Showing posts with label India. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India. Show all posts

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Nurses strike: White Revolution 2.0


pic courtesy- doolnews

John (not original name) is not used to raising slogans. He prefers to give words of comfort to patients. But in the last one week, sloganeering is all that he has done. He is one among the 1500 nurses who braved the extreme heat and gathered in front of the Victoria memorial hall near Madras Central three days back to fight for their rights.

He has been working in the Fortis Malar hospital in Madras for the past two years. His salary of Rs.5000 is less than even the monthly interest on his education loan amount of Rs. 5 lakhs. Leave alone savings, this youth hailing from Trissur district in Kerala has to depend on his not so well-to-do family to even repay his loan.  This is not an isolated story. It is a sad commentary on the nursing profession in India that this is the case with most of the nurses working in private hospitals in India. A Government nurse gets a starting salary of around Rs. 20,000 while abroad it is in lakhs.

Many of the nurses I met talked about the pathetic working conditions that they are subject to. In many hospitals, they end up doing the work that is meant to be done by the housekeeping staff. They pointed me to an ad for nurses put up by one of these hospitals on Naukri, listing food preparation and cleaning as part of their duties.

The case of night duties is even worse. “We are stipulated to work eight hours daily. But usually that stretches to ten hours and sometimes to double shifts. We are not paid extra for that. For night duty, we get a paltry 15 rupees per night,” says John. Most of the hospitals have put up cameras to monitor whether the nurses are sleeping while on duty. “Even if we close our eyes for a minute, we have to give explanation the very next day,” he added.

Removal of the bond system is another of the nurses’ demands. By this system, if they have to resign from the hospital within 2 years and go for a better option, they have to pay Rs.1 – 2 lakhs to the management. Their certificates are with the management. So they can choose to not return it and scuttle the plans to resign.
The nurses’ strike got its first spark in October last year at the Mumbai Asian Heart Institute when Beena Baby, a nurse committed suicide as she was unable to pay the amount for breaking the bond. From there, it spread to Kerala, where it snowballed into a major strike with nurses from almost all major private hospitals staying away from work. This resulted in the managements agreeing to revise the salaries.

The strikes in Kerala saw the hospital managements unleashing dirty tactics on the striking nurses. When the strike started in the Amrita hospital in Ernakulam, the management there spread the rumour that Christian groups are behind this. The strike also saw the unveiling of the real ‘kind’ face of the MATA with many of the association leaders getting beaten up ‘mysteriously’ inside her abode and getting hospitalized. Maybe, this was part of ‘Her’ magic trick to bring the nurses back to the hospitals.

When the strike reached Angamaly Little Flower hospital, the nurses were branded as having anti-christian leanings. The church joined the management in support by reading out statements against the nurses during the Sunday mass and by even taking out a protest march. Thankfully, most of the people didn’t fall for this religious propaganda and even jeered the church authorities who took out the march. In the end, all of these hospitals fell in line and agreed to the nurses demands.

Jinu Varghese, National Secretary of All India Private Nurses Association said, “Till few years back, the nurses used to join the hospitals in India just to get the experience certificate to go abroad, where we are highly paid. But after the recession, the jobs there have shrunk and so most of us are working here for the long term. That is when we started questioning the ridiculously low wages and other unfair practices like the bond system and confiscation of certificates that are followed by hospital managements all over India”

“Ideally, it should be 8 hours work, 8 hours of sleep and 8 hours for ourselves. But after the duty which exceeds 10 hours, we hardly get any time for anything else.”

They also talked about the procedure called ‘Code blue’ used in hospitals. This is used to indicate a patient requiring urgent attention. In case of an emergency, the person who is with the patient raises this alarm and within a minute a specified team of doctors and nurses rush to the spot. This is mostly used in case of cardiac arrest. But even if it was not a case of cardiac arrest (patients do get unconscious sometimes), once code blue is raised, the particular patient is billed Rs.10,000. The reason the hospitals cite for this is usage of ‘manpower’. But nurses who are part of this ‘manpower’ are not paid anything.   

Most of the private hospitals have very high nursing procedure charges are part of all hospital bills. Though this particular item in the bill is for the services rendered by the nurse, little of that goes to their salary slip. The main aim of the private hospitals is to increase the number of patients and decrease the number of staff.
The nurses’ strike started in three private hospitals in Chennai last week. Apollo, Fortis Malar and Madras Medical Mission Hospital, reeled under the impact of the strike as the nurses stayed away from work en masse. To tide over the crisis, Fortis Malar had flown in 70 nurses from their Delhi branch this Sunday whereas Apollo depended on the student nurses from their medical college. Even then, these hospitals could not handle the situation and refused to take in new cases, unless it was an emergency.

