A Touch of SALT

During the course of our NGO site visits, the group observed a sequence of amazingly productive organizations working in Tamil Nadu, South India. From areas encompassing sustainable forestry and organic farming to village empowerment projects working mainly with the untouchable community, women and children, I felt each organization had something extremely valuable to offer through a two week internship during my brief stay in Auroville. This one special children’s home, however, left a lasting imprint and I was instantly moved to work and become a part of “Melquie’s” beloved SALT.

My first encounter with the home ironically took place in the evening, the first impression enveloped with the unpreventable darkness of rural India night sky. The sun collapsing behind a gold encrusted Tamil horizon, it was not long before I would need to remove my pink colored headlamp from my handbag as its replacement to comfortably move around the property. As we sauntered through the rooms I began to notice the house was merely a skeleton for these orphaned twenty-five boys, a place very different from the home in which I was raised back in Texas.

Rickety shelves here and there with random small piles of children’s belongings upon them – clothes, books, and a few toys stacked in a disheveled manner. The walls were bare and without paint, made of cement and chipped in various places of every room. The floors even barer if this could be possible. As I saw no beds, blankets, or pillows I realized the boys were using torn straw mats for sleeping on the cold cement floors of the home.

The director, a charismatic middle-aged single man, introduced himself as the father to each of these children. I have never felt so much love by one man for a cause. Some of the children dashed and darted with obvious excitement among members of the group as we walked within the home, others stood and observed intently, huge glowing smiles upon each of their faces. I couldn’t help but smile back at them.

By Michelle McAdam

One Person’s Trash is Another’s…Livelihood?

By Jeomar Montelon


Pondicherry’s Kurumbapet dump yard


Pondicherry’s Kurumbapet dump yard




Trash-collecting child at Pondicherry’s Kurumbapet dump yard


– Robert F. Kennedy

The American Pavilion

By Robert Barnes

The American Pavilion was designed by University of Washington students to be a sustainable house. They designed the building, travelled to Auroville, and built the pavilion in six months. It is a very well designed building, a little rough around the edges (it is, afterall, basically a prototype), and almost self-sufficient.

The pavilion is almost entirely off the electrical grid. Solar panels collect energy from the sun and store it in batteries which can last several days depending upon use. The limit to the solar electrical system is 2,000W, which severely limits the use of heavy draw equipment like washers, hair dryers, and blenders (anything that draws a lot of electricity to start or function). There are outlets in the bathroom, connected to the city electrical grid, that can handle heavy draw electronics. There are limitations on even this, however. The city currently cuts power twice a day for two hours each time, during which these outlets don’t receive power. For daily life electronics, such as computers and fans, the electricity cuts are never noticed.

The bathroom was originally designed with a composting toilet, a toilet that converts non-liquid bodily waste into compost and filters liquid bodily waste. These were designed as two separate sit down toilet seats. A person can poop in one and pee in the other, but doing both at one toilet seat breaks the system. There is also a splashing problem due to the shallow bowl design of the liquid waste section of the toilet. The people running the pavilion adapted the compost sit down toilet to the traditional Indian squat toilet. The benefits of this toilet is that changing toilet seats is not necessary, there is a small ridge that separates the two sections of the toilet so the waste does not mix. This is the first time I’ve seen a squat toilet more convenient to use than a sit down toilet. To “flush” either toilet, a scoop of sawdust is poured into the solid waste hole to cover things and a spray hose is used to wash down everything else. While it is traditional in India for people to use the hose to clean themselves after using the toilet, the compost system is able to handle toilet paper and tissue. About the only solid thing related to bodily waste it cannot handle is tampons that have plastic in them, these have to be burned.

The potable water system is self-contained. Rain water is collected and stored for later use for drinking and washing. The potable water from this system is notably free from bacteria and parasites that plague many travelers in India. The showers and washing machine use only unheated water and is usually cold, though on hot days it can be on the cool side instead of cold. There is one faucet that has hot water. This is because a lot of water is wasted waiting for the hot water to come out after turning the knob, so the hot water faucet for the building was situated directly below the water reservoir to minimize waste while waiting for the water to turn hot. Waste water, including liquid waste from the bathroom, goes through a marsh filtration system before being used to grow crops. The marsh system used here is similar to the one used by the cities of Martinez and Arcata in California state. The marsh plants and habitat, either manmade or natural, filters nitrates, nitrites, toxins, and metals out of the water and it becomes clean enough to drink. Environmental and food regulations in California prohibit the use of reclaimed water like this from being used for humans or crops to be eaten by humans, though humans can eat animals that eat crops watered with this water. There doesn’t seem to be any regulations regarding this in India. The reclaim water is used for crops after it goes through the marsh. Besides the natural (and cheap) filtration of this system, it also provides habitat for animals and plants as well as being able to help restore lost or damaged marsh and wetlands.

