Compost Chronicle

Compost Chronicle
Are you still giving one garbage bin with loads of mixed waste to the garbage collectors?
I was also doing so until a few years ago.
But I don’t do it anymore.
I keep my green waste in my house itself for months!
People give me a strange look & ask me
“It must smelling bad and you must be having insects all over your house!”
“Not at all….! “ I say with a smile
I turn it in a bagful of Black Gold, and use it in my tiny garden or give it away to my friends!


Old habits die hard
Until just a few years back I used to line up my bins with plastic. Each day plastic bag was taken away and a new one was put for the next day. One day, while returning home from the city I noticed the BBMP garbage workers opening up large black garbage bags and segregating the huge pile of trash just near our apartment. The whole thing looked very ugly and the stench was even worse.  This got me into thinking about my own solid waste management practices.

Although waste segregation has now become compulsory, even educated people still give mixed garbage. In my apartment we started promoting the usage of “2 bins and a bag” about 3 years back. It is very tough to inculcate segregation of waste and even harder to convince people to do it themselves. This blog is about my journey from food scraps to black gold mine.

I had known about composting pit and vermiculture on farms. I had also seen solutions for composting in an apartment. But for an urban busy woman like me who is on perpetual cleaning spree this was an impossible option. I used to throw out any unwanted dry or wet kitchen waste at the earliest opportunity. 

January 2016
After a lot of canvassing from my eco-friendly friend Shilpi and after viewing a number of websites I finally decided to order an EcoBin online for around ₹1400.  I got two white bins with sieves and taps at the bottom and 2 kg microbes. Though some friends gave me strange look because I spent so much on just two kachra dabbas, I was determined to do this experiment. Shilpi uses a khamba (aerobic composting) but when I surfed on the net, people had recommended Bokashi method.

Bokashi…The Japanese name did a trick and I was convinced that this is for a newbie like me.
EcoBin
Sieve inside the EcoBin




Food scraps being added.










Failed experiment and new discoveries
January to March 2016

I followed the instructions given by EcoBin. Up to the pickle phase (first three weeks) everything was fine. I was removing the leachate regularly.  As per the instructions, I did layering in an older dustbin using dry soil. Since there was no ventilation in the bin and there was no way of draining the excess water and the decay was extremely slow. Also, the transfer of pickle from EcoBin to the dustbin was a nightmare. The balcony would smell terrible! I felt that kids playing downstairs could smell it. In my next attempt, I drilled some holes in the dustbin with an electric drill. This helped a bit in reducing foul smell however, the pickle was still too watery and there was no sign of compost even after 6 weeks. Also, the breakdown of pieces was rather slow.

Another problem was of maggots. My EcoBin would get completely filled up with white maggots and the moment I would open the bin to add food scraps they would crawl out of the bin. I tried adding Neem powder, shikakai powder etc. Nothing helped! The maggots and foul smell sill persisted. There were times I felt that I should just clean up everything and junk all the bins.
Three important points that I understood from these failed trials were as follows:
  • ·   For the layering phase plastic bin was not suitable. Something more airy was necessary.
  • ·   Using soil for layering made it very sticky and smelly.
  • ·   I was adding large stems of vegetables and corn directly into the pile. It was not decomposing   properly.


EcoBin - Khamba Combo and the magic of Remix
April - May 2016

Adding microbes
I had to now look for an earthenware or wicker basket. It is necessary to cut the food scraps into smaller pieces to save space and to aid faster decomposition. I started chopping the scraps with a knife but it was time consuming.




Layering scraps with coocopeat
One day, after the ritual of transferring pickle to another holed bin I was fed up and I decided to visit the DailyDump shop which was recommended by Shilpi. I purchased two stackable units of a khamba. Although, one can directly go on adding food scraps in a khamba,
I decided to use a combination of EcoBin and a khamba because, EcoBin allows faster fermentation and the leachate can be removed. Another, important ingredient that was missing in my earlier experiments was the cocopeat i.e. remix powder.

