutic project. Positively Shameless, a play on child sexual abuse performed by survivors, came into being then. At the core of this play were seven women, who wove personal narrative and social commentary into a performance. And now, four years later, the fourth iteration of Positively Shameless is set to go to the United States. The team will perform in Rotterdam at the International Community Arts Festival (ICAF), and then in New York University (NYU) under its Artists-in-Residence initiative. While they will be performing in Rotterdam on March 27 and 28, the NYU performance is scheduled on all days from April 9 to 12. Shabari Rao, who co-directed the play along with Maitri Gopalakrishna, tells TNM about their journey so far. The most significant aspect has been the therapeutic journey that performing Positively Shameless has facilitated. “A key aspect is the relationship with the body. During abuse, it is the site of violence. But when you perform, it becomes a means of expression. And in doing so, we reclaim the body… we take ownership of it again, we feel confident and good,” Shabari says. The play itself has gone through changes, too. To begin with, the core group of seven women has now reduced to five - Sharanya Iyer, Shilpa Waghmare, Sathyam AP – including Shabari and Maitri. “In 2017, a year into performing the play, the five women actors wanted to discontinue. They felt that their therapeutic journey with this iteration of the play was over, and did not think it made sense for them to continue telling their stories in the same way after a point. So, we discontinued the play,” Shabari says. “But every time we think we are done with the play, it springs back to life,” she laughs. In 2018, the group was invited to the US by the North American Association of Drama Therapists for their annual conference. At that time, some of the group came together again. A reshuffle was done to make Positively Shameless a four-person play, and to change the roles. “Although the stories were initially autobiographical, in this version, they played each other’s stories. The result was a great sense of shared empathy, a sense of connection with the other stories as well,” Shabari says. The lines between roles of director and performer were also erased as Maitri too took part in the performance while Shabari directed it. Now, when they go to the US, Shabari will be performing along with the three others and Maitri will be directing the play. “This sort of remixing of roles worked very well for us because it was done in a collaborative manner. We had to figure out how to make it work for the actors – some performances were uncomfortable for some actors, some volunteered to play some parts. So it’s been a dynamic reworking of the play,” Shabari says. It was on their 2018 stint at the US that an NYU faculty invited them to perform at the university this year. The women have also worked to make the play more relevant to the times. For instance, Shabari describes a scene where one performer asks what they (the audience) are thinking. Another actor responds saying, they are thinking that the perpetrators be taken out and shot. Another says that there should be a fast and fair trial, and they should be hanged. And the fourth person asks if the perpetrators are the only ones responsible. These references to the Disha gangrape and murder in Hyderabad, and Nirbhaya gangrape in Delhi are subtle, yet hard to miss. Ultimately, the play also looks at the complicity of the society in child sexual abuse, looking at it from a social standpoint. While the women are excited to go to the US, there is some uncertainty given the coronavirus outbreak. So far, however, cancellations have not been made by the organisers. If you are in Bengaluru, Positively Shameless will also be performed on March 14 and 15 at the Shoonya Centre for Performing Arts in the city at 6 pm and 4 pm respectively. Tickets can be bought on Instamojo or BookMyShow.
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‘Need to hold each other for freedom of women, freedom of all’: Kavita Krishnan intv

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Activist Kavita Krishnan speaks on her book 'Fearless Freedom', the politically organised attack on women’s freedom, what still shocks her and more.
