Seeking Answers

I turned the car a/c knob to 2, turned the vents towards me and wondered at the change I had undergone.

There was a time when I hated the a/c in the car. But increasingly, even if my children want the windows down, I discourage them because of the heat and dust. But even if the a/c was on, I would turn the vents away because I hate the cold air blast directly on me. I would keep the knob turned at the minimum because I don't want to feel cold, only cool.

But now, even after turning it up from 1 to 2 (in my 13 year-old car, 1 is stage 1 of cooling, 2, higher and so on). Even at 2, and with the vents facing me, I felt no respite from the heat outside. Chennai is living up to its hot, hotter, hottest climatic pattern. But what is worrying is that at a time it should have come down to 'hotter', it is still at 'hottest'.

And I wondered at the change. In me, in the climate outside. The road stretches with no respite, covered endlessly with gravel and tar, radiating heatr. Denuded of trees, there is no hint of shade of any kind. The famous sea breeze is missing and even after 6 in the evening, hot winds blow - like the loo of Delhi. Maybe it is a sign of the change of winds in Delhi blowing across the country, but if it is going to be this hot I may have preferred status quo!

I wondered at man and his evolution. Cars are a great luxury that allow us comfort while covering long distances. But they demand more space to enable those distances. And trees have to give way to create those roads and parking spaces. And because there are no trees, the temperature keeps climbing. So we need cars to cover those distances comfortably... And so we cut more trees... And the temperatures keep rising up.

Oh, did I say that already!

Does everyone know this already? Am I saying nothing new? And yet we continue to live this way?

Why?

Debut Compost

Can you imagine, this is my kitchen waste! And now, it is mud!!!!

Started with the process around Feb 23, with two small pots. Was worried about smell, worms and what not. Mercifully, there was no smell. But, suddenly, the second pot was filled with maggots because the garbage was too wet. My westside balcony with its more than kind sunlight to the rescue! Sunned the mush and wow, back on track!

The two pots were filling up quickly - I mean, the old one halved in sometime, and then I had to transfer from the second to the first as the second was overfilling. Finally, had to buy a third pot. But that was the right decision since for almost a month, I didn't have to touch the first two. In that one month, the garbage in both the pots decompositioned (is that right?). Yesterday, finally, decided to sieve them and separate the compost material from the other dry lumps that need further breaking down.

Today, planted fenugreek in a small pot using a small amount of the compost because I believe that is a good way to know if the compost is good. Meanwhile, the third pot is going to lie idle and the first one starts getting fresh garbage.

I feel sad that we have lost the surroundings needed to let organic waste compost naturally. We crib about things being thrown without a thought on the roads, of people urinating in public and spitting. Yes, I hate it too. But what I hate more is the absence of enough soil to absorb these natural wastes which were absorbed by the soil and broken down to components that fertilised the soil.

Instead, we have more tar and plastic which have created needs for artificial disposal of waste - a problem that is not going to be easy to solve. The least we can do is to recreate the natural cycle and put the organic waste back into nature so that our waste disposal problem comes down, we don't have stinky garbage bins on public roads and are able to put the waste to good use.

What kind of mother are you?

How can I miss the action elsewhere - 

mother langur rushes on. 

"Mommy, take me too!" the young one clings.

My father often teased me that of the two types of mothers referred to in our scriptures - cats and monkeys - I belong to the monkey category. When I saw these langurs one morning at close quarters in Kabini recently, I was reminded of this, especially when the baby langurs were casually left behind as mothers rushed to participate in a fray that seemed more exciting than being a responsible mother.

A net search revealed that in Bhakti Yoga, ancient Yogis used the wisdom of animals to help us understand the correct way to live our life better. In that context, they have referred to the differences between the way monkeys and cats transport their little ones from one place to another, to illustrate the difference between jnana and bhakti practices.

The baby monkey clings to the mother who moves around freely. It is the infant monkey that has to remain safe as if he lets go, he will fall and die. The cats, on the other hand, grasp their offspring by their neck and and in fact, the kitten must remain still to remain alive. 

According to my father, I belong to the monkey category. What type are you?

de Composter

I was stunned when editing a section in a book about how before weddings, a community in Rajasthan (maybe all communities in Rajasthan) worshipped the garbage can for taking away waste from their lives. I am amazed at the thoughtfulness of our forefathers who respected every aspect of our life!

Very appropriately, that day also happened to be the day I ventured into composting. A few years ago, I had started waste segregation but it fell by the wayside, or rather, all waste ended in the same bin. Recently, I started feeling guilty about not doing anything and the seed of thought - to source segregate - had not even taken route in my mind when two people casually mentioned their composting initiatives. Even then, it didn't seem like something I would do.

