Who can honestly blame the black gold?

 

Last week, a colleague of mine sent me a snapshot of a resignation letter from another colleague working in the same company. That letter was posted in a social media platform which raised a bit of storm. That colleague had accused the company, Shell (Oil and Gas major), for doing everything to harm the environment and doing nothing to reduce the harmful impact of oil and gas production to the environment. The person’s conscience did not allow for continuing in the company hence the person decided to end the long-lasting relationship with the company, which was very much valued by the person in fact. I respected and admired that person for taking such a bold decision and not compromising on the values upheld by that person. Leaving a company like Shell, after a long career would have been a difficult decision for that person.

Last year, Shell’s CEO, Ben van Buerden was confronted by a young Scottish climate activist in Edinburgh during a TED talk in which he was invited to speak. As an employee of Shell, I felt hurt somewhere deep in my heart, partly from the fact that, the accusations were against the company, which is giving me my bread and butter, and partly because, I was finding it difficult to sift the truth from the loads of fake news spreading around the globe through various media and find out what exactly is happening. I also respected Ben the way he handled the situation and made his and Shell’s stand clear.

Few years back, I happen to read about the child climate activist from Sweden who had avoided all plane travels just to minimize contributing to greenhouse gas emissions. I really admired that person for leading by example. Before accusing anyone of any wrongdoing, a responsible person should walk the talk which is exactly what this young activist did. This person too was very much critical of Shell and other companies producing Oil and gas as their activities pollute the environment with lot of green house gases, especially CO2.

Introspection

The above mentioned three incidents are just a few that came to my mind in the context of growing resistance or hatred towards fossil fuels and the companies that are involved in the extraction of fossil fuels. This prompted me to have an introspection and see what my thoughts are in this subject. Before I can dwell deep into that, let me put here some statements which are unambiguous in my mind.

-        Do I believe that the climate crisis is happening, and it is not something like a fake news? Absolutely, I do believe it is happening.

-        Do I believe that the Oil and Gas companies contribute significantly to the increased emission of green house gases like CO2? Absolutely yes. But so are other companies like cement industries, metal manufacturing companies, fertilizer producing companies etc. Contributions come indirectly from anyone who chooses to use the products from such companies as well. Is it fair to hide those contributions? Not at all.

-        Do we need to reduce the dependency to fossil fuels and use more renewable and green energy? Fully agree that we need to move towards the green energy solution. But I am not foolish to hope that the transition will happen at 100% scale in few days’ time. It must be a pragmatic solution with a mix of solutions that can slowly replace the fossil fuels with green alternatives, not just in the energy sector, but in the countless other sectors where now petroleum products are used.

-        Do I believe that the world will say goodbye to Oil and Gas forever? Well... I cannot answer this with confidence now. If technological revolutions in energy space and material sciences change drastically, this is not an impossible thing to happen. But the pragmatist in me says, that it will not happen in my generation’s time.

-        Am I contributing to the global emissions of CO2 and hence the climate crisis, as my job involves finding hydrocarbons? Partly yes. But partly I am contributing to the comfortable life of people all around me, as the hydrocarbons I help to find, eventually go into the making of countless products that we all use in our daily lives.

As my entire career has been with Oil and gas companies, my analysis and opinions may be biased towards them. But I am trying my best not to be biased, as I too have a responsibility towards the world I live in, the next generation, like my daughter, whom I am raising in this world. I do think and question about my actions, through my company’s actions, which can impact the climate of the world my daughter is growing in. So, if not to anyone else, I will be true to myself in my analysis. If there are any wrong conclusions, that could be purely because of my lack of knowledge in the subject or my lack of proper information and not because of any bias or intention to defend the oil and gas producers.  

Let he/she who is without sin cast the first stone

Every time I see some protest in the name of climate crisis, every time I see someone pointing fingers to the oil and gas companies, I remember the quote from Bible which says, “Let he/she who is without sin cast the first stone”. So, I ask this question in my mind.

Do these protesters or activists understand the full impact of the usage of fossil fuels? Or are they looking at the superficial picture only? If they are truly concerned about the climate impact caused by the fossil fuel industry and choose to portray those companies as evil, then ethically speaking who has the right to make such protests? In my view, such persons, should

•         Avoid any vehicles to travel, not just petrol and diesel vehicles, but Electrical vehicles also, as many parts in those vehicles use petroleum products (lubricants, plastic parts, upholsteries to name a few).
•         Avoid using mobile phones, credits cards, deodorants, cosmetic products, perfumes, synthetic cloths, toothbrush, paste, detergents, shampoo as all of which have petrochemicals derived from oil and gas. (Even the 100% cotton cloths will have plastic parts like buttons, sometimes)
•         Walk only on the unpaved roads as the modern city roads are made using tar (petroleum product), or concrete (which has cement, product of another industry, which contributes to global CO2 production).
•        Stop using any form of heating system in the winter, unless the heat source is not from natural gas. But remember that, even if a non-oil and gas type source is used, there will be countless petroleum products used during the production of that source of energy.
•         Eat only food that is grown at their home in a 100% organic way, as the food we get from outside would have used fertilizers, preservatives etc., which again have link to petrochemicals.
•        Live in perhaps unpainted mud houses or unpainted wooden houses only as concrete and paints both have link to industries contributing to the green house emissions.

