Saturday, June 24, 2017

fms june 2017

They are really dodging implementing the new minimum wage scale.

What are they saying?

(Some 15-20 people had gathered)

They say there's a stay from the courts.

It's always like this. They always start with a lie. Then they will say, we'll do it when everyone else does it. Then they'll say they are going to have to close the factory and relocate to where the minimum is lower.

My suggestion is that the scale should be made the same across the capital region. Then the poor fellows won't have to dance about relocating so much.

(Some 30-35 people had gathered)

I say, let us all take a three day holiday.

Say again.

A break. Feast, roam, gather, meet. Take a walk on the streets with your family. And when night falls, play drums, sing, dance. Do this, and you'll have the new scale in three days.

(Sounds of laughter and agreement filled the slowly growing gathering)

What an amazing scenario. 500,000 of us, with our families, shutting the industrial area down for a holiday, celebrating and enjoying ourselves.

That's bound to frighten the management.

This does happen now and then, but with 500,000 families, you've changed the playing field.

Millions awake at night, in song and dance.

Fantastic!

(The gathering grew)

It's not like last time companies implemented the new grade on their own.

In our block, we stopped work in five factories, and only then was it implemented.

This happened in many factories.

Listen, I've been working for thirty years. Nothing is given to you; everything has to be taken. Let's talk about how.

Let me recount something.

Really? From how long ago?

Not from that long ago, sister. Just two years ago. 2015. You all probably remember. The month was February. Woollens had given way to lighter clothes. Faces were shining. Spring was in the air.

Are you recounting or imagining?

Both, my friend. A little memory, a little fable. The milieu was radiant. In the beginning, it was five hours long. What energy! Managers and directors fled from factories. Security and police stayed distracted by the spring air.

We remember. That is the milieu we grew up in. The aggression of managers and supervisors receded. We'd just entered the life of work, and were told these moments are special.

My young friend, prepare. These milieus are made. They also break. And they have to be made again. And then again.

Do pay attention to what I am saying -- production targets and intensity are continuously raised. That's management. No one exploits oneself wilfully. No one uses ones own intelligence for heightening self-exploitation. So the aggressive language. And so the milieu has to be made and remade.

(The gathering, by now of 50-60, brewed with excitement and thoughtfulness)

I'm going to take this conversation to the night bus.

Night bus! What bus do you take?

We all take different buses. Different routes, and different groups. But conversations, songs, stories, debates zigzag and thread through all routes. And these days, because temporary drivers and conductors are on strike, the group in our bus has become quite large. It's major fun.

Standing here I see how a conversation struck between three people can, in a tiny span, catch and spread to 10-15, to 30-40, to 50-60, to hundreds and thousands, to lakhs.

And every story teller, every narrator, every portraitist, every doubter, every opponent, every dissident, and every poet leaves her imprint, thickens, speeds up, slows down, spins, turns, gives new energy to the plot and the scenario. Now that's what I call a milieu.

In moments like this, like this present occasion, we catch a glimpse of such milieus, sense the breath of others, and see poets in every one of us.

There are many poets amongst us.

Faridabad Majdoor Samachar (Faridabad Workers’ News)
Issue # 348
June 2017

Page 1: There are many poets amongst us
Page 2: Many thoughts amidst conversations in and with transient groups
Page 3: In Myanmar; Commoning; Not to become targets
Page 4: Night bus; Experiences from MESL

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fms May 2017

"You look rested. No duty?"

"Hello. I had a wonderful meal of millet khichuri with prawn pickle. So decided to go off duty."

"You take an off so easily? You face no hassles?"

"Production is somewhat down these days. A storm is brewing. So I'm storing up some energy."

"Sarita, isn't this what you were also saying?"

"I was explaining to you that work is down in our place. And there's a saying, when you catch a slide, build up for unemployed times."

"Ha!Ha! I've been out of work for three months now. So there are no hurdles to speech. I'm listening a lot. Am reading a lot too."

"Ha! You talk like being unemployed is a freedom."

"I'm not making it out to be freedom. I'm practicing freedom. Freedom is also a game. The more you practice it, the better it expresses itself. You too are always practicing its ways."

"In China, I've heard, young workers write poems on mobile phones and send them to each other. These poems play out all facets of living."

"To snatch time and write songs, in joy and stubbornness, is a revolt."

"A few weeks back a newspaper carried a portrait of a young worker who took out an hour everyday to write poetry. The worker was quoted as saying that in his poetry he is trying to investigate and understand the import of the word 'equality'."

"This is revolt."

"Whenever it seems that production has come to a sudden halt, it is usually, actually, a swell of the hum between us -- of 1200 to 1500 people. There are words, there is a rhythm, and a feeling runs through us, but it is inaudible. Not heard. But you sway to it. It can only be lived."

