It was decided yesterday that I 'would go visit a school and take pictures. I realized that it was "Independence Day" and so I was wondering what and who I was going to meet. Finally, arriving - guided by Rampaji - in this small school in a narrow alley, I hear music. The director received us, I began by asking him to explain some of the school system (calendar, tuition, etc., we're in a private school). Our respective approximate English does not allow me to enter any of these explanations, and I feel that she has other things to do. She then invites me to follow and we climb the narrow stairs and dark, the music is more audible and I start from the voices of children. Suddenly, surprise: we arrive on the roof where all children, in uniform and some in full dress, dance together to have fun. The director made me sit on the only chair of the roof - his chair to it, I guess. And the show begins. For more than 30 minutes, children, mostly girls but also a boy, start dancing on Indian music very rhythmic. A treat ... In fact, the National Day, all children go to school but for activities of prayer and dance. I go back to school tomorrow to photograph the children ... at work.
An association of English origin helps to schooling for poor girls of this region. This association with an office in Pushkar same, I will contact them. Because Rampaji told me not to be able to pay for the education of three of her children - and indeed, given the salary, tuition fees (uniform and photocopies included), it is not cheap, so I would like to know more and, perhaps, pass over.
(I keep the best pictures for the evening "India" I plan my return .... :-))
After a good breakfast ' at Nizam, nap in the sun. As it is a national holiday, there are more people on the ghats for the ritual. From my terrace, I shoot for a long time.
Then I'm back on the road, I would like to know more about the "biznes" in India and I went into a shop claiming scarves and other "100% pure silk. I was not there to buy me out but all his goods (homemade) and he has his own workshop, exports around (he proudly showed me all the business cards of its exporters). It is direct, cash. The busines in India is almost sacred.
After a moment's conversation, it removes a tissue over a monitor and o, stupor, I attend the live viewing of workers (hey, here are women). Video surveillance? Marketing? Continuing the discussion, and beginning to learn about the rates of pure silk, I begin to wonder for what these women work at low wages. In the evening, at Nizam always, I met Laurent, photographer and videographer of Cahors, who assure me that behind the scenes there are backstage and the villagers (men, women and children) are used extensively around. The monthly salary of a child in a seasonal hotel is 1000 rupees (approx. 18 euros). A teacher earns officially 10 000 rupees. From my first day here I learned that the city was surrounded by dozens (if not more) of "factories" where the villagers come to work in the desert. How much does this woman at least 60 years continuously scans the guesthouse's so beautiful sari, asking, whenever she can, a few rupees (I agreed to do that in exchange for some photos of it)? And those who regularly sweep - veiled - the streets of Pushkar? "India", in any case, working hard and not too many scruples, it seems. Money is no less adored as gods - and I explained that Lawrence is very interested in these realities. And at the same time an "America" where everything remains to be done, which explains the dynamism of entrepreneurs.
Lawrence gives me a lot of ideas of places to visit. He confirmed that the crisis hits India and especially in tourist areas where a lot of prices (hotels in particular are falling). It takes me discover the best buffet restaurant in the city and, yes, I'm not disappointed (and also the buffet for about 1 euro, a plate of excellent fries extra). And in a garden in Africa (for me) in addition to the sweet evening. Lawrence explains how to reach out to people "other" as shopkeepers - what I want to do for some time but never knew how. I will try it tomorrow ... Other India still emerging slowly. India in any case is not limited to postcards gorgeous saffron and rose from our memories; Indies multiple ...
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