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                    <title>TIGblogs - siddiqua's TIGBlog</title> 
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                    <description>What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe?</description> 
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                    <title>Guests from the Himalayas</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/1346123</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[This afternoon my sister spotted two grey Wagtails just outside our home. They come from Kashmir, Ladakh, Gilgit-baluchistan and surrounding parts to spend the winter here.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 06:36:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Verse</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/1180319</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[As salt resolved in the ocean<br />
I was swallowed in God's sea,<br />
Past faith, past unbelieving,<br />
Past doubt, past certainty.<br />
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Suddenly in my bosom<br />
A star shone clear and bright;<br />
All the suns of heaven<br />
Vanished in that star's light.<br />
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- Jalal ud din Rumi.<br />
(Translated by AJ Arberry)<br />
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					<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 13:53:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Cannot Do Addition</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/1038669</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Both Jayamma and Anita know very basic maths or, probably none at all. They are unable to add larger sums, or unable to subtract. Forget division or multiplication. What do they do when they buy something and receive back the change ? Nothing. They just hope the change is right and pretend to be clever.<br />
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That's an essential skill - to learn to count and do sums.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:54:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Managing Money</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/1038665</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Jayamma invested some money into buying LPG (gas) to use for cooking and heating water for her bath. She was initially excited, but now after four months, she stopped using gas for cooking and went back to using firewood. She just mismanaged her earnings and isn't sure what to do now.<br />
<br />
Maybe women should be taught how to manage money.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:50:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>mamma pigs</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/897349</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[its so soothing the soft grunts they make when communicating with their litte piglets and calling them. i wish i even could go and join them,..hehehe.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 13:03:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>A Lemon</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/891657</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[I could never get enough of lemons and oranges, and limes..<br />
<br />
--<br />
Out of lemon flowers<br />
loosed<br />
on the moonlight, love's<br />
lashed and insatiable<br />
essences,<br />
sodden with fragrance,<br />
the lemon tree's yellow<br />
emerges,<br />
the lemons<br />
move down<br />
from the tree's planetarium<br />
-P.Neruda.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 16:10:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>A Day</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/891653</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[can be so long...]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 16:06:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Seymour Hersh</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/774373</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Vietnam, My Lai massacre, journalist]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 01:26:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>My photo crazy gardener</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/747163</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[One day we found a man peeping over our low compound wall pointedly looking towards our garden. We asked him what he wanted and he said he could turn my sister's precious weed garden into something beautiful and if his services were required he would a call away. It didn't matter that the number on the card wasn't his; the card belonged to a landscape artist. We decided to hire him for a day and from that day Hanumantappa, who lives in Yargunti village became our part-time gardener. Maybe people's professions become their looks because Hanumantappa looks like a sort of vegetable - a cute kind of vegetable. One day my brother called home and H'appa was so excited just to hear about him and we told him that we would take his picture and post it to my brother. The first time we took a video and photo, he was simply thrilled. And the next day he again wanted his picture taken. Whenever he comes home he poses, near the flowers pretending to smell them, or near the tree, or with one hand in the air holding his scythe or once he even posed near the car with his hand holding his towel and pretending to clean the glass. Now we are going to print out a few photos and give it to him.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 01:34:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Articles made from Meteiorite clay in the NE</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/743947</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Yesterday my dad bought a cooking pan and from the moment I laid my eyes on it I knew it was something different. I've never heard of this kind of craft anywhere else. In some Northeast region of India, I think he mentioned Meghalaya, artisans powder a the meteiorite rock and mix it with water to make a hard clay which is then used to fashion articles like cooking utensils or other things. This is fascinating. Its supposed to be naturally nonstick.<br />
