Saturday, September 22, 2018

88 – Two-year Contract and Contract extension – Ethiopian Journey – Blog Post



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Come April and May of a year and there is a perceptible change in the mood and behaviour of the expatriate faculty at Bahirdar University. There were three grades of faculty, one, the regular Ethiopian faculty who were on permanent tenure, two, expatriate faculty working on voluntary basis and third category were foreign teachers who worked under the UNDP (United Nations Development Programme). Expatriate teachers were not on permanent tenure and their contracts were for two-years. 

The volunteer teachers came from a different scheme and were usually governed by a different set of rules and regulations. They received all the facilities given to expat teachers but were paid living wages only. The volunteer teachers were mostly retired professors from European countries who were passionate about teaching and wanted to contribute their mite towards education and development of under developed countries.

The best paid were the teachers under the UNDP scheme. They were paid handsome salary by their country standards but not by most European standards. Most teachers from Europe and America would not apply. Teachers from other countries would apply, but their proficiency in English remained poor. The exchange rate of the dollar against the rupee meant that Indians found teaching in Ethiopia lucrative and attractive too.

Indians’ proficiency in English and their neutral English accent meant that they found acceptability as teachers in Ethiopia. The long lasting reputation of Indians as good teachers in Ethiopia also helped. Ethiopian university experts in Interview panels always found resonance of their own Indian teachers in the candidates they were interviewing.

There was a huge concentration of Indian teachers in excess of 90% of total expatriate teaching country. Sometimes there were a smattering of Filipino teachers or rarely Nigerian teachers.
  
Indians who came faced shocks of their life. Ethiopia is not like USA. Most get disillusioned with the slow pace of life, the dusty roads and the lack of speedy cars and glamour associated with the place of work. The disillusioned teachers leave quickly, with-in three to six months and it is a process of survival of fittest. 

Then there are the nay sayers, senior teachers who say what a raw deal that the new expats received. I remember one senior teacher telling us “You guys were done in; you should have been taken as Senior Assistant Professors. And you have been given a raw deal as far as salary is concerned. You should have bargained for atleast for 50% more salary!!!!”.

End of the day, Teachers who stayed back get reconciled with the salary and with the living conditions. They start liking the place and settle in. The contract renewals are once in two years.

Post May once the 2nd semester results are declared it is summer vacation. The concept of summer vacation varies from place to place. Summer vacation in Ethiopia is from May to September. This is the time when it rains heavily. It had struck me “Summer vacation is the time when the students can’t go to the school or college”. In India it is the hot summer and in Ethiopia it is when it rains heavily. It is almost impossible to move about freely!

Once the teacher finishes eighteen months of his/her service, he/she starts getting jittery. He has heard stories of how contracts have not been extended, how the student feedback only did not only matter. The teacher’s public relations and his ability to mix with the local community and with the local teachers comes to the fore.

Teachers aspiring to get extensions go into overdrive. They start becoming more pally with their HODs, Assistant Deans and with Deans. Suddenly huge parties are given. The parties are a dead giveaway – they are like emperor’s clothes, everyone except the party giver knows the real purpose and the teacher aspiring to get an extension pretends as if it is a normal thing. Sometimes the charade is quite pathetic to witness as it unfolds. The desperateness to get an extension is way too apparent. The young Ethiopian HODs who were fresh out of college had very little experience in the ways of politicking were quite taken in by the sudden attention they were getting!

The teacher concerned has to write a letter to the University’s Vice President (Vice Chancellor) requesting an extension of contract. On receipt of the extension request, the department goes into action. The department’s Ethiopian teachers meet and discuss threadbare and this discussion could take many hours.

All the time the concerned teacher would on tenterhooks. Sometime later the HOD would come out and reveal the recommendations of the committee. If it is positive and if the concerned teacher is getting an extension everything is honky donky. But the situation of the teachers not getting an extension is pathetic. They are not told immediately and they come to know about their fate through innuendo and gossip. By that time, it is usually too late.  

The continued tension of waiting and requesting extensions of contracts takes a heavy toll. The reactions of the teachers not getting extensions are a study in contrast. Some take it stolidly and get resigned to their fate. They quietly prepare to exit the country with pride and honor. The other Indians move in for the kill. They eagerly enquire if the departing Indian has anything of value – like desk top computer, mixer grinders, cameras, TVs, dish antennas that he/she might want to dispose. They are like vultures moving in to feast on the carrion. The cycle of life goes on.

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It is the vicious Indian teachers who could not get an extension who vitiate the atmosphere and create disturbance. They would blame everyone including the Indian teachers for their fate. They would pass comments “Oh the Ethiopian teachers are good. It was our own Indian teachers who were jealous. They could not bear my success. They went and influenced the Ethiopians”.

The tirade would go on and on, and usually May, June are quite stressful months for teachers in Bahirdar, Ethiopia. September, October and November are months of intrigue, surprise and anticipation – the existing teachers breathlessly wait the arrival of the new set of Indian teachers.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

87 - Tradition Bound Indian – Chocolate Box – Ethiopian Journey – Blog Post .

