Saturday, July 18, 2015

The day I visited the slum.


Let's play a word association game... I say a word and you say the first thing that pops in your head when you think of that word. The word is slum. What other words pop in your head when you think of a slum? What pictures do you see when you close your eyes and think of a slum?


If you would have asked me last week to tell you the images that come to mind when I think of a slum I might have said something along the lines of kids running around, tattered clothes, dirt and a displeasing smell. After the experience I had of touring the Dharavi slum this past weekend, my definition would be different.






I am generally a very curious person. As some of you may know I like to get the real and authentic story on things. There is no need to sugarcoat things or bedazzle them (like the media often does). Since day one of being in India I have seen the stark contrast between the 'haves' and 'have-nots'. So far in my travels I have been to a total of about five cities. In each place you see the drastic difference between the ways people live depending on their economic status. I drove past various slums in the various cities I've visited and wondered a lot of the same things... "What are the people like that live there? Do they have unconditional love for each other? What are their dreams and goals?" 


Here are some fast facts about Dharavi. The slum is located in Mumbai on about 432 acres of land, which is half the size of Central Park. The current population is 1 million people. It is 20 times denser than Mumbai. More than 50% of the population in Mumbai lives in slums. The average household has 4.5 people in it. Dharavi has many factories and other jobs that help make up the annual production of $665 million US dollars. Daily factory wages are between Rs 150-250 (which when you do the conversion $1 USD = Rs 63, so that's between $3-5 USD per day). Other interesting things to know is that 80% of Mumbai's recycling goes to Dharavi. 

I will admit to you all that I was a little apprehensive about taking a slum tour at first. I have read several articles about ‘slum tourism’ where foreigners have the opportunity to tour a slum just like you would tour another monumental attraction. I don’t view a slum as an attraction because it is esentially someone’s home. It would be like if I opened up my home or neighborhood for people to come take a tour. They are people, not animals in a zoo. That’s the most important thing to remember. We found an organization that is very involved in the Dharavi community called “Reality Tours”. They have several programs set up in the slum and also give tours to foreigners that are curious about learning more. The coolest thing is that 80% of the money that is collected to go on the tours is directly invested back into the programs that are being put on in the slum.


Our tour started out at the train station that is located right next to the Dharavi slum. We walked up over the bridge and it was like we were immediately immersed into a whole other world. Dharavi is truly a city within a city. We were guided through the narrow alleyways of the commercial and residential areas. The commercial part is where the factories are located. Each person in that area has a different job. Some include crushing plastic, refurbishing paint cans and making baked goods in the bakery. One common theme that I noticed while walking through this part of Dharavi was the unsafe working conditions. The workers don’t wear gloves, protective headwear or goggles. They are working painfully long hours and very closely to quite dangerous equipment without anything to protect them or guarantee them safety. The men that work in this area (and it is mostly men that work here because of the safety concern for women and children) usually also live in the factories too because it is free/cheap rent and they can’t afford to buy or lease a small living space in the slum. Many of the men are also from different parts of India and not originally from Mumbai. They travel to Dharavi to work for a few months to make enough money to go back to their families on the farms or in other villages. 

















The next area we were guided to was the residential area. This was divided up into two different neighborhoods, made up of Muslims and Hindus. The two religions clashed a long time ago and while they usually get along now, they still tend to live separately in Dharavi. In this area I got the chance to see what the living spaces were like. They were for the most part very small and typically had many family members living in once confined space. I was very surprised to learn how expensive the living spaces were in the city of Mumbai and also in Dharavi. There is such a high demand for living space from so many people in Mumbai that they can get away with charging a fortune for it.



As we walked through the narrow alleys and muddy pathways we were greeted with smiles from the children who also enjoyed practicing their English out on us. We passed by an area that made pottery that was taken out into the city of Mumbai to be sold. There was another area that was making some sort of food. Everywhere we went there was a sense of purpose and you could feel the dedication radiating out of the people. The last part we saw was a school/community center that was set up to help educate kids and young adults. This is one of the programs that Reality Tours (the group that gave us our tour) helps to support. It was cool to see where English and computer classes take place. 

A slum is more than the pictures you seen portrayed by the media of kids with big bellies and begging for food. It isn’t just what you see from the movie Slumdog Millionaire. Sure there may be heartbreak or sadness, but there is also joy and happiness that lives deeply rooted in the people. Many of the people that live in slums have jobs in the community of Dharavi or out in the city of Mumbai. They are not the people that you see begging on the street; instead they are proud and hard working.


The words I now would use to describe a slum is a beautiful and hard working community. 



Monday, July 13, 2015

The girl who sold flowers

You are bound to meet some interesting people when you travel, it's just a fact. This past weekend I travelled to Mumbai and met someone who captured my heart instantly. 


While walking to the Gateway of India a young teen girl approached my friend and I with several strings of flowers. These flowers are meant to be strung from your hair. (Side note, they are really great because they make you smell quite lovely even though you probably smell really bad from constantly sweating.) 


Her main goal was to try and sell us flowers. My main goals was to get to know who she really was. She was friendly and kind. She greeted us with a smile. She was very intelligent. I discovered that her English was very good after asking her a series of simple and more complex questions. She insisted that the flowers were a gift and asked us to give her money to feed both her and her sister. She was patient and very persistent. She had a sparkle in her eye that made me even more intrigued.


During this 10 minute interaction with the young girl there were a stream of questions running through my head. I wanted to know if she was educated. Where did she learn her English from? What is her family like? Did they encourage her to go to school? Did she go to school? What will her future look like? Will she have many opportunities for success ahead of her? All I really wanted to do was sit down with her for some chi and dig deep into her soul to reveal her true story.


This bright young girl opened up my eyes on that rainy Sunday afternoon. She reminded me why I am so interested in and passionate about the empowerment of women. The women and girls here in India fascinate me. They are so similar to me, yet so completely different. Each girl has her own story. Some are being told while others are being kept secret.