Monday, July 10, 2006

New Talk in New Delhi: No Sex, No Condom

By Mayank 'Austen'

Delhi's smart school-going kids can win the country's battle against AIDS



The Children were Smart and Knowledgeable in Sex Awareness

THE OTHER day we went to the Shri Ram Center for Performing Arts at Safdar Hashmi Road near Connaught Place. The hall was brimming with school children and we were fortunate to find two vacant seats out of a total of 403. Kenny G was playing his saxophone in the auditorium while everyone waited for the Mr. Minister to arrive and the live quiz show to begin.

Organized by the Indian Government, the programme took place under the initiative YUVA (Youth Unite for Victory on AIDS). YUVA is also a Hindi word meaning 'youth.' The event's purpose was to test the knowledge of India's young generation about sexual health and HIV/AIDS. This South Asian giant has over five million people infected with AIDS - second highest rate in world.

We employed the interval by flipping through the catalogues placed on each seat. It was dreary to glance through statistics and facts regarding the AIDS scare in India, but it raised our self-opinion — how noble it was for us to come and sacrifice our time to sit through such a boring and worthy cause. The programme schedule indicated that the quiz, which would follow the Minister's speech, would be hosted by Mr. Siddhartha Basu, the celebrity quiz master, the producer of South Asia's biggest TV game show - Kaun Bangea Crorepati - the Indian adaptation of Who Wants to be a Millionaire.

The Minister was delayed in his arrival, but he refused to spare us the ordeal of listening to his introductory speech. Speaking in a broken, upper-class Hindi, he threateningly warned that truck drivers were no longer the only carriers of AIDS. Blinded by a flash of spontaneous wisdom, he declared the great Indian culture and its no-sex values were the best safeguard against this epidemic. After a bit of words on a "very handsome, well-built boy" who was jettisoned by his family after he tested positive for HIV and whom he found loitering outside his residence, Mr. Minister settled down to talk at great length about his young daughter.

Only recently completing her graduation in English literature, the minister informed us with fatherly pride, the daughter dear has already visited several countries to attend AIDS-related conferences. We were told that if the minister was too busy to attend the meets, he sent the daughter instead. It was conveyed that she had just returned from attending a conference in Geneva. Finally, Mr. Minister concluded by advising all the youngsters present to follow his daughter's example.

Only if our father too was a minister, somebody sitting behind us sniggered. We tried to keep a straight face.

The quiz was disconcerting at the beginning. It was particularly uncomfortable with the children being asked whether a woman could become pregnant if she had intercourse during menstruation. We found it awkward to hear them answering questions on safe sex, homosexuals, and AIDS prevention methods with a straight face, nonchalant.

There were six teams of two members each sitting on the stage. The participants were extremely knowledgeable in the subject of AIDS. The girls were particularly rigorous with their information and knew that condoms were made from latex and that Pneumocystis Carini pneumonia was the disease often associated with HIV infected people. The children were also aware about the specific age-limit that the United Nations has classified as youth (15-24 years), and which body fluid has the highest concentration of HIV among various body fluids (Blood).

We were impressed.



An Excellently Conducted Quiz Show

As the minutes unfolded, it was surprising to discover we were enjoying ourselves, exhorting our favorite teams to answer the questions correctly.

The students, who chiefly formed the audience, were eager and knowledgeable, and they responded smartly and intelligently to questions of the quiz master. It was a properly synchronized and excellently conducted quiz show with customary scoring and negative marking that made the hall pulsate with excitement and suspense as if we were cheering for Brazil and France in a football stadium. Even the minister smiled on occasions. We did not notice him talking on his mobile phone at any time.

When Team C was asked about the theme of World AIDS Day 2005, there was a furious discussion between the two boys. Finally they said, “No Sex, No Condoms.” The audience laughed, including us, though we did not know the answer. The question was passed to another team that comprised a pair of studious-looking girls. They answered it right: “Stop AIDS, Keep the Promise.”

During a round in which the questions were thrown to the audience, the quiz master presented a list of options to a senior bureaucrat of the Health Ministry, asking him to pick out the one which guaranteed AIDS-free sex. The choices were simple and it was easy to identify the answer. However, the rattled bureaucrat, embarrassed with all the sex-condoms talk of the kids, nervously decided on the option 'Using Condoms Occasionally.' Amidst a fresh wave of laughter in the auditorium, we shuddered at the low awareness of policy-makers entrusted to devise plans for India's struggle with AIDS.

On a more personal level, there was an interesting visual question in which the people were shown the picture of a handsome Hollywood star. We were asked to name this 'AIDS activist.' Many hands were raised, including ours. The quiz master approached us and we answered, “Richard Gere.” We were right and one of the saree-clad hostesses following Mr. Basu gave us a tee shirt printed with an AIDS message (Yuva Pooche Mann Ki Baat) as a prize.

