The 18th March Project – Post 10

There are probably 5 kinds of people who come for Zumba, or the other dance workout classes:

  • The dancer

This person is there to pick up new choreography. S/he moves really well, is graceful, fluid, and a wonder to behold. S/he makes you wish you could move like him/her, pick up steps so easily, put your own spin on a step and really OWN it. This person can usually be found at the front of the class. S/he is usually dressed to impress, with the appropriate branding on his/her clothing and is aware of his/her superiority on the dance floor. Some dancers will move around the class following the instructor. They like to be at the front of the class with an unobstructed view of the instructor.

  • The poser

This person wants to watch him/herself for the duration of the class. S/he thrusts, pouts, gyrates, sashays, and shimmies, with eyes for only one person –him/herself. There’s no one quite so sexy (in his/her eyes). The poser may or may not, in actual fact, be a good dancer. The split seems to be about even. S/he will always be found facing the mirror. If the class isn’t also looking at the mirror, the poser may be caught frequently checking him/herself out, even when the song/step does not call for a sexy, over-the-shoulder look.

  • The hopelessly left-footed

This person just wants to dance and have fun, even though his/her muscle  coordination is quite poor. S/he doesn’t care, quite confidently grooving along to the song, unintentionally creating new routines. Her/his enthusiasm is infectious, and you can’t help smiling broadly as s/he attempts popping and locking, or a twirl. When dancing next to this person, it’s best to give her/him a wide berth to avoid any accidental collisions.

  • The mediocre mover

This person tries, but not too hard. We know we’ll never be as good as the dancer, and we know we’re nowhere near as bad as the left-footed. Can be found at the back or sides of the class. We don’t want to be watched, and we care what people think about our dancing skills.

  • The gym buff

The athletic person, usually male, who swaggers into class with a derisive smile, because he thinks it’s going to be a cakewalk for someone as fit as him. Usually the gym buff cannot keep up. Proof that there are different kinds of fitness. The gym buff may be found wearing figure-hugging athletic wear and might have ankle weights on.

The 18th March Project – Post 9

Reasons I’m glad I moved to Dubai:

  1. I got to travel to four different countries for work – Malaysia, Singapore, Portugal, and Denmark
  2. I’ve been able to travel to one other country (so far – more to come) on a holiday, with relative ease
  3. I’ve made more money here than I might have made in India (‘more’ is relative. It’s the exchange rate that makes it seem like more.)
  4. I have some family and friends here
  5. When I don’t want to see any of them, I can withdraw almost completely from society (‘almost’ because I can never be on my own for long periods of time. I live with my sister)
  6. This is a safe emirate in a safe country.
  7. This is a tolerant country in a region that has many extremists.
  8. I get to sample different cuisines ( in preparation for when I go to the countries to which those cuisines belong)
  9. Labour law in the UAE is more employee friendly than it is in several other countries (including Singapore, if their sick leave policy is anything to go by.)
  10. Public transport is better here than it is in Goa

The 18th March Project – Post 8

Plastic Free July part 2

Medicine comes in plastic. I don’t only mean pills, I mean the ingredients for ‘natural’ remedies too.

Maybe not if you have your own kitchen garden, or frequent a grocery store where the grocer funnels your purchases into a little paper cone that he ties up with string.

I’m recovering from an allergic reaction to something – I don’t know what the trigger is yet – and I chose not to go to the doctor unless I really felt terrible.

Why? Because I pop a lot of Panadol, for my rather frequent headaches. I figure, at least once in a while, I owe my body a chance to eliminate the problem without the aid of something synthetic.

So I drank kokum juice, a remedy people from the Konkan coast recommend. The syrup came in a plastic can.

I made a decoction of jeera aka cumin. Again, the ingredients came in plastic.

I slathered Lacto Calamine on the bumps. Guess what kind of bottle that comes in? (Alright, hardly a ‘natural’ remedy… )

The good thing about using these ingredients is none of them will go to waste even if I never again need them to calm my skin. And I suppose I can recycle the bags, etc. that they came in.

Please don’t misunderstand me- I’m not saying one should put oneself in harm’s way just to cut down on the amount of plastic one brings home.