The list can be enormous. I honestly believe that anyone who wants to blame the oil and gas industry should first renounce all such products used to provide comforts in her/his life and then do the protest which is ethical. If the person is not ready to renounce the comforts, do not want to engage in a dialogue to look for solutions, but just want to point fingers to an industry, it is nothing but hypocrisy. I was not being sarcastic here. But I just wanted people to look beyond what they see on the top. Think with a pragmatic mindset before opposing anything blindly.

Some may think that I am advocating for continuing the extraction of Oil and gas in a reckless way to hamper the environment we live in. Note at all. As I mentioned in the beginning of this article, I am very much aware of the impact of Oil and gas production. I also believe that the solution lies in putting equal pressure on

•        Governments to provides more financial aid and incentives to organizations and academia to look at alternate options at a rapid time scale.
•         Governments to implement policies that will mandate carbon neutrality immediately.
•         Researchers in the academia to work on war footing to bring the changes required to move away from fossil fuels with alternatives.

These should be happening with a constructive mind set and not with a blame game or destructive mentality. People should accept the fact that the usage of petroleum products are so deep rooted in our daily lives, and one should not be blinded by the statements that moving out of fossil fuels for energy usage can solve the climate crisis. Still, we are dependent on the fossil fuels for the petrochemical components used in daily lives. So, a gradual transition with a mix of fossil fuels and greener renewable solutions, with more focus on getting carbon neutrality or even getting into more carbon negative space, is the way forward in my view, which I think is more constructive thinking.

Potential Solutions

As a tech savvy person and a geoscientist, I feel there is good potential for technologies like Carbon Capture and Sequestration (CCS), which can help in reducing the global emissions of CO2 into the atmosphere and achieve carbon neutrality (net zero emission) or even “net negative” emission. It is not impossible. A small county, Bhutan, has proved that natural solutions can be effective in becoming carbon negative. It is the only country now in the world to achieve this (i.e., Bhutan absorbs more CO2 in a year than it emits into the atmosphere, through its abundant forest cover). CCS technologies can be used to capture CO2 from various emitters, and it can be then stored in the underground formations permanently without impacting the environment. Till a complete replacement for fossil fuels and petrochemicals are found, CCS based solutions can help in using fossil fuels and renewable energy solutions together with minimum impact on environment. But strong commitments and encouragement from governments around the world are critical for such technologies to be implemented. Another key factor critical in the success of such solutions is the proper awareness of the stakeholders like the common man, who now faces the risk of being bombarded with fake information as well. Baseless fears, triggered by fake news can kill a project, as seen from many examples around the world. They should be properly informed about the pros and cons of any such technology and their concerns should be properly addressed. Activism should concentrate the energy into such things rather than in blindly opposing anything.

We all know that plastic is not good for environment. But can we think of having a 100 % plastic free life suddenly? One may argue that civilizations existed before the invention of plastics. Yes, it is true. But the lifestyle and comforts enjoyed by those civilizations were also different and not comparable to what we have today. The solution is to advance further in research and development and invent more ecofriendly materials to replace petroleum dependent products. That needs time, though I agree that we are perhaps sitting on a time bomb and have limited time on our hands, before things can spiral out.

Nations will have boundaries. But the global climate will not follow national boundaries. The problems we face are not just one nation’s or few individual’s or few company’s problems. It is impacting everyone. Hence there is no point in engaging in a blame game. Rather think about the scenarios to co-exist and then gradually find alternates to everything for which now we are dependent on petrochemicals or fossil fuels.

Who is the real culprit?

What is the real problem? Is it the fossil fuel usage or the emission of CO2 into the air? I believe that we should focus our attention to the real problem of CO2 emission. Fossil fuel usage is a secondary problem which need not be the prime focus in my view. When the primary problem is addressed adequately, the secondary problem will no more be a problem.  If there can be a way to reduce the CO2 entering the atmosphere, without renouncing the oil and gas products (though we need to reduce the usage in a timely manner as discussed earlier), isn’t that a solution we should look for? The technology like CCS which was mentioned earlier, is important in this context. Bringing in more cleaner fuels like Hydrogen (Blue or Green Hydrogen) , Enhanced or Advanced Geothermal solutions, at the same time use CCS to capture the CO2 from the fossil fuel related usage, should be a way forward.

Tail End

Recently during my business trip to the Hague in Netherlands, I was watching many office commuters and college going kids using bicycle, or public transportation like trains and Trams. I have seen that many times before also. But this time I looked at it from a climate change crisis point of view. Many of those people had the choice to use a car instead of bicycle or trams. Instead, they chose a greener option. But also note that there were, proper infrastructure like a separate road for cyclists. If that infrastructure was not there, perhaps the number of cyclists would have been much less. So, I believe that everyone should make choices responsibly, in a constructive way, rather than in a negative and destructive way. Also, the governments should support and fund the initiatives to help people and companies to make environment friendly choices. If it is only finger pointing and blame game, perhaps the world will be marching towards a point of no return. I wish not to even think of that Apocalyptic time.

