Election Fever and Destination Dharavi

It is summer holidays for the children and you find loud bunches of boys playing cricket on roadsides. Game paraphernalia is seen about them. Their passionate cries rise above the noise of cars and trucks. And when the batsmen is bowled out, all the boys blow whistles.

Where did you get these fluorescent whistles?

From the seeti-walla uncle, replies the adolescent bowler.

Who?

Don’t know. Some party man.

Election fever is spreading fast in Dharavi and politicians are doing their very best to buy their prime cut from the area. You sell Dharavi soil and it is gold. The Election Commission currently states that Dharavi has more than 2.3 lakh registered voters. A website that has been tracking constituency candidates states that the top 5 election issues this time are: corruption, terrorism, environmental protection, public transport and disaster management. What are Dharavi sentiments about the elections that are just a couple of days away?

A woman from Transit Camp says that ration shops are now fully operational. This wasn’t the case some 5 months ago, when you couldn’t get essential grains such as wheat and rice from the ration shops. You could get .kerosene, perhaps. The public is fully aware that once voting day comes to an end, the grains shall evacuate the ration shops and things will return to their former strained existence.

Then there is the forever deferred Dharavi Redevelopment Project (DRP), which has been a major point of debate, with political parties pulling opposite ends of the rope. Some Dharaviites have found the middle path out of this in the form of indifference masquerading as patience. One lady from Naik Nagar says, “This is just a carrot dangling in front of us. Just before the elections, Sector 5 of the DRP saw the rise of some new buildings. But, this is just a token gesture, we know. It will be stalled again when the elections are finished.”

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Politics is not a private matter of the heart here in Dharavi. Election sentiment is totally polarised on religious and caste basis and people are pretty vocal about whom they want to vote for. Their vote is not. Opposing religious factions offer each other a secular smile but a steely stare. You know who is going to vote for whom in a couple of days.

Despite this hard sentiment, rooted in religion rather than just politics, the party of hopelessness reigns supreme when you ask people about what’s going to change post-election. Nothing, they reply. So much corruption all around – is a ritual answer you will have to get used to. Major concerns heard on the streets are: water supply, 24/7 electricity supply, better infrastructure, more employment opportunities for the youth, acceptance of migrant communities, ending corruption and increased safety for women. And lastly, Dharavi being an industrial hub, everyone wants to see an end to inflation. Of course, every party has vowed to take care of this.

It was Ambedkar Jayanthi yesterday and a lady from Transit Camp says, “My neighbours, who are Dalits, wanted to make food for the community. But they couldn’t do so on the streets as the gutter that runs by our house has been overflowing for a month. This is how it will be even after elections, no matter who comes to power.” Another man from Kumbharwada says, “There are so many defunct public bathrooms all around but none that are close to your home. As a person suffering from diabetes, I have to use a bathroom frequently but I am unable to walk so far every time.”

Political parties feed on your hunger. If you participate in a rally, you are paid about Rs. 300 and get a free meal. Most Dharaviites are quick to add that this is what their neighbour has done but not they themselves. It’s a matter of pride to participate in a rally out of conviction rather than for money. And sometimes the public can be cleverer than the ploys of politicians. A man on 90 Feet Road confesses, “People wait for an hour before the polling booths close. They wait to see which politician offers the most money and then cast the vote.” But these are just momentary wins, are they not?

“If your name does not feature among those who voted,” says a Tamil shopkeeper, “then they will cancel your ration card. They check to see who has voted. That is how they have threatened us. Some people leave for their hometown, so that they can make an excuse that they were not around to vote.” The public is only partially misinformed. They all know that politicians will only look after those who are vote loyalists. The vote in our hands can work with a twisted logic – you vote not out of power but out of fear.

An Urbanist’s Guide to Dharavi

Visit: http://www.theguardian.com/cities/2014/apr/01/urbanist-guide-to-dharavi-mumbai
A chai stall in Dharavi, Mumbai
A chai stall in Dharavi, Mumbai Photograph: Benita Fernando

Dharavi in brief

Everything you’ve heard about Dharavi is true … and false. Dharavi spans more than 500 acres, is in the heart of Mumbai and has a population density more than 10 times the rest of the city. There are anywhere between 300,000 and a million people, with 750,000 being the most common estimate. There are businesses of every kind: it is something of an informal economic powerhouse. People in Dharavi live and labour, but they need better living conditions, infrastructure and sanitation. You tend to feel that Dharavi remains one of the biggest informal urban settlements in the world because it has been neglected for so long.

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The western edge of Dharavi is where its original inhabitants, the Kolis, reside. A fishing community spread throughout Mumbai, the particular group here used to practise freshwater fishing in the Mithi river. However, over the last 30 years they have stopped fishing and switched to more profitable professions.

