LauraGalore - The Bangalore Chronicles

On being Antipodean.

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"I entirely abandoned the study of letter. Resolving to seek no knowledge other than that which could be found in myself or else in the great book of the world, I spent the rest of my youth traveling, visiting courts and armies, mixing with people of diverse temperaments and ranks, gathering various experiences, testing myself in the situations which fortune offered me, and at all times reflecting upon whatever came my way so as to derive some profit from it." (Descartes, Discourse on the Method of Rightly Conducting One's Reason and Seeking the Truth in the Sciences)

Friday, April 21, 2006

Number 8, Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant

a face as easily hurt
by laughter or light

'We think differently at night'
she told me once
lying back languidly

And she would quote Cocteau

'I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say
'whom I am constantly shocking'

Then she would smile and look away
light a cigarette for me

sigh and rise

and stretch
her sweet anatomy

let fall a stocking

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

"Eve-Teasing," or "Agressive Public Sexual Harassment."

Street sexual harassment is a massive social problem in India. But only a few are doing something about it.

Despite its disgusting nature and pervasive habit among men, its considered by men AND women largely taboo to discuss. To help this issue stay in the dark, its was even given a unobstusive name to evoke pleasant and Mother-Goose like feelings: Eve Teasing.

Finally, a few women in Bangalore have decided to speak out. An local twentysomething artist is working to publicize the issue- no matter how painful it may be for society's hypocritical ruling class of men or for the women who were victimized to openly face the issue.

No one likes to talk about the real extent sexual harassment has infected Indian society. It's never easy facing your own deep-rooted ugliness. But its no excuse to shirk responsibility for the vicious and nasty treatment society allows innocent women to be subjected to.

Blank Noise Project is a movement in Bangalore, Mumbai, and Dehli to end street sexual harassment. Visit the site, read these women's stories.

An example from Blank Noise:

"....And another girl, barely 17 years old. She is buying bangles from a kerbside stall when a hand snakes up and grabs one breast, twisting it brutally, in full view of about a hundred onlookers. Seconds pass, frozen, endless, agonizing. The crowd titters. No one comes forward to help as the girl struggles to escape, trembling with rage and humiliation. Then he vanishes, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her dignity.

That girl was me. Now, why on earth would I choose to publicly rake up my own, forgotten, sordid little secret? Precisely because I am vexed by the fact that it has taken me 20 years of hesitation, one marriage, two kids, and the psychological armour of respectable matronhood to do it. ..."


The Blank Noise Project also put on a demonstration in Bangalore to demand it be discussed in the open. An article which describes the event:

‘Why are you looking at me?’

Parts of the article-

"...... At Blank Noise we’re saying NO it’s NOT. It’s NOT OK to be groped, leered at, pushed, pinched, rubbed, cat-called. The project is out on the streets. Groups of volunteers ask people to define “eve teasing” (that ridiculously underplayed term we’re always using in India when what we actually mean is harassment). There are opinion poll boards they carry around at different city locales, bus stands, for instance, asking people what they would consider harassment; is it looking, staring, ogling, stalking, groping, touching….

This is often accompanied by interviews on what punishment it should merit and whether they would intervene if they saw harassment take place. These interviews give us some priceless insights into how people view harassment of women on the streets.

“Girls ask for it when they dress provocatively,” both women and men have said.

“We cannot control ourselves when we see someone dressed like that.” "

.....more.....

".....Jasmeen has been taking photographs of her eve teasers over the last two years and putting them on the Blank Noise blog along with section 354 of the Indian constitution. Photographing the eve teasers has reversed the power of the ‘perpetrator’, thus making him vulnerable to being exposed. Each photograph speaks of a unique encounter with the eve teaser; there was one where a young man insisted he only had a ‘crush on her’, that he did not mean to sexually harass her, that he was a ‘decent man’.

The fact is that eve teasing is not always street sexual bullying for the eve teaser; he is not always a perpetrator in his own eyes, its true that in some stratas of Indian society it is seen as a form of wooing. This has been further propagated by Indian mainstream cinema. The guy gets the girl by chasing her, teasing her, wooing her.

In another instance the eve teaser pleaded and begged Jasmeen to not publish his photograph. This was after molesting her in a crowded bus. He got off the bus saying, “ please don’t do this to me, I am a father of two children.”...."

Stories like this happen every day. Every women I know here- myself included- has endured some form of agressive street harassment. Its beyond appalling.

This will be a recurring theme on the blog, as I've begun to work/fight from within my company to internally change grossly patriarchal and biased beliefs about Eve Teasing. So far, there has been an unimaginable amount of resistence to admit that sexual harassment is a problem that needs to- or even can be- addressed.

I've organized countless meetings, arguing with professional, well-educated Indian men and women, that this is an unavoidable fact of living in India, and which we shouldn't ignore. Most after "strongly worded emails" to them will admit its an issue-- but only as an abtract problem that has no realistic resolution.