As a lover of science fiction movies, admirer of Elon Musk and the fictional Tony Stark in Avengers movies, I believe that some drastic technology, a game changer, might change the way how the world works now.

When Henry Ford came up with the Ford car, the problem of “horse poop” filling the streets of London and New York (as the mode of transportation at that time was horse driven carts),  “the great horse manure crisis” forecasted by the experts of that time disappeared into oblivion. They predicted that the streets of London and New York would be soon filled with horse poop. But the prediction went wrong with the emergence of automobiles. Similarly, I hope to see another Ford, who may help in making the current problem of climate change a thing of the past. Is it too much wishful thinking?

 

Jose Varghese

2^nd June 2022

Bangalore

  

References

1.     TheGreat Horse Manure Crisis of 1894

2.     Petroleumproducts used in daily life

3.     Stigma iscosting oil and gas majors their staff

4.     Bhutan-Carbon negative country

5.     TEDconference – Ben van Beurden

6.     Whatis CCS

7.     CCS talks- all youneed to know about CO2 storage

8.     EnhancedGeothermal Systems

9.     Hydrogen  Fuel

 

The black Coffee and an angelic smile

 

 Who would pray to god to take the life of his or her  sibling? I know there are many people who would do it for the right reasons. I was one among them. Silently I prayed to god many times, to call my elder sister to his abode without prolonging her suffering. Then you may think, why I didn’t ask god to cure her instead of calling her to his abode. That’s because I don’t believe in unrealistic miracles. I was aware of the ground reality and the illusions created by false hopes. I knew that the best thing that can happen to her was a peaceful journey to heaven. The metastatic cancer had already affected almost every part of her body, leaving aside few critical organs. Hoping for a cure and recovery would be unrealistic and can only deepen the sorrow when the reality strikes. But realizing the inevitable and doing everything possible to ensure a peaceful departure is what all of us at home could do. Requesting the almighty not to prolong her pain was the best prayer we all could do. That’s what I did.

 This eulogy is not to mourn her death, but to celebrate her life. All who knew her, would agree with me to celebrate her life. To do that, I will have to tell, more about her life. She was

•   ‘Lilly Varghese’, my eldest sister, whom I fondly called ‘Vallyechi’ (means Big sister), and she called me ‘Kuttan’(means small boy).
• 16 years elder to me and was almost like a mom to me.
• ‘Lilly kutty’ or ‘Lillamma’ to my mom and elder brothers.
•  ‘Maayi’ (means aunty) to my daughter,  and nieces.
• 'Tichamma' to my nephiews.
•  ‘Lilly chechy’ to many others.
•  A sexagenarian, who touched many lives through her kindness, love, and affection.

Black coffee

 Anyone who has visited my house could vouch about the hospitality showed by vallyechi. Without exception, she would ask people if they needed tea or black coffee. She was very fond of black coffee herself and many have tasted the magical black coffee she used to prepare. Many of my friends, and relatives exactly mentioned about this hospitality. People including me could make the request for a black coffee or tea at any time of the day and without any hesitation she used to make it. There was nothing special in fact about the black coffee or tea recipe. Perhaps the secret ingredient that made it special was the affection she  put in and the efforts to comfort the people. She was not the greatest coffeemaker in the world. But I believe that the kindness and love with which she made coffee for all makes her one of the best coffeemakers in the world, in my eyes.

One call away

 

While I was consoling myself and trying to console my mom who was seated beside vallyechi’s mortal remains kept inside the mobile mortuary, mom whispered to me.

 “Every time you come home on leave, even before you come, your sister will arrange your room, keep the bed clean, change old bed covers and sheets, and ensure everything you need is there. Now there is no one to do that kutta”.

 I have rarely seen my mom crying. She is a bold lady who has seen many ups and downs in life. But she was weeping while uttering every word she said.

 What she said was true. Once I come home, as if mechanically programmed, all my senses will turn to vallyechi to ask for anything I need.

-        “Chechy where is my towel?”

-        “Chechy where are the almarah keys?”

-        “Chechy, where have you kept the property documents?”

-        “Chechy can you please give a glass of water?” (though the jar of water is within my reach).

-         Knowingly I would become lazy. I enjoyed being a lazy brother and she too found happiness in helping a lazy brother with mundane things like that.

 Now sitting in my room upstairs, I feel that vacuum very much. I find the soap, towels, bed sheets and all other things by myself, without even uttering a word. That luxury of being “served” by a beloved sister full of love and affection is not anymore.

 
The guide

 I owe a significant part of my “career” to her. From preschool days to class 10, her contribution to my studies was significant. Taking me to preschool was her duty. In higher classes, helping me to study and do my daily homework were included in her daily chores. She would wake up early in the morning, make coffee for me, sit with me on the wooden bench near the kitchen when I study, ask questions from the notebook to help me memorize the answers and help mom in the kitchen to prepare for my school tiffin. She often said that she didn’t achieve anything in academics. But what she didn’t realize is the fact that my achievements are built on the solid support she has given during my childhood.

