Thursday, 9 May 2013

30 minutes "Noticing the Unnoticed" !!!!



 The weather was not so good. It was snowing and windy. I reached the Conestoga Mall challenging the harsh snowfall. I got off the bus entered the mall. I felt the sudden warmth as if somebody threw me in a desert from the icy mountain. I walked by the clothing outlets that were offering heavy discounts. Stores like “H & M” and “Suzy” offered 50 percent sales for the family day. Other stores had sales too. I was tempted to step in and had an interpersonal conflict. Shall I drop in now? I convinced myself that I had a purpose to be there in the mall. It was already 2.05 pm and I wanted to be in my research zone while people were still coming to eat.
            I then headed to the food court where I expected a big cultural diversity for my ethnographic observation. With more diversity come multiple perspectives for observation. I choose to be in food court in mall because I had the assumption that with food being served from all over the world, people from different parts of the world would stop over and I could watch their activities. I secured a seat for myself in the corner table in the food court in the mall. Each table had a setting for four people with four light wooden chairs. There were food stalls from different parts of the world including but not limited to Thailand, China, Japan, India, Middle East, Italy.This is what means by globalization as food from any parts of the world was available. I headed to Thai food stall and ordered Tom Yum soup after queuing up for few minutes. I deserved that hot soup after surviving the snow outside. The young girl who took my order looked like a native Thai. I went back to my table. In front of my table was a young man in his early thirties busy with his phone, not talking but texting or surfing. He was waiting for his food to arrive as a lady standing in front of the same Thai food where I just bought my soup was paying for their order. She probably was his wife and normally wives wait and men order food but here the man was sitting.  I could notice that my cultural bias was being dragged in. The couple looked like South Asians probably Indian, Bangladeshi or Pakistani. The woman had long black hair and was wearing a bright red jacket. She looked in her early thirties. The man was wearing a cap with a maple leaf on it and had spectacles on. She came back to the table to join her husband. Husband I say, but this was still my guess]. I could over hear them and now I confirmed that they are either from India or Pakistan as I could understand that man asking her “Is that all our order and have you paid”? They spoke either Urdu or Hindi which is so similar that I can hardly make a distinction. Urdu is more complicated for me than Hindi though. The women only nodded. The man was still playing with his phone. They started to eat their food and amazingly the woman also started playing with her mobile phone while they were eating. They were hardly talking to each other or even looking at each other but so concerned on what they were doing in mobile. It looked like they were not a couple but two strangers forced to share a table for a while. It even reminded me of Putnam’s bowling alone and degrading social capital. Is mobile phone playing a negative role in social capital building?
            Next my eyes fell upon a little white boy wearing a bright yellow T-shirt with the pictures of cars on them. Boys from the very young age are inclined towards cars and mechanical world who had a clue that I was jotting down something in my note book. He was probably of 8 or 9 years old. While I was also looking to their table from time to time (though with caution not to be noticed) this boy figured out I was looking at their table.  He was curious perhaps because I was the only one in the entire food court who was also writing something while eating.I do not have any good sense of distinguishing white people for their geographic origin and he was speaking English to his parents so I guessed this little boy was a Canadian. However, in this melting pot culture he could be from any origin. My eyes again spotted the same South Asian couple who were by now ready to leave the table. The husband was carrying a large recyclable environmental friendly bag with three arrows of reduce, reuse and recycle. It looks like he is an environment conscious person who has understood that the struggle between the human and resources is not inviting a good future for mankind. Coincidently, when they left I could see big screen in the mall was projecting the environment news. One of them said “Moose crashes somewhere in Winnipeg”. I related the news to larger scale human and nature conflict. The other news scrolled so fast that I could not even read them well but could make a sense that they were talking about carbon credits.
            The food court was not overtly busy as it was already a late hour for lunch. The table left by the South Asian couple was occupied by a family with two kids. Both the parents looked very young and particularly for the mother I would not guess her age to be above mid twenties. They spoke their own language. They could be the Chinese, Korean or other East Asians. I can understand some Japanese language so rejected the possibility of them being Japanese. The man was wearing the black sweater and moved to the Chinese food stall and brought some noodles and rice. The rice looked glossy and sticky. He also picked some chopsticks. As I looked at him walking back to his family seat, an old disabled man was helped by a young woman in his wheel chair and he found a seat far away from the corner seat I had booked for me. [S.R.: Disabled people get a good facility and care in this country; my country still is engulfed with the stereotypes for disabled population] In the table the young father started feeding one of the boys while mother started feeding the younger one. Division of labor is a key for avoiding conflict and may be this is the reason the family looks happy. The younger child was hardly 2 years old while the older one could be 5 or 6. The couple laughed and talked a lot in their own language. They were loud enough to be heard but made no sense as I would not understand them to take notes of anything that would be interesting for me.
            There was still some movement going on in the food court. People kept walking through while some stopped to buy some food. A group of four young boys headed first to “Subway” stopped for a while, discussed a bit and headed to “Tim Hortins” and moved back to “Subway” again. I was thinking people find it difficult to build consensus on what to eat especially when they are in bigger groups or unless they have it in their mind from before. I observed that people who came to the food court had a dilemma on which stall to go for. However, I could notice the longest queue either in the Thai food stall or in the Tim Horton’s. Thai food and Tim Horton’s had a good luck that day and was doing great business.One of the boys in this group even noticed that I was observing them. He gave me a double look and I forced my eyes to my note book so that he would be convinced that I was busy with my own stuffs.
            The cleaning staff of the mall was moving from one table to other which was the part of her job. She is not concerned like me who moves in and out and who does what. She is looking for tables to be cleaned. She approached my table and smiled and as I was still there she didn’t wipe off my station. She wiped the other table next to me and while she did that I could see her wrinkled hands but she had no rings on her fingers. She was dressed up in the mall’s cleaning uniform and apron. She also had a cap on. It looked like she has seen over sixty springs of life. I felt good to see that people in late years of life are still working and living an independent life which is an indicator of a strong economic state. Suddenly some music started to play in the mall. The song was not familiar to me so I could not catch lyrics. A man with his arms tattooed with flowery prints made an entry to the food court with a girl. I could see that the girl had pierced her lower lips and the eye brows. I think it will be very painful to get tattoo and pierce done and would not this look bit awkward as people grow older?The man had a shoulder length hair with crocodile glasses resting on his head and the girl’s hair shorter than his was dyed to dark red. They were probably both in their early twenties. They found a place to sit, few tables away from mine and were drinking coke that they had in their hands from before they entered the food court. They sat in the table next to a woman who was bit obese. I also noticed many other obese people moving in and out of the food court. Obesity was a marked phenomenon during the entire period I was there. A good number of young people looked over weight and I was wondering if obesity is becoming a big problem in the country. I was surprised that during my observation, I could not see any African people coming in the food court. The tattooed boy and the girl did not buy any food but walked towards the rest rooms. The girl went inside while the boy was waiting for her outside and was holding her pink colored purse. A man in my country would be reluctant waiting for a woman outside washroom and holding her purse. I was glad to see a supportive man there.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