I’m an adult who monitored her state closely for the duration of the reaction, and one who is lucky enough to live in a place with good emergency services.

It does make me think, though. If I’d been ill enough or scared enough to go to the doctor, would I have verified with the doctor if I actually needed all the medicines prescribed? Would I have considered asking the pharmacist to give me only as much medicine as I needed instead of the whole box? Would we have discussed what I could do with the ‘extras’, how to dispose of them properly?

Probably not. Maybe I should. Next time.

The 18th March Project – Post 7

July is Plastic Free Month.

Is it even possible to live without plastic? The keys I’m tapping on, the gallon tank my drinking water comes in, the cover of my lunch tiffin, the card I use to pay for (almost) all these things – these are all plastic.

I look around my house, and it’s filled with things I can’t reuse, many of which I’m not even sure can be recycled.

Plastic has been a boon to humanity – it’s made hygiene easier to achieve, or at least sold us all on the belief in hygiene and sterilisation. It’s made everything available in a package that is convenient to carry around. It’s disposable, and we don’t need to worry too much about cleaning it.

Or so we believe.

The thing about advertising is, if done right, it can make you believe anything.

And we’ve been made to believe that nothing can replace plastic, that we have no alternatives.

Hold on, you say to me, you want us to go back to a time before Plastic, when we couldn’t sample Triscuits from the US or a flavor of Kitkat that is sold only in Singapore? Let me just take a look in your fridge and see how many different sauces and spreads you have that are definitely not local produce, and maybe don’t even come in glass jars.

And I would have to fold in upon myself in shame. Of course, I’m as bad a consumer of plastic and the non-renewable as most people. I reuse when I can, and I segregate my plastic waste (and cardboard and glass, from time to time) from my landfill-bound rubbish. But I don’t make as many conscious decisions as I’d like to, or as I believe a steward of the Earth should.

There are people in the UAE, where it is very easy to live a consumerist lifestyle, who are actually making Zero Waste and Permaculture work.

How are they doing that?!

This month, I’m going to buy less, and buy better.

The highest spend for me, after rent, is groceries. So what can I do to reduce the amount of plastic I bring home? First of all, I should buy only what I need. No point in adding food waste to the cocktail that makes up my carbon emissions. Second, reuse packaging if it can’t be done without: got cheese in a container that could be used again? Why not use it again?

Third, look for places that are willing to put items in containers that belong to me and don’t look like the generic clear plastic cuboid. I feel ashamed/shy to ask the staff if they can/will put the 100 grams of olives or mozzarella in my little Tupperware or metal tiffin. I don’t think most grocery stores in the UAE have reached that level of consciousness yet.

Well, one must begin somewhere. And at some time. So why not here and now?

The 18th March Project – Post 6

Why Indians are good people to work with

Sure, you’ve worked with a couple of Indians, and you’ve found that we are loud, eat weird, spicy food, and sound at least 10% like Apu. We’re nosy, don’t understand the difference between personal and public-consumption info, and the clothes we wear are bright.

And that’s precisely why we’re awesome to work with!

We’re awesome because not all of the above apply to all 1.3 billion of us. There are those of us who detest noise and need silence to be able to concentrate. There are those of us whose accents are actually neutral, and whose grammar is better than that of a ‘native English speaker’. There are those of us who don’t want to talk about our personal lives, and so don’t ask people questions about theirs. There are those of us who prefer the bland, nearly tasteless food of the ‘Continent’ (as if there is only one!) but also enjoy a tablespoon of pickle with their meals. And yes, there are those of us whose clothes are not riotously colourful, and who nod or shake their heads and don’t do something in between. Our variety makes us amazing.

We’re awesome because we try to understand the people around us and their motivations. That’s where the ‘Are you married? Do you have children? What religion are you?’ questions  come from. We’re collecting data about you, because we might use it at some point: Oh, this person is fasting – haan, let’s not have the team dinner today. Or, Which person from my team should go on holiday this summer? Maybe X, s/he has children in school, so summer they’ll be off, na?

