This story begins in a small town called Canowindra, a charming small town located in the Central West region of New South Wales, Australia. Located approximately 320 kilometers west of Sydney, the capital city of New South Wales. It is part of the Cabonne Shire, a local government area, and is known for its rural setting.
The town has a rich history, and its name is of Aboriginal
origin, possibly meaning "a home" or "camping place."
Canowindra has historical buildings and a streetscape that reflects its
heritage. The town is known for its well-preserved 19th-century architecture,
including historic buildings such as the Royal Hotel, the Canowindra Hotel, and
the Trading Post. St Edward's Catholic Church, built in 1886, is another
notable heritage structure.
The houses in the town have roofs clamped with red bricks and
slanted to fend off the occasional monsoon rains. Housing a population of only
10,000, the town has a close-knit community where most would know on first name
basis. There was a corner café, a pizzeria, a central park and a community
space hosting various kind of sports activities, enough to keep the town
buzzing, busy and benevolent.
In April every year the town bustles with foreign tourists
and renowned balloon flight operators as it hosts the annual Canowindra
International Balloon Challenge. This event attracts hot air balloon
enthusiasts from around the world. The sight of colorful balloons floating over
the town and its picturesque surroundings is a major highlight. I have fond
memories of seeing rainbow-colored balloons in the air, awestruck by the
serenity and variety of the view, but also fascinated by the science behind these
balloons. I’d get up early during the
festival days, pack my two tuna sandwiches from my mother and go to
the park to look for balloons with much amazement and awe.
My favourite part of the annual challenge was the Cabonne
Community Balloon Glow. In which, about 15-20 hot air balloons will inflate
just after sunset and then light up like giant 20-metre-high lightbulbs and
then synchronize their lights to a mix of the best music over the last 20
years. A spectacle not to be missed.
My best friend at the time named Cuddle, my teddy bear, was a
constant spectator with me for each year’s balloon challenge. Cuddle came into
my life from as long as I can remember given to me by my late grandparents.
Since then, I have brought him everywhere from trips to the neighborhood
festival even to overseas and the one I distinctly remember, the longest
journey ever to the Santa Claus Village Lapland in Finland.
It was a long 2-day journey from Canowindra to Lapland. We
first drove in our old Hyundai Tuscan SUV for about 3.5hrs to Sydney to catch
an overnight flight to Helsinki via Singapore. My dad had planned to stay
overnight in Singapore at one of his friends’ places and do a little tour of
the lion town.
Singapore was lit up brightly with Christmas lights with
crowds everywhere – an unseen sight in our small town. Orchard Road, a must-visit
lifestyle destination in the country was transformed into a festive wonderland
boasting of bright lights, enchanting decorations, endless music, and holiday
cheer galore. There was also a reality projection on the wall of the Hilton Hotel
and Christmas tunes played in the background. We took the red bus tour the next
morning, awed by the architectural marvels of the Marina Bay Sands, enjoying
rides at the Sentosa island including the thrill of the cable car and watching
polar bears in the Singapore Zoo despite the island’s tropical climate. People
thronged to watch the bear ‘Lele’ – the country’s first giant panda cub as was
soon to be separated from mother Jia Jia to be transferred to China as part of
some diplomatic love making between the countries.
Next day we boarded the SQ flight to Helsinki. I was fully prepared for the long 26-hr journey having downloaded 3 movies from my dad’s Netflix account and bought 5 packets of cup noodles– my favourite dish from Singapore. I took the window seat, put on my headphones on and stretched my legs to prepare for the journey. We reached Helsinki at 5 AM and I was deep into my sleep. My parents woke me up and we checked into the hotel. We had 2 days to kill in the city before boarding the Artic train to the Lapland.
Helsinki, the capital of Finland, is a vibrant city with a
mix of modern and historic attractions. The town boasts a UNESCO World Heritage
Site, Suomenlinna is an 18th-century sea fortress located on an archipelago. A
perfect place to explore historic walls, museums, and enjoy scenic views of the
surrounding sea. We also visited the Cathedral, located at the Senate Square
and is known for its neoclassical architecture. And finally in the evening we
went to the Market Square, located on the waterfront, a bustling market for find
fresh produce, local crafts, traditional Finnish foods, and a place to get
taste of local atmosphere.
I kept cuddle on the side of my pillow. Suddenly, I felt Cuddle had come alive– the moonlight reflecting glintingly from its forehead, eyes sparkling, and felt his eyes were blinking. I felt like the Cuddle was on the cusp of exhibiting a range of emotions, including joy, sadness, excitement, and curiosity adding an emotional depth and a human-like dimension to its character. I could feel the excitement and sensation in my senses in what lies ahead.
One day while on a stroll in the market with Cuddle in my arms, I
felt a sudden sensation on my right arm. I thought it was a spider and I cried loduly,
but only to find that it was a look-alike of Cuddle. Exactly same hair, skin
color, eyes, and ears. Although I had read in one of the wimpy kid diaries that
every human has upto seven look alike in the world on planet Earth, but I
didn’t imagine that would be the case with bears.