The strike at Madras Medical Mission hospital ended on Monday itself with the management agreeing to double the current salary of Rs.6000 and also to do away with the bond system. The week saw many failed rounds of mediations with the labour commissioner acting as the go-between. By the end of the week, both Fortis and Malar agreed to increase the salary to Rs.12,000.

 “There is no doubt that the hospital managements are exploiting the nurses and they have every right to protest. But before going ahead with the strike they should’ve approached the labour department and tried to sort it out. They should’ve kept in mind that nursing is an essential service,” said C.Subburajan, Additional labour commissioner.

Lekha(name changed) says that they had given prior notice to the management and went ahead with the strike as there was no response to the notice. “We are not paid enough or given enough respect for the kind of work that we do. We can’t even pay off our education loans with the salary that we get here. We had no other way but to go on strike.”

“Last year, Fortis Malar had a profit of over 100 crores(I went through the annual report and realized that it is actually 136 crores). Even if they agree to pay us the salary that we are demanding, only 3 crores will be reduced from the overall profit,” she added. 

Most of the hospital managements refused to talk to me on this issue. Apollo people redirected me to their HR department, where the HR head seemed to be in a perpetual meeting mode. The phone number that they gave me never answered the call.

One of the officials from a private hospital here agreed to talk after I made a second visit. According to him, his hospital is providing accommodation and transport (which they've valued at about 7000) to the nurses. So effectively they are already drawing a salary of more than Rs. 10,000. He evaded my question on how one can survive with less than Rs.5000 in a city like Chennai, even considering the accommodation and transport part. He also pointed to the huge number of private nursing colleges churning out nurses who are not up to the standard. This prompted a question on their selection process which he said is stringent. But he did agree to the fact that the nurses were paid very less all over the country owing to a lack of wage standards.

In the coming days, we will most probably see this strike spreading to other parts of the country. The private hospital managements should appreciate the efforts of nurses, who are the backbone of the health sector. When you make crores out of this business, when you pay lakhs to a doctor, you should also acknowledge the poor souls who are doing the maximum work.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Jaipur and an 1850s Camera


For anyone visiting Jaipur, the main reason for doing so is to soak in the 'periodic sets' of the umpteen palaces and to saunter along the streets immersed in pink. But for us, there was one more reason - Tikam Chand and his camera from the 1850s. It all started some months back, when we came across some black and white images in Ra's wallet. He and his friends looked like they came straight out of 19th century because of the slightly faded, high contrast images. So, we all wanted one for ourselves too.

The 1860s camera

As you walk down the road from Hawa Mahal, you are bound to hear a weird whistling sound that goes "oooohooooo, ooohoooooo". Well, that is Tikam Chand calling out to his customers. He stands there on the footpath with his huge wooden camera. Tikam tries to bring in the business, the actual photography being done by another man. When we reached there, a family was already getting themselves photographed. It all happens in that crowded street. Against a background of garments strung out from a nearby shop, he made them all pose, one by one. Passersby sometimes walk right in front of the lens. Tikam keeps an eye out to avoid that too.
                                     
Tika Ram and his assistant with the camera


Even though the huge camera is right in the middle of the footpath, few give it a second look. And so, Tikam and his assistant were happy to see our interest in the camera. We proceeded to spend the next three hours there. He gave us a run down on the history of the camera and also demonstrated to us the process of taking photographs with that monster. According to him, his grandfather got the camera as a gift from the royal family, who were impressed by his photography. It was later handed down to his father, who started the photography on the street and later Chand took it up. He proudly showed us a number of articles about him and his camera that came in international newspapers, among them the LA times and the Vancouver sun. 


Tika Ram in L.A. Times

Tika Ram in Vancouver sun


To adjust the camera’s focus, he makes use of a sliding lens, a much less sophisticated version of that seen in our DSLRs. The photo paper is slid behind a glass plate and if you look closely through the back of the camera, you can see the inverted image being formed on the plate. A piece of cloth is attached to the backside of the camera. The dark room is inside the box itself. The photo paper is treated with the developing and fixing chemicals inside this. And it’s all done by just feeling the plates. Then this negative is used to produce a ‘positive’ using a similar technique. While explaining all this to us, he even drew it all out on paper.
                                       

                                       
Vikram's inverted image being formed inside the camera

                                       

                                       

                                       
                                                              washing off the chemicals

                                       
                                                      A couple posing for a photograph

                                       
                                                                  Us with the camera

                                                   

a collage of our group shots (courtesy niti)

ok..me :P

a collection of our group shots

The pic that Tika Ram took of Ra during his last trip.



