Sunday, April 26, 2020

26th APRIL 2020 – 33rd DAY OF COMPLETE LOCK-DOWN OF INDIA: HOPE | DESPAIR | DREAMS


44TH DAY OF MY SOCIAL ISOLATION

26,496 POSITIVE, 824 DEAD, 5804 RECOVERED

General Feeling: “We are tucked away comfortably in our homes while millions fight disease, hunger and depression. Food, security of life and basic life necessities like clean water, shelter, sanitation and personal hygiene are luxuries that we can write about in our blog posts and speeches. However there are some among us who are tirelessly working towards doing their bit. They are pushing their capacities to do the right thing. Putting themselves on the line to save many others. This display of courage and humanity can save us from being a total failure of a society. If you can, with whatever you can, please help. And like I’ve been iterating, donate to smaller organizations who you can audit for yourselves.”

I have so much to say but so little time. However today is a Sunday and I have prioritized this over all other tasks I have for today. I am going to divide this blog into three parts which are distinct, yet connected with the thread of COVID and myself.

Hope & Prepare

(Alert: Nerd paragraphs ahead)

The entire world has pinned its hope on a safe & effective vaccine to fight the Corona virus. Across the world, there are about 70 contenders for such a vaccine which are undergoing tests & trials at various stages. Almost all of them are re-worked versions of existing vaccines for different viruses – MERS, SARS, EBOLA, BCG etc. It’s easier to develop a vaccine from existing ones rather than starting all from scratch – that may take a mighty long time which we may not have at our disposal.

Among them, the front runners are 3 vaccines – Hydroxychloroquine (HCQ – it’s the same one Trump made such a deal about without knowing much about science and coerced India to export millions of it to the US), Remdesivir – an anti-viral drug used to treat HIV positive patients (just two days back in a Chinese study, this failed to produce effective results but the company that produces it, Gilead and some analysts disagree), BCG – a long trusted friend of humanity which has saved millions from Tuberculosis, is a safe, strong and effective vaccine – and is being tested to see whether it can really help the Corona situation.

However apart from these three is a fourth and a very interesting candidate – ChAdOx1. Already under ‘human trials’ in Germany and UK, it’s being developed by University of Oxford with claims that if found effective, it would be ready for mass production and consumption by September. As per experts this vaccine candidate has 80% chance of success. What separates it from other contenders is that is the only possible vaccine that can hope to see the light of the day this year while all others if at all found effective, will be ready for mass consumption only sometime next year.

If this works out, it would mean that we would have saved not just a lot of lives, but stopped further economic gloom by ease of lock-downs. Spur in economic activity is bound to improve employment rates and in turn will reduce hunger, distress and death.

Having said that we must remember that we may NEVER find a safe and effective vaccine for COVID-19. It’s a possibility that we must be aware of and prepare for. This will mean a very different world and a very different ‘normal’. The sooner we prepare our minds for it, the easier will we be prepared for a new world order.

Education - Tool for Social Change

I connected with a friend I had met 8 years ago on Jagriti Yatra. I remembered him as a friendly guy from Madhya Pradesh who ran a school for tribal children.  We used to jam quite a bit in our journey and he had deep voice that sang ‘Baawra Mann’ perfectly. Shweta, he and I were good friends. However he saw me off at Ahmedabad station in January 2012 and we never spoke after that. We continued being Facebook friends and shared just about a couple of hellos until this Friday when we found the time to speak over a phone call.

He has been doing some amazing work at his organization called Argini (http://agrini.org/) – which has taken upon the task of imparting education to the tribal and marginalized children of the MP – Maharashtra border at Teoni. For ten years this man has dedicated his life to using education as a tool for social change. He is an engineer who gave up lofty dreams of MBA or the Corporate or stable love and family life to dedicate himself to a larger cause of society and country. He travelled across the world to understand educational systems of rich and poor countries alike and bring back his learnings to India. He and his team are now completely dedicated to proving relief to migrant workers, children and women during the COVID crisis as the border town of Teoni sees huge migration across the state borders.