"Have been to many places
Have drunk water in many places
It has been hard on my belly
But have learned to be carefree
With strangers."

"Time shortens
at times
Maybe we have to make new time
Friends, together
we take a holiday
to bring the horizon close."

"Let me tell you a story about drawing in the horizon. I've been running into this one good fellow repeatedly over the last five days at the teashop. The first day he was full of invectives, exclamations, and deep sighs about life! The next day, he and his 120 co-workers had stopped work, and he said with a wry smile, 'Life sucks'. Then on the third day, workers in two more factories of the same company stopped work."

"And then? Now what did he say then?"

"We met. He said, 'It's a hot day. Let me treat you to a good cup of tea.' And then, sipping his tea, he said, 'Do you sense our heft now?'"

"Three days, big fluctuations. Whenever we meet others, it's amidst intersecting arcs of the fluctuations of many."

"Poetry and song strike at the intervals between these intersections. They are stitches in the ascending and descending notes of these fluctuations."

"How is your good fellow amidst so many with such ease?"

"Tell me. I've been out of work for three months. I'm inside poetry now. I have time to listen. Don't hesitate. Tell me all your tales and hows."

"Tales, hows, and poetry. Three words with a lot of heft. The fluctuations, collisions, and entwined solos of these three runs through us, and it transforms the scent of the milieu."

"Far from where I was born,
and with whom I grew up
Making new
relations and friends
My arms open."

Faridabad Majdoor Samachar (Faridabad Workers’ News)
Issue # 347
May 2017

Page 1: Tales, Hows, and Poetry
Page 2: Conversations in and with thousands in transient groups
Page 3: Commoning; Not to become Targets; 1st of May
Page 4: Many Thoughts, in conversation with Many

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Sunday, April 9, 2017

fms April 2017

“Sunshine Uncle, you seem very tired today.”

“Heat, brother, it’s the summer heat. And, also, got a big download of laments!”

“Okay then, get our wages increased.”

“What!? Strength is yours, and you’re asking me?”

“If we speak, it rises to insurrection.”

“And when did you start fearing that?”

“Aaah ha. What did you surmise? We fear? Fear is travelling across. It has even reached journalists. They speak in fear.”

“You speak in riddles.”

“If I speak, you will shiver!”

“Come on, winters are over!”

“True. As I was saying to my friends here, we do all the actions, and in reaction we hear lots and lots of speeches. The deluge of words quickly slides into how weak, how helpless we are. And so I say, when we speak, it brings shivers, because when we speak we, once again, do not look helpless.”

“Sunshine Uncle, let me tell you something that happened yesterday. One of our friends went to the HR manager to get an explication of his salary slip. Working with his cruel intelligence Mr. HR took our friend to the contractor to get him terminated. It was tea time. Our friend phoned us. Word spread. Work stopped. All went to HR. He got rattled. The next shift was made aware. This will go on for some days.”

“These collisions are ever-time.”

“Ha ha overtime vs. ever-time?”

“True. An incremental circling of a coming storm, an unpredictable, unbounded, shifting force. We hear these days that research says small micro-events are connected and bring about massive shifts that engulf all.”

“For sure. Engulf it will. The question then is, how to face this with radiance and confidence.”

“Your words are elegant. But I’m afraid I don’t get them fully.”

“Okay Sunshine Uncle, let me try. A few days back a robot hit a worker on his head. Not only did he end up with a one inch deep gash, he also lost his job. This factory has about 100 robots. We tire out. We need rest. We ask question of values. We argue over explanations. They keep working.”

“So you’re saying we come with hassles and robot with none. Is that what managements like?”

“We too are attracted to them, but this allure has not found a description between us. At the moment it is clouded with fear and doubt. I think that, in our time, robots may displace the work-dependent meaning we give to life.”

“Yes, it is being said that we are in an interval of a rapid disappearance of work. And what you are saying is that in this interval it is of immense significance what radiant thoughts, actions, and questions will emerge.”

“Over the last many years this radiance emerges and shines, then hibernates in subterranean flows.”

“Those who get scared of this radiance deny it ever happened.”

“Sunshine Uncle, do you get it? When we’re called helpless, it comes from fear. A fear of radiance.”


Faridabad Majdoor Samachar (Faridabad Workers’ News)
Issue # 346
April 2017

Page 1: “A Fear of Radiance”
Page 2: Conversations In, And With, Many Transient Groups
Page 3: Commoning
Page 4: The Hollowness of Punishment; Fear Strikes Manesar

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fms March 2017

“Of late, the management de-activates sensor to increase production.”

“That’s a horrible attitude.”

“Sensors reduced the injuring and chopping off of hands in power presses. Machines would stop. But sensors are removed to jack up production, and once more there is an increase in injuries.”