 Unusual Letters

 While I was studying in University of Roorkee (now the IIT Roorkee), there were no mobile phones. Even the normal telephones were not available at all houses. More than the expensive STD calls, the best medium of communication at that time, was  through the postal department. I used to write and get letters from friends and relatives. Vallyechi used to write letters to me, which need a special mention. Without fail, her letters would have four to six  A4 size papers and every inch, including the margins and both sides would be utilized for writing. She would write every detail about everyone at home, in my relative’s houses, about the people in the village and township whom I know and many more details. I would feel like I am getting transported to those places through her letters. They were like a well-crafted travelogue.  Later, when telephones and mobile phones became a common thing, the letters disappeared. But when I used to speak to her on phone, the same rituals continued. She would narrate every incident that happened at home and surroundings. In the nomadic life I live, where I miss being with my mom and siblings, her narrations had always helped in bridging the gap I felt.

Unique Recipes

Another funny thing about her was the details with which she used to describe things. A good example is on recipes. While I was living the life of a bachelor, immediately after getting job, I dared to do some cooking during my spare time. It was partly to learn a survival skill and partly to cook my favorite dishes like my mom would cook. So, I asked vallyechi about the recipe of some of the common food items that I liked. The normal recipes we find in the cookbooks or internet will have the list of ingredients and the cooking methods only. Her recipes would include much more than that. She would explicitly mention, how to wash the vegetable ( e.g., wash the long beans two three times in the running water ensuring that the dirt is all gone), how to cut the vegetable ( e.g., the recipe for potato fry will have the drawing of the potato slice to show me the right size and shape of the potato). Once I had to call her over phone to take an on-the-spot help on cooking something. I was calling her with the oil pan over the burning stove. When I asked about the recipe, she was about the go into her usual descriptive way of how to prepare for the cooking. The I said,

“Vallyechi, if I keep listening to that long description, the vegetable is going to be burnt. Avoid all descriptions… trust me I will do it. Just tell me the ingredients and how to cook.”

Sacrifice

 In the early part of this year when she started limping while walking, no one realized that she will be a memory soon. Nobody including her had any wildest clue that her bones had already been captured by the cancer cells. A hospital visit later for some investigation revealed the metastatic nature of the ailment, which had by then grown into many parts of the body. That was a time when we had severe Covid cases within my family. My elder brother and family were impacted by Covid. My brother and his wife were admitted in the hospital with Covid severity. His kids were also impacted; but they were staying at home only for recovery. Hospital support in terms of food supply was coming from my home where vallyechi was instrumental in the food preparation and logistics. Though she was feeling uncomfortable due to the growing illness, she didn’t disclose it to anyone as she didn’t want to disturb the situation at home. She knew that her support was very much needed at that time. She chose to continue that over her own health. Only after the covid situation was under control, she decided to go to hospital for check up. By then her walking style had considerably changed. The hospital investigations, including some scans revealed the extent of deterioration of the bones and the metastasis. Rapidly her movements were restricted. An uncle of mine arranged for a wheelchair. Within few days’ time, she started the life within the confinement of few walls inside the bedroom and hall.   

 Heart breaking call

 During one of my routine telephone calls, I came to know about the unexpected hospital visit and the turn of events since then. Like many others at home, I was also shocked to hear about it. Vallyechi had spent a good lifetime fighting illnesses. Significant part of her youth was captured by some disorders in the autoimmune spectrum. I know very well that I don’t have the capacity to endure the pains like she did over many years. Then in the late stage of her life, when everything appeared to be in remission, I didn’t realize that it was a calmness before a thunderstorm. Even when I was told that the cancer is in advanced stage, I hoped there could be miracles. I had hopes on chemotherapy and availability of advanced medicines. But when I was told that she cannot be given chemotherapy due to her already weak body and very advanced stage of cancer, I fought hard to accept the reality that  palliative care was the only remaining option before us. As I live a gypsy’s life, far away from home, I could only feel her suffering through the calls and descriptions by others. It would have been difficult for me to see and experience all those in person, if I was near to her every day.  

 One last time

 As soon as I heard the details, I was completely shattered. I had to prioritize between the work schedule, commitments, urge to see vallyechi, and the need to safeguard myself and my family against Covid, before deciding on travelling to Trivandrum. By my nature, I usually get torn between such decisions which have lots of emotional elements. Now I thank god for making me decide on the need to come home and see vallyechi at that time, even though Covid in Kerala was still at rage.

 When I saw her, sat beside her, held her frail and weak hands in mine, looked into her eyes and watched the angelic smile hiding unimaginable sorrows behind it, she said to me that she is not afraid to die. She in fact prayed and wanted us also to pray to god, not to let her live with pain anymore. But she was afraid that her suffering is giving unfathomable pain to our mom. Even while going through the pain that impacted her every movement, she was worried about impacting others discomfort, especially our mother’s.

 “My life is of no use to anyone. All I could give to anyone is just sorrow”. During the candid conversations, she would often mention this. Though I can very well imagine the state of mind of any person, who has endured pains all throughout his or her life, I could not encourage her to keep thinking the way she expressed her mind. Instead, I said,

 “Vallyechi.. please don’t think that your life was a waste. Every life has a meaning. Everyone is destined to do something, which that person may or may not understand in full sense. At one side, the almighty gave you some sufferings. But on the other hand, you were the chosen one to shape the life of many people. Myself, as a kid and four of my nephews and nieces were taken care by you. Though you were not married, you did the duties of a mother to all of us. Those moments, filled with lots of love and care, were instrumental in our growth and helped us reach where we are today. So please do not think that your life is wasted. In a way, it is more meaningful than the life being lived by many of us.”