I picked up the other bear and while I was staring at it, I saw a
girl rushing towards me. I figured out it was her bear, so I extended my arms
to pass her willingly. She thanked me amicably. She told me her name was
Angie and her bear was ‘Puddle’ which brought a broad smile to our faces, and
we decided to share an ice-cream. I noticed a badge saying “Eradicate Poverty”
on Puddle’s neck and asked her to tell me more about it.
With much enthusiasm, she said that Puddle is on a mission to
eradicate poverty. I asked her what is poverty? Angie said in lot of places
around the world people, small or big, living without access to basic needs
like sanitation or nutrients. ‘Huh, that sounds strange? In our town that’s not
possible’. ‘My father buys me chocolate every Friday and Sunday is my Pizza Day’.
Angie smiled and said let me explain to you in a practical way,
she grabbed my hand and pushed the badge on the Puddle’s body. Suddenly, there
was darkness in front of my eyes and I felt suffocated. I wanted to scream but I
couldn’t – I had lost my voice and I fainted eventually.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t believe. I was in the
middle of the city bustling with people with sounds of horn piercing through my
ears. I started coughing and was felt out of desperation I cried. Suddenly
Angie came up to me and said, “Welcome to Mumbai”. “What is the kayos all about?”, I asked. She
said that I have been time transported to this place so that I can understand what
poverty means. I told her, I have no interest whatsoever in furthering our
conversation and wanted to go back to my parents, but she assured me that I’ll
be totally safe, and it will be all over in the next 20 mins. Not sure why, but
I agreed especially as in my mind my parents had told me that they will be back
in 30 mins from an uncle’s shop.
Angie said look around what you see? I could see a building which looks like a shopping mall with several adverts of things to buy like food, clothes, diamonds etc. Angie asked, “what you see on the other side”. On the other side, there were several restaurants serving authentic Mumbai food like Vada pav, pav bhaji etc. I didn’t know but suddenly all these food items which I never heard in my life and what they meant, came to my mind like I was very much part of this ecosystem having grown up here.
Angie asked me to hold
her hand and we walked to a traffic signal. On the signal I saw large number of
vehicles clobbered pressing horns in desperation to move. And then I saw two
women holding infants on their arms and taking rounds from one vehicle to the
other. I asked who they were, as it was quite unsafe to be taking an infant,
let along an adult, in the middle of the road where vehicles were waiting to
fire up as soon the signal turns green.
Additionally, she looked depressed, engaging in begging, or
struggling to make ends meet, can reflect the harsh realities of urban poverty
in India. Mumbai, despite being the financial capital of the country, is also
home to stark socio-economic inequalities. We left the sight quickly and went
to a nearby café but the sight could not leave my heart and Angie could see I was
perplexed with many unanswered questions in my head.
Angie then sat down and explained to me what the possible
outcome of the scene could be and what it can tell us about poverty:
1. Economic Disparities in Urban Areas
- Mumbai
has some of the richest individuals in the country living alongside some
of the poorest in sprawling slums or on the streets.
- The
image of a woman at a signal may reflect the inability of economic growth
to reach all sections of society, leaving vulnerable groups behind.
2. Gendered Dimensions of Poverty
- Women
often face greater challenges in escaping poverty due to gender
inequality, lack of access to education, and fewer economic opportunities.
- Single
mothers, widows, or abandoned women may find themselves particularly
vulnerable to poverty and homelessness.
3. Rural-Urban Migration
- Many
individuals migrate to Mumbai from rural areas in search of a better life
but end up in informal or low-paying jobs, unable to afford housing or
basic amenities.
- Women,
in particular, may accompany their families but struggle to find stable
employment, leaving them reliant on precarious means of survival like
begging.
4. Lack of Social Security
- Limited
access to social security schemes or insufficient implementation of
welfare programs leaves many urban poor without a safety net.
- Women
often lack documentation, education, or awareness of government schemes
designed to assist them.
5. Cultural and Social Stigmas
- Women
in poverty are often more visible at signals or public spaces because they
may find it harder to secure employment in patriarchal settings. In many
cases, they may be forced to take up begging to sustain themselves or
their families.
6. Children and Intergenerational Poverty
- If the
woman has children with her, it highlights the cycle of poverty that is
hard to break without adequate access to education, healthcare, and
livelihood opportunities.
7. Lack of Affordable Housing
- The
high cost of housing in Mumbai often leaves the poor homeless or living in
slums with substandard conditions.
The descriptive nature of Angie’s tone was irritating but
highly appreciated as I could understand various dimensions of a situation.
But the obvious question is how we fix it to which see
said Scenes like this underscore the need for:
- Better
social safety nets for women and marginalized groups.
- Access
to education and employment for the urban poor.
- Affordable
housing and healthcare facilities.
- Awareness
programs to reduce stigmatization and exploitation.
Such images serve as stark reminders of the structural challenges that perpetuate poverty, particularly in urban areas like Mumbai.