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Jul 20
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This ganesh shrine sits in front of our guest house (at the Sharnga guest house compound in the ‘green belt’ of the Auroville community).  The workers here offer candles, incense, and flowers to ganesh in the evenings.  (The small evergreen trees surrounding ganesh are Norfolk Island pines, the kind of tree that my family used as a Christmas tree when I was a kid.)
This ganesh shrine sits in front of our guest house (at the Sharnga guest house compound in the ‘green belt’ of the Auroville community).  The workers here offer candles, incense, and flowers to ganesh in the evenings.  (The small evergreen trees surrounding ganesh are Norfolk Island pines, the kind of tree that my family used as a Christmas tree when I was a kid.)
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Jecca sez: Hey look! I’m doing actual work! In a real archive!
Jecca sez: Hey look! I’m doing actual work! In a real archive!
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We arrived in Auroville, the utopian community 6km north of the southern Indian city of Pondicherry (a former French colony).  Auroville was founded in 1968 by an international collective, heavy on the French (‘68 - a year of aspirations for revolutionary utopias), and following the philosophies of Sri Aurobindo and “the Mother.”  This picture is of the Matrimandhir (or “sun sphere” as we call it - Simpsons reference).  Jecca is sitting on a bench in front of the community’s town hall, contemplating the utopianish aspects of the futuristic architecture.
We arrived in Auroville, the utopian community 6km north of the southern Indian city of Pondicherry (a former French colony).  Auroville was founded in 1968 by an international collective, heavy on the French (‘68 - a year of aspirations for revolutionary utopias), and following the philosophies of Sri Aurobindo and “the Mother.”  This picture is of the Matrimandhir (or “sun sphere” as we call it - Simpsons reference).  Jecca is sitting on a bench in front of the community’s town hall, contemplating the utopianish aspects of the futuristic architecture.
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All trucks in India have these colorful icons and sayings painted on their backs and fronts.  This one was unusually political - “one family, one child.”
All trucks in India have these colorful icons and sayings painted on their backs and fronts.  This one was unusually political - “one family, one child.”
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As we were running to catch our train from Bangalore to Chennai, we ran into this group of hundreds of communist women at the train station.  They seemed to be in town for a rally.  We liked their red saris - Marxist fashion.  We would have hung out with them and asked what they were agitating for, but our train was literally leaving the station as we jumped onto it.
As we were running to catch our train from Bangalore to Chennai, we ran into this group of hundreds of communist women at the train station.  They seemed to be in town for a rally.  We liked their red saris - Marxist fashion.  We would have hung out with them and asked what they were agitating for, but our train was literally leaving the station as we jumped onto it.
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Special Economic Zones in India

I am beginning to research a sideproject on what seems to be one of the most crucial issues for left politics in India: Special Economic Zones (SEZs) - formerly called Export Processing Zones - which are geographical regions established with reduced economic regulations (including lower labor, health, and environmental standards and reduced taxes), intended to entice foreign companies to invest capital in new factories within these zones. SEZs were first created in China (with the famous example of Shenzhen) and have since been established in Brazil, India, Iran, Jordan, Kazakhstan, Pakistan, the Philippines, Poland, Russia, and Ukraine (see this Wikipedia article for more info). SEZs seem to be a form of neo-colonialism; rather than colonizing nations taking over an entire country, now there is a kind of internal colonization where the multi-national corporations use their connections with the ruling elites in the big urban areas to secure the authority to exploit labor in territories (SEZs) within the poorer areas (some rural, some closer to cities, but always taking land away from poor, disempowered people). For a very good analysis of SEZs in India, see this article by Jason Fults. He covers them up to a year ago, drawing on many articles in the excellent Indian environmental journal, Down to Earth. I’m going to try to pick up where he left off by reading and writing on what has been happening with SEZs over the past year up to now. I’m guessing that the situation has only gotten worse, as I read of two major protests against SEZs in the past few weeks: first, “thousands of farmers from 22 villages in Pen taluka of Maharashtra’s Raigad district blocked the national highway from Mumbai to Goa on June 17 to protest the upcoming MahaMumbai” SEZ (this protest was organized by The Peasants and Workers Party), and second, just yesterday, over 1500 workers (organized by the Communist Party of India) staged a demonstration in Hosur against an SEZ and they got arrested. (To be continued…)
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Finally, we made it to Bangalore - and our Western mecca: Pizza Hut!  The “American style deep dish” satisfied my craving for non-spicy food, and the service was impeccable (almost to an annoying degree - they insisted on serving every slice for us and, afterwards, they had us fill out a complex customer satisfaction questionaire).  I had an ice tea sans ice (Jecca wisely refuses to let me tempt my fate with the water here).  To cap off our American-in-Bangalore day, we shopped at the Lush store in the mall and watched Will Smith in Hancock at the theater (for refreshments we had popcorn, curry puffs, and an aloo tikka burger - the latter bought during intermission, which apparently all movies have in India).
Finally, we made it to Bangalore - and our Western mecca: Pizza Hut!  The “American style deep dish” satisfied my craving for non-spicy food, and the service was impeccable (almost to an annoying degree - they insisted on serving every slice for us and, afterwards, they had us fill out a complex customer satisfaction questionaire).  I had an ice tea sans ice (Jecca wisely refuses to let me tempt my fate with the water here).  To cap off our American-in-Bangalore day, we shopped at the Lush store in the mall and watched Will Smith in Hancock at the theater (for refreshments we had popcorn, curry puffs, and an aloo tikka burger - the latter bought during intermission, which apparently all movies have in India).