(I'll get to the root of these company meetings later on, as a long story accompanies the explanation of my cultural/corporate entanglements.)

I can understand feeling powerless when your country has long faced with staggering levels poverty and uncontrollable levels of air and water pollution. But sexual harassment is a direct threat faced by millions of women every day. This is a social ill which could theoretically evaporate completely overnight- if the men simply stopped.

The inaction to tackle a problem is almost as revolting as the act of grabbing a women itself.

If you didn't already read it: http://imaginingourselves.imow.org/pb/Story.aspx?id=410&lang=1&g=0 is the story on the latest Blank Noise demonstration.

And http://www.blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/ is the homepage for Blank Noise.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Photo Update

New visual renditions compiled at India's Southern Tip and over Easter in the Photoblog. www.bangalora.blogspot.com

Bear with the separate blog. My limited techie knowledge prevents the two blogs in becoming one supreme blog of untold story/photo/text amazingness. And with all the computer nerds and engineers running wild on the streets outside, you'd think I could coax at least one to help me with my little technical dilemma. Alas, my charms are lost on South Asian C++ and Java programmers.

Friday, April 14, 2006

The justification of violence

I felt only pity and disgust yesterday when bloody violence erupted through Bangalore's streets.

The all 7.5 million inhabitants were held hostage on Thursday as no one dared to venture out of their homes. Gangs of unruly, angry men stormed the pavement, stoning policemen who attemped to pacify the crowd, hijacking and torching buses, and even vandalizing downtown IT offices (Microsoft included). Aggressive riots broke out spontaneously throughout the day, as swarms of men destroyed everything in their sight.

What could be the cause of such ugliness from citizens of "the next Silicon Valley"?

It would seem that the thick, suffocating pollution coating and poisoning the throats and lungs of millions, the inefficiency of elected officials to complete innumerable delayed infrasturcture projects, or the ignored orphaned children trapped in a world of begging, could be possible reasons. It's probable and expected that citizens fight such injustices.

However, it was the death of a local Kannada film star who passed away from a heart attack at 77 years old.

Maybe my outsider status prevents me from tapping into the fanatical worship of Bollywood and film stars. Or maybe my Westernized priviledged background affords me the luxury to berate the larger social issues which plague the developing world. Either way, I would definitely relegate the death of a cinematic icon as simply a minor tragedy.


Bangalore Shuts Down, Mourning Death of South Indian Actor (Bloomberg News)

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Who likes Excel anyway?

A story made for SNL....

From http://www.leveragedsellout.com/2005/10/outsource-me.html

Outsource Me?

NEW YORK, NY – The high degree of Business Process Outsourcing (BPO) of various payroll, benefits, and computer programming positions to lower cost countries such as the Philippines, Brazil, and, of course, India has had an intense effect on America’s middle class. What analysts predict to be the next outsourcing wave, Knowledge Process Outsourcing (KPO), however, will affect even the most elite of America’s workforce. By 2010, approximately $12 billion dollars of US knowledge workers will be outsourced to India, a large portion of this figure coming from investment banking related activities (financial analysis, equity research, pitch book creation, etc.).

Already, banks such as Thomas Weisel, JP Morgan Chase, and even the coveted Goldman Sachs have begun outsourcing investment banking activities to Indian companies such as Office Tiger. The labor arbitrage play is large: students from top Indian MBA programs working for $25,000/year compared with the lofty $100-$145,000 salaries for comparable U.S. workers.

But can Indian workers really handle the extremely intense and complex work our Ivy League graduates toil over day and night in the streets of the Financial District? Could the work so advanced that analyst positions are sought after by thousands of top American students each year be such a common commodity?

“Are you kidding, yeah?” offered Lalloo, a recent graduate of prestigious IIM Ahmedabad (Indian Institute of Management), speech lathered with unfamiliar dental and guttural sounds. “This is like a joke, dyude. ‘Discounted Cash Flow,’ ‘Comps analysis,’ ‘Accretion/Dilution.’ All this so-called modeling is just glorified arithmetic. This makes call center work look like brain surgery. And the silly Americans are so impressed when we spice up our work with little tricks in VBA. They teach that the equivalent of your fourth grade over here!”

“And we don’t even touch the pitch book shit here. We outsource that to China.”

When asked his opinion on the increasing role of Indians in these more high-value processes, Lalloo became emotional.

“So, you thought we were only in the back office, huh?” he questioned rhetorically, increasingly angry. “But we are sly like the fabled mongoose! We started in the back and have crept into the front office!”

“Yeah! We’re gonna call you to fix our computers now, Jack!” chimed in an overexcited colleague, Samir.

Managing Directors do indeed seem to be pleased with their Indian workers.