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I don't think there's any country in the world like India.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 02:38:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>No More Tur Dal</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/743215</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[This afternoon while returning home Neelamma showed us a  tiny package which contanied tur dal. She was shocked at how expensive it had become. The alarming price rise of tur dal has made it so difficult for most people to consume it. The reasons are said to be low production and hoarding by traders. Maybe there should be a safety-net type system where incentives are given for the production of lentils that comprise the staple diet of so many people. <br />
There haven't been sufficient rains either. I wonder what will happen. My mother thinks it could lead to a famine. She narrated of a severe famine many years ago which lasted for two or three years, and where anyone who could would contribute bags of rice to the convent for distribution to the hungry.<br />
I hope thigns don't turn so bad.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 14:15:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>L'Aquila Initiative</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/738297</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[One of the proposals of the recently concluded G8 summit in Italy is the l'Aquila Initiative which aims to reduce world hunger, especially after last year's terrible hunger wave in many countries. The proposals include boosting agriculture using genetic engineering, liberalisation of agriculture, etc.<br />
<br />
The problem is that over the past decades, genetic engineering hasn't contributed to increased food production. But it is mired in all kinds of <br />
controversy. Moreover, free trade, agricultural subsidies by rich nations and free trade that has flooded markets of poor and developing countries has only served to deepen food insecurity and increase hunger.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 06:24:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>being grateful for food</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/738187</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[i feel its important to be grateful not just to god, but also to the animal whose meat you eat, the plants whose grains you consume.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 02:22:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>stranger to the world</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/716689</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA['King of Pop' Michael Jackson dies<br />
June 25, 2009 <br />
LOS ANGELES -- Michael Jackson, the sensationally gifted child star who rose to become the "King of Pop" and the biggest celebrity in the world , died Thursday. He was 50.<br />
<br />
i'm feeling really sad because i LOVED his music. i listened to his music since i was a kid. i think the media was ruthless in condemning him and though he was acquitted of all charges, american society really put this singer with his childlike innocence through such a terrible time all his life. maybe his success could not be tolerated by people who wanted to squeeze out all his earnings. he was a phenomenon. he was a fantastic dancer. no singer and entertainer in the world has had such a phenomenal reach as MJ. i mean, you could ask little kids or grown ups in small towns and villages here and they have heard of him. they don't know where he comes from, but they know him. he was that famous. i don't think we had or ever will have another artist like him.<br />
finally he will rest in peace.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:46:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Keeping Out Rainwater</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/715359</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Since the past few months Jayamma worried about the coming monsoon because the rain water would enter her house and flood everything, and because of the rain, pigs would enter through the door and take shelter in her house, and  a lot of waste would flow in along with the rain water.<br />
<br />
Now it was hard for me to imagine how this could happen.<br />
But last week she seemed very happy because some road layers gave her a few spare bricks and a bit of cement. She said that she used those bricks to make a threshold in front of the door. So that effectively blocked out any rain water from entering (though I'm sure how she would deal with the pigs - maybe by bolting the door?). Now she's happier because her one room house floor remains dry even during the heaviest of downpours.<br />
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					<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 14:24:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Documentary on Wild Boars</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/701017</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[This is a photo of a young pig.<br />
<br />
Two days ago I saw a documentary on wild boars on Animal Planet. It was very interesting because I found the behaviour of wild boars very very similar to the Indian pigs- how boars tend to move around in isolated groups, how one female takes charge of young of other females too, how sow are agressive when protecting the young. <br />