We’re awesome because we respect – for the most part- that people follow different religions, and it isn’t our place to change that. Do we know a lot about each other’s religions? Probably not. We’re game to learn. Ask us questions about the faith we practice, and our answers are fairly open and honest.

We’re awesome because we believe in Unity in Diversity. It’s quintessentially Indian. Yes, there are those who are more insular than others. They are the exception, not the norm, especially among urban, educated Indians- the kind that you probably work with. Our country’s history is full of proof that we need each other to be able to make it through the seasons and years. We’ve learned that lesson in varying degrees.

We’re awesome because most of us are at least bi- if not tri-lingual. And just so we’re clear- these aren’t always obscure languages, spoken by the last remnants of a tribe. Most of the languages we speak are spoken by populations equal to those of Europe’s smaller countries, like Denmark.

We’re awesome because we’re hardworking. But we can also be lazy. Put those together, and you get people who will go the distance, but still look for the quickest way.

And last, but not the least, we contribute greatly to the economies of the countries we live in, whether they are our own (a given) or someone else’s.

Namaste

The 18th March Project – Post 5

I’ve just finished reading An Era of Darkness: the British Empire in India by author, politician, diplomat/ Indian candidate for the post of UN General Secretary a couple terms ago, Shashi Tharoor.

It’s his take on why the British owe the subcontinent.

He definitely makes a number of valid points.

Did the British do a lot for India? No. Neither did the Portuguese, or the French. (At least the French considered the people in their colonies ‘citizens’. The Portuguese did too, for a split second, a little bit before Salazar grabbed power.)

Do the imperialist nations (including but not limited to the Dutch, the Belgians, the Spanish, and the Japanese to some extent) owe the rest of the world? Yes.

And you know the easiest way to begin making up for it? Don’t charge us for clean technology. Give it to us for free.

Why? You ruined indigenous industry so your own would flourish, and decimated and degraded indigenous populations for centuries because they didn’t fit in the neat little box of your insular culture(s). You can at least help us protect the planet while raising our people out of poverty. Let’s face it, they are probably in it because you moved populations around to suit your needs, and messed up our economies. (Fun fact: India’s economy was equal to roughly a quarter of the global economy in the early 18th century, but is at maybe 9% today, nearly 70 years after Independence.)

No, the people who live in and legislate for the ex-imperialist countries are not the same ones who came and took over something that wasn’t theirs. But you’ve benefitted from your ancestors’ rapacity.

Let’s make the world a better place now, because we can’t undo the past.

Let’s have some form of reparations.

The 18th March Project – Post 4

I travel by public transport. The Metro, to be more precise. In the mornings I prefer to travel in Gold class. It’s the cabin at the front or rear of the train that has better-cushioned seats, folding tables on the backs of some seats and costs double the regular fare.

I get out at Union, one of the interchange stations, and make my way with possibly hundreds of others from the Creek platform to the UAE Exchange platform. I’m usually among the first on the escalator because the Gold class disembarkation area is very close to it and the stairs to the Concourse.

I’ve been doing this regularly for at least a year. Watching people go up the stairs or the escalator from the Creek platform to the concourse is what inspired the analogy.

I began to see the similarity between this daily struggle, and Life.

If you have certain advantages – money, or position – it’s easier for you to get on the escalator and ascend faster.

There are those who through sheer will power will climb the stairs and beat those who get on the escalator before them.

There are those who get on the escalator and do not wish to add their own steam to the kinetic energy of the escalator, propelling them upwards. They couldn’t care less about the people who come after; they will even block the way, not through any malice, but just because they aren’t using their brains nor are they aware of the world around them.

At some point there are so many of these people of the escalator that taking the stairs actually becomes the quicker option.

And isn’t the world just so much like that?

The 18th March Project – Post 3

I’ve been a bridesmaid once and a maid of honour once, and I’ve attended several weddings in various capacities, so I naturally feel my vast experience allows me to pass on some advice to those who come after…

  1. Don’t try to out bride-zilla the bride.

It is not your day.

It is her day.

If she wants to stay up till all hours of the night making takeaways or photo-booth props, do not engage.

Calmly tell her you will do it, and then get her to go sleep.

She’ll need it.