“These resources are great,” commented Walid Chammah, head of Investment Banking at Morgan Stanley. “We send them an email at the end of the day and by morning it’s done! These guys must literally not sleep at all,” expounded Mr. Chammah, ignorant to the concept of time-zones. “And the best part is they don’t ask me all those obsequious questions like the analysts here: ‘So tell me about how you got to your position?’ ‘What can I do to really add value for the firm?’ Blah blah! Damn the incessant sycophants. I wish we could send all their jobs to India!”

But the lower-rung 6-train-to-Fulton-Street crowd is not as thrilled with situation. We were able to catch Brandon F. Wall, a Goldman Sachs analyst, while he gobbled steaks at Peter Luger’s with his entourage of banker buddies.

“Outsource me? Are you kidding?” scoffed Brandon, jabbing a slice of meat indignantly. “I’m not scared of no Indians. I mean, they do a decent job tailoring when my boys at Gieves & Hawkes are busy. But, I mean, I’m from Greenwich, Connecticut. Greenwich! Tell that to Mr. Patel. This is pure blood right here. Born-banker, son! Unless all the MD’s pack up and move to some obscenely affluent suburb outside of Bangalore, I don’t think there’s a problem.”

Melissa Kim, a 2nd year analyst at Bear Sterns from Iselin, New York, was a bit more intimidated.

“When I graduated Summa from Harvard in Electrical Engineering, they told me I’d really be using my ‘analytical skills,’” began Melissa. “Now, I do the same thing everyday, all the time. I realized about 3 months in that a monkey could be doing my job. Indians are probably just as smart as monkeys,” explained Melissa, skeptically.

Then, the magnitude of the situation seemed to settle in for Melissa. “But…I guess I can’t really do anything else anymore…” she stammered, inundated by reality. “I tried to help my little sister with a physics problem the other day, but I couldn’t figure out how to solve it in Excel so I had to give up. She’s in 7th grade!” she recounted, tears forming in her eyes. “I was All-State Math Team in high school, and now look at me. This is all I know! What will become of me?” sobbed Melissa, falling to her knees and breaking down into a full weep.

Melissa’s fear might not be unmerited. The increasing outsourcing of investment banking positions to India will definitely impact our upper class workforce, and graduating students will have to adapt. But how? At Princeton, Dean of Students Kathleen Deignan and Career Services Director Beverly Hamilton-Chandler seem to be stumped as of yet. They refused to give a full interview but remarked, “Maybe they could all just go into consulting…”

The future of investment banking and many other knowledge-based industries is bound for transformation. And while there might be incentive for banks to keep a few junior analysts to breed their next batch higher-ups, it seems likely that the investment banking analyst will be headed toward the fate of the American software developer…extinction.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Defining the Twentysomething

The pleasure of inventing new phrases is underrated.

Althougth it was only written in 1991, the neologisms defined in the book "Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture" are accurate even today in assessing the misguided twentysomething. Too good to keep to myself, I forwarded it to my coworkers, adding shameless references as it applies to our collective experience traversing the corporate world of IndianIT.

consensus terrorism - the process that decides in-office attitudes and behavior. [Winnie’s attempt to confront and change corporate inefficiency]

emotional ketchup burst - the bottling up of opinions and emotions inside oneself so that they explosively burst forth all at once, shocking and confusing employers and friends — most of whom thought things were fine. [Related to above definition]

expatriate solipsism - when arriving in a foreign travel destination one had hoped was undiscovered, only to find many people just like oneself; the peeved refusal to talk to said people because they have ruined one’s elitist travel fantasy. [5% of everyone. Admit it. We hate seeing other white people around campus, much less our town of Bangalore.]

mid-twenties breakdown - a period of mental collapse occuring in one’s twenties, often caused by an inability to function outside of school or structured environments coupled with a realization of one’s essential aloneness in the world.

obscurism - the practice of peppering daily life with obscure references (forgotten films, dead TV stars, unpopular books, defunct countries, etc.) as a subliminal means of showcasing both one’s education and one’s wish to disassociate from the world of mass culture. [Scott:Comics, Winnie:Macrobiotics/Indie music, Nate:Jazz, Juan:billions of languages, Pete:Any book, novel, or HR law]

native aping - pretending to be a native when visiting a foreign destination. [Pete and his wardrobe cultivated by the Indian computer programmer-cum-cosmopolitan city playboy: the super stylish Nepal F-Me jeans, plaid techie’s shirts, his mauve striped party shirt…]

poverty jet set - a group of people given to chronic traveling at the expense of long-term job stability or a permanent residence. Tend to have doomed and extremely expensive phone-call relationships with people named Serge or Ilyana. Tend to discuss frequent-flyer programs at parties. [We be pimpin all over the world!]

veal-fattening pen - small, cramped office workstations built of fabric-covered disassemblable wall partitions and inhabited by junior staff members. Named after the small preslaughter cubicles used by the cattle industry. [The disheartening truth- We spend the majority of our lives in “preslaughter” conditions. Icky.]