 Before coming back to Bangalore, I hugged her one last time as she was sitting in the wheelchair. Though I was coming to terms with the reality that she doesn’t have much time, I never imagined that I will not be able to see her alive before my next visit within few months’. Since that visit, her health deteriorated rapidly. From wheelchair she was almost bedridden. In November, I decided to come home for two weeks. I booked the tickets and made all arrangements for the travel on a Sunday evening, 21^st of Nov. On the last video call when I saw her; the condition was not great. Still, I had hopes of meeting her and holding her hands one more time. But the ways of god are strange. On the day of my planned travel, early morning, she passed away. I accepted the reality with a positive thinking that the almighty didn’t want me to see her in her worst phase. When I last met her in person, I could see her angelic smiling face. Let that be the memory of the last meeting that I will cherish for the remaining part of my life.

 Premonitions or Déjà vu  ?

Though she was not very religious person and never attended church regularly (except for family functions), couple of days before her death, she murmured about some church functions during her semi-conscious conversations. That triggered the thought of giving her “thailabhishekam” (anointing a person with holy oil) in my mom’s mind. She requested others at home to arrange for it through the church. Though the priest initially thought he may not be able to come on that day itself, he managed to come home the same night and complete the thailabhishekam. That ritual is made with a hope of a recovery for any sick person. My mom believed that it might help my sister to get relief from her pains and make a slow come back. As my mom was not given a full picture of the stage of the cancer, she still had hopes of my sister's recovery. The next day morning, by around 6 O’ clock, my sister passed away. A doctor staying nearby, came to confirm this and mentioned that she died due to cardiac arrest.

 Perhaps some déjà vu triggered the incidents, either through my sister’s act or my mom’s. We are happy that just before her final moments, she was given the holy ceremony one can wish for in a Kerala Christian family.  From the world of mortals, she flew to the world of immortals, where there is no pain anymore.  

 I don’t believe in premonitions, prophecies, fortune telling, astrology or any sort of such predictions. But I also agree that sometimes, the science I believe in and the logical thinking I always embrace, do not give answers to all questions and situations. A day before Vallyechi passed away, the home nurse who was with her since last two months, told my sister and sister-in-law that she had a dream of vallyechi being carried away by two angels. I confirmed this fact from people at home that the home nurse told this a day before, not after the death. I do not know how to explain it. But I do want to believe that she was carried away by angels.

 And the rains…

 This is a time when many parts of India, especially south India is being bombarded by heavy rains and floods. The day I travelled to home in Trivandrum, Bangalore was getting soaked heavily in rains. But in Trivandrum, that day (day Vallyechi died) and the next day during the funeral, it was unexpectedly sunny. Many people could come and pay tributes to her. Then again from the next day onwards it is raining all day, even while I am writing this. May be this is a human tendency to connect all the dots and proclaim that even the nature took part in our grief, temporarily stopped its fury, and made the sky  clear for two days. One may say it is a biased thinking. But in fact, that is how things turned out to be. Even the Reverent Father who came home for completing the rituals on the third day of her death, mentioned about the nature’s kindness, which normally I would have questioned based on ‘logical thinking’.  

 Epilogue

 Death of a loved one creates immense pain in all who loves that person. Sometimes the gap created by the nonexistence of that person will continue for a long time. In her case, more than anyone the vacuum is felt by my mother, who feels that her one side is paralyzed. Kitchen was the world for both my mom and sister.

 We all come with an expiry date. The marvel and thrill of life is that no one knows when the final moment for them is. As an inevitable process, one moment death will appear from somewhere to take each of us. This is a hard reality, and all that matters is how one lives through the time allotted to her/him in this beautiful world. My sister had her share of pains and sorrows. But undoubtedly, I can say that she was loved by many people. The vacuum her death created in our lives itself is a proof that how much she was loved by all. She had left a mark in the lives of many people who knew her. As my job requirements and life’s circumstances didn’t allow me to stay close to my home in Trivandrum, my wife Simi and daughter Joanna didn’t get much chance to live with vallyechi and know her more as a person. Many times, I silently wished my daughter would be loved and pampered by vallyechi. It was a birth right Joanna had. But god’s plans are different from mine. I know, this will remain as a sorrow deep in my heart forever.

We siblings are like five fingers. One finger is no more there. In the highway of life, where we all are travelling, she took the exit turn and left us. Rest all of us are continuing our journey in that highway. Someday, my time also would come to take an exit turn like everyone else. After I pay the price for my deeds, I may be judged and taken to heaven or hell (I am slowly beginning to bury my scientifically and logically driven brain, to bring forward more spiritually inclined thoughts nowadays). Wherever I end up, I am sure, I will meet my sister at the heaven’s gate.

I am sure you are already in the company of all those departed souls.

 Rest in peace my dear vallyechi.