An Unsung Song !!

Damini, in her early twenties, victim of gang rape in India went for a long sleep. While she went to sleep she awakened civil society in India. Hundreds of Damini are abused all over the world in one way or the other. I could only be the witness to the speech by a speaker who shared experiences from Congo in one of our guest lectures. Women falling prey to rape are rejected by their own family. Somewhere else women are killed by their own families for honor issues. Women have suffered always and might continue suffering in silence.
            Civil society organizations have a long history all over the world for working in the area of women violence and abuses. No doubt with these painstaking efforts, they have transformed societies to a high extent but there is still a long way to go. Things are changing gradually but can we wait for things to change at this slow pace and continue witnessing women falling prey? A nationwide movement took place in India after the gang rape stimulated women’s security issue. Civil society when united can gather an immense strength. They advocated for a fast track court to deal with cases as such so as to make sure the culprit is immediately sentenced without any delay. They challenged the judicial systems and whole public governance was questioned for inability to provide a secure environment for a woman.
The movement went viral. Internet that worked for a change during Arab spring was used as strong social capital platform for awaking people from the deep sleep. I could see people from all over the world had solidarity for the movement. The globe is getting smaller and technology outbreak has made it possible for people all over to world to respond to and have their views on any particular issue. Damini got support from all over the world irrespective of geographic, religious and cultural differences.

Nepal has similar sad story on women falling victims to discrimination and violence. Tears shed by abused women have always been considered less expensive than water, their voices is never loud enough to draw any attention. Stereotypes obstruct social changes in women’s issues but there is always a point when the iron bars are broken. Damini gave the strength to these weak arms to push the bars in Nepal. Outdated and irrelevant laws were challenged.

I see a dawn, a rising sun. The occupy movement going on in capital city of Nepal is spreading beyond. People all over the country are waking up from the long sleep. Silence is breaking. Nepal since last few weeks is fully occupied with movement against violence towards women. A migrant worker women who came back home after many years was robbed and raped with the support of an employee in immigration office. This is how a hardworking bread winner was welcomed back in her mother land. Many protests are ongoing to ensure she gets justice. Several other never told stories are becoming visible as well. Throughout the country civil society organizations are protesting and gaining wider supporters.  Events and activities are all focused on women issues for the time being. Some aggressive while other peaceful protests are going on, I was impressed by one the movement where the policemen who came to control the crowd were given roses by the protestors. This is a very good start of non violent movement. For a similar awareness event, a teenager cousin of mine wants to sing a song against women violence and was asking me if there is any song that I could remember. We reflected and wanted to remember if there is any in our local language. Nothing came to our mind. I posted this to my facebook wall and waited for my friends to suggest one but no one came back with a response. This is an indicator that such songs are rarely sung and these issues are rarely discussed. I sadly convinced myself that this is a story that was never told, a song that was never sang!