I kept one sharp pair of scissors near my temporary bin of food scraps to cut all the stems and stocks into smaller pieces. Later on, I developed my own steps of anaerobic and  aerobic composting.

Now, I collect my daily waste in EcoBin and layer it with remix powder. Occasionally, I sprinkle some Neem powder and 2-3 spoons of microbes to keep the pile healthy. I pour the leachate into my kitchen drain to keep it clean. The remix powder absorbs excess moisture and curbs maggot formation. Now my EcoBin fills up in about 2 weeks’ time and I leave it undisturbed for about 3 weeks. The pile has moisture but it does not have excess water. Also, the smell is tolerable. In fact, it is somewhat like wet earth and does not bother people around. I can easily transfer it to the Khamba pot. I use large sieve to sift the compost in the khamba and store it in large plastic bag. The final product has very little “compost” smell.

The harvest of black gold is takes about a month after transfer to the Khamba. The total time of turnover is around 2 to 3 months.





Zen and the art of composting
June - September 2016
When I started composting, I just wanted to manage my wet waste in an eco-friendly way. As I started composting I went through a scientific analysis of the process. Every day, I learn Biology, Chemistry and Physics of the ecosystem in the pots. This is an excellent laboratory for designing new experiments.

An important observation: Red chilli which is put in oil while seasoning does not break down at all even after months in compost pile. The microbes do not eat it! Microbes eat healthy and I take it as a lesson to cut on the consumption of red chilli.

As I watch the transformation from scraps to the black gold and when I sift the final harvest I go through a meditative phase. The smell of black earth which is rich with nutrients and microbial activity is full of life. Sometimes, a small seed of tomato or peanut gives rise to a sprout. I take it out and transfer into a pot. It is a pleasure to watch it grow each day! When I see a bud on the rose bush, my heart fills up with an inexplicable joy!


As I transfer the smelly pickle from EcoBin to the earthen pot, I learn to empathize with the garbage collectors and can feel their pain. I breathe mindfully and transfer the contents. I feel better because of the fact I am reducing the burden on garbage collectors by a minuscule amount. My husband Vinay helps me in chopping the scraps into fine pieces. Each day I spend only about 5 minutes in sorting my pile. Once a month, i spend 45 minutes in sorting out things. I reduce wastage and focus on appropriate usage of groceries that I buy. I am learning to cook appropriate amount of food because cooked food should not be put into compost. I strive for a zero garbage lifestyle. When I see wilting scraps, I am able to see the transient nature of life. Composting has become my laboratory of Zen practice!


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Refrences:

1.Going Solo on a Nomad trek



After quitting a steady job of more than 15 years, I wanted to get away somewhere very far. I had met many western men and women who travel alone with a large bag pack and a small day bag. Why can’t I do it my own country? I had traveled to Himalayas with my family and chaperoned school children to several treks and trips. How would it be to go solo and check? Will I get robbed, raped, duped, attacked, or fall sick? Thousands of questions came to my mind. Friends and family gave their best wishes but I could see the worry in their eyes.


The announcement for “Nomad Trek” to Kalap came on my FB page through a friend just like several other posts. The trail follows the path of the Nomadic shepherds who move from one pasture to another for their sheep and goats to graze on. The word "moderate" caught my eyes and I thought that I could make it! I was thrilled to see the pictures and instantly wanted to join. I felt this is the village of my dreams where I always want to go to. Initially, I had planned to go in October with my husband but the dates were not convenient for our son who wanted to come home during that time. Also, I felt October was too far and decided to go alone because my husband was not free in August. Going alone was a big decision but once I decided, there was no turning back!