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Houses on the western edge of Dharavi. Photograph: Benita Fernando

What used to be an area with thatched houses and gutter streets has now become one of the cleanest, best-maintained spots in Dharavi. The residents have signed themselves off from the Dharavi Redevelopment Project, which plans new housing and businesses in the area and offers Dharavi residents houses that are less than 400 sq ft. The Kolis have homes twice this size: hence the resistance. The neighbourhood is also well known for its community feeling, and festivals are celebrated collectively.

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Public bathrooms and toilets are some of the most poorly maintained structures, so Dharaviites take pride in having a good bathroom in their locality. You will find three types of public toilets: free, paid and those maintained by housing societies. The free toilets are the ones that do not have water facilities (how strange is that?). Locals will tell you that you have to get your own water and dabba (a makeshift tin box that works as a bucket or mug).

Public toilets are not safe for women to visit at night
Public toilets are not safe for women to visit at night. Photograph: Benita Fernando

Most houses in Dharavi do not have attached toilets, so some housing colonies get a common one built with water facilities for which residents pay about 30 rupees a month. No matter which kind of bathroom you use, there are long queues every morning. Even if you have the runs, you have to wait your turn in the tedious line. What’s worse, women find it unsafe to use these public bathrooms in the middle of the night.

How clean is Dharavi?

Perhaps the first thing you have heard about Dharavi (maybe in films) is that it is one of the least clean places in Mumbai. This is a stereotype, as some parts of Dharavi are thought to have cleaner water supply than older areas of the city. However, waste management is a problem and although there are dustbins everywhere, you will often find a circle of garbage around them. While most houses are not ventilated, there is a good flow of fresh air on the streets as there are no highrise buildings blocking its path.

What’s the best way to get around?

Dharavi roads are clogged with traffic on most days and at most hours! You may cycle at your own risk (though you will see men nimbly navigating the unpredictable flow of traffic on cycles with bulging loads on their carriers). The best way to experience Dharavi is to walk, and bypass the vehicles and crowds at a relaxed pace. There is so much to gain from the sights and sounds of Dharavi that you shouldn’t shield yourself inside a vehicle.

What does Dharavi sound like?

You could almost make a sound map of Dharavi! It is an orchestra out there on the streets. As you walk the lanes, it is delightful to hear languages change. Hindi blends into Marathi. Marathi turns into Tamil which gives way to Telugu. And there are so many businesses here! The crackling of fried food, the shredding of plastic at the recycling units, the honking of cars, the whirring of sewing machines, the tinkering of pots – what can you not hear here!

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Recycling in Dharavi. Photograph: Benita Fernando

Best place for a conversation

Dharavi is fuelled by chai. The best place to have a conversation would be over a cup of tea (the brand called Nagori, perhaps). There are no posh hangouts here, so if you want to take a break from your hectic routine you need to find a chai stall. Groups of men sit around, chitchat, have a smoke, discuss politics or business and then get going. This sounds bucolic, but the chai stalls are generally a male preserve. You won’t find Dharavi women hanging out in the same way.

What one thing is indispensable for life in Dharavi?

If you live in Dharavi, you can’t live without a big blue plastic drum! Your house may be 250 sq ft, but you will make space for this stout, almost-family member. One drum is big enough for a couple of children to play hide-and-seek in. Water supply is irregular here, so many houses store enough water to serve a family of five for up to three days.

Typical big blue drums in Dharavi
The ubiquitous big blue drums. Photograph: Benita Fernando

A 4ft drum can hold about 200 litres of water. Some Dharaviites believe this is better than a regular water supply as it controls the amount of water you consume. I’m not so sure: these are conclusions people can maybe make better when resources are equally distributed.

Are you optimistic about Dharavi’s future?

I think it depends on what we mean by optimism. For most redevelopment projects, it is crucial to understand what communities require. Rather than having a generic redevelopment proposal, you need to have a closer look at what is essential for individual communities and housing colonies. Do your children have space to play in Dharavi? Do you need tall buildings? What would you love to have? These are the sort of questions a Dharavi resident should be asked.

Children at play in Dharavi
Children at play in Dharavi. Photograph: Benita Fernando

Blocks from Dharavi

From local Dharavi block printers Sohail, Yunis and Babubhai, come some detailed patterns and motifs that they use to make prints on fabric. At one point business was roaring with orders and fashion designers pouring into their workshops. But business is dull these days and Sohail has given away many of his blocks.

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Slumgods turn Dharavi 360 degrees

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2008 was the year of Slumdog Millionaire and street urchins jumping into pools of shit. 2009 was the year Akash Dhangar inverted the idea of Dharavi with his hip-hop inspired group ‘Slumgods’. Right here in the alleys of Dharavi is an emerging culture of breakdancers, hip-hoppers, rappers and graffiti artists. “When I told people I am a slum dweller, they treated me badly. Now, when I introduce myself to people as a breakdancer, then think I am cool and ask all kinds of questions. How do you do that? Where did you learn? Do you give classes? It makes a difference to my life and to others’,” says Akash.

