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Moments I cherish….

Well, when I first arrived I could see around say 40 kids-which was basically how much I expected after the orientation programme. But after we made the circle I realized there were a lot more kids and thats when I had this adrenaline rush within me. Once we started off with our stalls, seeing the excitement on the kid’s faces and once we were done with our newspaper hats, the smile on the kids’ faces was just priceless. And better off was when they realized that they were going to paint them.
Talking with the kids, though I couldn’t get through to them thoroughly, I was able to actually understand what they were trying to say. Though I felt a little helpless when they were trying to make a conversation with me and when they realized that I couldn’t understand Kannada-that look on their faces was a little heartbreaking. It was as if they were eager to know what we had to say but then the glass shatters. But I’m pretty sure(rather hope) that’s going to change in say another 2-3 weeks.
Also, one thing that touched me was when a girl, Jyoti, came up to me and asked me if  “Simran and Tani akka” (my classmates who worked with Tackle over the summer) were going to come today. I, mean, yes I felt bad saying that they weren’t coming, but, another thought that came in my mind was, one day they might be asking to someone about me(yes, I know, its selfish).
The funniest part was how I was trying to communicate with them in Tamil+Kannada+English+Malayalam-even the kids found it funny as well. Another thing was how the kids after making the newspaper hats and painting them, they came up to me asking me to make them one more.

But the moment of the day was when a girl just came up to me and put a flower in my hair. Its for moments like these-moments that I can cherish for the rest of my life-that I joined Tackle. Another moment was when I was walking with my friends to catch an auto and we had two of the girls with us as well and they were screaming “akka bye” till we were literally out of sight.

—- Elizabeth Korah

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Feeling like a child.

Before reaching the place,i was bit nervous of how it would go on today.. a clan of kids who are from a different language-the difficulty with communication… the entire responsibility of managing them..handling them.

Then the first step that gave me a clear scenario of the ground filled with kids was so absolutely stunning.. vibrant colours of clothes.. different styles of clothing.. small toddlers jumping from one place to another and the smile on their face.. so serene.. so divine.. my footsteps automatically moved forward and i left behind the rest of the world to enter into this caravan of my lifetime…
 

Beautifully these children submerged into each one us like the sun-rays into the clouds. their language was their expressions and we understood every bit of it.. their eyes spoke the excitement.. an eagerness.. we were like an ideal for them to look upon.. this brought a huge rush of energy within us and we all mingled with them like a 10yr kid ourselves..
 

We got into music,dance,games,so many interactive sessions.. the kids were filled with enthusiasm and so much fun.. there were disputes among the kids which of course resolved down with our gentle touch and distractive games for them..
i found kids joyously painting various crafts … playing together.. helping each other when they fell down.. it was an amazing team work.. not only did all the tacklers rocked today..the kids turned out to be the biggest tackler of crowd themselves..
 

Overall a first time experience that would be cherished forever.. 

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Anyesha Mahapatra

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It was a flower from them…


For a change I wasn’t nervous since I love children and knew I could bond with them well.
After our individual registration we all stood in a circle with the kids and as I was looking for a place to stand I remember being called by a few girls to stand with them and this made feel very nice. I told them that I dint know Kannada and they needed to teach me, listening to this they were very excited and immediately got to task by explaining the game that Vinay was playing with the kids.

After this we all got divided into our stalls and we started to do the chicken dance where we added a little “tupori” twist to it at the end which the kids enjoyed very much. We followed that with dancing to “if your happy and you know it’ and the “boogie woogie”. After this we went and helped out with the other stalls and dance and sang in a few stalls.

I remember one girl asking me if this was going to happen on Sundays as well and she was very sad to know that it dint and told me to come every Saturday and play with her. At the end of the day the kids very lovingly came and said bye to us giving us a flower to wear on our heads. This gesture touched me alot.

I was exhausted by the end of it but was happy as well. 

— Jasmine Thomas

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In just one day at the Caravan….



It was just another Saturday. But turned exciting when a 150 little faces popped up screaming ‘Akka, hiiiiii.’ First days are stereotypically awkward. But with these little bundle of joys it was way better than expected.

The weather was perfect and our hopes were high. We started with the registration. Where one child was more excited than the other. Soon came the time for activities. It started out with enough enthusiasm and energy on both sides, soon it was tilting towards the children. But they did NOT let our energy die down. 