  1. You are allowed to shout at the bride if she hasn’t eaten or kept herself hydrated.

Because you are not going to carry her if she faints.

3. Pockets.

Or a bag.

Make sure you convince the bride to let you carry or wear something you can stuff band aid, bob pins, tissue to swab the makeup and sweat from your faces, makeup for touch-ups post-swabbing, biscuits, scissors, needle and thread, your phone (and hers) in.

Groomsmen’s pockets can’t hold as much as you need. Trust me on that.

  1. If you can’t help out as much as you would like to –or she needs you to – be upfront about it.

Tempers tend to run high around weddings, so if you flake on your promises, it will be remembered.

Hell hath no fury like a bride-to-be let down.

  1. Be at the wedding for her.

I don’t mean don’t have any fun, or stick to her like a leech.

Be present and ready to do whatever is needed- there are a million things to do that you won’t even remember the next day, but that will all contribute to making her day (and by extension, the groom’s)

Fluff the dress. Dance near enough for the photos to look amazing, but not so near that the groom isn’t visible. Carry the veil. Frown at the people who want to wish them while they’re enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Orchestrate shots of the dress and shoes and bouquet and all the other little pieces of the wedding symphony. Protect them from whiny relatives – they’ll have to deal with that soon enough, and for the rest of their lives together.

  1. Wear comfortable shoes.

Much love and heartiest congratulations to A + R, who recently – only last week – tied the knot there’s no untying.

The 18th March Project – Post 2

I’ve been in the workforce for close to a decade now.

Because this seems to be a year of retrospection, let’s see what I’ve learned:

  • Not everyone follows an upward trajectory; some people grow horizontally (career-wise, and physically)
  • The more multicultural an office is, the greater the chance you will work with someone who believes in the stereotypes about your country. Say we sound like Apu again. Go on. SAY IT.

(My advice? Forgive, but do not forget, their ignorance. Maybe it’s hard for their minds to take in the fact that people are individuals, and not

  1. an archetype of their nationality or
  2. a mishmash of every <insert nationality> character they’ve seen in different media)
  • A manager who can truly see past East and West is a rockstar. Heck, one who can see you as an individual with specific, personal goals and dreams and can get you to use your skills and knowledge where they are best suited is a treasure.
  • The worst workplace has its pros; the best workplace has its cons. Choose what you are willing to put up with.
  • It’s not all about the money, but money plays a big role. Sometimes it’s about flexibility, or learning opportunities. It is *mostly* about the money. Don’t work for someone who isn’t willing to pay you fairly. You will definitely grow to resent it.
  • Karma gets everyone. Even in business. So don’t be an ass.
  • Not everyone believes you all belong to the same team.
  • Having friends at work is important. These are the people who understand your frustrations when a deliverable is late, or show you another side when you’re venting about a co-worker.
  • Another thing that’s important is knowing your rights. Read your contract thoroughly. Ask questions. If you have to make compromises, negotiate first. Only you know what’s best for you. And if you don’t ask, you usually don’t get.

The 18th March Project – Post 1

A brother from another mother (hurrah for rakhis!) asked me to write everyday as my birthday present to him.

It’s an unusual present, and one that is very selfless, because he frankly doesn’t gain anything from this.

The one condition is that I publish something every 15 days.

So here’s a post that brings together a few things I love: farming, TV, equal opportunity.

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10 things I’ve learned about farming in Australia from watching McLeod’s daughters:

  1. It’s expensive to run a property.
  2. It isn’t the most rewarding work for your farmhands either.
  3. If you go organic, the whole property needs to be organic, and that can take 5 years to happen.
  4. It’s a good idea not to remove ‘weeds’- they keep the soil together and their roots prevent water from running away too fast.
  5. Australia has officials who determine who has the right to use water, and how much.
  6. Aussie farms don’t all have merino sheep ( 6th grade me feels quite let down).
  7. Fences need to be checked and repaired frequently, or cows might get out. Or sheep. Or llamas.
  8. People steal cattle. Yes, even in this day and age. Guard your stock.
  9. Make sure you aren’t foolhardy, but learn to take some risks.
  10. Use water wisely.