V. Anand Sankar – a photo journalist and former Bangalorean has almost adopted this village of population 500. The nearest road is at Netwar which is 5 hours of walk through tough terrain full of ups and downs. He has set up a school (for after school hours and weekends) with two full-time teachers from cities. He had a clinic which is in a process of shifting to a neighboring village and is going to grow into a hospital. One can reach Anand by phone only when he is in Dehradun or if you are lucky to get him in the BSNL range. I had a very brief telephonic conversation with him but I felt confident that he will do the arrangement properly. He is very tall and refers himself as “Higher Iyer” on his profile but he is a simple, humble man with a great love towards the mountains and village people. He plans the treks with a lot of care and ensures that there is no trace left behind.

After registration, I started taking jogging and stair climbing seriously. They say that running on sea level and trekking at higher altitudes is very different but in my opinion jogging at Kaikondrahalli lake and Shivaji Park definitely helped me. My flight to Delhi was from Terminal 2 of Mumbai airport. I visited the airport for the first time after its renovation. Here I was getting ready for the natural beauty however, I have to accept that I was thoroughly impressed by the artwork and magnanimity of the new airport. I felt like a village girl walking in large palace. When the flight landed in Delhi, I met the other three Mumbai nomads- Himanshu Rohilla, Gauri Dakhne and Shormistha Mukherjee. After that, we were going to be together for 8 days. While chatting at the airport, Gauri pointed out that my shoes were torn and a new worry hit me! How will my shoes survive such a long walk? Throughout my packing how did I miss out that the sole was coming off? Anand had clearly mentioned that one should avoid trainers. The same evening after reaching Renee’s guesthouse in Dehradun we managed to go to the city and I purchased Lomer trekking shoes. This turned out to be a very important purchase.

Next morning, I visited the beautiful Shakya Monastery. The monastery had beautiful paintings however, the monks were busy reciting so I could not explore much. After breakfast, we began our journey to Purola which is a small town on the banks of Yamuna about 142 km away. It takes about 4 to 5 hours because one cannot speed in the mountains.  I usually get sick in the mountains but this time I decided to avoid the pill which makes you drowsy and you cannot enjoy the journey. I kept chewing on ginger pieces that I got from the guesthouse. And it really worked! The hotel in Purola is built on a slope such that the winding road was reaching its terrace. From the ground floor one could go the market and from the terrace one could board the car!


To read Part 2 of this travelogue click here

2.Kalap Kaleidoscope

(Continued from part 1)
From Purola we drove to Govind Pashu Vihar National Park and sanctuary. At Netwar, it was time to bid good bye to tar road and the vehicle. The network had already vanished from the phone. Contact with the outer world stopped. For the first time, I realized that I was far away from the world. We met a local 14 year old boy called Ankush who was extremely happy to see Gary, who had visited Kalap last year. They both hugged each other as if they were buddies for ages. Gary gave him a cloth bag filled with the complete set of Harry Potter books.  This time, Gary was going to Kalap to teach English and he was going stay there for a month. He was all excited about it. Our bags were loaded on mules and our trek began. Soon it started raining.


The trek to Kalap is 11km long and it can take about 5 to 7 hours. It was through paddy fields and we had to cross several streams on the way. All the while, I was worried about my shoes getting wet. At some points, I had very little control over this and I had to step into puddles of water. Soon the socks were wet because rain water was sipping in from my calves and not through the soles of my brand new shoes. We were all drenched and stopped worrying about shoes getting wet. The clothes would get wet and dry off when the rain stopped. There was no point in worrying. On the way we stopped to have Bhel puri made by Gyan Singh- our guide and chef. The group split into two with Shormistha, Gary and I walking ahead and others following us. After 5 hours of walking through woods we started seeing rustic, wooden houses and little children started gathering around us. They welcomed us and took us to the right house through rocky streams. We were served hot tea followed by soup and complete hot meal of roti-sabzi, daal-chawal. We slept in different wooden houses in the vicinity of the trust office. Water coming from streams was channeled through a tap outside the toilet.  During the trek, I managed the journey on the same pair of jeans. I would change my T-shirt and undergarments occasionally. On the way back we had stopped in Kalap again. After trekking for 6 days I treated myself to a bath with just one bucket of hot water heated on wood fire. The wooden bathroom had openings on the top and bottom. Cold air was rushing in even though it was past noon. The hot water spa was simply superb! It is very hard to appreciate these small things if you live in a city with 24 hour water and electricity supply.