A Tradition Bound Indian (TBI) celebrated his birthday and there were many Indians, Ethiopians and a smattering of European teachers who attended the birthday party. As is customary many of the guests brought small gifts and tokens of appreciation. 

Most of the gifts were consumed quickly or stored away for future use or to be used as birthday gifts which could be off loaded to unsuspecting kids. TBI was totally taken aback by the large box of chocolates gifted by one of the European teachers from PEDA. 

If it had been any other teachers from any other country, he would have simply gifted it away. Hoarding comes naturally to Indians. Using and extracting the last part of any product is wired and is part of his DNA. 

One of my friend exclaimed in exasperation “We Indians!! we will drink Phenyl if we get it free!!!”. I added, “Not only will we drink the Phenyl but sell the empty bottle to the Raddi (plastic bottle recycler) fellow”. 

Such is the “extend the use till the last drop” syndrome of the Indians. Another Indian wittily asked “what do Indians do with old shaving blades?” and answered the question himself “Silly question, the answer is simple – We shave with OLD BLADES!”. 

TBI was nonplussed at the size of the box. It was a huge box and it had dark chocolate blocks, all individually wrapped. Indians born in the 60s and 70s were not very fond of chocolates. Chocolates were perceived as a product consumed by the kids.

TBI unwrapped one chocolate and tentatively took a bite. The taste almost knocked him off. It had the most peculiar taste, he had ever experienced. It was very bitter and not at all sweet. TBI was stumped. He somehow managed to eat the very bitter and awful tasting chocolate. 

From that day onwards TBI dreaded his dinner. After the frugal meal that he was accustomed (TBI was a pure vegetation, and a teetotaller – He never had a drop of alcohol in his life), he would take another block of chocolate and consume it. This was the most puzzling part – he could have simply thrown the offensive chocolate away or given the box away. But TBI was not wired that way.  Tightening his Loins, he would undergo the unbearable torture every night and religiously consume a chocolate. 

This had become a daily routine and to his horror he realized that he was liking the bitter taste. Heart in heart he was waiting for his daily fix. He was getting used, rather getting addicted. 

Quite accidentally one day in PEDA, he met the European teacher who gifted him the chocolate box. He grudgingly told him “the chocolates are fine. The taste was bitter and very different. But with lot of difficulty I could eat the first one. After lot of struggle, I am able to consume one a day. Infact I have started liking the taste” Just to spice the conversation, TBI added “Those are wonderful as sleep inducers. I am able to sleep well”. 

The European’s face was flushed. He was struggling with some internal emotions. He finally burst out “Are you telling me that you don’t know what those chocolates are? Did you consume them all by yourselves, and you ate them one per day?????”. 

The European was staring at TBI as if he was Yeti, the legendary snowman. He was sputtering and stammering. It was as if someone sat on him and knocked the wind out. 

A glimmer of realization and an awful feeling started stirring and creeping in TBI’s mind. He asked with an almighty quiver “what do you mean type of chocolate? And what do you mean by asking me ‘did you consume them all by yourself???”. 

By now the European had a smirk on his face “Yes Sir, they were not normal chocolates. They were Liquor Candy. Chocolate that have generous amount of liquor. The ones that I gave you were from Switzerland and they were chocolates full of RUM”. 

He added with a grin “I never knew that you would consume them all. The custom is to share among friends and get done with them”. “Lucky you” the European exclaimed “you have not only consumed them all but seems to have got used to the taste. YOU MUST have LOVED the Rummy taste. You are a quite a RUMMY GUY!!!!”. To top it all, The European gave a leering smile and a knowing wink.  

TBI was shocked. The Five Foot Four TBI would have happily chocked the offensive Six and a half feet tall ‘ear to ear grinning’ European teacher with his hands and gone to the jail. But he realized that the entire episode would be out in the open. He would become the laughing stock, first at the university, next in Bahirdar and finally in India. 

Swallowing his pride, the shock of the revelation and the bile that had swelled upto his throat, TBI humbly returned to his home. He was a beaten man; his soul was crushed.  TBI brushed his teeth with enormous amount of tooth paste –the first time in his life. He cried in despair. The enamel might come off but the damage has been done. As he splashed water on his weary teeth and reddened gums, he told himself “It is of no use, I am a drunkard now. I will have to take this to my grave!”. 

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His lifelong penance of being a teetotaller was broken. He was addicted to alcohol as alcoholics who drink and brawl in the small and dinky bars in India. After that day TBI was a changed person. He would check with others about any product that he had a doubt. When in doubt he would simply refrain from using the product. He had learnt his lesson the hard way. Once Bitten (I mean once eaten) twice shy! 