 Love you forever

  

Yours

Kuttan

26^th Nov 2021

A difficult Question

 

I am scared…

One might think that it is too early for me to worry about this. But the fact is that, the news trickling down from every source around me makes me worried about the kind of a life that awaits my daughter when she grows up. Just like me, many other parents, at least in my country, would be thinking on the same line. I am not getting scared because of the ongoing pandemic, or climate change, or rising unemployment or any other reason of similar nature. Of course they are also reasons of concerns. But more than anything,  I am just scared of the mindset people on the social setup like patriarchy and associated social menace attached to it; notably the notorious dowry system.

Since last few months, social media and news channels have been inundated by the avalanche of stories about dowry related deaths. Women are being subjected to abuse physically and mentally in large numbers, in the name of dowry. It eventually leads to the death of the women concerned, either as suicide or homicide. In some cases, justice is served sooner or later. But in some cases, justice hides into oblivion and the culprits go scot free, due to the loopholes in our notoriously slow system of justice.

Every time I read such news, something pierces my heart. Couple of weeks back, there was a similar case from Kerala, where a young and dynamic girl committed suicide (as per the primary investigation it is a suicide. It could be murder as well). She was frequently harassed by her spouse in the name of dowry in spite of bringing in dowry in cash and kind already during the marriage. Some reader of an online news channel made a comment on that news article, which keeps on echoing in my mind. He asked… “would anyone be courageous enough to put the statement in the matrimonial column for their daughters that no dowry will be given?”. That stirred a lot of thoughts in my mind. I realized that it is a hard and difficult question.

Since my childhood I have been listening to the stories of dowry being part of the Indian institution of marriage. Till some age, I grew up believing that to be a norm under the patriarchal society we live in. Perhaps while studying in college and university I started to develop my own views around this system. Even then, while I listened to the conversations that happened in my family and extended family during marriages, I didn’t feel anything wrong with that custom of giving the bride and the groom some “gifts” for their future family life. Every family did it. So, it was the norm. Of course, I had already developed a strong disagreement on the “dowry demand” from the groom’s side and any domestic violence meted out to women in the name of dowry. But the mutually agreed “gift” given from the girl’s family, as an unwritten rule, was still sounding normal to me.

Slowly I began to know more about the social menace of the so-called dowry system and how it caused crimes against women. Without break, stories used to appear in new papers about some newly wed bride committing suicide, or some bride dying due to gas explosion or pressure cooker explosion, and many more. It was at that time I started thinking behind the logic in that socially accepted norm. With shame and grief, I realized that we all are part of a system that considered marriage as an auspicious ceremony as well as a commodity selling function. Various strata of the society used this dowry system in different levels. While the rich and affluent people used that as an opportunity to flaunt their wealth, the poor and lower-class people felt the burden of raising enough money to marry off their daughters. People had to sell off their life’s earnings and belongings to raise enough cash or goods or gold to conduct the marriage of their daughters.

 The  dowry system has long been prohibited under Indian laws including the Dowry Prohibition Act 1961 and subsequently by Sections 304B and 498A of the Indian Penal Code. But unfortunately, the law is widely criticized as being totally ineffective. People always find loopholes to bypass the law and still practice the system of dowry. Rather than calling it dowry explicitly, people might call it “pocket money” or “wedding gift” for the newlyweds. Hidden behind those synonyms would be the same financial  burden which many families cannot afford. Some people who could afford to give the newly weds cash or any other goods as pocket money, would be putting intense pressure on other people in their circle of family or friends or colleagues or cast or community, knowingly or unknowingly. Those who will face that pressure may or may not be able to withstand it. Financial turmoil, suicides, abetment to suicide and homicides become continuous stories for the press.

Though it might appear as a joke, it is a sad reality that there exists unwritten rate charts for grooms across India. It can vary from state to state, depending on the occupation of the groom in question. A government servant, that too in the higher ranks of the administration will have the highest “right” to demand the maximum dowry. On the other hand, an educated, well paid private firm employee, even if he is a CEO of a company, may not have that edge over the government servant groom in the eligibility race. Cash, gold, land and vehicles dominate the demand list within the dowry system.

I grew up listening to the phrases like, “marriages in Western culture do not last; frequency of divorces is very high in the west; culture and values in marriage in Indian system are superior”.  Well… I am not here to claim any system as bad or good. I am a true believer that every culture has something good to offer and something bad to be avoided. The real good thing about the western culture is the fact that people who develop a liking for each other, decide to live together and raise a family irrespective of their age, cast, colour, even same sex. There is no involvement of anything like dowry there. But in India, this system of dowry is very prevalent even among highly educated people. Also, with fear and sadness I realize that the Indian institution of marriage is not immune to divorces as we preach. Domestic violence in the name of dowry plays a significant role behind that raising number of divorces, suicides and homicides.

While I never acted as a rebel within the family, questioning the dowry system in any marriages that I have been part of, I started questioning in my mind, the moral values behind the concept of dowry. If the increasing number of crimes against women in the name of dowry were not there, perhaps I would not have even thought about questioning the system. I would have continued to accept the “well intended” practice as the norm. Unfortunately, countless families fell into the wormhole of dowry. Harassment in the name of dowry and deaths became a usual content of news channels and social media. Recent spike in such incidents, either due to actual increase in incidents or may be due to a greater number of incidents being reported, prompted me to pen down my thoughts on this subject.