The next morning i.e. on August 15, we went for flag hoisting at the local school. The function was low key due to the recent death of a young woman who had cancer. Ashwini- the Environment science teacher employed by Kalap trust dressed up in a saree and kids loved to see their “didi” looking beautiful! Here, I saw that children really valued the work done by Anshu (English teacher) and Ashwini.  These young teachers have developed a rapport with the pupils and they bring in a variety of resources from the internet into the classroom. The classes begin at 2 pm after the regular government school and go till late evening. But the children did not show any signs of boredom or tiredness. In the night, there are adults who come to learn English and they are eager to learn about the outside world. It was interesting to see how Anshu has been using Harry Potter and Avengers to kindle interest in learning English. On my return journey, I reached Kalap on Friday afternoon. That evening, after Gary’s class I taught a Hindi song which speaks about notes of Hindustani classical music. The kids were from classes 6 to 9. They were very quick in learning the song. Shormistha taught them some Kathak steps and I also danced along. We played Kathak charades. It was a fun-filled evening with a lot of learning for me. 


After dinner, a few ladies came to chat with Gauri and me. They were curious about our lives. One of the girls had completed her bachelor's in Political science but was not sure about her future plans. Women appeared to be quite bold and hard-working. They had beautiful complexion and athletic built. Their clothes were old and simple. The houses had very little stuff.  Although, they go through a tough life of hardships, their tanned faces looked happy and contented! 


 To read Part 3 click here



3. Karba, Bangala, Beejay Dhar



(Continued from part 2)

After the Independence Day celebration in Kalap we had our “brunch” and started our trek to Bangla. This was a long and partly rainy day. But the trek was relatively simple. We walked for about 4-5 hours and covered 6 km. The downward slope from Karba top was very steep and slushy. Overall, all the treks were filled with ups and downs. I used to feel good when I was going upwards, but within a matter of an hour, there would be another valley or stream to cross! Although we were gaining height mostly it was never a continuous climb. The water of these streams was sparkling clean and it used to be a treat to drink this “mineral” water. I am happy that I managed this complete trip without purchasing packaged water. In fact, even in flights and road journeys, I managed with water-filled from hotels and streams. Anand has managed to get a water filter for camps. Luckily, there was no stomach infection at any point. 

We spent three nights in sleeping bags and tents. One at Bangala Bugyals (9500 ft) and two nights at Beejay Dhar (12000 ft). We slept in comfortable sleeping bags however, after the first night I had the fear of answering nature’s call in the middle of the night. Due to my age, I could never wait until the morning. All three nights it was raining incessantly and going till the toilet tent (which itself was a bliss!) used to be a challenge. By the third night, I had mastered the technique of getting out of the sleeping back, wearing trekking shoes and raincoat, holding an umbrella, torch, and walking stick.


The people in the mountains eat two big meals a day. Our brunch used to be at around 10 am just before setting off on the trek and we used to eat dinner in the evening. It seemed difficult on the first day when we did not get a lunch but soon I started eating dry fruits and bhel etc on the way. And most importantly, not eating a heavy lunch helped in keeping the pace. Each morning, I used to feel that we should start our journey early and reach early. This feeling is a result of my years of working in a school. Until a couple of months ago I was getting up at 5 am and was leaving the house at 7:10 am. It took me a few days to understand that it is alright to just go with the flow of Anand’s plan and enjoy the beauty of nature rather than trying to get ready early in the morning. Packing wet clothes and other stuff each morning was a big challenge. Though my backpack was just 8 kg, I felt there was too much stuff. I have to learn to minimize it further.