<br />
I guess I've been observing them for too long. Last month near my home I saw a pregnant sow build a nest to give birth. It used its mouth to pull out or cut parthenium weeds and other herbs and piled them up in a safe corner. And once the piglets were born, another younger female sort of started to live with this 'family'. It wasn't a nurse, but I'm not sure why it made its appearance. Maybe as additional protection.<br />
Once when a herd of buffaloes accidentally ventured near where these very young teeny weeny piglets were huddled (because they tend to move together when they are so very young), the sow got into a vicious stance challenging the herd who backed away very quickly.<br />
<br />
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					<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:35:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>One Tree</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/701015</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA['I saw death cut down a thousand men <br />
In that tall lovely legacy of wood' - poet Clifford Dyment on seeing an old tree being cut down.<br />
<br />
An Australian pine tree grows in our home. Everyday I see so many birds perching on its tip or flitting from one branch to another. I made a note of the all the kinds of birds that have visited this tree in the past. They are -red ringed parakeets, bush chats, tailor birds, wren warblers, sometimes flower peckers, grey tits, crow pheasants, crows, a golden oriole, and a bird like an osprey. Just one tree can support so many birds, so many insects, so many microscopic life forms... Amazing! <br />
<br />
Cut down just one tree, and its like you're cutting off the oxygen supply bit by bit for these life forms.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:15:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>They manage our waste - Taking Away Pigs</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/687085</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[A few days ago, the civic authorities carried away a truck load of pigs to leave them on the outskirts of the city because of people's complaints against pigs roaming the streets. The unfounded fear of swine flu and the very minor attacks on small children were among the other causes.<br />
<br />
I don't understand the wisdom behind transporting all the pigs to the outskirts of the city.<br />
For one, there never was a case of confirmed swine flu.<br />
Second, pigs aren't a nuisance, and every animal has a right to self-defence. Little children throw stones at pigs, and most of the time, pigs run away but sometimes they defend themselves. You can't expect such an intelligent animal to not react when you attack it.<br />
<br />
Our cities don't have any form of waste management. All the garbage ends up in landfills and the anaerobic conditions created in a landfill make it very hard for bacteria to decompose any waste. Bacterial degradation is eitherway a very slow process. Most often garbage is overflowing from bins and strewn on the roads in big cities where it rots and the stench is unbearable.<br />
I don't think people appreciate the role pigs play in waste management. They consume almost everything, from big bones that dogs can hardly chew, to rotting fruit, to human excreta. They're really responsible for keeping much of this city clean. I think they help prevent many epidemics. In this country where people and children still relieve themselves on the roads, the only solution are pigs because they clean up our worst waste. They even clean up excreta from railway tracks.<br />
And yet, these gentle creatures are much maligned. Their usefulness is overlooked on account of their 'ugliness'.<br />
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                    <title>The Baobab Tree</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/679683</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[<span>The Baobab tree is a native of the African continent. It grows in a small town called Savanur, not far from here. I read about the baobab tree in Africa and how its fruit is soon going to be exported to Europe and the US as a health food. This is the article :</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><h1>What Will Happen When the Baobab Goes Global? </h1><nyt_byline type=" " version="1.0"><div>By DAWN STARIN</div></nyt_byline> <div>Published: May 25, 2009 </div> <div><nyt_text><p>IT’s known as the baobab in English, sito in Mandinka, gwi in Wolof and  Adansonia digitata in botanical circles. Sometimes it’s called the upside-down  tree, because its weirdly shaped branches resemble roots. It was made famous in  the West by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s fable “The Little Prince.” </p><div><div><div><br /><a href="javascript:pop_me_up2('http://www.nytimes.com/imagepages/2009/05/26/opinion/26oped.ready.html', '26oped_ready', 'width=670,height=600,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')"><img height="260" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/05/26/opinion/26oped190v.jpg" width="190" border="0" /> </a> <div>Guido Scarabottolo</div> <p></p></div></div></div><a name="secondParagraph"></a><p>In Africa, the baobab tree is steeped in mystique and surrounded by  superstition. Many people believe that its spirit protects the community around  it, and its tangible properties certainly nourish those who live near it. Parts  of the tree are used to make rope and fishing line; to feed goats, sheep and  cows; and to provide shelter, food and medicine. </p><p>While living in Gambia I saw parts of the baobab used to treat everything  from malarial fever, infertility and asthma to headaches and toothaches. I have  no idea if and how these local remedies worked, but all of a sudden the rest of  the world — Western health food companies included — is catching on. There’s a  growing belief that the baobab may be the world’s newest super food.