They were ready to make friends with all of us. They opened up and told us who their best friends were and how they go everywhere with their siblings. With them it almost seemed normal to hit their younger siblings. Though stopping them was our duty. 

I learnt so much from them. With them it doesn’t matter who does what, or is from anywhere. It’s easy and simple. One honestly begins to smile in their company. And not worry about small things. They made us feel like a part of them. 

— Anahita Bhandari


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A parable of three daughters – aalamba

A mother had three daughters. She was poor and her daughters were always hungry. The first daughter was upset that they did not have enough food to eat, and hoped that some opportunity would come her way to get some food. The second daughter felt angry that they did not have food while those around her had plenty to eat. She began thinking of ways in which she could get some of the food that others had (through hook or crook – whatever worked). The third daughter also looked around her and found that others had enough to eat. But the hook or crook method didn’t appeal to her. She set out to explore how the others had such abundance of food. She thought , if they could have it, so could she. That was the stepping stone to the change in her life.
 
At aalamba, many of our participants start out as the first daughter, hoping to find any livelihood opportunity to meet their needs. They soon become like the second daughter who had the vision to look around her, but her focus was limited solely on getting a share of the food. If she got that, she was satisfied. But the third daughter made a giant leap. She was similar to the second but differentiated by her values. She was a thinker – she wanted to change her situation; a learner – she wanted to learn from other’s experiences; and a doer, she carved out a path for herself, creating value for herself and others. That is the transition our participants make – from hopelessness to being inspired to creating value.
– Naveen I. Thomas
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Livelihoods of low-income families

– Some reflections on micro-enterprises as a livelihood option

After working with over 100 families on livelihood issues, engaged in different micro-enterprises, we are now looking at how do these micro-enterprises become sustainable livelihoods while enhancing the quality and life of the people we work with. A few thoughts about our approach, about what are we hope to achieve, and about what we want to promote through these micro-enterprises.

Let us remind ourselves once again about the nature of the enterprises the families are engaged in. While, ‘enterprises’ or ‘businesses’ are administered to earn profit to increase the wealth of their owners, our surveys have shown, what these women do are neither ‘enterprises’ nor ‘businesses’ in the classical sense of the terms.

– They are subsistence activities which mostly help in their survival (or meeting their daily needs, if all goes well). We call it ‘livelihood activity’.
– The capital is very small in most cases.
– They are mostly conducted among family members and friends within the neighbourhood.
– They are based on ‘trust’ and ‘hope’, rather than ‘records’ or ‘business projections’.
– They are more trade-based, rather than skill-based.
– They are integral part of the person’s personal life. For instance, the workers are mostly family members, the resources are mostly family-based, the dependents are mostly family members, and the whole purpose is to add to the family’s kitty – money for education of children, life-style expenditure of spouse (such as drinking alcohol, jewellery, clothes, etc.), or social occasions expenditure. This can be contrasted to businesses/ enterprises where workers may be hired, resources are raised from the market and profits increase the wealth of the share-holders.

These distinctions have very important implications for our training and approach. What we are addressing through these livelihood initiatives are not business issues, but more of family and community (or neighbourhood) issues. Adopting mainstream business strategies and models for these will fall short as the context is very different. While the market is the parameter for the scope, functioning and purpose of the business, the family relationships, the neighbourhood linkages, the development state of the community in which the woman lives are all issues which will affect her livelihood.

Just to give an example, if a proprietor of a big business, say a large retail chain, falls ill, the business does not get affected instantly. But in case of a subsistence livelihood, the whole livelihood collapses. If family members/ neighbours are fighting in the proprietor’s family, his/her client base need not get affected. But if the family members/ neighbours of a person running a livelihood activity are not in good terms, it can greatly affect the person’s business as client base is largely local. If the economy of an area drops either due to disasters/ general economic downturn, it need not affect the big business, because it can always shift its market or bear losses briefly, while that is not the case for subsistence livelihoods which will collapse.

A key to the subsistence kind of livelihoods is the family & neighbourhood relationships and environment. The focus has shifted from the market to the home and neighbourhood. What we are saying here is that, if the person is doing well on the home front and the neighbourhood in terms of relationships and stability, then it provides an enabling environment for the livelihood activities to take place. We know this because many of the livelihood activities which fail are because there was no family support, or there was a health or some other emergency in the family, or the neighbourhood was not able to provide enough income for the activity. How can our approach then address this reality?