Nobody can predict tomorrows. But still, we all hope for tomorrows, day after tomorrows and plan for the future. So do I. I hope that when my daughter grows up, I will get her married to a suitable boy. Behind that hope, like every father would have, there are still many fears and apprehensions.

·        What kind of a boy would he be?

·        What kind of a family would he be from?

·        Will he be joining the same bandwagon of people expecting or demanding something as a price money to look after my child?

·        Will I have the courage to say no to any proposal that comes with the unwritten or implicit demands of dowry or a price tag?

·        If something undesirable happens, as a loving father, would I be able to do anything for her at that time?

There are more questions that cloud my mind. I have not mentioned them explicitly here. Out of the five questions I mentioned here, the first four are beyond my control. But for the last one at least, I can do something. For that I don’t have to wait for the future. I can do that now itself.

I think, every parent should think about making their child capable to standing on their on foot. In our patriarchal society this happens normally for the boy child. Many people with a progressive mindset do the same for girl child as well.  I wish to give my daughter the best education I can give, so that she can stand on her foot and not be dependent on anyone for a living.

So, the best thing I can do is to find what her passions are, promote them, and give her the best education which will help her in sharpening her skills, improve her employability, widen her vision about the world we live in. Once she learns some life skills, lands on a good job, and learns to take care of her first, perhaps I will have the courage to answer the question asked by the online news reader … “Yes, my friend… I will put that upfront in the matrimonial column...No prices tags will be accepted … no dowry will be given”.

I sincerely pray that the system will change for good… the mindset of people will change…and no bride dies in the name of dowry.

 

Jose

Bangalore

14th July

 

 

 

Precious few minutes

 

To know the value of one year                   : Ask a student who has failed a final exam. 

To know the value of nine months            : Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

To know the value of one month               : Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To know the value of one week                 : Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To know the value of one hour                  : Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To know the value of one minute              : Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To know the value of one-second             : Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To know the value of one millisecond      : Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics

(A quote a received through E-mail, long time ago)

This is my story. Every time I think of it, I get more and more convinced that nothing happens accidentally. Everything happens for a reason. They occur as if planned by someone in minute details. My life, where I am today, the comforts I enjoy today, the social status I have earned today, everything could have been totally different, had I lost few minutes on a very important day two decades back. This is that story...of the precious minutes that secured my life.

It was the year 1996. After completing graduation, I was preparing for post-graduation entrance examinations. I wanted to pursue Master of Computer Applications (MCA) or M.Sc. in Geology, which was my major during graduation. As my role model teacher from the graduation encouraged me to aspire for post-graduation from prestigious institutions in India, I applied to many of them, including Pondicherry University, Anna University, Cochin University, IIT Kharagpur, and IIT Roorkee. Till graduation, I studied in Kerala only. I had never ventured to go out of my hometown for studies. So, I was bit hesitant to go out to far off places for post-graduation. But the constant encouragement from my teacher and the dreams of standing on my own feet were acting as catalysts for my ambition of doing post-graduation from a prestigious institution outside Kerala.

Most of the institutes I aimed were near to Kerala. But IIT Kharagpur and IIT Roorkee were at the Northern part of India. The physical distance as wells as the psychological distance to these universities were huge for me. I could not apply to IIT Kharagpur due to some reason. But I applied to IIT Roorkee, which was then known as University of Roorkee. At that time, the examination centre was only at Roorkee. Therefore, all the candidates had to travel to Roorkee (which was in Uttar Pradesh then, now in Uttaranchal). Due to this inconvenience there were only few candidates from South India for the entrance examination. Mostly it was dominated by candidates from Bengal, Odisha, Bihar and Delhi. In spite of all these odds, I decided to travel to Roorkee and write the examination. In the university’s prospectus, it was mentioned that the candidates must come prepared for starting the academic life, if they are selected. Therefore, I had to go with all necessary preparations for staying in the hostel, if I am selected.

The only time I had travelled to a long distance from home was to attend a navel engineering entrance examination in Bhopal. That time, I was accompanied by my elder brother who had worked in New Delhi for many years. During that journey I was under his constant care. But this time, I was alone; rather I chose to be alone. I was nervous as well as excited to make a lonely trip to one end of the country from the opposite end. Though my brother said he can come with me, I was adamant that I will go alone. After lot of discussions, my mother also agreed to it.

I had to go to Cochin first to write Cochin University’s entrance examination and then from there, I was supposed to travel to Chennai. Almost two days of train journey from there would take me to New Delhi from where another five hours of bus journey would take me to my destination, University Roorkee in Uttar Pradesh. As per the plan, I would reach Roorkee just on time; one day before the entrance examination.

I planned everything in detail. Tickets were booked. My bag packs were kept ready for the hostel life in case of selection. First, I appeared for the Cochin University examination. In Cochin I stayed in Simi’s house who was my distant relative. She is the lovely lady who is sharing the good and bad times in my life with me, my wife. As I said earlier, nothing is a coincidence. Everything is scripted by someone superior. I never thought at that time, Simi would one day be my wife.

