Beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. ~ Rumi
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Perhaps, Hope Lies in the Creation of Environmental Palavers
In the context of environmental change, behind the countless readings we did from a varied sources, I observed a disturbing trend. A majority of the authors were either interested in simply expressing their anguish and agitatation with humanity, population overload, and the fact that their rivers were not as pristine and secluded as they once were, or in ultimtaley stating that there is no solution for reversing the extent of damage we have done to our environment. Others are content with blaming lazy people, governments, etc.
Today, I was introduced to quite an intriguing concept- a palaver.
Palaver is an assembly of people who recognize that they do not know enough to know how to solve a problem which we all face together. As traditionally believed, the strength of a palaver lies in the fact that each member comes with strong background in a certain discipline and is willing to offer his/her expertise on that. When the idea of a palaver for climate change was introduced in the class, I remained frustrated as I realized that if the arguments and the people chosen to construct them were not chosen carefully, the palaver would then just end up being a non-virtual blog full of opinions going in no particular direction. This reminded me of a recent modern day example- the Copenhagen Summit on climate change.
Copenhagen didn't get us the legally binding global carbon emission reduction agreement we wanted. To many it was a disappointment, a vindication of their fears that world leaders would fail to seize the moment and rise above national self-interest to secure a historic climate treaty. It was the failure of a broad and a large-scale palaver discussing how to tackle climate change on a global scale. However, the more I analyzed it, I realized that another important consideration into creating a palaver that would give a fruitful result is to make these palavers on a small scale. Failure of the summit on large scale resulted because every country stands amongst a different kind of economic stature, lifestyle, construct of the economy within the society and thus, different demands from each other and amongst its people within itself. Therefore, this opens up an opportunity for businesses, local communities, and individuals to create their own palavers- assess their ways of thinking amongst their small surroundings, and see what works for them best, despite the lack of a national or even an international political consensus.
Local palavers and initiatives stemming out of their discussions can be replicated by groups across countries and nations can deliver substantial practices in fighting local climate change. The idea is that once these are successful and replicated with necessary tweaking in other regions, the beneficial local climate change in one or perhaps two small regions multiplies by 500 regions and so on. At the same time, they can drive the mass shift in attitude and behavior that is needed to tackle climate change.
The key at the root of any solution stemming from these palavers is to use incentives to engage people to become a part of both the economic and practical solutions that are needed. Following are a few examples that illustrate this idea.
CRERAL is a co-operative in south Brazil that supplies electricity via the grid to 6,300 mainly rural customers in the area. To increase the capacity and improve the reliability of its supply, it has built two river-based, low-tech, low-cost mini-hydro plants (0.72 and 1.0 MW capacity) that produce about 5.5 GWh of electricity a year, or 25% of overall demand .
In northern Tanzania, the Mwanza Rural Housing Programme (MRHP) trains villagers to set up enterprises making high-quality bricks from local clay, fired with agricultural residues rather than wood. As houses are now built from bricks instead of woods, not only does this reduce deforestation, the bricks have been used in more than 100,000 homes in 70 villages, providing improved comfort and durability .
Such practices not only create a solution for the local communities, but they also set up case examples which can be carefully studied and implemented in other communities. Moreover, holding a palaver and implementing its solutions locally alleviates the lack of control that people often feel in the midst of such policies because they may affect them but not benefit them, at least in immediate monetary terms (If everyone understood and happily accepted the long-term benefits green initiatives, things would be a lot easier). This problem can be tackled as well as the industries initiated by the policy- in our case example the hydro-plant or the brick factory- can be privately bought and sold so as to gain profits from their own small scale establishment by eliminating costs of acquiring it from elsewhere.
After contemplating on this topic for a bit, I realized that the creation of palavers could be extremely powerful in tackling climate change by implementing environmentally conscious habits. However, before the creation of any such palaver, it is most imperative that the affecting region is local, and a definitive objective is set which incentivizes and empowers people. This will lead to support and resources for the people and practical local climate change solutions will follow. Meanwhile, as big global deals are being sought, the local communities will already be moving-on with the task at hand.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Book Binding and Book Arts
Pictures along with this post are the books that I made during the workshop!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
18 Year Olds Must Travel Alone...

I always wished to travel and explore a city and its people all alone. The idea of seeing it with only my perspective gave me the highest thrills. So my last day in CA, I took the VTA Light Rail from Dowtown Mountain View and reached San Jose Conventional City Center in an hour.
This was finally the moment I had been living for. This was it, the beginning of an adventure.
As soon as the train passed and I faced the city, it dawned on me that I was a terribly meak and little creature to be alone in that enormous city.
Regardless, I mustered up some courage and starting walking towards the sign that said "Tech Museum round the corner." I thought that this would be the start of it. So I reached the museum, got in, decided that it wasn't worth seeing even before I saw any of it, and got out. Across the street was a little park and fountain. I thought that it was a nice place to ask for directions from people. I found out that the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum was about 3 mules away but the Art Museum was just around the corner.
Did I mention that I was on foot? Also, never go to the San Jose Art Museum on a Monday-it is closed.