On one of the first pages of her book Fearless Freedom, a little after she narrates a childhood incident circling Raksha Bandhan, Kavita Krishnan jots down the lines of Band Khidkiyon Se Takra Kar (Crashing against Closed Windows), a Hindi poem written by the revolutionary poet Gorakh Pandey. The second stanza begins: New bride, ‘Lakshmi’ of our home Queen of his dreams Honour of the community Half the world Where she’s worshipped, the gods roam She’s Sita, Savitri She’s mother She’s motherland, greater than heaven But crashing against the walls Her head bloody She falls. The poet has slowly stripped away the many pompous chants about women’s greatness – Sita, Savitri, mother, motherland – Kavita writes, to say the obvious: ‘women are imprisoned in the four walls of their homes, which makes the home a prison, not a haven.’ These words can perhaps be the shortest gist of what Kavita’s – a Communist feminist activist’s – book is about. A chapter title from 'Fearless Freedom' She does not simply preach what should or should not be, but puts down facts, and very importantly, figures to back what should be obvious about the rights of women. From breaking the commonly-held myth that home is the safest place for women, to revealing how women belonging to different social strata are abused more or less in the same way, to narrating various incidents of cruel and unjust violence and killings, and above all, the threats to female autonomy, Kavita’s book is scary and at the same time, much needed. “In India today, we are experiencing the most intense, politically organised attack on women’s autonomy ever. The attack is both physical and ideological. Every attack is being disguised as benevolent 'protection', packaged in phrases like Beti Bachao, Romeo Squad, Swacch Bharat, or Population Control,” Kavita says. “This attack is not, however, entirely alien or without precedent. Our society was already hardwired to read attacks on women’s freedoms as 'protection' and 'safety'. But perhaps it has never been so politically urgent for ordinary Indians (without degrees in gender studies) to learn to decode the languages of patriarchy, and understand how to tell patriarchal campaigns from feminist ones," she adds. Kavita’s is a face that appears on primetime television discussions; she's often chided on TV and abused on social media for her stances, sometimes labeled ‘anti-national’, sometimes the b* word, one that her mother laughs about. “Don’t they realise we think this is a compliment?” asks Lakshmi, Kavita’s mother from whom she learnt to take up causes, including that of defending a stray dog. “In the book, I have tried to share something of what it meant to have parents like mine. I wanted to share these deeply personal stories as a tribute to my parents – and also to show that one does not have to be able to speak a 'woke' language or have any special training to be feminist parents and partners. All you need is empathy and humility and love,” Kavita says. The early spark in her showed up in her student days. She was a student at the Jawaharlal Nehru University when late BJP leader KR Makani came to address a public meeting on women’s rights. After Malkani spoke in detail about Muslim women being denied maintenance under Islamic personal law and oppressed by polygamy, Kavita raised her hand. I told Makani that I agreed that Muslim personal laws were indeed unequal and called for change, and I asked him what he made of Hindu property and guardianship laws that, at the time, denied daughters the right to inherit ancestral property and decreed that a mother was not the natural guardian of her child. He replied, without missing a beat, ‘Hindu women do not need property, they get married and their husbands’ families take care of them’. Kavita says, “My aim in sharing those anecdotes was not to 'explain' my evolution as an activist – I was, in fact, an 'accidental' activist, because I avoided - literally ran away from - activism for as long as I could. The activism happened, in very large part, because of the rise of far-right Hindutva politics around us in the 1990s, which posed such a clear and present threat to our freedom as women.” She travelled – keeps travelling – to meet women across all spectrums. Nothing, you think, would have shocked her anymore. But findings in her book suggest some stories still managed to. “I think what really took me by surprise was the finding (NSSO data as well as the Indian Human Development Survey data) that women from Dalit, OBC and Adivasi communities do not have significantly greater autonomy than women from the privileged caste communities,” she says. “It made more sense when I realised that even though Dalit and Adivasi women tend to work outside the home and earn a living, they are still expected to seek 'permission' from some authority figure inside the household in order to venture out of the household. Even those women who have relatively greater access to education or employment, are not exempt from the rule that they must seek permission for their mobility,” Kavita says. What was less shocking to Kavita, but perhaps not so for a lay reader, was how more women appeared to be supportive of the long established patriarchal system – such as the findings of NFHS-4 (National Family Health Survey) showing a higher percentage of women who agree that a husband is justified in beating his wife for specific reasons. “I think there is more than one reason for this fact – but the reasons are structural – i.e. related to the structure of our society rather than to individual 'mindsets'. One possible reason is that very often, the only power women can eventually enjoy, inside patriarchal households and communities, is the power over other women. Patriarchal societies like getting older women to police the conduct of younger ones, so that the oppression appears to have the consent and even participation of women,” Kavita says. The other reason she finds is that the liberalism of capitalist societies encourages women to think of themselves as individuals in competition with other women and other individuals. “This is why liberal feminist women tend to see, say, period leave, as being anti-feminist. 'It makes women seem ‘weaker than’ men, when in fact we are as strong as men in spite of our period pains,’ they say. The fact is that periods are natural, as are various physical and emotional changes around those 'periods'. We tend to see the typical worker and workforce as a gender-conforming male one. We think that people with bodies that bleed monthly must behave exactly like those that do not bleed monthly – or else be seen as a liability. “But workers and workforces have to fight for weekends and for the right to have time to sleep. They have to fight to establish that human bodies need rest, leisure, and sleep. The bodies that bleed monthly are also, equally, human bodies. We should be able to demand that work and workplaces accommodate our bodies and bodily needs as we are – rather than force us to contort our bodies to fit the structure of “work” as capitalism has designed it. “To see the world this way, we need to change how we imagine the workforce and work itself, as well as our place in the workforce. If we were to see ourselves as part of a diverse collective rather than as competing individuals, perhaps we would be better able to appreciate how the differences in our bodies are an asset not a liability.” Despite everything, the ‘change’ that one desires to see, has already begun, Kavita believes -- with young women, young queer persons, refusing to accept the denial of their autonomy as “normal” and fighting for their collective freedoms. “As a society, as communities (including privileged communities, but also oppressed and exploited communities and collectives), we have the chance today to support that change. When I say 'fight for collective freedoms', I mean that our 'freedom' cannot mean that we want to be free to be homophobic or sexist or casteist or Islamophobic. It means that we see how our freedoms, as individuals and as oppressed communities, are linked to the freedom of other individuals and communities. We need to hold each other up and struggle for 'Naari mukti, sabki mukti' (Freedom of women, freedom of all),” Kavita says.   
