Thursday, January 23, 2014

On Poisoning

I have, for the past few years, been reading about poisoning and survival. It started with a news article, I read about a farmer attempting suicide by drinking pesticide. He owed some money to a moneylender! The story is old and dated, it is also a story oft repeated. So I will not go into the specifications.

This post is not about the debt cycle of the poor and impoverished that leads them to poison and suicide. No this is different kind of poisoning I talk about. Industrial Poisoning - a lethal killer, a painful death and in many cases a very painful living!

My awareness and attempts to understand poison started when I was 8 years old. I remember the incident so well cause my aunt was in Bhopal then. She was a teaching in a school in Bhopal. My family called her and then anxiously awaited her return to safe grounds. This was in December 1984. The Union Carbide factory spewed venom into the air and the misery unfolded. The tragedy is well documented, official figures quote that about 3000 people died and unofficially about 15000 people died that night and several thousands still suffer and will be born suffering. The question of why it took nearly two decade and thousands of deaths before the Government took any concrete action in favour of the suffering victims has never been discussed.

This incident triggered of my reading about industrial poisoning and its prevalence in India. Chemical factories in Nandesari industrial Area, the chromite mines in Sukhinda Valley for soda ash factory in Mithapur, the toxic waste dump to name a few in North India etc. And in south India the list is equally unending pharma companies’ letting toxic waste in the Nakkavagu stream in Hyderabad, Manjira River and Nizam Sagar contamination by pollutants from the Guddapotaram-Bolaram-Patancheru industrial axis, Endosulfan poisoning from spraying the cashew plantation in Kerala. The list is so long and unending.

It is a given fact that the marginalised in the community take the brunt of the poisoning. Even so, the full extent of the betrayal of the underprivileged in our quest for development has yet to be appreciated.

The thirst for growth and profit has led our country down the garden path of industrialization. It is pointless to discuss the pros and cons of Industrialisation and the resultant globalisation. Railroads were not built for the benefit of the society; it was built to transport raw materials for development of, initially, the British raj then, for the benefits of the corporates. But the railroads now serve as lifeline to the teeming population in India. Globalisation has its benefits as the learned economists say and it has led to greater opportunities for many million people.

However, development should be sustainable -sustainable both in terms of technology and inclusiveness. India has 50 odd billionaires in country of over a billion. A greater portion of these billionaires have accumulated their wealth poisoning entire communities and future generations and this may not be the best way forward to developing an inclusive society.

Please note that I am not building a case for protectionism – what I reiterate here is the right of healthy living for one and all. Hence it is extremely important to address the effects of Industrial poisoning. Following the ‘Polluter pays principle” many of these issues can be addressed. It does not serve well for the society if the government works hand-in-hand with the corporates to write-off the loss of lives as collateral damage of development.

CSR is the ‘in-vogue’ acronym for corporates. CSR is not just about adopting a school/ village. It is about being responsible to the society one exists in. Corporates need to wake up to this fact.

My astonishment also stems from our collective ignorance or indifference to the incidents and the suffering! 

Yes we see occassional reports on marches by the victims, some do-good activists and few environmentalists. But this barely makes an impact on us - (and now is targeted as anti- development and even more as anti- national) and the media sensationalises it to such an extent that the feeling of disconnect is intensified. We make indignant noises and write ‘letters to the editor’ and then the issue is forgotten until the next time.

The poisoning continues and in India it is the survivor who pays – pays because of ill health, pays the doctors, pays for the medicines, pays with his or her life.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

HIGGS BOSON

When matter decays ... there you are! 'You boson!'

Its celebration time in the nerdland, particle physicists are over the moon because they found it, the theorists are feeling god like as they predicted it. 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Poem

I have been reading Rainer Marie Rilke .... "A Walk" My eyes already touch the sunny hill, going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has its inner light, even from a distance — and changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on, answering our own wave ... but what we feel is the wind in our faces. “”"The Walk" by Rainer Maria Rilke (1924) Translated by Robert Bly It is beautiful

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Pain

Melodramatically titled post?
Not sure- I've been thinking about pain andI keep seeing my sister's face.

I remember when she first mentioned, the abdominal cramp and pain - immediately after eating. That day after breakfast - she had to lie down trying to cope with the pain...

I was badgering her to go to a GP to check out the problem - she said she would. I think she delayed going to the doctor for more than a month.

I remember - how she lookedon 13 Jan - trying to reach out to each of us who visited her. her right hand extending - gaze clouded by drugs and filled with pain and fear!

She was afraid and in pain and I could only mumble silly things like - don't worry chechi, it'll get better, we'll go home soon...

We took her home on 15 Jan - somehow that was not a journey I imagined... pain on everyones faces - my brother-in-law, my nieces, my parents.

I saw her in my dream yesterday - pain etched face, trying to touch me.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

What happens when...

As mentioned earlier - has been a hectic 2 months - body and brain have temporarily shutdown - I was thinking the word 'over' the other day and few words kept popping up - overworked, overwhelming, overused, overreach... I think I'd do well in scrabble if someone gave me an 'er'word!'

Down with throat infection and doctor advised strongly for 'voice rest.' Hence I type away. Took the day off from work yesterday and got a snide remark from boss for that! REALLY - people take a chill pill!

That apart I have read enough political commentaries and economy reports - decided I would look at other generes for a change- SO!

I have been reading and reading - ... the chosen genere has been erotica - it has turned out to be VERY interesting! :)

I am checking out few more authors - it will be interesting to see what they have to say!

Life's OK!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Cancer

Many patients die of cancer as a result not only of metastases but also recurrence of their primary tumor and treatment with cytotoxic drugs. In most patients with cancer, the cause of death is usually indirect; death is not the result of an overwhelming metastatic burden.

Renal damage may occur as a result of direct renal or ureteric invasion rather than renal metastases. The most common causes of death in cancer patients are chest or urinary tract infections, usually of gram-negative organisms. The infections usually result from an impairment in drainage caused by metastases.

Paraneoplastic syndromes occur in as many as 75% of patients at one time or another; these syndromes contribute to an electrolyte imbalance and subsequent demise. These syndromes have no direct relationship to tumor metastases. Most patients with liver metastases die with metastases rather than from metastases.

Friday, January 21, 2011

And there was no more time.

I waited thinking there was time
I waited to take that vacation
I waited thinking let my son grow up a bit more
I waited to do that family get together
I waited thinking let her get better

I waited, 34 long years
to get to know my sister better
and suddenly - There is no time left
Suddenly within a span of 6 months
Our lives have changed forever

I'll never know what her favourite colour was
I'll never know what she liked doing best
I'll never know what made her laugh
Or what made her cry
Now, to put it simply - I'll never know

There is no more time left - with her
to laugh, to cry, to soothe, to fight
No more time left!