Crops are grown on site using the reclaim water after it’s filtered through the marsh. These crops provide a notable portion of the food consumed in the pavilion, though actual figures for this have been rather elusive so far. Coming after the crops are cows. There are many cows in the area, and they just kind of wander and eat whatever is tasty for them, which can often be what the poor humans find tasty as well. The pavilion’s answer to this are two dogs that live on site. The dogs’ primary responsibility is to keep the cows away from the crops as well as away from the roads. A secondary job they do is to bark at trespassers (it often seems like anything that moves). I’ve never seen one of the dogs actually bite a person, but I’ve seen them climb to an elevated position and bark constantly at someone until they eventually leave. A little tidbit regarding the dogs is that if you run towards the gate, the dogs will run after you and then end up in a wrestling match with each other.

The roof design for the pavilion is rather odd, but functional and economical. It’s also rather intriguing or attractive to those who like innovative architectural designs. Each of the buildings (four bedrooms and bathroom) have their own separate roof. Above all these buildings is a larger megaroof that covers everything but leaves a significant amount of space between the individual building roofs and the site roof. The megaroof provides shade over the entire site and the gap between building and site roofs provides for cool air circulation, keeping the rooms noticeably cooler than the surroundings.

While a lot of sustainable or renewable materials were used in the construction of the American Pavilion by the University of Washington students, the people here at the site have decided to build another sustainable house based upon the design of the American Pavilion but using a lot more sustainable or renewable material than the original building. The new building is a good example of how a prototype build by an outside group can be adapted by local people with more daily life knowledge of the environment and resources and a superior structure or object can be created that would have been beyond the capabilities of either group by themselves.

Merry Christmas from India!

By Chantelle Lusebrink

Wile we may not have the hope of anything close to a white Christmas or a Christmas tree, we do have sweeping vistas of the Indian Ocean’s warm waters lapping sandy shores and busy country roads endlessly dotted with rows of coconut groves and brightly colored houses in fuchsia and electric orange. All things considered, and after you’ve heavily sprayed yourself with DEET to ward off the local mosquito population, this isn’t a bad way to spend Christmas.

Hurtling down the dirt country roads by Moped, dodging cows, dogs and sari-clad women carrying bundles of wood for the evening cooking fires, the sun begins to set here on Christmas Eve in Auroville, India and while it may seem worlds from what we’re used to, Christmas is still found here.

Few Indians, though colonized by the British and the French —as in the case of Pondicherry and its surrounding areas —have converted to Christianity (roughly 3 percent to 6 percent of the country’s population identifies themselves as Christian or about 24 million people), according to information by the U.S. State Department. Instead, the majority prefer to keep their local heritage and religions alive through Hinduism, predominately. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, Christmas is readily found in India, be it a curiosity, a symbol of the other or simply just a way to drive sales as tourist season picks up.

In India sale signs and gleeful Santa Clauses are still found waving in front stores downtown and local tradesmen are producing their wares in bulk to accommodate the tourists. While we may be limited in our decoration colors, predominately red, white and green, Christmas in India is as colorful as the silk saris worn by the women here. Even the ornamentation of Sacred Heart Church’s nativity and building in the city of Pondicherry are dripping in colors rarely seen outside the tropics.

Sacred Heart Church Pondicherry, India

Pint-sized Santa costume...no problem fitting down the chimney here!

But it goes further than just the decoration of Christmas and the child-sized Santa Claus outfits, displayed in every other window of side street shops. Education about their past, their present and their future is also important in the cities and among the villages that had been colonized and today, lay so near to the international township of Auroville. As an expression of human society and development Auroville attracts people from all walks of life, religions and cultures throughout the world, said Nick Klotz, an Australian living in India and a volunteer at the Mohanam Cultural Center in the village of Sanjeevi Nagar that hosted a morning Christmas event and play about Jesus.

“Here, the learning for children, is not just of one religion but to learn about many of them,” Klotz said about the morning’s festivities. “While there are no Christians, nor will there be Christians in this village we are still near to Auroville and there is a population that celebrates, just as there is a population that celebrates in Pondicherry because of its roots to French colonization.”

Christmas tree at the community center

Poster for Christmas at the community center.

The children’s play focused on Jesus’ trial and crucifixion, so it was more about the Easter story of Jesus rather than his birth but it provides context for the children as to why this figure is so important to the others that live in the area. They also sang Christmas carols and decorated crafts.

“Indians are very absorbed in religion and they also really like a party, especially one with religious connotations,” he said. “So this is a fun event for them.”
Many of us share in this same type of education around the world, this cross cultural exchange of knowledge, spirit and culture that helps us better understand our place in the world and how others fit with us. It is a privilege to watch the celebration of something so foreign to this culture and watch how it fits into their perspective.

Watching the sun sink below the tree line of thick palms, the sky illuminates with lavender and bright orange. The smell of coconut, saffron, jasmine and curried spices fill the air, instead of the smells emanating from the family turkey, Christmas cookies and homemade pies.

While many of our families were waking and preparing for guests, we celebrated our Christmas Eve beside a lovely tree decorated by the residents here at the Tibetan Pavilion in Auroville, replete with shimmering lights, and of course, packages under the tree for our White Elephant gift exchange. For me, the sounds of Christmas in India will come back to Paris with me in the form of Baul ‘n’ Beyond a greatest hits compilation, which I’m sure will get plenty of use now and for many years to come.

White Elephant gift exchange.