Then I started the hunt for a bus that would take me to the Egyptian museum. The drivers who drove the downtown shuttle had no clue. It toom me half an hour to figure out that I could probably call the number on the bus stop and inquire. FYI bus # 81 takes you to the corner of Naglee and Park Avenue where the museum is and it takes about half an hour if you are standing on the intersection of Almaden Ave. and San something street.
It was already 4:15 and I was starving. So, I decided to look for some place to eat. On the way, I saw the Guadalupe River Park and decided to go there even though my body was dead from walking in the sun. Once there, I realized that it demanded a lot more time than I had. So once again I kept on asking random strangers if they knoew of any food joints nearby. No one did.
After another 20 minutes or so, McDonald's came around the corner to save the day. So I finished my lunch and saved the cookies to munch on along the way because I was terrified.
I finally caught the train back to Mountain View before daybreak because once there, I had to walk a considerable amount of distance to catch the bus back home and I didn't want to do that in the night.
I had a 100 epiphanies and learned a 1000 lessons:
- Get a map! I thought I'd be able to find a gas station and a map from there; obviously that wasn't what happened.
- PLAN the "adventure". It sounds really cool and fun to be spontaneous and go with energy but it completely fails.
- Get a companion! So that if you give yourself false encouragements, he/she can knock the facts at your face before it's too late. Also, their brain can work when yours is scared and panicked and hungry.
- Take a cycle? perhaps?
- It would also be better to be in touch with someone who knows their way around the city.
Anyway, it was quite ironic that every who tried to dissuade me from doing such a thing in the first place had to listen to my rants of how I am almost 19, have a brain and common sense, and can talk in English!
None of that actually worked. So I hope, fellow travellers, that you see the moral of the story.
Although, I'd like to add that I was glad I did something that took me straight out of my comfort zone and forced me to put myself into situation that challenged my abilities. Also, I got to do such an incredibly stupid thing at the age of 18 and not at 48...
Monday, May 19, 2008
Stalked in San Francisco
Saturday, May 17, 2008
MV Arts and Wine Festival
I want to publish this post as a tribute to the awesome "artsy/musical" skills of my friends back in Columbia-Rachels A C K, Amy, and Walid- just because all the time I was there, i couldn't help but think how much they would have enjoyed it!
So it started with food stalls and the smell of steak was overwhelming me. I was about to throw up and ran a bit only to find some girls doing the Hula dance at the "Win a Free Trip to the Polynesian Islands" stall. And then as we moved along, every single stall started to catch my attention by fascination.
The Czech photographer was the first one. She clicked amazing pictures in cities around the world and they were just stunning pieces of 3D work...they were mostly taken in Prague, CR and Jaipur, India.
Then there were these shi metal scuptures made a little far south from San Diego in California.
And I could probably go on and on about every single experience of unique art I had today but Ill just let the pictures talk.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Foothill and Mountain View Downtown
Mountain View gives me the impression of Charleston streets (a historically significant city in South Carolina), a coastal area with palm trees and the constant humidity, except for the fact that there are other trees too and it looks better than Charleston!
It's very refreshing to be here (and outside of Columbia). The colorful houses here make the city resemble a city one would find in Latin America or Spain. The city is also surrounded by "Los Altos" hills, which make being outside very pleasant!
Thursday, April 03, 2008
My Secret Pleasure...(Playing Around with handmade Paper)
So while the spring break was going on, I decided to take out my anguish and burden by taking up two more painting projects.
My charcoal painting is my version of Waterhouse's Boreas and my second piece for this style :)
I have been trying to find the time and piece of mind for her dress and face since last summer. I still haven't mustered up the courage to give her life (and features). So maybe, by the end of this weekend, I might have her all done, and ready to be up here.
This other one is a traditional style of painting called "Madhubani" which origins from a town of the same name in the eastern state of Bihar, India. Since the artists are simple people with little or no tools and paints to work with, they usually use natural inks made from leaves, flowers, and pretty much anything they can find. The outlines are made with wooden sticks and the color is filled in with these sticks snipped, shaved, and peeled apart at the end to give it the texture of a paintbrush. Often times though, cotton is used too.
My modern-day substitute?
Black ball point ink pen and markers.
This one has become quite special because my mom(my teacher) has grown quite fond of it; It'll hang wherever she takes it along with her =)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Persepolis

Persepolis is, perhaps, the best story ever told. Marjane Satrapi has a very simple yet enchanting way of taking people through the life of a nine year old girl who grows in revolutionary Iran, (later taken over by fundamental Islamists) and moves to Vienna all vulnerable. It is the story of this enduring girl who struggles between being a true Iranian at heart and fighting the tyranny that now governs the society.
To me, this movie was a great example of the experiences that come along with cultural chages and the perspectives one is exposed, and involuntarily given, while going through such drastic events in their lives.
Even though the writer only portrayed Iran as the "deeper and more complexed culture" as opposed to the modern day view of fundamentalism, fanatacism, and terrorism, clearly, this viewpoint applies to all the people suffering under these generally held misconceptions and prejudices.
And so, I highly recommend watching it to get a real glimpse of the worlds beyond our world.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
BANAA- Building Sudan
