A soundscape by Ishan Gupta, created from field recordings made while walking along River Betwa on Veditum’s Moving Upstream Fellowship.
A set of zines from walking the River Betwa, created by designer Kabini Amin, part of Veditum’s Moving Upstream fellowship program.
Part 11 (Final) of Radhika Sindh & Shail Joshi’s writing from their walk along River Betwa on the Moving Upstream Fellowship by Veditum
Part 2 of Radhika Sindh & Shail Joshi’s writing from their walk along River Betwa on the Moving Upstream Fellowship by Veditum
This post was written a few weeks ago and the experience still relays the same story. What has become clearer is the politics of water and the river, a long term political play. This article first appeared on South Asia Network for Dams Rivers and People’s website. As the Ganga rises, filling the streets andContinue reading “The Price of Exclusivity”
This is a guest blog by Ankit Batheja. He had recently joined our ongoing Moving Upstream project for a week and walked alongside Siddharth from Varanasi to Allahabad. The journey would have taken merely 2 hours, each bus and auto passing through was a big temptation to end this exertion, but making it a 5Continue reading “Walking from Varanasi to Allahabad: Moving Upstream”
Read Part 1 here: The Story of an Island. Walking through the island i came across a hand pump in front of a mud house in the village of Idrakpur, filled my LifeStraw and took a sip. My confidence in LifeStraw’s ability to clean the water made me drink it, but not before the pungent odour reminded meContinue reading “The Story of an Island – Part 2”
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The questions kept coming in like a continuous ambush, curiosity further aroused with each answer. The crowd thinned out, leaving behind the keen ones to further continue the conversation but sometimes it just gathers a bigger set of people to listen. While i waited for the ferry to cross over to the island of Indrakpur,Continue reading “The Story of an Island”
Smiles disappear, conversations die out, huddles form and eyes widen with amazement, such is the welcome that i receive often. Welcome to my journal of personal experiences about what it means to walk across India, with as weird a face as mine, a bright orange ruck sack that weighs around 15 kilograms and a handfulContinue reading “What it Means to Walk Across India”
Once the monsoon has receded, rice harvested and the currents in the river turned, salt water permeates into the river, the khaals and adjoining fields. Suitable fish are grown and harvested in these fields and the river teems with saltwater life. In the colder months post monsoon many fishermen take to catching bagda chingdi fryContinue reading “Finding Oneself in a Prawn Pickle”