Sturdy and speaking only when spoken to, Akash hails from a once-nomadic community known as the Kunchi Kurve and speaks Kaikadi, a mix of Dravidian languages. On the floor, Akash comes alive with a performance of b-boy lingo. He downbrakes and leaves your nerve endings in a tizzy. This 21 year old breaker learnt his moves from Netarpal ‘Heera’ Singh, a US based BBoy who was teaching slum children in Dharavi in early 2009.

“There are no restrictions in hip-hop. It’s all about freedom and all about peace. You mix your moves and you find your own style,” says Akash. In the early years of the crew’s inception, Akash was either battling with life or battling with dance. It’s all fine now, he says, as Slumgods has helped him learn English, become more confident and also brought in some financial support.

This crew is not just about cool moves, though. Addicted to the sound of the machines and juggling of beats, Sagar Vatapu learnt DJing and met Akash in 2011. Sagar, while not a resident of Dharavi, belongs to a family that has seen some hard times. On most days, Sagar is at Akash’s place or with a small bunch of comfortably dressed Europeans in street corners. He founded the tourist guide branch called Slumgods Tours and Travel, which is sought out by a substantial number of foreign tourists.

While Sagar breaks when he finds the time, he introduces the congested heart of our slum to tourists gracefully. But this is no trip into understanding impoverished India. “When you think Dharavi, you think shanties, corrugated iron sheets, tarpaulin, marshy land and mafias. Truth is, when you walk down Dharavi, you realise it is like the rest of Mumbai – there are roads, people are educated, we have vehicles. And it’s not just foreigners who have this negative idea about Dharavi. A lot of Indians think the same thing,” says Sagar. Walk down a lane in Dharavi, observes Sagar, and you will find that no one is begging here. They may be making papads or pots, but everyone is doing something here.

At Colour Box, the Slumgods crew teaches young children how to be BBoys. You can easily picture these boys someday in some street cipher, executing moves and rapping beats with great ease. For now, they believe they are stunt performers. But they know that hip-hop is all about brotherhood, peace and friendship.

Dharavi Skies

You look up at the Dharavi sky, and you notice strings of decorations (or cable wires) crisscrossing all over. In our upcoming workshop with textile artist and Kamaldeep Kaur and the block printers of Dharavi, we are planning to make health inspired artwork using block prints. For the Biennale, we shall hoist these up like the decorations we see here. The point is to create art that is all about Dharavi. Some images of the glistening skies that inspired us:

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We did something like this already at our gallery Colour Box, but it’s time to take it to the streets!

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The Bamboo Basket Weavers @ Mahim Station

We were in need of a bamboo cage for our Provoke/Protect installation at Kala Ghoda Fest 2014. We headed to the basket weavers on Tulsi Pipe Road near Mahim Station who are well known for their cheap bamboo artefacts.

We met Deepak, a thin dark man in his late twenties, and discussed our idea with him. While Deepak cautiously murmured the costs and the strength of the structure, his beautiful wife Sunita started chatting with us. Sunita is a twenty five year old (or so she says) and is the mother of two. The children attend a mobile school run by an NGO. Sunita shoos them away but asks us if we have chocolates for them.

Sunita and her husband live on the pavement with her mother, Kamla Chauvan, and her sisters Pushpa and Sunita (who does not know her age). Kamla says they originally hail from Mount Abu, Rajasthan and they speak a dialect known as Wagri. The area to the southeast of Mount Abu is well known for its density of bamboo. Kamla says they had to migrate from Rajasthan owing to poverty. Their tribe’s main source of income is through bamboo crafts, which was affected when private ownership of property made bamboo forests out of their reach. Police officials cracked down upon them when they started thieving the bamboo.

Kamla and her girls are here in search of better prospects. A number of such families line the road parallel to Mahim Station West and you really suspect if this is what is meant by better prospects. They sell their small baskets at about 30 Rs. and source raw bamboo at Rs. 100 a stick from Parel. Then it’s Rs. 20 for transportation every day. They visit their hometown for special occasions like Holi and Raksha Bandhan.

As this conversation comes to an end, we realise that while the bamboo weavers are great craftspersons, imbibing new designs is a challenge for them. They need careful guidance to adopt a new design for a new structure.

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Round Two of Comics Mania

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We did it again.

About 20 boys and girls and men were mentored by Chaitanya Modak (a comics creator and illustrator) and drew comics on injuries. Injuries both inside and outside. Injuries of the body and injuries of the mind. In just four days, many of the participants, who were just recent initiates into the understanding of comics (leave alone the making of comics), drew four paneled and six paneled comics on injuries.

