Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Newsletter 9 ..... 9th May 2004


Enjoying the village life

It's Friday 30th April and it is my day of rest. I am in a small village, not very far from my home  visiting a friend's family who have given me my after breakfast snack ( fruit and then curried pasta) , fed me my lunch ( dal, subji that is curried vegetables and rice) and then let me sit outside underneath the shade of a Jack fruit (massive funny looking fruit which are currently in season and the taste of the fruit is even more unusual, it ends up  in your mouth like a chewing gum). Here it is peaceful, I can write a little, dream a little, read a little and watch the world of rickshaws go by on a busy road opposite me. There is a river running alongside on the other side of the road, the morning washing is drying out on the side embankment and some bathers are still dipping in and out of the dirty, filthy water in order to get themselves cleaned? Just when I was enjoying the peace and the tranquillity of the countryside I got bitten by a huge red ant, unlike African one, I thought the Bangladeshi big ants were my friends, not the case? My peace is further disturbed by a crowd who have gathered around  to ask the usual questions: what is your name, what is your country, how many sons? " Get lost" or " piss off" or even stronger words like " F....off " will all fall on deaf ears, so I call my hostess for help!

 Those of you who wish to have more then 15 minutes of fame (esp. those with fairer skin, blue eyes and blond hair), Bangladesh is the place to be. You will be followed around, become a celebrity overnight and you will always be remembered.

 April for me was a month of important dates and events. Starting with my wedding anniversary, 5th and then 9th was not only date for Good Friday but also my husband’s birthday. I did make a huge effort for him , to attend a church for the morning mass in Mymensingh (another shitty city an hour ride from my home where the fundamentalists blew the local cinema few years ago). As always things did not go as planned. I had gone to a friend's home in Mymensingh, the night before and had to share a room with her sick granny. Poor granny spent most of the night going to the loo, which meant I did not get any sleep, which further meant that I did not wake up until 8 am, the time for me to attend the mass. When I did get ready to leave the house, I could not even step outside because the road outside was flooded. It had been raining all night. I finally made it to the church at 10 am and on my own I said few words to the God and left Mymensingh in a hurry because there was another storm on it's way and I wanted to get home in one piece instead of few broken once.

 I heard via e-mail that my sick brother whose birthday falls on the 20th, made it to his big ' SIX O ' and had a bite of his first ever birthday cake; congratulations dear bhai! Then it was my birthday and many thanks for those who remembered, total of 3, what a sad life I must be living ? Perhaps you are right, but it has nothing to do with not being remembered on my birthday. However I need to tell you, that I never make a public announcement of my big day. That is not because I am losing my memory with age but for me celebrating birthday is a very much a Western tradition which I refuse to adopt. How boring, you may be right again?

 The date which has very little to do with my personal life but will be remembered by me for a long time is of course 14th April 2004. After the first 2 days of just observing the relief work with Oxfam, I had joined the team to give them my own helping hand. The whole of my NGO had come to a standstill and therefore there was no work for me to do anyway. Helping to cut 2000 plastic sheets for tents was one thing which needed lots of hands and then distributing kitchen utensils, oil, sacks of grain, soap, hurricane lamps, matches, and believe it or not sanitary towels. For good 5 days I joined the team in the field where the baking sun heat reached 40 degree C (100 F) most of time and working in that sort of heat was no fun. The transport for getting the team to the field was either on the motorbikes, or one of those pick up trucks with white flag flying in front, which we have all seen on TV. I once managed to get a lift on heavy truck known as juggernaut and that was the experience not to be missed, however my Bangladeshi girl friends would not be seen dead in them? What a boring life they must lead?


 For good few weeks, disaster area became a tourist attraction and hundreds of people came from far away to simply look at the carnage and also cause a lot of traffic problems. At the time of disaster, there was also the local election and main roads were often blocked by hundreds of men marching up and down, promoting their candidates. They had very little time for our white flag or our emergency supplies for the needy. Our lunchtime was like a picnic time for me (the only time I shall have a picnic without the immediate crowd gathering to ask the usual questions). We would all huddle together, under the shade of one tiny canvas tent and feed our hunger but we were always watched by more so hungry people who had walked for miles to get their bag of rice.

 Oxfam have asked me to write about my experience for possible publication and I have put lots of questions, which have bothered me about the relief work. Things like how useful were the plastic sheets on the 18th when it rained so badly that we feared for our own lives? The villagers were given lots of kitchen stuff, but where was the kitchen in the plastic sheet? Were sanitary towels ever going to be used? The villagers were provided with a small bag of bleaching powder, which we would never allow it to be used in UK. At the same time they were also given a bag of purification water substance and it looked very similar to the bleaching powder, was it wise? Lots more questions and I will need to carry out case studies to assess the effectiveness of the relief work and report back. I am waiting for Oxfam for their approval?

 Finally, I am grateful for those who felt that my death wish should be delayed because I have greater appetite for life on this planet, so if that is the case I shall hang around in my little Net………. a little longer for more of those near miss experiences, my India and Sri Lanka can wait?        
Love,

Davinder xx                                

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