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Chennai at the Crossroads 4. Chennai’s Poor
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Go to previous section (3. Reaching for the Sky - The Real Estate Boom) My happiness meter when I visit Chennai includes a simple
metric – how many beggars come up to me during my (typically one-week) visit.
Low scores are good. This time I registered the all-time low on this measure –
2. The first time was when I was with my mother and my mother-in-law shopping
in the famous Pondy Bazaar. A young woman with a baby in her arms came up to us
and asked for help. The other occasion was also nearby, around the corner near
the major jewelry and sari stores. Until about a decade ago, I never used to
give alms except in the most abject of cases – the practice of begging was just
too ubiquitous and forced one to choose whom to give to. In recent years, it
has become rare enough that I always give. I reason that Poverty By the same token, famines have been entirely eliminated in There is a major distinction between urban and rural poor – their problems, the infrastructure required to provide services for them, the social mechanisms for support are all quite different. Tamil Nadu is the most urbanized (43%) of Indian states, and Chennai is its biggest city. And while, as I pointed out above, there are far fewer destitutes, homeless people and beggars, there is no shortage of poor people. Living Example So what is the life of a poor person in Chennai like? Let us take as a living example our ex-housemaid Vijaya. A short, pleasant woman of about 55, Vijaya has worked as a housemaid in our neighborhood for the past several decades. She and her husband live in a microscopic and ancient rented apartment nestled in the insterstices between the larger houses on our street. I had occasion to visit her on this occasion as we wanted her help in cleaning up my mother’s apartment. Ecstatic to see me (she had worked for my parents from the time that I was a youngster), Vijaya happily introduced her young daughter-inlaw and her new grandson, a cute little waif less than a year old.
I note several aspects of Vijaya’s life that could put her in danger of slipping through the cracks. The first is her income, which at current levels is truly marginal in a place where food and land inflation are quite high. It is questionable whether, given the constant in-migration of cheap labor, her income can keep pace with the cost of living, especially housing. Second, as a member of the informal economy, Vijaya gets no benefits, and her old age is not provided for. She will surely have to live with her children, if they would have her. Vijaya has two sons. While the elder one, whose wife and baby I met on this trip, lives in the flat above Vijaya’s, and seems to have a steady job, she is evasive and despondent about the younger one, who seems to have disappeared from the area. Considering the future, Vijaya lives what I can only label a precarious existence. Any illness can wipe out her income and simultaneously hit her with large costs. She does not have savings of any substance, and had her children been girls, she would be worrying about how to pay for their weddings. As it is, she has nothing to retire on. She continues to rent in a time of skyrocketing land costs; I suspect it is only a matter of time before she will have to move out of even her microscopic current perch. Unlike Gopalan, there is no hope whatsoever that she could afford real estate in Chennai. Go to next section (5. Poverty and Inequality) Go to Chennai Table of Contents
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