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Every time there is a discussion on a sustainable development or on environmental issues a discussion on population becomes inevitable. It would appear that these two issues are joined at the hip, at least in India. While the world debates environmental issues in far-off Rio, on the occasion of the twentieth year of the Earth Summit, citizen’s of Delhi are reeling from a very hot summer with huge shortages of electricity and water. This makes for a classic case for applying the environment – population logic with climate change neatly tied into the argument. The middle-class denizen of Delhi can additionally fume about the daily increments to the 20 million or more people already in the city, complaining of crowds, price-rise and population in the same breath. Population it may thus appear is the one BIG problem which leads to many of our middle-class woes.      India’s population is now over 1.2 billion and growing. Most would argue that alone should qualify ...

Street-side Vendors Lagos, Nigeria was the sixth African city that I have visited in the last one and half years. I did not get to do much sight-seeing or tourism on my three day flying visit but I was privileged to spend most of my time with Nigerians. Nigeria I knew was the largest African country, but I learnt that it was very fragmented. It has 36 states or provinces, 6 regions and over 250 ethnic groups with their different cultures and languages. English is the common language which binds the country together. The other common features, at least among the men seemed their love of football and their propensity to discuss politics. The car that took me from the airport had two football banners hanging from the centre of the windshield – one of Chelsea and other of the ‘Super Eagles’ as the Nigerian national team is known. This passion for football and politics reminded me of the Kolkata I had left behind in the 80’s when passionate discussions on these subjects would be st...

People from the sky Indigenous woman in Oaxacan village I was third time lucky in being able to visit Mexico. Even though a recent change in immigration rules allowed all Indians with a valid US visa an automatic entry into Mexico, I stood with a strained smile at the immigration counter explaining to the lady behind that my US visa was valid even though it looked quite old dog-eared and was in the fifth of my stapled stack of passports. With a short overnight stop in Mexico City I was off the next morning to Oaxaca in southern Mexico. The short flight over the mountainous country, with dawn breaking over the eastern sky was a spectacular sight and soon I was in Oaxaca – a historical and cultural hot-spot of Mexico, but unfortunately also a state which ranked among the bottom three states (along with the Chiapas) on all development parameters. Nearly 50% of the population in this mountainous state comprised of indigenous peoples and many modern amenities had yet to reach t...

Many people live in hard to reach places  like this village within a  Sanctuary It is the 11 th of July today, the first world population day since the provisional results of the Census 2011 were released earlier in the year. As on all such occasions the discussions today are sure to be on the fact that we continued to add more than Australia to our population. However mention is certainly to be made that the population growth rate is now the lowest it has been in the last fifty years, denoting a success for a our population stabilization programme. However the disappointment of those who work on the issue of declining sex ratio around the census results may not be mentioned. This begs the question does population stabilization still concern itself only with numbers, or there are other things that need to be considered as well? In this article I will try to share some of the concerns that I feel need to be considered even though I feel that growth in numbers continues t...

Old palace of King Haile Selassie, now University of Addis Ababa In the space of twelve hours I shared a drink with one ex President, had dinner with one ex Prime Minister, sat next to the only lady in the world to be both a minister and First Lady of two countries and greeted one Nobel Laureate. In the meeting I was attending, I had very august company. But I guess you need such fire-power if you have to start a global campaign to end one of the most persistent, shameful but extremely common forms of traditional practice that plagues large parts of the world. This traditional practice, which many choose to believe is a thing of the past, but is openly endorsed by political and religious leaders in India, is child- marriage. Sixty concerned persons from all over the world had gathered together at Addis Ababa for a meeting called by The Elders, to discuss ways of ending this regrettable practice. The four stalwarts Desmond Tutu, Gro Bruntland, Graca Machel and Mary Robinson represe...

Mr Pavon (middle) supervising the barbeque This year I had occasion to participate in May Day celebrations in far away Romania with a group of  young Roma who have come together to form a social association and now want to work on health rights issues of the local Roma community. The setting was idyllic. We were in a wooded hollow of an artificial lake. We had a splendid barbeque picnic with pork chops, veal steaks and sausages, topped with home-made white and red wine. But we weren’t the only group having fun. Even though communism is history for over twenty years, May Day continues to be an occasion for the whole family to enjoy themselves in Romania. While we were enjoying our barbeque, a stream of visitors came down to enjoy a meal at the floating restaurant or to take a pleasure boat ride. The lake and floating restaurant Mr Pavon, the leader of the local Roma community was the master at the barbeque, and he has also been the inspiration behind the younger gen...

The road was teeming with people, gaily painted rickshaws, green CNGs and roadside stalls and I sat watching from inside the small cage of the three wheeler which I knew earlier as the ‘baby’ but now christened ‘CNG’ in deference to the fuel it used. I had been in Dhaka many times before but today I was eager in my anticipation of seeing the Buriganga and the Sadar ghat. I had heard stories of this venerable river and also of how the river transport from Sadarghat formed a backbone of the transport system of Bangladesh. Dhaka had always reminded me of Kolkata, the city I grew up in and so my expectation of Sadarghat was that it would be somewhat like Chandpal Ghat or Babughat on the Strand Road. The CNG deposited me in front of a long red and yellow brick building which looked like cross between a warehouse and a railway station. There was not a hint of a river in sight and I asked the driver whether he was sure this was where the Buriganga was. He assured me and I tentatively bought ...