Bangala to Beejay Dhar had a few steep climbs where the paths were not very clear. But our team of Anand, Rajmohan, Gyan Singh and Mohan Singh were very helpful in guiding and giving a hand. They would give a lot of confidence and hope. However, their estimates of the duration of the walk were almost always on the lower side.

In this last phase, we went primal forests of deodar, pine, fir, rhododendron, fern. Some places had extremely dense canopies and large tree trunks. Colorful mushrooms were found everywhere. We witnessed a good play of rain and shine. We saw beautiful rainbows in several spots. At one spot close to Beejay Dhar there was a plateau where we saw a breathtaking view of green and silvery slopes and the mystical Swargarohini peak. Every minute the colors of the mountains would alter. When you are clicking something in one direction, you would miss something amazing behind you!


After reaching Beejay dhar(12000 ft) we all felt great but the rest day turned out to be rainy and we could not really walk ahead to the Bugyals. We waited for the sun to show up but sadly, it literally poured one whole night and day. It felt like doomsday. In the evening, the rain stopped for a while but white clouds kept floating around. At midnight, it felt as if we were the only people left on the earth, and any minute we too could be washed away. As if nature was teaching us a lesson, that we were helpless!




On the next day at Beejay, we were lucky to get sunshine early morning. Everyone got up and clicked pictures frantically as if the Sun was going to vanish again. We started our return journey to Karba. It was a long 5-6 hours walk (11.5 km). Although Gauri Dakhane was in pain she managed it very well.



I reached Karba with Anand and Anshu very early. After that, Anshu went back to Kalap the same evening and I walked down to Rajmohan’s Chhani. Many people in the mountains maintain two houses. One at a lower height where the families live during winter and kids study. This is like their head office. They have their farms on higher slopes and shepherds go to even higher places in the summer. The “branch office” at a higher altitude is called a “Chhani” which in my opinion means “Chhavani” or cantonment. Rajmohan’s father welcomed us and he had prepared bhel and chai for us. The old man plucked arbi ke patte from his yard and prepared a tasty meal on a wood fire. 
I sat down on the deck was admiring the vast mountain ranges ahead. Suddenly, I heard a few kids calling me from across the valley. They were inviting me to their house but I was too tired. So they came running across the rocks to see me. They had very cheerful, innocent faces.




That evening was remarkable because I could speak to my in-laws and convey that I am doing fine. Secondly, as the darkness was gripping the mountains, stars started twinkling beautifully. I sat alone on the deck as the others too tired and were sitting in the kitchen. I sat facing the eastern sky and kept staring at the full moon shining. It was certainly the most magical, stunning moon that I have ever witnessed. I can’t remember how long I sat there. In Beejay, I was longing so much to see the moon. My prayers were answered in Karba! The whole sky was brightened up with moonlight.

Epilogue
The whole experience of trekking through unknown terrains and with unknown people gave me a lot of confidence and courage. My worries and anxieties went away to some extent. At least, I learnt to catch the fears as they came to my mind.  I realized that when worries start bothering me, I should focus on the next step and take deep breaths. I learnt to balance my mind and body. The simple lives of mountain people and their state of contentment in meager earnings was a big lesson. Perhaps, I gave a lot of tension to my husband and my in-laws who were back in Mumbai. I am immensely grateful to them for allowing me to go. Many thanks to nomad friends from Mumbai and Kalap who made this trip possible!