I see it at two levels:
i) Address the relationships part of the livelihood (the family, the neighbourhood), with an emphasis on values in relation to self, close family, extended family and the community.
ii) Address the needs part of the neghbourhood which can be addressed through the livelihood, again with an emphasis on values such as leading a better life, improving social conditions, peace, etc.

How do we translate this in our trainings? How does this affect our methodology of training? How does the current EDP, EAP, follow-up trainings address this reality? Some food for thought…

Naveen I. Thomas

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Our tryst with medicines

– The investigations of a community worker

Vani earns her living, working as a domestic help in different houses in Bangalore. Her husband, a daily wage earner working in the construction industry, abandoned her and her children two years ago. She now works double time to ensure that they don’t go hungry, and that her children can go to school. Her younger son developed severe stomach pain some time ago. She did a round of the doctors, including the state-run hospital. Each day of absence from work meant a cut in her wages. In a bid to balance her work, income, taking care of her older child and taking the younger one to hospitals, she had to finally settle for a clinic close to her house. The boy was finally responding to treatment, but by then she had lost all her savings, and could not afford to buy the prescribed medicines.

We met Vani at this stage, when she approached our organisation for help, through a women’s Self Help Group which we had organised in her area. It was an all too familiar story for us. We had heard it over and over again – child after child, woman after woman, family after family slipping into poverty because of high medical costs, especially the costs of medicine. A closer look at the prescriptions she carried revealed the pathway to ruin – overpriced, irrational and unscientific medicines taken consistently over a period of time. When we told Vani that half the medicines that she had bought for her child were irrational, and that the other half could be bought at a fraction of a cost if she chose other trusted manufacturers, she was very agitated. She wondered how the doctor who treated her child could prescribe these medicines even after knowing that they were on the brink of bankruptcy.

How indeed? Was she a victim of the deeply embedded doctor-pharma industry nexus? Did the doctor not know the generic equivalents of the costly branded drugs he had been prescribing? Were these medicines prescribed because the doctor’s continuing education about new drugs was from the marketing literature provided by medical representatives of different companies? These questions and many others which arose as we worked in the community led us to investigate a bit more into the drug industry.

Our first shock came when we realised that the all-important issue of policy making in medicines was not handled by the Health ministry, but by the Chemicals and Fertilizer Ministry. This explained the vast difference in the goals of the Pharmaceutical Policy 2002 and the National Health Policy 2002. And it perhaps also explained why health care was the second-most leading cause of rural indebtedness in India, with medicines constituting 50 to 80 percent of health care costs (Medicine Prices and Affordability, AIDAN, March 2009).

The second shock came when we realised that the prices of the same type of medicine in India varied drastically, sometimes as much as 20 times more than the lowest-priced one. For instance, Risperidone 2 mg, a medicine used for psychiatric ailments which cost only Rs.1.69, was priced at Rs.27.00 by another company (16 times). Letrozole 2.5 mg – a medicine used in cancer treatment, which was priced at Rs.9.90 by one company was priced at Rs.181.50 by another (18 times). Sildenafil citrate 100 mg – a medicine used for Erectile Dysfunction was priced at Rs.29.16 by one company, while another company priced it at Rs.584.00 (20 times). With the way medical knowledge has been constructed, if a doctor chose to prescribe a costlier medicine, the patient had no way to determine if a cheaper equivalent was available in the market. That made us wonder why there was no rule which made it compulsory for medical practitioners to prescribe medicines by its generic name. Our research shows that it is already happening in India, in Chittorgarh, Rajasthan.

This discovery also led us to the whole issue of pricing of medicines in our country. We found out that even the so-called free market countries of the EU and UK have some form of control over medicines, such as price controls, volume controls or cost-effectiveness controls. On the other hand, in India the case was different, with the number of medicines under price control steadily declining over the years. Even if individual medicines were under price control, manufacturers found a way around it to get out of price control. In this situation, the very least the Government could do was to bring in price regulation on atleast all medicines in the National List of Essential Medicines based on therapeutic class rather than on individual drugs. Why has this not happened yet? Well, our investigations are still proceeding, and we are searching for the answer. If you get to know why, or how it can be done, do let us know.

– Naveen I. Thomas