We were thrilled.

The quiz was coming to an end after an hour of severe emotional turbulence. The all-girls Team F, which was in a neck-to-neck race with the similarly-sexed Team D, performed brilliantly in the crucial last round (Final Countdown) and went on to win the first position. We all clapped.

The Minister was back at the podium. He had some kind words for Team B that came last (they looked as if they would burst into tears at any moment) before triumphantly declaring that the girls in the winning team would accompany him to an AIDS conference in China scheduled for the next month. All of us clapped again.

Later emerging out of the auditorium, we were concerned for the Minister's activist-daughter. After assuring ourselves of the probability that perhaps she could still be accommodated in the China delegation, we busied ourselves in bargaining with a thuk-thuk walla to drive us to Khan Market.

Friday, July 07, 2006

A French Man Photographs India Gate and Reflects on the Charms of Delhi

[Photographs and Text by Amsterdam-based Laurent Clère]


Tourists in the India Gate Maidan

LIKE MANY Europeans, I had several stereotypes in my mind when I arrived in India for the first time. On one hand the sensual and colorful images of a glorious India - elephants, precious stones, orange turbans, hot desert, pink palaces. On the other the hidden face of the mirror - poor, homeless people sleeping on pavements and overcrowded, polluted, hectic cities. I was also interested in the Hinduist vision of life. I had read novels by Indian authors. I had prepared myself for the country.

Yet I knew that there was another India, more modern, more real.

I remember my first contact with India that happened ten years before. It was a monsoon evening in the Indira Gandhi airport. I still have some sensual memories of that dusk. The wet heat strangling my senses, the crowd pressing around me, and a peculiar smell that I can imagine even now and which I have come to identify with India...


A View of the Lake

During my first Indian trip I stayed in Delhi for two days. Enough time to see only Humayun’s Tomb in a glorious summer sunset, the Qutb Minar in a dusty midday and Jama Masjid by a heavy afternoon. But I did not really have the feeling of encountering India.


A Family on an India Gate Outing

A few years later I returned to Delhi and stayed there for six weeks as part of my academic work. It was then that I discovered that Delhi was really a city of Djins that another European had described - a complex mosaic of cultures, religions, architectures, with many faces and many arms, like Shiva dancing in the fire. It is difficult to imagine that the white and peaceful villas of New Delhi and the perfumed maze of Chandni Chowk could belong to the same city.


Beat the Heat

In that trip I had the opportunity to meet many Indians and I still preserve their memories in my heart. The Indian people are probably my most important reason to love India. I have a tender thought for their warm conversation, for their charming way to approve when their eyes and their head seem to float and to wave. Talkative, faithful, the Indians are now my best reason to come back to Delhi again and again. But there are other reasons too.



India's Future Poses in front of India Gate

However it must be said that Delhi is not really a beautiful town.

Is there a center in Delhi? Are the circles of Connaught place the heart of the city or the center of hell’s rings? Or is Delhi an octopus with many arms and many hearts? One arm for each of the seven ruined capitals, one heart for each green enclave in the dusty stretch of the city...



Mummy, I'm Sleepy

Anyway, now, I think I am familiar with Delhi to an extent that I could make an inventory of what I like about this city : walking in the early night along the inner circle of the Connaught Place, taking an auto-rickshaw to South Extension, lying on the grass of the Lodhi Gardens, enjoying an ice cream in Nirula’s, being in the red belly of Chandni Chowk, coming back to the green avenues of the Delhi University and experiencing the taste of the Masala Tchai or Mango Lassi against my thirsty lips, talking with friends about the contradictions of Indian society...

Of course, my Cartesian mind sometimes rebel against many details - the arrogant and despising way wealthy Indians hail a rickshaw driver, the hours I’m waiting for my friends who are late, for everybody seems to be late in Delhi.

Delhi is not that golden or dusty as I had imagined it to me, and I do not mind that...



The Channa-Child Makes a Living


Laurent Clère described himself

I’m teaching French literature and French as a foreign language in an international school in the Netherlands where I am living since almost two years. I’m curious about foreign cultures, colorful or mysterious paintings, and I like smelling books.

I’m 37 years old now, but on one way I’m reluctant to accept that what I was dreaming about when I was a child would not become a reality : I won’t be a writer able to evoke the meanders of human heart or a painter. But I’m lucky to have some friends in beloved parts of the blue planet. And I know that I still have some deep novels to discover, some magnificent places to visit and some wisdom to find.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Photo Essay: Delhi Shining - The Metropolis Flaunts its Metro


Courtesy: Amsterdam-based Laurent Clère, who very kindly submitted this photograph to be published in The Delhi Walla.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Sunday, July 02, 2006