Video: Kalap Kaleidoscope

THE NOMAD TRAIL ITINERARYAug 12
Arrive at Dehradun. Stayed at Renee's guesthouse
Aug 13
drive to Purola (140 kms, 5 hours)
Aug 14
After early breakfast, short drive Netwar. Trek to Kalap began (11 kms/5-7 hours summer)
Reached Kalap (7,800 ft) by levening. 
Accommodation: Stayed overnight in the village with families in traditional Garhwali wooden homes. 
Aug 15
Trek to Bangla Bugyal after flag hoisting (6 kms, 3-4 hours, 9,500 ft). 
Accommodation: Camped overnight in tents 
Aug 16
Start early on the hike upwards to the magical bugyals (7 kms, 6-7 hours, upwards of 12,000 ft). T
Accommodation: Camped overnight in tents
Aug 17
Rest day at Beejay Dhar (12000 ft)
Accommodation: Camp overnight in tents
Aug 18
Climbed down to Karba, (5 hours, 11.5 kms). 
Accommodation: Stayed overnight in the village with families in traditional Garhwali wooden home.
Aug 19
Climb down to Kalap (2 hours, 3.5 kms) 
Spent time with kids in Kalap.
Accommodation: Stay overnight in the village with families in traditional Garhwali wooden homes. 
Aug 20
Climbed down to Netwar (11kms, 4 hours). Transfer to Dehradun guest house


Fun filled Physics


When I studied Physics in school it meant a class was just a black and white text on a board. Our books were filled with formulas and definitions. I often wonder how I became a Physics teacher. What drew me into this so called dry and boring subject which is a nightmare of several students?   

In the eighties, Carl Sagan’s Cosmos used to come on National Television and also Star Trek was a popular TV show. These shows and visits to the Nehru Science Centre, Nehru Planetarium in Mumbai kindled an interest in the subject. I feel if you want to learn a subject, it must touch your heart first. It should stir an emotion because pure logic can get intimidating. I often experience this when I am camping in the mountains, away from city life and looking at the dark sky filled with Milky Way!

At TISB, we always bring in “touchy-feely” objects to the class. We have a good number of gadgets in the lab so that one can learn by doing an experiment. However, to learn Physics it is not really required to go to a formal lab one can explore the subject through several natural phenomena that are constantly happening around. I often encourage students to collect whatever scrap that is lying around. You never know what could turn out to be useful. Edison’s laboratory was full all types of scraps, odds and ends. You do not always need expensive instruments to learn a subject. Your imagination and creativity can do wonders.



In the last ten years, there have been several virtual laboratories (simulations) on the internet. With my students with an access to laptop I started showing them about these sites.  Photoelectric effect, Thermodynamic engine, HR diagrams, roller-coaster simulations are some of my students’ favorites.
Smartboard and multi-media turned out to be boons for teachers. I am able to bring in expert professors like Walter Lewin, Brian Cox, Neil De Grass Tyson, Derek Muller and Richard Dawkins to my class once in a while. I have learnt a lot from these Gurus and I am trying to incorporate some of their ideas in my classes. I love Prof. Lewin’s dedication in setting up and testing an experiment. Derek Muller’s humor when he goes on streets talking to people is hilarious. Brian Cox has a charm of a rock star and I absolutely enjoy how he explains the concept of entropy on a sandy desert. Richard Dawkins combines his love for Physics and Biology to explain several principles of Science and rationalism. My heartfelt appreciation to all of these teachers. My son Kabir is always the first one to tell me about a new video that gets uploaded.

I love to tell stories of scientists. Especially, women physicists whose life stories did not get much limelight. When I am teaching about nuclear fission, I invariably talk about Liz Meitner’s love life and her exile from Germany during WWII. When I am teaching about pulsars, I talk about Jocelyn Bell-Burnell’s story of Little Green Men! These stories help in generating interest.

My last tool for winning my students’ heart is talking about or showing a part of Science related films.  I have used Einstein’s Big Idea and Newton’s dark secrets by PBS Nova extensively. In the recent years, Interstellar, Gravity, Back to the Future, Contact, The Matrix, the Simpsons (Movie and serials) have been some of my personal favorites.

Nowadays, I get to hear about a lot of resources from my students because I can’t keep up with the growing pace of information technology available. I enjoy exploring and learning with them. Physics teaching and learning is really fun!

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