Showing posts with label Assam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Assam. Show all posts

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Field Trip to Nalbari District

It’s 10am and 2 jeeps are waiting outside to take us to Nalbari, a district of Assam just outside of Guwahati. We are going on a field trip to supplement what we have been learning about: dams, conservation and environmental degradation in North East India. We climb into the jeeps and begin the hour-and-a-half long journey to the villages.

As our jeep approaches central Guwahati, traffic increases and there are more rickshaws, auto-rickshaws and cars to manoeuvre around, more stalls line the streets and more people are going about their morning routines. Tea stalls are busy with customers getting in their first chai of the day. No milk; black and sugary is the custom for Assam tea. Fruit and vegetable vendors, their spread of produce nearly reaching the road, calling to the passing crowds, looking for their first purchase of the day. Left merges into right. Lines and boundaries are arbitrary. Near-collisions; a constant occurrence. It is confirmed that our driver is following the jeep ahead of us and doesn’t actually know where we are going. Maintaining eye contact of the lead jeep becomes that much more important than road rules. Despite all of this, I’m feeling calm. Our driver expertly dodges road hazards and oncoming traffic that have wandered a little bit too far over, all the while maintaining sight of the other jeep. He’s got this under control.

On the way out of the city we cross the great Brahmaputra River, one of the largest rivers in the North East, by a large bridge. The water is rushing towards the Bay of Bengal, swirling and churning in protest after pushing past the pillars that have impeded its natural flow. The scenery changes and becomes slowly less inhabited. The number of cars, rickshaws, stalls, people, have decreased. Road obstacles are now four legged and oblivious to laws, order. Near-death experiences are frequent, but not for us. The landscape is changing to increasing shades of green. Finally we arrive at our destination, a smaller river. We see men throwing fishing nets from the banks of the river, stopping only to glance at the strangers watching their work from the bridge.
We meet some NGO workers from Gramya Vikash Mancha (GVM) who take us to see a small and dried up canal, built illegally by the villagers in an attempt to irrigate their dried out crops. The villagers have been forced to abandon their efforts and are no longer able to produce three crops per year as was common in the past. We have a following of about 30 children from the village, taking pictures, and staring at us with shining eyes; curious. We load back into the jeeps and continue to another village further away.


Roads divide land containing houses and flooded rice paddies. Many of the flooded areas are choked with water hyacinth (invasive species introduced during colonial rule) and other plants. Some of the less weed infested plots are being ploughed by man or cow-powered equipment. The NGO workers inform us that this land is only above water for 180 days of the year. Within two months, everything will be flooded and the villagers will have to seek refuge elsewhere until the flood waters recede. An area that used to be able to produce three seasons worth of harvests per year can now only produce one.
We are taken to another part of the river, upstream to where we first arrived. Nalbari is situated between two rivers that originate in Bhutan, the Pagaldia and Buradia rivers. The area between them is considered a wetland but is drying up during the winter months in recent years. Yet another area, inhabited by few villagers, has been bought by the government for small carp and tilapia fisheries. It seems that the water-logged fields behind are a “favourite location” for more gruesome government activities.

We’ve spent some time over the past week of our study circle listening to researchers and activists talk about the mega dam construction proposals for North East India. There are plans to build some 160 dams in the North East to produce 70GW, (more or less) of energy. Most of these dams are planned for Arunachal Pradesh (estimated to produce 50GW of that power), a more Himalaya abundant area, but there are plans for more dams in Assam, Nagaland, Mizoram. For reference, the 70GW proposed to be added in the next ten years or so, is just less than the total hydropower capacity added in all of India during 60 years of independence. The whole North East cumulatively needs about 1.2GW to be sufficiently powered. The rest of the power is proposed to be transmitted to the rest of the Indian subcontinent which already has a very rocky relationship with the North East (there are many-fold reasons for this, a few of which we have talked about during this study circle).