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Audio, with love: How ‘80s, ‘90s Telugu Gulf migrants used cassettes to talk to kin

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In the 90s, those who were not literate and could not write letters, would 'speak' to their loved ones in the Gulf countries, by recording messages in audio cassettes.
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Sixty-four- year-old Ramakka, who hails from Jagtial District in Telangana, is filled with nostalgia when asked about cassettes, as she remembers how she used to communicate her feelings and express her sentiments to her husband. In the northern districts of what is now Telangana, which saw several migrant labourers travelling to Gulf countries for work through the 1980s and 1990s, audio cassettes hold a special place in people's hearts. Those who were not literate and could not write letters, would 'speak' to their loved ones, by recording messages in audio cassettes. After sending their cassettes, several people enthusiastically waited for around one month for another cassette to return, which would contain the reply of their loved on. Though it was one way communication, an entire family would gather around and laugh, cry and chatter away after hitting the record button, and feel that their loved one would soon hear their voice."It was the latest technology then, and it felt like I could speak with my husband who was in Qatar at the time," Ramakka says. Her son, Narender Panneur, a Non-Resident Indian (NRI) from Oman, who is now in India for a vacation, termed it as a 'golden era'. Speaking to TNM, he says, "My father, Panneru Eliah, spent nearly 40 years of his life in Qatar. I was young when my mother and other family members enthusiastically waited for the recorded audio cassettes from my father.""At that time, everybody who had migrated to the Gulf for work, wanted to listen to the voice of their loved ones. At that time, my mom used to send recorded audio cassettes of 60, 90 and even 120 minutes to my father, with the voices of the full family. My father would be full of joy after listening to the voices," he recounts. Boda Jay Reddy who also spent about 23 years in Al Ain city in United Arab Emirates (UAE) besides Abu Dhabi tells TNM, “It was a wonderful experience and a pleasant surprise when I used to hear the audio recordings of my family members. Several times, when I felt homesick, I would rewind the cassettes and listen to them several times over. The voices of all my family members, including the elderly people, who would sit under one roof and record their voices for me, would move me.” “I could perceive their thoughts and emotions with their voices, which was not possible with the handwritten letters. I used to feel a sigh of relief after knowing that they are doing well. This was the importance of the audio cassettes," he adds. Bheem Reddy, an activist  who works with Gulf migrants in northern Telangana, says that with the introduction of the cassettes, even illiterate people who had to rely on others till then, could now communicate directly with their loved ones. "They simply recorded their voice and sent it to their relatives either by post, or through someone who was going to the country where their relatives were working. The cassettes would take 15 days to reach their destination through registered post," he said."Once they got a  response, the families would feel like their loved ones are in front of them, while listening to the recordings. It was an emotional attachment and many scenes of people breaking down were witnessed in homes in Telangana and in the quarters where the migrant labourers lived,” he added. The trend, which began in the 70s, went on for almost 35 years, until the early 2000s. It was not in the northern districts of Telangana alone. Many from parts of Hyderabad's old city, would also do the same.  In Hyderabad, Kotla Alijah, Jagdish Market, Afzal Gunj and High Court road were the hubs where one could buy cassettes. A large number of people used to visit these areas to buy cassettes from the shops, before heading to post offices in Hyderabad to send them to the Gulf. Nisar Mohammed, who worked as a postmaster at the Tadban post office in Hyderabad recalls, "People used to send the recorded audio cassettes from important post offices of the city including the General Post Office in Abids. Post offices in Bahadurpura, Jubilee Hills and Falaknuma were also popular for this.""They used to buy specially made envelopes from stationery shops, and would wrap the cassettes in a piece of cloth and sew it with utmost care, before inserting them into envelopes. This was done to ensure that there was no damage to the cassettes. The postal employees would accept the delivery after weighing the parcels and seeing the stamps pasted on it," he added. Bheem Reddy said that although it was one-way communication, it found a  place in the hearts of a large number of people."Now the communication has become simple and a video call is a fingertip away," he says.      Read:  Despair in search of livelihood: The saga of the Telangana Gulf migration COVID-19: How Telangana govt is tracking migrant labourers who return from the Gulf Wajeed Ullah Khan is a Hyderabad-based freelance journalist who writes predominantly on the issues surrounding Old City. He can be contacted at wuk040@gmail.com
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