I didn’t know anyone in Chennai. So, my brother requested one of his friends to fetch me from the railway station and help me in the travel to New Delhi. The day I finished the entrance examination for Cochin University, I started my journey to Chennai. Simi’s father accompanied me to the railway station. I bordered the train which was supposed to reach Chennai early in the morning. My connecting train to New Delhi was the Tamil Nadu Express (TN Express). I remembered it’s departure time as 9.30 in the morning. After a good sleep in the night, I reached Chennai early in the morning. As planned, my brother’s friend was there to receive me.  His house was bit far away from the station. I do not remember the name of the place now. When he asked about my travel plan and the departure time, I mentioned that the train I need to board is TN express is departing at 9.30 AM. The he took me in his motorcycle to his home.

When we reached his home, he said that we don’t have much time if the 9.30 AM train must be bordered. So, I quickly ate the breakfast and again rushed back to the railway station in his motorcycle. In between he asked me couple of times about the departure time. I kept on saying that it is at 9.30 AM. I was confident of the timings as I only booked the ticket.

I had one big bag pack and one small pack with all eatables from home. When we reached the Chennai central station, I asked one gentleman standing outside the parking area about the platform number to board the TN express. In my watch it was almost 8.50 AM then. The moment I mentioned about TN Express, that gentleman had a strange look in his face. Then immediately he said,

“It is Platform 10. It will depart sharp at 9.00 AM. Go …go…run”

I felt like being blind for a minute. Frantically I looked at my railway ticket. The time of departure was mentioned as 9.00 AM. Even today I do not know why I had the idea that the departure time is 9.30 AM. I also do not know why I didn’t even bother to check the time much before the departure.  Maybe I was overconfident on seeing the departure time as 9.30 AM. May be I was lost in thoughts.

I could not even thank my brother’s friend. He also asked me to run to the platform. I was already in a frantic mode. I took my bags and ran towards the platform. To make things worse, I was running from the 1^st platform and the train I had to catch was in the 10^th platform. I had less than ten minutes. I thought I won’t make it, if I have to climb the stairs and run all the way to the 10^th platform within that time. There were many things at stake; my dreams, my career and hopes of my family. With all my force I ran like a sprinter. Fortunately, in Chennai central station, there are no stairs between the platforms. I could reach the platforms from the ground level itself.

I ran towards the platform 10.  The last compartment was near me when I reached the train. I asked the guy who stood at the door whether it is TN express or not. He said yes and asked me to get in. By then the train had started moving. I had reservation to travel to New Delhi. But there was no time to look for my reservation compartment. I just threw my bags in to the compartment and jumped in. Soon I found that it was the general compartment and it was already full. Some kind fellows gave me a little space to sit. I thought I will get out of the general compartment and find my seat in the reservation compartment at the next stop. Then I found that TN Express had very limited stops in between. After Chennai the next stop was in Vijayawada in Andhra Pradesh.

I sat in the general compartment. After long time, when the train reached Vijayawada, I approached the Ticket Examiner. He said that since I didn’t show up, my reservation was no more valid. But he said, I can go to any sleeper class and stay there. At that time, I was not wise enough to argue about my rights or to buy another seat by paying him. I just believed what he said and went to one of the sleeper compartments. During the night, I put a newspaper on the floor and slept near the toilet.

I felt sad as well as excited. I felt sad on missing the comfortable travel in spite of having reservation. But felt excited on being the brave lone traveller, facing the troubles, solving everything myself and marching towards the foothills of the mighty Himalayas from God’s own country, all the way from south India.

I reached Delhi safely. My friend’s sister was there to receive me and take me to the Inter State Bus Terminus (ISBT). From there, I took a bus to Dehradun which was going through Roorkee. After five hours of journey, I was in Roorkee. Rest everything happened as per the script written by the best writer. I reached there on time, wrote the examination next day, cleared the entrance examination with second rank, studied there for three years, got the degree of M.Tech in Applied Geology, and finally became the only guy from Geology Department to be selected by Schlumberger that year. A career with Schlumberger was something like a dream come true for a person like me at that time.

As I went through all these phases in life, perhaps I didn’t realize that everything happens for a reason. I just went through those phases without trying to connect the dots. Now when I look back, I feel that everything appears planned by someone. Also, I realize the importance of those precious few minutes before I got into the train. If I was late by few more minutes, perhaps I would have missed the train. Then I would not have reached Roorkee on time before the examination. I would have missed the exposure I got in Roorkee. I wouldn’t kick start my career with Schlumberger. Then, my fate and career would have been something totally different.

I had very small dreams while I was a student doing graduation. I didn’t even dare to dream big. Taking care of my family, giving them some comfort and having a good house in place of the old house with thatched roof where we lived were my small dreams. But the chain of connected incidents, which I believe are not accidental coincidences, took me through a journey, which allowed me to dream more, attain the stability I dreamt of and fulfil the commitments I had. All those events have an origin to the precious few minutes I had in front of the Chennai Central station. I thank the almighty for everything, the good and bad. In bad times, he showed me the way to sail through it and gave the courage to face it. In good times, he let me enjoy the comforts and happiness I deserved. I thank him for every minute in my life, especially for those precious minutes, without which I would have been sitting somewhere else right now, doing something else, instead of telling you my story.

Jose

Bangalore

22 Jan 2021