From India, what we wish for our friends, family and patrons of this blog is a wonderful holiday filled with treasured memories for years to come. Merry Christmas!

You Know Your Cow Like You Know Your Kid

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By Mariel Sites

Upon arriving in Chennai from our long (long!) plane ride from Paris, we piled into a bus heading into Mamallapuram. As the sun was rising, I was way too excited to sleep on the bus so I gazed forward out the window towards all the Indian country had to offer me. Like a child, I turned to my friend Madeline, excitedly pointing and shouting “A cow! A cow!” She quickly responded “Where? I don’t see any cow!” (I have to admit I was a bit worried that I may have started to hallucinate from Malaria pills or lack of sleep!) But as the big orange sun continued to rise over the Indian horizon, I started seeing more of them (real cows, not hallucinations).  And as I looked closer I began to notice that the cows weren’t marked in any way. I had heard about the sanctity of cows in India but I wasn’t exactly sure how they functioned in everyday society. Were the cows wild? Did they belong to someone? Why were they loose in the street? I didn’t see any kind of brands on these cattle, nor colored ropes or markings of any kind. I turned to our unofficial guide and local Aurovillian, Perumal, and asked him how people knew which cow was theirs. He promptly replied, “Well, you know your cow like you know your kid”. He told me that during the day, people let their cows roam free in the village and use their milk to drink and manure mixed with hay to create floors in homes. When cows become too old to produce milk they are turned out and allowed to wander through the streets, living out their last days in peace. Coming from Texas, I am familiar with people owning a couple hundred head of cattle at a time, and meticulously making sure each one is branded with the ranch’s symbol. In my mind, all cows looked alike and I would have never thought that a person would equate the knowledge of their cow to that of their child. This was the beginning of a series of realizations and understandings that I’ve had in just these first few days. It is amazing to learn about differences and similarities between my home culture and this one. Coming from a small town in West Texas, I saw Paris as “exotic”, never thinking I would ever have the opportunity to visit India! The more time I spend here in Auroville and the surrounding villages, the more I begin to understand (or at least try to understand) their way of life.
Today we had an especially interesting presentation given by Ribhu Vohra from Soma Waste Management, who explained some obstacles faced by his waste management initiatives. He described the dangers of both burning the trash (releasing toxic fumes into the air) and dumping trash in the street (contaminating the drinking water and attracting insects). He explained that people often are just not motivated to pick-up the trash, and when asked to recycle they simply don’t have the time or energy. One interesting solution to this problem that was suggested was the idea of hiring adolescents to ride bicycles around the villages, giving cash for recyclables on the spot. By going door-to-door, the women would simply have to hand over their plastics and metals to the boys, who would then pay the women in cash. Although recycled bottles and milk cartons don’t bring in an abundance of income, these women have the opportunity to possibly make enough money to pay for a meal for their family by simply separating their waste. This is just the tip of the iceberg of one of the many sustainable practices that I’ve come into contact with here, and it’s only day seven! I can’t wait to learn more about these exciting initiatives and how I can get involved to help!


By Rachel Hardy

This used to be a cashew plantation, I thought to myself, staring at the tall forest around me. If I hadn’t been told that, I would have never known.

Standing in the middle of the Evergreen Forest in Auroville, I paused to glance around me. Trees towered above my head, leaves carpeted the ground around my feet, a woman sat reading in one of the open-air guest houses; I was a far cry from the busy city life of my familiar Paris, a city where I had begun to feel quite stagnant in life. I inhaled deeply and smiled; the fresh air seemed to begin my personal renewal.

While following a path through the underbrush, I happened to overhear a conversation between Sasha Elder—our Aurovillian chief of sorts—and one of the other students. Sasha described the hunting adventures of his youth when the area used to be a cashew plantation years ago. He reminisced about his childhood as he pointed out landmarks; I was fascinated at the change one piece of land could undergo in a matter of fourteen years. When describing the relatively young landscape and the goals of the forest management team, Sasha stated, “In order to be sustainable, it must grow.”

Though Sasha’s remark was simple, it struck me as more profound than an unassuming observation on the future of the forest. Yes, the forest needed to be managed properly to reinstate the indigenous tropical evergreen forest in an area that hadn’t seen such vegetation in years. As our forestry expert Dave said, trees had to be planted and thinned, biomass had to be encouraged, and careful watering schemes had to be implemented in order for healthy forest growth and development to occur.

But perhaps Sasha’s statement went a bit deeper. Sasha meant to describe the evergreen forest but had also inadvertently defined the purpose of every individual in the practicum. While we’re here to give back to the community, we’re also here to grow personally. Every person we meet in India contributes another piece to our life landscape and teaches us a lesson. Every experience deepens our understanding of the world and brings us closer to the purpose we’re meant to fulfill. Our own growth is vitally important to our lifelong individual sustainability.

Personal planting, growth, pruning and change allow the growth necessary to create meaningful and sustainable lives. My wish is that each of us can grow from this experience in a way where if someone were to hear our life story, he would think, That person used to be very different, but if I hadn’t been told that, I would have never known.

Stick no bills

By André Lavergne






Spectacles: symbol of the India National Lok Dal party.