</p><p>The tree’s white, powdery fruit is rich in antioxidants, potassium and  phosphorus, and has six times as much vitamin C as oranges and twice as much  calcium as milk. The leaves are an excellent source of iron, potassium,  magnesium, manganese, molybdenum and phosphorus, and the seeds are packed with  protein. </p><p>The baobab was approved for European markets last year, and the Food and Drug  Administration is expected to follow suit soon. The fruit’s dry pulp will be  sold as an ingredient in smoothies and cereal bars. Already, a small jar of  African baobab jam made in England sells for around $11. According to the  Natural Resources Institute in Britain, an international baobab industry could  bring in about $1 billion a year and provide jobs for 2.5 million African  families. On paper this sounds great, but there’s another side to the picture.  </p><p>The baobab has never been a plantation tree; it grows wild in arid regions.  (It can also be found in Australia, but it thrives in few other places outside  Africa.) Presently people harvest only what they need and maybe a bit more to  sell at local markets. If it becomes an international commodity, the baobab  probably would need to be planted as a crop, even though arable soil is limited.  The open land where local people now freely harvest wild baobab could be  developed by agribusinesses into plantations, or else precious forests or  farmland used to grow everyday staple crops could be turned over to the baobab  export industry. </p><p>Although local people would probably find jobs on such farms, their ability  to harvest or purchase the baobab themselves would be limited. They wouldn’t be  able to pay as much as London dealers could. This means that some Africans could  lose a source of household wealth, an important part of their diet and an  essential pharmaceutical resource. </p><p>These possibilities — not to mention the threat of corruption, poor wages and  genetic modification leading to a loss of the tree’s biodiversity — are not  random predictions. Africa is no stranger to the overexploitation of its natural  resources. But the solution isn’t necessarily to cut the baobab off from  international markets. Regulations could be put in place to protect the tree,  its environment and the people who depend on it — and still allow for profitable  production. </p><p>The coffee trade provides a model. It’s clear that many consumers are willing  to pay more for fairly traded coffee — which costs enough to provide the growers  a decent wage for their labor. This bottom-up pricing should be applied to the  baobab market, even if it means European health nuts have to pay a lot for their  smoothies. </p><p>The baobab’s new popularity is exciting, but the European Union, the United  States and African exporters should decide on regulations before the baobab is  rushed to European and North American markets. </p><p>In Saint-Exupéry’s story, the planet the Little Prince lives on is too small  to support the baobab. This is hardly our situation, but the Little Prince still  has some useful advice for us: Taking care of your planet, he says, “is very  tedious work, but very easy.”</p><nyt_author_id><div><p><span>Dawn Starin is an anthropologist.</span></p></div></nyt_author_id><nyt_update_bottom></nyt_update_bottom></nyt_text></div></span></div><div>via blogger<img width='1' height='1' src='http://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626277821998455-1724920759873823273?l=kalburgi-c.blogspot.com'/></div>]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 01:05:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>my vote, indelible ink</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[on may 30, i travelled for four hours to vote. for some time, while i was inside the polling booth, the EVM in front of me, i mulled over the choices i had before me. i knew i didn't want choose the two major political parties - the congress and the bjp. after a few minutes i pressed the button and i felt happy that i had the right to vote, the right to choose, to know that we don't live under military rule or under a dictatorship, even though a majority of our politicians aren't clean. i think voting should be made compulsory.<br />
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                    <title>Amusing Incidents during the Indian Elections</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/642451</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[This could happen only in India. A professor who was caught having an affair with his student , more than half his age, is now contesting from his area and calls his party, 'prem party' (ie. love party), and the symbol for his party is a heart. His election promise - building a park for lovers in the city. Then there is a magician employed by a party in Kerala who tries to hypnotise people into voting for that party, provided ofcourse that they agree to be hypnotised in the first place. And as usual, though its illegal, parties supply liquor to villagers in the hope of winning their votes. But politicians never seem to learn that villagers consume the alcohol supplied by all parties and in the end vote for who they like, or don't vote at all. This won't stop them from trying though.<br />
Ever since the Iraqi journalist threw his shoes at GW Bush, seems like everyone wants to try their luck hurling shooes and sandals at politicians. There's an effigy in a village in UP propped up for the villagers to hone this skill. I wonder which Indian politician will be the next target after Chidu,Advani,Jindal... <br />