There is concern building for the more well-known negative impacts of dams on existing ecosystems; silt deposits and mineral displacement, sand banking when embankments are breached, decreased diversity of species due to unfavourable conditions. Despite laws which require proper environmental assessments and approval from the minister of environment and forests, as yet, very little research has been done on the environmental impacts of these mega dams on the land, communities, ecosystems and agriculture downstream of the proposed dams. Very little research has been done on how these dams will fair with the drastically changing weather patterns and effects of climate change. Research that has been done doesn’t seem to be getting much attention. Did I mention that the North East is a seismically active area? The devastation from a breach of any of these mega dams, once they are built, by a large earthquake or earthquake induced landslide would be catastrophic.

Hydro power is certainly considered to be a more favourable energy alternative to coal, oil, gas and nuclear power but there are also much less invasive and destructive ways to harness it. Smaller, localized, run of the river dams may not result in as much power generation but would have much less long term negative effects on the surrounding ecosystems, agriculture and communities. In a time of increasing climate change, land disputes and food security problems, it seems that a much greater precedence should be placed on the importance of maintaining a livable and productive environment than expanding industrial capabilities. So why go through with such a destructive project? It seems there are a lot more corporate sector players encouraging the concrete constructions from behind the scenes. . .

There is, of yet, no dam built on the rivers surrounding Nalbari but a dam is proposed to be built where the rivers join. More likely than not, the inhabitants of this region will have little say in whether or not construction of a dam goes forward.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

29 (+10) hour train ride later. . .

I’m in Assam.

The Chicken Neck


My first observation upon arrival was how similar the climate is to Kerala and Karnataka (both in South India). . .and also how much the Brahmaputra river in Guwahati reminded me of the lakeside of Pokhara (Nepal).


But let’s rewind a little first.

In Delhi, I had a lot of time to wander around Phar Ganj between my plane and train journeys. Phar Ganj is just outside of New Delhi station and generally considered to be the backpacker hub. I managed to get a cell phone, chai, a Hindi phrase book and some time on the internet. I also managed to get scammed by a lady who took me on a walk to buy her food after complimenting me on my earrings.
Even though I knew it was a scam, I followed her. She told me a story of how she had 6 babies and lived very far outside of the city and just needed some food. She didn’t like money. She had a small girl with her who put on a wide grin whenever I looked at her. She led me to a stall that sold dry food; flour, daal, spices and oil and instructed the man to load up plastic bags full of each. The total was 300 rupees (approximately $6). I told her I had never agreed to buy it for her but she just ignored my protest and bartered the price down to give the illusion that she was helping me. I kept looking to the small girl who, upon realizing I was looking at her, would immediately turn on her smile. For some reason I still don't understand, I gave in and paid.

Once the lady had procured her goods she shooed me off to ensure that I didn’t follow her “home”. A few minutes later I saw her again, following another foreigner down the street. . . .

I always find it hard in the heat of the moment to turn away from people in need, in this case, even when it's so obviously a lie. I should have just walked away from the start, but it’s hard when you’re being addressed so directly and in a friendly manner. I want to expect the best of people, give them the benefit of the doubt, be generous (really what difference does $6 make to me?). But then I remember a lesson I learned on the PEPY Ride and a post by Daniela (PEPY’s founder)in her wonderful blog. . .Every dollar you spend is like a vote. If you simply give money to people who are running scams or beggars or poor people, you are voting for more of the same. It’s harsh, but it’s also true. Simply giving money is not sustainable and doesn’t improve the situation, it just sends the message that foreigners (or more broadly, someone else) have money and can be sought out as a means of income instead of creating a better alternative.

I’m sure that the lady that talked to me took the food somewhere to sell it at a lesser value to get money and/or the shop she bought it from was also involved . . .in any case, there’s often a network of people that are supported by this kind of system. They’re everywhere in India, and other countries too. Anywhere there are tourists or money, really. But, what to do? It already happened. I’ll try to avoid this kind of situation next time. But it’s still hard to ignore someone who says they need something that you could easily provide. You’re tempted to think: it’s not necessarily always the case that there is a whole system in place behind them. . .maybe they really do just need some food right now. . .
Any good solutions out there?

The train was 2 hours and 45 minutes late arriving to Delhi. An 11:45pm departure turned into a 2:30am departure. I was getting tired so I went to the ladies waiting room and fell asleep on the metal chairs for a while. Finally the train came. My berth was with a family of 4, Mother, Father and 2 small children and another guy, close to my age. A couple minutes after the train left the station, we put the sleeping berths into position and were ready for bed. It had been an extremely long day and I fell asleep in seconds.