And then, finally, after receiving a link from a relative and talking briefly with him, I was inspired to try my hand at it in the pots that I have not used to raise plants. Why not give it a shot!

Of course, this is just the fourth day and I am not even sure how it will turn out. But, the moment I see organic waste, my eyes light up. I reverentially collect it separately. On the road, when I see dried leaves flying around uselessly, I want to grab them all and dump them in the compost pot. I can well understand now why our ancestors worshipped that waste - which was predominantly organic matter - as it would go back to the soil and fertilise their lands. It was not waste but another resource.

I am glad to have talked to several people for professional reasons on recycling, upcycling and what not. But it is an even greater feeling of contentment and elation to think I could also contribute positively to it.

The Ecosystem

I had a dry, barren balcony used for my  clothes stand.

Sometimes we chilled out there, but rarely.

Yes, we did enjoy the sight of the cloudy skies, the setting sun, the birds and animals in the trees on the next compound.

And then we planted some trees. And we found an entire ecosystem emerging around us.

Used to screaming at the mere thought of seeing them, it was surprising how we all were more fascinated than averse when we saw their diligence in building their nest and protecting their little ones.

Photo courtesy: Srikant Ranganathan

The Insatiable Greed

Then, June-July

Satisfied with the greenery just outside our balcony, we resisted having plants in the balcony protruding from our drawing room. Young children was one excuse. Then when they grew up and seemed responsible, the fear of having brown finger as against green made me go slow.
But once we started, there was no stopping what I wanted in my balcony. Slowly, one by one, each pot got added. I watched with bated breath as each new plant took time to assess its surroundings and decide to flourish - it was as if they approved of me. Their approval encouraged me to add yet one more.
Ambition and greed grew.
Then, the rose that bloomed almost every day slowly dried up showing its green spine that slowly turned brown. The Tulsi - did it accuse me of neglect? It dried up and the two saplings that I got also did not seem to take root. But I refused to pluck the dried stem out. Like clinging to the dead, I clung to the dried plants.

Now, September

The dried ones remain dry, but suddenly life returned - Tulsi grew even in a pot that I had stopped watering after I had transplanted the original plant to another pot. I had given Tulsi from the rose pot (which was growing on its own) to my neighbour. But suddenly, the rose pot has a proud and tall Tulsi. The central pot still has a dried Tusli stem. But with that grow weeds...? I refuse to pluck them out. My garden is not a study in specialisation but for greenery. Whatever grows, grows... Each has its beauty. One creeper has yellow flowers. My foolish heart suggests it is pumpkin. It also has for company a Tulsi and some other plants, surely roadside variety.
One small pot has mustard seeds - an experiment by my elder one - that seemed to wilt when I neglected it for two days. The hibiscus leaves droop. But when I poured water the third day and it drizzled a bit, that was enough for the plants to look fresh and ready.
A plant I got from my brother - leaves with purple centre and green borders - never took off.
Watching the life-struggle and the hope it brings when it succeeds, how can I destroy any one of them by branding them a weed?
I still lust for more variety in my small garden.

Protect It Like Wealth

There was a time when 'wasting money like water' was a commonly understood maxim. Commonly accepted in fact. But today, the consequences of taking water for granted is hitting us badly. Globally there is a shortage of drinking water. Water resources are drying up. And rain flays us or fails us but does not do much to fulfill our water needs.

Because, we use more than we need... more than nature designed for us. We flush water down the drain, we flush waste into water bodies and think that somehow, money is going to find us water all the time.

Having got used to this system, it came as a shock when one retired IAS officer pointed out to me - we shit in water which is considered holy, pour more water to flush it across the city thus adding volume and then try to remove the waste and make that polluted water usable in some form. It has become fashionable to say 'recycle' but not 'stop polluting'.

Ecosan toilets has been tried successfully in some of the regions with high water table and a retired IAS official who had worked with it wanted a book written. After I met her to ghost write the book for her, the comforting sound of a full flush tank emptying itself in my toilet makes me feel guilty. These toilets work on the principle of liquid separation, letting the waste dry hygienically and use it as compost at the end of a period of time. Like in the traditional system, but with hygiene and privacy, it helps maintain the ecological balance and puts less stress on water. As I did some research to add supporting data, other consequences of the sewage system also came to the fore, as also the increasing demand for potable water.

Yes, it needs a huge mindset change. But it is either that, or running out of water sometime soon. Instead of grappling with more and more expensive technology that only addresses water purification after it has been polluted, it is important to look for ways to curtail the polluting habit.

We can no longer afford to waste water. The sooner we realise this, the better.