“Such cruel intelligence is widespread. It’s a blow to life.”

“True. Tears and laments are perhaps an expression of encounters with cruel intelligence, but delay an understanding of the operation of this cruel intelligence.”

“Listening to you all I feel that we encounter this specific form of intelligence everyday, but personify it in our conversations, quickly forgetting what we started to think on, encircling ourselves with summary denunciations of this or that personality.”

“What do you mean, ‘personified forms’?”

“Nothing complex. Statements like, this manager is bad, that supervisor is mean, that general manager is crude — and one can keep adding adjectives and positions.”

“These laments are common. A counterforce to life-force.”

“I feel that every instance of cruel intelligence stuns us. It cuts into the equality that we live by — equality of life, of intelligence, of compassion, of joy, and of the capacity to create.”

“From what you are saying, or what I can make of it, it seems that the laments of daily life are a visible layer of the rumbling subterranean.”

“True. Often, the proximity of a lament makes us become lost in it.”

“Below the surface is the collision of intelligence.”

“We sense this collision. Whenever we are in conversation with each other, we advise each other on how to disable this cruel intelligence.”

“How?”

“Whenever — by ourselves or with another — we go into despair of cruel intelligence, we get exhausted battling with its personified form. But when in groups of 5 or 6, or 7 or 8, however and wherever they may get formed, our discussions cast personified forms aside, and we start thinking, sharing, advising on how to restrain, de-activate, in-operationalise this form of intelligence.”

“Now that you put it this way, I see this conversation is active, it is all around.”

“But sister, how do we remember these conversations? Agreed, these conversations, these collisions of intelligence, are all around, and there is a churning, but they are also momentary, transient, and multiple, and they fade rapidly.”

“Hmm, so you are now asking me for methods to remember? What I have come to understand is that it is best not to entangle ourselves in methods of remembering. It is when the frequency, intensity, duration, and presence of these conversations multiply and thicken, that they transmit and travel.”

“And then just as they travel from here to there, they will travel back from there to here too. The joy of this travel and momentum sheds the weight of cruel intelligence.”

“And we revel in our childhood enigma of where our body ends and the world begins.”

“Fantastic.”

Faridabad Majdoor Samachar (Faridabad Workers’ News)
Issue # 345
March 2017

Page 1: From Here to There, From There to Here.
Page 2: Father-Daughter Conversation; Commoning.
Page 3: Excerpts of Conversations in Transient Groups on the Roadside, in Okhla, Gurgaon, Manesar.
Page 4: Excerpts of Conversations in Transient Groups on the Roadside, in Udyog Vihar.

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fms February 2017

“Fantastic. From audacity to audacity, we lift each other. Spread.”

“It’s time for a festival of audacity. A reader reminded me about an aphorism of Tathagata. A disciple asked Tathagata, ‘Which is the most auspicious day for festivities?’ Tathagata replied with his renowned gentleness, ‘A day before your death.’ Bewildered, the disciple asked, ‘How do we know the day of our death? It has no date, no certainty.’ Tathagata smiled, ‘So, then celebrate and be festive each day.’

“Fantastic. If festivity is our starting line, many assumptions will crumble.”

“Which assumptions?”

“Fantastic! Like job-job-job gives meaning to life. Like, get pulped and ground today to enjoy the breeze from a skyscraper later.”

“The sense life as festivities rolls about in my head. I’m amazed by the variations and differences I see all around.”

“Amazing. Have you seen the beaks of birds? The nectar feeding are different from the fruit eating, which are different from surface skimming, which are different from scything, and those from different from chiseling, which are different from dip netting, which are different from probing, which are different from filter feeding.”

“True. Amazing. My uncle and his friends say that when they went with their inner factory conflicts to other factory workers by standing in street corners for hours, daily, for months, with placards, they sensed an intense diversity and variation in people around them.”

“Fantastic, my friend! But a question. How come we lose this sense of a million variations, and, worse still, become fearful of them?”

“No, it’s even worse! We lock it away. Sometimes words give us a frame, and we get locked inside it. Like us ‘tenants’ in Kapashera. So many of us are tenants. And yet, the word doesn’t bring any closeness between us.”

“Fantastic! But inside the factory, we are in a remarkable closeness. Then again, between factories this closeness weakens. This is my biggest bafflement.”

“My uncle tells me that our generation keeps moving between factories, so we will find a way. He says his generation failed to address this question adequately. But now we need to address it in our own way.”

“Fantastic.”

Faridabad Majdoor Samachar (Faridabad Workers’ News)
Issue # 344
February 2017

Page 1: Daily Festivities Are the Way
Page 2: Crookedness & Crookedness; Weakening Companies
Page 3: It Does happen, with Togetherness; Commoning; A Letter
Page 4: Everyone Speaks - Through a Thousand Forms of Speech.

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