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Monday, August 05, 2024

Surabaya - Part 1

Surabaya is the second largest city in Indonesia, after Jakarta: and this is the most cited introductions you will find about this place everywhere across the internet. It seems to be the financial capital of the country, just like Mumbai. Moving through the city on bikes, cars and foot over ten days, one of the key things I kept thinking was about how it was a city slower than Mumbai, but faster than Goa in India. With a modest scale, largely low rise builtscape, articulate roads, no central intercity mass transit system, clean environments and several pockets of kampungs or urban villages, the city is a safe and warm one. I chose to stay in the central part of Tunjungan in Surabaya which seems to be the most favoured districts by the tourists - evident from the large presence of most hotels, banks and shopping areas in this area, including the famed Majapahit Hotel founded in 1911 in Dutch design, that has also been a site of staging the freedom movement. Tunjungan was clearly the city centre. I was visiting Surabaya to put up an exhibition at the Airlangga University for the upcoming ICAS13 conference, organised within the city where about 1500 scholars working on subjects of humanities in Asia would gather.

As I walked along the streets on the first day with the young yet-to-be interior designer, and our production assistant for the exhibition Tasya (Caccu), I could not help but notice the cast iron manhole covers that kept occurring on the pavements at regular intervals, bearing the mark of a shark and a crocodile. Tasya cursorily informed me that in traditional language, suro meant a shark, while boyo meant a crocodile. The shark and the crocodile always face each other almost in a floating dance of sorts. These are not simply to indicate sea creatures that the city is along, rather, a considered historical reading will help you index them to not only a regal dream, but also a battle of Surabaya fought during the Indonesian national revolution. In Javanese, "sura ing baya", means "bravely facing danger," which is one of the genealogies of the city name. Another close etymology says it is derived from the Pali words - 'sura' - or 'asura' alluding to beliefs and 'bhaya' alluding to danger. Jayabaya, a 12th century psychic king foresaw a fight between a giant white shark and a giant white crocodile taking place in the area. The two animals are further thought to represent the conquest between the troupes of Mongol ruler Kublai Khan of China, and those of Javanese monarch of the Majapahit empire during 1293.

Small distances may seem long drawn while moving on wheels in Surabaya due to the one-way road regulations across most of the city. While they make the movement smooth and fast, they also make the city a notch difficult for the pedestrian since crossing the roads comes as the risk of wading through past moving bikes and cars. Grab, Gojek and allied mobility services exist for non vehicle owners and cover the city quite efficiently. Due to such conditions, one doesnot see density of walkers on the pavement. Infact, such side spaces in the city get claimed as picnic spots over the evenings by young people circled around small shops three wheeled shops, or some call them the "five legged" shops in Jakarta (three points of rest of the shop, and two legs of the shopkeeper). As the sun sets, youngsters lay small mats and sit along the pavement eating and sipping ice tea.

Surabaya has a lot of street food. There are several warkops and warongs that sell affordable food in a wide variety of vegetarian and non vegetarian along with allied savories. Several of these often spill out into semi open spaces where people sit, gather, or take quick halts for catching up on a meal, coffee or chat. These spaces remain open throughout, and some of these warkops remain open throughout the night. Several young people access these late night, and the city remains quite safe in the dark. Food in Surabaya is more flavourful than China, using a wider variety of spices. Rice and fish remains principal, although one can find enough vegan options. (Disclaimer: In Surabaya, eggs are largely considered vegetarian, and fish / shrimps will be in most fried rice). Surabayans like sweetness in most foods. So, a gado gado (kind of salad) will be sprinkled with sweetened peanut sauce as much as the benin coconut water that will have its own dose of sugar/syrup. (Never had I ever had coconut water with sugar). The vegetarian foods will principally dubbed into mushrooms and tofus, but there is also tempe made out of soya bean seeds which is quite nice.

One of the things that the internet doesn't alarm the Indonesia-visitor is that there are full chances that despite getting a local sim card, it may not work on your phone. This is simply because your phone IMEI numbers need to be registered with the country's system to authorize your bandwidth usage. Unless you go to a service centre (garabari), and get this registered with your passport, the plan you purchase will not be activated on your phone. This process may take up about 15 to 20 minutes. While the local shops sell much efficient and cheaper plans, they may be unable to register your IMEI. However, at the airport, you shall find counters where such a service is available along with the local sim cards for a higher price. Should you be able to wait, you can get this done once you are in the city. A provider such as telekomsel should serve better for it may have more service centres across the city. I was able to figure the issue through my friend Dushyant who had recently visited the country and faced a similar issue. While he wasn't able to explain me the the situation, his wisdom of not lending me his sim card, and its loose explanation stayed with me, which made sense only when I ran around to get the issue sorted for myself in the city.

