Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother of Microfinance


Two weeks ago, I made a visit to Ahmedabad, to interview Ela Bhatt, the founder of SEWA, the Self Employed Women's Association. Ela Ben is a beautiful, gentle woman, now in her 70s, who has empowered over a million women in the past 3 decades, by bringing them together, unionizing them, offering them microcredit, and giving them guidance on how to run their small enterprises.

Ela Ben (a form of respect, meaning sister Ela), who is known for her simple, cotton saris, is one of those rare creatures which can be classified as salt of the earth. We sat in her living room, with her grandchildren skittering by every few minutes, and talked about her life.

She came of age as India did, turning 14 the year that India celebrated its independence. She grew up in a family of lawyers, and because she had no brothers, the mantle fell to her to take up the practice. She completed her law degree, and then, using the teachings of Mahatma Ghandi, went to work with the poor, eventually finding her place amidst poor women, choosing to advocate for them.

While she has a gentle disposition, her mind is strong and lucid, and her movements are sprightly. At 75, she seems much younger, as if she's spent the last fifty years doing yoga and breathing pure oxygen. I towered over her; she is only about 5 feet tall. But she floored me with her wisdom.

I went to see her to find out her perspectives on the impact of microfinance, for our next issue of Microfinance Insights. But what I really wanted to know was her thoughts on women's political leadership (Ela Ben once served in India's upper house of Parliament) and if she thinks the divide between India's rich and poor will ever really change.

On the latter, she told me this:

"I am not very proud of my generation. We have left nothing for you. We are eating up the earth, exhausting all our resources, without still seeing a paradigm shift. We need to think afresh, the solution lies in decentralizing and localizing resources and power, particularly pertaining to decision making. We have to see that everyone has enough to eat, has access to primary health care and education and to ensure that, I follow the principle of 100 miles. The five primary needs, food, clothing, shelter, primary education and health care have to be made available to people within hundred miles of where they live. As soon as your agricultural produce or the products of your labor go farther than that, it is out of your reach. I am not saying we have to go back 50 years to make that change happen. Knowledge should flow like oceanic circles, with local and global components overlapping with each other. Knowledge and people must come closer, while being strongly rooted. Until that exchange happens, disparity will remain and all that we are going to be left with is hunger and violence."

Along with Nelson Mandela, Jimmy Carter, and Mary Robinson, she is a member of the Council of Elders, the diplomatic group enlisted to mediate and advise on global problems.

For the full interview, please visit www.microfinanceinsights.com

Saturday, May 09, 2009

India's Harvard

Inside the Indian Institute of Management-Ahmedabad, India's Harvard. For the smartest of the smart, in India's cut throat education system, IIM-A is where it's at. Weird architecture though. And hot as blazes in Ahmedabad, Gujurat.
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Line em up, Move em Out

My rickshaw had to pull to the side of the road this morning for a procession, from shortest to tallest, of boys wearing red and orange togas. Each of the smallest boys, only 4 or 5 years old, carried a single lily. Behind them was a long line of women in beautiful white Keralan saris.
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Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Bridges to Entry

I have a new blog post on the site ThinkChange India:

Last week, over 400 social entrepreneurs, social investors, and socially motivated types converged to talk shop in Bombay (that’s Mumbai for you progressives). The Sankalp Social Enterprise and Investment Forum brought people from across India, and some very committed folks from abroad (who we hope used some sort of carbon off-setting system), to discuss how we can create inclusive wealth for those living at the base of the pyramid.

Read more here...

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Isn't it Ironic


I returned from yoga this morning in a rickshaw which cost 25 rupees (50 cents). I handed the driver a 50 rupee note, but as usual, he had no change. Early in the morning, rickshaw drivers have a hard time breaking even the smallest bills because they are just starting their shift and are usually empty handed except for a few coins. It's only over the course of the day that they stockpile tens and twenties and fifties. By the end of the day, change isn't a problem. But, at 8 in the morning, it is.

We tried to get change from three passersby, but no luck. And no shops had opened yet. Finally, from inside the rickshaw, I see a woman in a sari stop and pull her coin purse from the inner folds around her waist. I couldn't see her face because of the curved roof of the rickshaw, but she started counting out tens to hand to me.

I ducked my face down to thank her, and there was my trash lady--the woman who comes every morning to collect my waste, a position very low on the totem poll in terms of caste and position in Indian society; even the maid that cleans my apartment balks at taking out the trash. And, yet,here was my trash woman loaning me money--or at least, helping me out. I could see that this was about all the money she had in her soiled change pouch, but she willingly gave it, without knowing or caring who was in the rickshaw.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Trouble

Uma having a fight with a pillow.
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