We went mad posing, with everyone taking more than one individual photograph. And yes, the epic group pictures! Though to be honest, the end result didn’t have the timeless quality of the photos that Ra took here last time.  We decided to visit the Jantar Mantar before sunset. On the way, Sid K was particularly attracted to a man selling ‘cheap violins’. For the next few minutes, all of us became virtuosos as we played or rather ‘think we played’ our masterpieces. Sid K bought one of those from the man as a tribute for his patience with our tunes.

                                     
Sid K gleefully playing the 'cheap violin'

                                      
 Will you click us?

Jantar Mantar was like a maze for me. A sundial here, another complicated dial there, a throwback to the engineering days, and all I wanted was to get out from there fast. A huge bunch of Japanese was gleefully running around and studying about the dials. As our group didn’t have any nerds, we beat a hasty retreat from the Mantar.  
                                                    
 Nikhil eating a huge pappad

An evening walk along the busy Jaipur streets was a perfect way to end our stay in Rajasthan. It was kite flying season and the twilight sky was filled with shapes cutting across each other.  There were shops exclusively for selling kites. Right from the Indian team to B-grade Bollywood posters, they have kites with pictures of just about everything. There was another aim for the aimless walk too- to buy black and white films and chemicals for developing film. But many kilometers of walk turned out to be futile. And all hopes of some inches from my belly being reduced from that long walk were vanished when we entered Akbari hotel. On the contrary, some inches were added to the belly, thanks to some of the best mutton and roti that I’ve ever had.
                                     
The Akbari hotel in Jaipur

At the Jaipur bus stand, there was this tall well built guy dressed in business attire, who behaved like someone planning to bomb the place. He had a book open on his hands but he kept on observing everyone around, the kind of observation which has ‘cruel intentions’ written all over it. Then his attention fell on us and he kept on staring at us. We decided to stare back and before long he started walking around, looking all unsettled. That was one hell of a mysterious guy! Soon we bid goodbye to Rajasthan..

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Friday, February 10, 2012

Don Ke Baad Kaun, History and Kolaveri


It says a lot about how much happened on the very first day of the trip that am still left with things to say even after two blog posts. After the biology lessons in Ranthambore fort, we decided to walk around the Sawai Madhopur town in the evening. The chilly weather was back with a vengeance by then. Ra was insistent on finding the local theatre and watching a movie. Talking about movies, the first thing that caught our eye was the poster of a movie called ‘Don ke baad kaun?’, which had C- grade written all over it. It was being marketed as a sequel to ‘Don’, and to top it all, they had fixed the poster just adjacent to the poster of the original ‘Don-2’. Much time was spent on analyzing the poster of a local porn movie called ‘Madhu ki baatein’. Pondering on the socio-political and aesthetical aspects of the movie, we made a ‘deep’ study of the visual elements in the poster.

                                     
                                                     Kaun?Kaun? Don Ke baad kaun?

                                                 
Film studies...Me and Vikram discussing the nuances involved in the design of this particular poster :D


A particularly disturbing sight for us all through the trip was the mysteriously covered statues of Dr. Ambedkar that we saw at many places. There should be more to it than the oft repeated reason of renovation. Spurred by this sight or maybe due to his usual habits, Ra went from shop to shop in search of the state syllabus text books for high school social studies. No idea if he has read it, but it indeed is a good idea to look through these texts to study how the state redefines history to suit it tastes. We walked on in search of the theatre, until we came face to face with ‘Prem Mandir’, where ‘Don-2’ was running. What an apt name for a theatre! We didn’t linger much, as we had better things to do.
                                                   
                                                               Ambedkar covered up?


On the walk back, we heard the ubiquitous ‘kolaveri di’ song from a small hotel, sending Sid K into a fit of clenched fists, gritted teeth and unrecognizable rants. This was not the first or last time that we were treated to this scene, during the trip. All through the 8-9 days, wherever we went, be it in trains or local shops or at the Varanasi ghats, we came across this song, either as a recording or from someone’s vocal chords. At a shop in Varanasi, the guy there asked us, “Chennai? Kolaveri people? Mast Gaana hai!” (Sid K was luckily not present at this time). We were truly surprised at the reach of this song. And of course, worried at the flurry of similar songs that will follow.