Becha is an old form of vehicle carrying two passengers over short distances today. The rider sits behind pushing the passengers sitting in the front through the cycle pedals. While much city has transitioned into the motorized vehicles, the becha is still available in some parts of the city, primarily the kampungs where perhaps it survives its last generation. Some of these humble ones are even motorized. Nevertheless, these are certainly becoming cultural vestiges of this place.

The Kali Mas river, meaning the Golden River in Javanese, largely runs across the main city and you will find yourself crossing it time and again as many roads loop around it on account of maintaining one ways. Most of the times, this 40 metre wide river is lined by roads in both the sides joined by multiple bridges across. While this river was once used as an entry way to the Majapahit empire, to being used for operating a major trade port during the Dutch rule, today it is largely cleared for recreational activities. The river edge was cleared of squatters during 2008 followed by water cleaning programmes. One will find several monuments and plazas along the river that seem to be geared towards maintaining the beauty of the edge for the tourists. One can see the famous bamboo sculpture, the shark-and-crocodile sculpture, the war shop which is now a public monument, all lined along its banks.

The kampungs are scaled spaces with rooms on both sides along a 3 m wide alley. I didnot get a chance to peep into the homes, and felt it would be very intrusive to do so. Outside the homes, people often put plants. Some homes have intermediate semi outdoor spaces but these may not be as evident as the otlas or verandahs observed in South Asian inner cities. People may occupy outdoors in the evening, however most of the times I walked through the kampungs, they had very few or no people. They share common toilets and have a bathroom which has a small water reservoir. Kampungs are shaded and cooler passageways than the vehicular streets which seem unbearable to walk during the sun hours. Many of these kampungs are transforming into commercial enterprises.

Sunday, July 21, 2024

Ajmer / 2017

Tuesday, July 09, 2024

Bus Stop Poles

Of fading, erasing, pasting, cramming, overwriting, repainting, decomposing, rusting, hiding, overlapping, fitting, squeezing, crunching, breaking, bending, showing and still standing.

These are poles through which waiting/halting spots for BEST buses are often marked on the streets in the city of Mumbai . They are like google pins in real geography. This morning I wondered how this almost bygone way of marking a bus stop, that are largely (must be) an artefact of smaller villages in India, still exists in a megacity like Mumbai. These red poles are plonked within once-tar finished roads, that stand like iron flags listing the number of bus/routes that pass along this road. Within these mass produced steel plates, the numbers have been once beautifully oil painted by "urban" calligraphers who would have to fit in the alpha-numeric bus numbers in at least two languages. Despite the fact that the newest bus stops have these instructional details printed and produced in newer techniques, BEST strangely preserves many of these poles with old-fashioned bus number plates that remain vulnerable to the externalities of tropical weather and urban roughness.

Often, these beautiful number-plates are abused or graphically disregarded by the newer supervisors who do not see these these plates as a work of art. One can sense that how the urgency of dispensing updated information, and the unavailability of these oil paint calligraphers have led to the haphazard and careless pasting of shabbily handwritten stickers with bus numbers. In other instance, several numbers may have faded or erased to weather and time. Several such poles across the city, unlike the above two, stand crooked loosening their foothold into the every-dug road substrata. Many of their levels have gone haywire due to the concrete up-layering of roads. That such benign information boards could be of utmost important to the labour class that may be visiting these neighbourhoods or city for the first time is perhaps partly out of the purview of the BEST management. That these half-erased numbers could be misleading, misread or handicapping; and perhaps even lead the traveller to a wrong destination does not perhaps bother the regulators of this infrastructure.

However, one must give it to the urban dweller that he/she parses such fragility of the system with a measure of generosity. Such fractures of information produce a distinct sociality by forging communication within strangers waiting together for a common journey. Here, one reveals their destination to the other, with trust and hopes to find a way to reach safely. Here, options of movement are debated, and new alternatives for mobility are discussed. Here, serendipitous connections are made in the overlaps of routes and journeys, or disappointments about the missed buses are shared. Here, exasperations are co-performed and frustrations are vented through grins. And at times, it is here that battles are fought to secure a seat over a long journey.

The red shining bygone metal bus stop flag stands stiff to this everyday roughness of the city, waiting to either dissolve or be engulfed into the smartness of the upgrading city.