Sunday, September 9, 2018

86 - Pranav's 2nd Grade examinations get over - visiting India - Preparing for Graduation ceremony - Sai Baba Bhajans - Ethiopian Journey - Blog Post no - 86

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Pranav’s 2
nd grade examinations got over and the results were favourable. He passed the examinations with flying colours and got an overall percentage of 90%. He was over the moon!!!. We had to prepone our journey back to Bahirdar by a day as two examinations were held in a day by the school, so that we could go back to our universities one day in advance.
Ethiopian Airlines was accommodating and helped us in preponing our trip. There was excitement all around. We were not unhappy at Addis Ababa but home is home and we were keen to go back.
TFM (Telugu Faculty Member) who could not get us a small parcel from India even though he stayed only a kilometre away had given us a very generous list of things that he wanted from Addis Ababa.
As I read the list, I was truly astonished. TFM wanted almost everything from Addis, 10 kgs of fine rice, nearly ten kgs of vegetables. The sheer audacity of his wishes took my breath away.
We bought Thailand rice that looks like Sona Masoori. Basmati rice was available but somehow Basmati rice is not for daily use. It tasted funny when eaten as white rice. It is good for biryani and that too if taken once in a while. We also bought five kgs each of brinjal (egg-plant) and Okra (ladies finger).
The journey back to Bahirdar was quite rocky and full of turbulence. It was scary too. The plane was buffeted with strong winds and it kept dropping and climbing up again. Sahithi was very scared. We too were experiencing the same but put up a straight face but internally we were all shivering with fright.
In our first contract we had to deposit our passports in the university. Planning to go to India was a herculean task. First of all, there had to be a valid reason to travel and an Indian in Bahirdar had to sign the travel application as a surety.
Kuldeep (our PEDA mathematics faculty) wanted to go to India on a personal visit and saw to it that a telegram arrived from India citing that his grandmother was sick. I stood as a surety for Kuldeep. Kuldeep’s departure was a shock to many Indians in Bahirdar.
True to Indian mentality, rumours started to fly - That Kuldeep could not teach properly, that his feedback was not good and that he was gone for good and that as a surety I was in trouble.
Many Indians were actually very happy. ‘Anil got his comeuppance’ was the general feeling. They all purred like cats who had their full quota of cream and were contented.  They were sharpening their axes –eager to see the broom getting lowered on me (the penalty being levied).
Kuldeep returned from India. Most Indians were actually disappointed with the turn of events. Funny, the way people react to crisis and crisis management. 
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As the semester progressed there was palpable excitement in the university. The student community started looking brighter and the air was pregnant with anticipation. Initially I could not understand what was happening. Then it dawned upon me. The student community was preparing for the event of their lifetime – Graduation Ceremony!
For many in Ethiopia even in 2002, it was very rare to be well educated. Passing the school examination was seen as an achievement and here were students who were passing their advanced diplomas for the first time and in some cases some students were getting graduated! For many families, they were the first graduates!


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Getting graduated in Ethiopia at that time was a really big deal. It was very rare and families travelled long distances to different universities just to see their children getting graduated. The family would not spare any effort or cost to celebrate their most joyous day – GRADUATION CEREMONY.
It was an event of a life time. I was told that Bahirdar would get decked like a new bride. There would be festivities everywhere. Flower bouquet sellers would do brisk business and all local photographers would be busy.
There would be brisk business for stationery and gift shops. The students and their parents and relatives would roam in Bahirdar – the students in their graduation dress. The celebrations would spill into the streets. There would be dancing and impromptu celebrations everywhere. It looks as if entire Bahirdar was celebrating the students’ success.
They would visit the tourist spots and take keep sake snaps. It was truly amazing what graduation meant for Ethiopians. I could not wait. I wanted to experience my first Ethiopian graduation ceremony!
In demand would be the teachers, especially the foreign teachers.  I was asked by my students, including the ones that I did not teach, whether I would be in Bahirdar at the graduation time. Taking snaps with teachers was customary and taking snaps with foreign teachers was a badge of honour – ‘I was taught by a foreigner – that too an Indian!!!!!’.
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This planning for the festivities somehow made me pensive and sad. We Indians have become blasé and don’t seem to enjoy the small things in life. Graduation ceremonies are mostly done away in Indian Institutions both at graduate and post graduate level. It is customary for universities to hold graduation ceremonies only for PhD scholars and that too once in two or three years. We need to celebrate  the event irrespective of it magnitude.
Padma decided that we should perform Sai Baba’s bhajan every Thursday. Our family, Dr. Srinivas Inguva (who had a very melodious voice) and Dr. Neelima were the regulars.   We (our family, Dr. Srinivas Inguva or Dr. Neelima) prepared some snacks and offered it to Sai Baba as Prasad. After the Bhajan, we would partake in the Prasad and then disperse. It was soothing and made the kids concentrate on connecting with the almighty.
One Indian was quite upset. He asked me “Anil garu, I am very glad that you are performing Sai Baba Bhajan. That is very nice. But I am not getting my share of the Prasad”.
I was totally taken aback “Your Prasad sir, I don’t understand?”. That Indian gave me the look that people give an imbecile, “Sir, my share sir, you are not sending my share”.
By this time, I had recovered from the initial shock. I said, very gently, “Sir, Prasad has to be taken as Prasad. It is only for people who come to my house and do the Bhajan. We can’t give Prasad for the people who stay at their homes and expect us to home deliver”. The Indian kept quiet, grudgingly.