Well, whatever the outcome of the elections, I can't help but marvel at how things are organized. So many regions, so many languages, so many people, so many officers, so many parties, so many candidates...<br />
Some interesting facts I found about the elections -<br />
no country in the world has polling stations located at altitudes of ~13,000feet.<br />
Polling booths are accessible in Lakshadweep only by boat.<br />
Its mind-boggling, this organization in this chaos. That elections take place in India more or less smoothly is incredible, and if this is not amazing, then I don't know what is.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 13:24:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Earth Hour doesn't help in any way .</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[I don't see what difference swtiching off lights for an hour would do to save the planet. Earth Hour isn't a very good idea. It may make people aware that we are doing "something wrong" when it comes to the environment, but it really doesn't help. It may make some people guilty that they aren't doing their bit. But,what difference will switching off lights for an hour each year make ? Won't people still be burning candles ?.. Think about it. Candles still release pollution. So what's the point. <br />
We should go back to what we were taught in school - to turn off electricity using appliances and lights when not in use. Why have a light burning in the next room when no one's there. The more important thing is to make people realize that light pollution is a serious issue. Birds confuse bright city/building/skyscraper lights for the sun's light and many die in flight because they crash into buildings. So maybe we could have rules to dim the lights on all commercial buildings after a certain period of time after sunset. Light pollution also makes it difficult to spot stars in the night sky as well as creating sleeping problems in human beings. The concept of Earth Hour is well-meaning, but its impractical.<br />
A little common sense instead of this overzealous enthusiasm would be better.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 14:27:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Tribal Woman (halakki Vokkaliga) in Kumta</title> 
                    <link>http://sidsayed.tigblog.org/post/593217</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WftXEvlFezk/SZglKvsgWiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YwYxGAwmcEY/s1600-h/kumta_art.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WftXEvlFezk/SZglKvsgWiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YwYxGAwmcEY/s320/kumta_art.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I spotted this tribal woman selling brinjals. They're called Halakki Vokkaligas. The first time I came across these tribal women was when I was nine years old. They were at the Sunday market in Karwar, selling odd dried stuff ( I don't remember what) I remember though one woman measuring a spice called triphal, commonly used in fish curry in a cylindrical measuring glass. Its very common to see these tribal women in this region (north canara). </div><div>via blogger</div><br />
They're called Halakki Vokkaligas. http://karwar-daily-pic.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-burden.html]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 09:02:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Tribal Woman in Kumta</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WftXEvlFezk/SZglKvsgWiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YwYxGAwmcEY/s1600-h/kumta_art.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WftXEvlFezk/SZglKvsgWiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YwYxGAwmcEY/s320/kumta_art.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I spotted this tribal woman selling brinjals. The first time I came across these tribal women was when I was nine years old. They were at the Sunday market in Karwar, selling odd dried stuff ( I don't remember what) I remember though one woman measuring a spice called triphal, commonly used in fish curry in a cylindrical measuring glass. Its very common to see these tribal women in this region (north canara). </div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p>They're called Halakki Vokkaligas.  <a href="http://karwar-daily-pic.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-burden.html" target="_blank">http://karwar-daily-pic.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-burden.html</a></p><div>via blogger<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626277821998455-2760726357321247964?l=kalburgi-c.blogspot.com'/></div>]]></description> 
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                    <title>Chinese buying fish on Arabian Sea coast.</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[Yesterday, at the fish market in Karwar, a lot of people were unhappy with the state of affairs concerning the non-availability of shellfish. There was a sense of shock and despair because shellfish were either too expensive or, more likely, not available at all. On enquiring further, I got to know that all of the shellfish is being bought by Chinese for four to five times the price that local <br />
customers would pay from fishermen, making it unaffordable. Some people here grudgingly say that the Chinese have such an appetite for fish and each person eats so much that it seems unlikely the Karwari would ever be able to eat fish at all in the coming years. <br />
Well, I spotted a couple of Chinese on one of the roads leading to the beach. <br />
Many years ago,deep sea trawlers that supplied fish to other countries had made life miserable for the fishermen here, who hardly had a catch and couldn't even afford mackerel, which was the cheapest fish in the market.]]></description> 
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