Since there were varied interpretations of what injuries could mean, the participants unleashed these on paper. Saraswati’s comic (Koi To Meri Suno: Someone please listen to me) was about depression, while Manoj’s comic was about dog bites. Some interpretations were the result of Dr. Anil More’s observations. Anil is a doctor attached to the Sion Hospital and has seen several cases come in from Dharavi. He says that most of these cases are due to accidents, street fights and dog bites. One of the most intriguing comics was by Raghavendra in which a boy thinks he is a superhero and therefore meets with an accident.

Lots of excitement and the frenzy of pen on paper.

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We were ready with the comics by the end of December and this week, we went to the streets armed with jumbo photocopies of the comics. Some of us went to the nearby Transit Camp while some others went to Kala Killa, a little farther away. The idea was to spread comics (thereby a little education and a little entertainment) all across Dharavi. There was a slight tussle among the participants since some had to wield the slimy glue brushes :)

Transit Camp, where Kishan, Nilesh, Raghavendra and the very lazy Avinash went, is a busy hub where people crisscross the streets or gather in the corners. Groups of men, shopkeepers and schoolchildren gathered fervently around the comics we put up and asked one resounding question: What is this about? Read, we said. “Many people were initially a little resistant to the idea of comics. But they eventually got around to reading them,” observed Nilesh.

People who read the comics could easily relate to the situations portrayed. Among those who read Raghavendra’s story about the delusional boy who thought he was a superhero, one man said, “I knew someone who thought was like Shaktimaan and tried to jump from a building.” People read Ravi’s comic on alcoholism and wanted to know where they could get info on deaddiction.

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Manoj, who went to neighboring Shastri Nagar to put up some comics, said, “Many people loved looking at the comics. But they had never seen something like this and did not know where to start reading. They asked me: Tell us where to start.” The form is a little unusual for a majority of the population. While they are well exposed to cinema, novels and plays, this form of storytelling requires a bit more attention.

The participants found a lot of support from the communities they went to. Some shopkeepers were a little suspicious of our work but most others were forthcoming with praise and suggestions. Some men suggested that the public toilets would be the best place to put up the comics. Before we could object to their remark, a man said, “Because this is where men will stand for some time and read.” Considering we spread our monochrome comics over colourful propaganda posters, prayer meeting announcements and loud adverts, it was a pretty good response from the public.

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Provoke/Protect is going to Kala Ghoda Fest 2014

In February 2013, Susie Vickery and Nika Feldman worked with 10 women from Dharavi to applique slogans against rape on old sarees. These beautiful sarees were then worn by the women who made them for a photoshoot and a fashion show.

These sarees are collectively christened Provoke/Protect and they are travelling to the Kala Ghoda Festival 2014 this February.

We are thinking of an installation design for these sarees and we have approached the basket weavers near Mahim station to try out a design. Can’t wait to see what they are going to come up with.

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Colour Box is now open

The doors to our new gallery Colour Box are now open!

We had a noisy little ceremony to inaugurate our workshop and exhibition space and it was well-attended by dozens of Dharaviites. The narrow front entrance was very crowded with people wanting to participate in the traditional aarti ritual and the breaking of the coconut. After the auspicious beginning (we didn’t quite manage to smash the coconut into smithereens as we hoped to), we rushed into the two floored house.

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People from Dharavi were very excited to step into Colour Box and we hope to have some friendly neighbourhood sessions soon. We have left the interiors of the gallery a little raw, so that it can be changed over and over again to suit exhibition designs. On the ground floor, we had exhibited the stunning Provoke/Protect sarees, festoons of health posters, the dream girls cutouts and the letters recycled from waste fabric. 

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There is a charming little fleet of stairs that lead to the upper floor and we had exhibited the comics corner (which turned into a cafe of sorts), the story grills and artworks from our previous exhibition Ghar Pe (which took place in 2012). The sprawling space upstairs looked colourful and evoked the curiosity of every visitor.

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More than 350 people attended the inaugural of Colour Box. We are now looking at some upcycled/recycled furniture to put into the space.

Banjara women with their pretty bags

Near Colour Box, our brand new workshop and exhibition space in Dharavi, we found this group of Banjara women who work as labourers. They were taking a break from carrying cement and kept themselves occupied by doing some very intricate embroidery with beads. They embroidered patches of jeans which looked psychedelic and stunning. These are recycled pieces which some women do very painstakingly as wedding gifts to other women in the community. They have little bells and mirrors worked into them as well. We asked if these were for sale and the women replied that these weren’t. We hope to call them soon to one of our workshops and share their embroidery skills with us.

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