                                                                   [Drinks break]

It was a huge task waking up early next morning to catch the train to Jaipur. And even worse was the task of waking up Ra, blissfully snoring in his sleeping bag. We somehow reached on time and got onto the second class with general tickets and occupied the vacant berths. The TT was a surprisingly kind guy (unlike the ones in my homeland) and didn’t throw us out. After a quick sleep and more kolaveris and jawanis from a Rajasthani kid’s speaker-like-headphone, we chugged into the pink city. Ra’s old contacts made sure that we had a place to keep our bags safely while we roamed around. The above house has the smallest room for a toilet that I’ve ever seen in my life. You can’t sit in that Indian toilet without touching one or more of the four walls. And, the door can’t be bolted. It doesn’t matter because once you are inside no one can open it since your body will obviously block it. I consider it as one of the greatest achievements of my life to have successfully completed my bowel clearing activities inside this.

Our first destination in Jaipur was the Amber fort, a 16th century marvel overlooking a lake. A perfect reflection of the imposing frontal view welcomed us into the fort. A notable thing about this fort was the huge number of pigeons that were flying around it. It spelt doom for Vikram, the lone guy without a camera, as five of us went crazy clicking them in flight. Vikram made up for it by running behind them gleefully like a nursery kid (Check video for proof).
Vikram chasing pigeons

As usual in other historical monuments, here also we came across ‘X loves Y’ and ‘heart symbols’ neatly carved into the walls. A million love stories are becoming part of history here…Rejoice!

                                                       'Tiger' chasing pigeons

                                   

                                   


Am not qualified enough to describe the architecture of the palace. Let the pictures speak the rest…







We also met a traditional puppet seller inside the fort. We ended up buying a pair of puppets each.






Its a dull day...Let me get some rest.

Another of the gems from the streets of Jaipur. Two porn movies for the price of one.

                                       

Are Karnataka ex-cooperation minister Lakshmana V Savadi and ex-women and child development minister CC Patil listening? Stop watching porn on your phone and watch it in the big screen, idiots! Coming to that whole brouhaha over them watching porn, its pathetic that most of them are making a noise about the porn as such and not about watching it in the assembly. It is hypocrisy of the highest order at work here since a majority of those making a noise in online platforms have watched porn at least once in their lifetimes(many of them regularly, for sure). Who said watching porn is a crime?! But watching it in the assembly, when the drought situation in some districts were being discussed, is certainly one. This episode also exposed the hypocrisy of the saffron brigade who are the self proclaimed wholesale dealers of 'Indian culture'. Ban on live music, Ban on liquor+live music, Ban on beef, attacks on pubs, 11 O clock deadline in Bangalore city- a sample of the measures devised by the BJP. Now, what do they have to say?


Monday, January 23, 2012

Do birds fuck?...and other unrelated things..


Ok. The title is n't an allusion to anything else. This post is exactly about what the title says. 

And so, continuing from where I left off at the last post, after that encounter with tigers at Ranthambore and eating a truckload for breakfast, we set off to the Ranthambore fort. The fort is part of the Ranthambore National park. A bumpy ride through some not so dense forest took us to the really 'touristy' looking front gate of the fort. Guides jumped forward from all around offering to take us to secret passages which no one could ever reach. Braving this relentless assault, we started our way up the stairs. The fort looked more like a breeding ground for monkeys and a variety of birds.

And so, on a tree were sitting two parrots. Rest the pictures will tell…

courting...from a distance

Then they flew away and sat on a tree which had more branches and leaves

It all started with a kiss

and then some foreplay

and then he moved closer

and he's about to get on top..

self explanatory

self explanatory- 2

top gear

'climat'e change


                                                               some more lingering on top

"I hope no one has seen us"!


Ok.So at last I learned a lesson in biology, that birds do indeed 'fuck'. 

And, back home after going through the net, I realised that many people had actually asked this question. Copying one from answer.com- "how does the sperm from the male bird get into the female? How can they have intercourse without any external male organs, such as a penis? The male's sperm, produced in the testes, passes to the cloaca where it is stored until copulation (act of sex). The female also has a cloaca that leads from the ovaries. The female bird unfans her tail, moves it to one side while the male climbs up onto her back or gets close to her. Their cloacas are pressed together and the sperm moves from the male to the female. This act is called a cloacal kiss...The sperm is stored by the female for at least a week, in some species over a hundred days. Then as each ovum from the ovary moves into the oviduct, it gets fertilized with the stored sperm, producing a clutch of many eggs, all with the sperm from that one cloacal kiss."

I hope all your doubts on avian sex are cleared!


Some of the other stuff that we saw at the fort
He stays alone in a small mosque like structure amidst a few burial mounds...Light peeps in through small holes at the top of the building and pigeons keep on flying around him..


chasing my own tail 

Will Obama win in 2012?!




view through one of the small openings on the fort wall

battered...bruised..






Ra in a 'poser' mood :D