Brahmaputra River
 I awoke to a chai wallah. Best morning wake-up call ever! Then the question period began. It turned out the the family was from Assam and the other younger guy was from Shillong and spoke English very well. He acted as a translator for everyone else who wanted to ask me questions.
"You’re going to Guwahati?By yourself?!Why!?Isn’t this train boring?How old are you?How many brothers and sisters do you have?Are you married?Where are your parents?What do your parents do?" Etc.
The people I was sitting with were all very nice and friendly, I wish I could speak more Hindi already.

The guy from Shillong was named Nicky. He was in Delhi applying for a visa to go to the UK. He was tired and bored of India. He offered to show me around Shillong if I had time to go. Eventually he asked what exactly I was planning to do in Assam and after, in India. I showed him the itinerary of the study circle and found out some interesting things.

Pan vendor
Akhil Gogoi, leader of the Krishak Mukti Sangram Samiti (KMSS), was scheduled to be talking to us today with one of his colleagues. When Nicky saw his name on the paper he seemed surprised then informed me that he had been arrested just last week.

Before coming to India I was contacted by one of the organizer’s contacts in Canada who told me of a 30 000 person protest that had occurred in the North East just a few days before my departure. I’ve since found out, the protest was in response to a land dispute where a slum had been erected. There was a peasant uprising that resulted in police firing into the crowd of unarmed protesters, killing 3 people (one a 9 year old boy) and arresting Akhil. . .unfortunately he won’t be able to make our seminar. His arrest prompted the shutting down of most of Guwahati, tea stalls and everything, in solidarity.
He’s a very popular guy.

Sunset on the Brahmaputra
A few hours later, Nicky released some frustration: “You can’t change anything. Anyone who tries to change anything is in jail or dead. Just enjoy the scenery and then go home. India is corrupt and crooked, no one can do anything to fix it.”

I didn’t argue. That I can’t change anything is probably true. That no one can do anything, I don’t believe. Certainly, it’s dangerous and difficult. Much easier to turn away and not let these issues concern you or go to another country (like I am currently doing too!) and pretend that the same or at least, similar issues, don’t exist there. . .you feel much less responsibility to do something about them if you don't know about them.

Instances of injustice are not separate, in my opinion. Injustice to one person, any person is an injustice to me as well. If there is a violation to any person’s basic human rights, it is a violation to my rights. If we give permission, even through idleness, for the disregard of one person's rights, we give permission for the same disregard of our own rights as a potential consequence.

It is naive to think the same violations cannot occur, under different circumstances, to anyone. If we let human rights abuses continue unchecked, I fear that they will. I feel that The Universal Declaration of Human Rights is almost taken as a joke to many corporations, businesses and developers. Only the rights of those with money or power matter. . .and only in so far as their right to acquire more money and power. Anyway, I guess I should move on to the rest of the trip. . .and stop ranting.

Finally I arrived in Guwahati. The train took an extra 10 hours to arrive than was scheduled and I missed a very interesting day regarding the big push for hydroelectric power and giant dams in North East India (they’re planning to build dams to produce a total of 70 000MW in the North East) and their environmental impacts. I haven’t been fully briefed on everything that I missed but I will try to make a post about it soon.

Coming back from Nalbari
I ate dinner with Simon, who first introduced me to the Study and Research circle, 2 other Canadian ladies, one who just finished her undergrad and one doing her PhD. and 3 other attendees of the seminar, one of the most prolific Marxist Leninist writers in the country (apparently) from South India, a professor from a university in Delhi and another student from the south. 2 others left yesterday, one was closely affiliated with Akhil Gogoi and has been getting a lot of media attention since the arrest. He had to return to Delhi but hopefully I will get to meet him sometime in the future. The other went to a different city for a memorial of a friend of his that was killed when he uncovered too much information about corruption (I don’t really know the full details, sorry.). We are currently waiting on him to arrive so we can start today’s seminar. . .
Brahmaputra sunset