The public school run by Agrini at Teoni, Madhya Pradesh

He is also someone who understands that hatred breeds hatred and fear only has negative outcomes. Today the narrative around lock-down is of fear. Actually, corona or not, today the narrative around the country is of fear.

Fear of speaking against the government and being witch-hunted as an ‘anti-national’.
Fear of fundamentalism.
Fear of lynching.
Fear of practicing one’s faith.
Fear of all those things that we were not supposed to be fearful of.

The spirit of our country is embedded in our constitution. And while most of us won’t have the time to study the whole text of it, at-least refer to the Preamble of our constitution which is the key to understanding and deciphering it.


My friend, Gourav Jaiswal, is also thinking on lines of how education can be a tool for political change. At the same time he’s aware that political change alone will not serve anything. An ideological change in the country (and the world) is required. How does one fuel such a change? Especially commoners like us who have no power or money to tilt anything. The answer is complicated but perhaps lies in basic simple understanding of human psychology. He says we need the right communication strategy to bring about a lasting ideological change – a change which breeds love, freedom, empathy and creativity.

This is Gourav. 

We also spoke of our personal lives. A lot has happened for both of us in these 8 years and 2 hours of conversation were not enough to even touch the tip of the ice-berg. However, we were happy to connect and I am glad that this lock-down has gotten me in touch with so many of those, who I’d been too busy for. Life is made beautiful by people we meet. Remembering them and learning from them often feeds into our spiritual needs. This conversation was that fulfilling for me.

I am now going to try and help him raise funds for his organization which is committed to help the voiceless and the helpless during these cruel times.

Dreams and the Subconscious

Anyone who knows me closely, knows that I’ve had an almost consistent history of extremely vivid dreams. I have spent hours narrating details of so many of my dreams to family & friends. One such dream is a blog post (and chapter 1 of  my unfinished book) as well!!


In the last three days, I’ve had two extremely vivid dreams.

On Friday morning, I woke up feeling stressed. I had dreamt of having a miscarriage. With only my parents by my side, helpless and trying to call for help at a hospital guest-house with no doctor attending to their child. We were somewhere close to Indore (I don’t know why Indore). However given the COVID crisis, there was no help. The staff was less and very busy. The doctors were few. And even though we belong to a rather privileged class, no amount of money could get us help. The dream ended with all of us desperately trying and praying for help while there was none.

I woke up wondering what that dream meant. Was it an outcome of work stress? Was it an outcome of news stories I read about non-COVID patients dying due to lack of medical attention? Was it an outcome of a specific incident that took place in Bharatpur (Rajasthan) a week back where a Muslim woman who was about to deliver was denied entry in a government hospital due to her religion?

(Irresponsible media sensationalism and fake news has built an image of Muslims as perpetrators of Covid infection after the whole Tablighi Jamaat incident blew up across the country.)

She had a miscarriage at the entry of the hospital. She was beaten and made to clean her own blood. This is the state of affairs. How can one beat a woman who had miscarriaged? How do you look at someone’s faith in a situation like this?

Why do we forget that a woman who’s bringing a life to this world is transcending something between the material and mortal universes?



As if this dream was not intense enough, last night I dream of being in his arms.
I have been to his home town once for real. We were supposed to drive there sometime during the monsoons. I could never really happen. (Like so many of our trips could never really happen). I was at his place with a few other friends. I had never been to his house before. It was a small but a very neat place. He had wrapped up everything from elsewhere and moved back home. In his luggage I saw some of my dresses. I was happy to find those pieces which were missing from my wardrobe. They had accidentally made way to his luggage. How I didn’t know. But I was happy to find my clothes and find myself at his place.

The dream felt unreal for I felt so safe and relaxed after such a long time.

A dream like this after so many years rattles you and leaves you wondering whether you’ve indeed been able to pick up all your pieces.  It also leaves you wondering whether you do really want to dust off everything.

I have tried to do the wrong things. The risky things our heart motivates us towards. I have tried to do the right things. The ones that the world preaches. I have lived by my instincts as well by the rules. Neither of the attempts has been truly successful.

Therefore, perhaps I should look within and search for my answers. In my sub-conscious.

Until the next post, only think love & peace.

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