People Like Us, with hectic 'urban professional' lives will nod sagely in agreement with that old school poem.
But, there's a tribe whose profession it is now, to simply stand and stare. I often pass a bunch of them on my way to work, standing on the main roads.
Thin, dark, wiry and sweating profusely - despite the 'free' caps on their heads - these are yet another by-product of our labour-surplus economy: Human Billboards.
OK, so what these young fellows actually do is hold up a placard - a dozen of them standing at 5 metre intervals. The radio channels, which are currently fighting for supremacy in the morning listenership segment, seem to be the biggest patrons of this new 'medium class'.
Yesterday it was 'Fm Rainbow' trying to attract listenership to its morning program where Shruti Hassan was apparently singing live. A couple of weeks ago it was 'BIG 92.7' exhorting us to tune in to Tollywood stars like Tamanna and Asin hosting their morning show.
I feel sorry for those 'human billboards', many of their placards drooping in direct proportion to the mercury rising as the day progresses. On the other hand, in the books of a slum-kid it's probably good money for 'doing nothing'. That kid could be standing crushing stones in a quarry, expending hard physical labour, and still earning far less.
No doubt there is a middleman who 'supplies' these boys and makes the lion's share of it though!
Stareway to Heaven
However, what's more intriguing to me is the rise and rise of these 'stand and stare' jobs. If you are a lower middle class type, with sub-optimal educational qualifications, your 'dream job' today would probably be with a security agency.
Don a uniform, a dull vacant, stare and stand in air conditioned comfort at the local mall. I'm not saying the job isn't necessary - at one particular point it's amazing how many people are still wary of climbing onto escalators or doing so for the first time!
I suppose, most of these 'Human Billboards' are definitely doing it by choice. In fact they are happy that they could find an easy employment instead of doing other menial jobs and getting exploited out there. We educated ones in the society have a habbit of asking people not to do a particular job since we feel they are exploited but do these people have a choice. I have myself seen young kids who wash dishes by choice in Dhabas since they at least earn something there.
I am into recruitment and placement, and sadly I don't do anything better than sit and stare at my monitor. The only difference being, I sit and make more. But we all should respect the fact that someone or the other has to do these odd jobs. If nobody wants to clean the toilets, how will our toilets remain clean? If nobody wants to be hamaalis, how will we move our stuff? But we all seem to have a common goal, fill our stomach.
Not all human billboards are exploited 'child labour'. Many are doing it by choice - and at least in their mid to late teens.
Yesterday a colleague saw a bunch of women standing at a crossroad to promote a new show on Kalaingar TV (can't recall the name). There's even a pic of it in the Deccan Herald. So I guess business is thriving and there is 'equality' of employment opportunity. Although as the 'women' were not visible under the placards who knows what lay beneath :)
I see these often during my visit to Madras. I actually thought it was a better way to employ these kids. Its the same argument about sweat-shops in India-- but would you rather have the kids beg/do drugs or be abused by drunken parents or work 10 hrs a day in a sweat-shop?
I guess none of the options are favorable, but still...it's like a circle. there is no one answer to this question
- "...these are yet another by-product of our labour-surplus economy: Human Billboards." A different story out here in Madras. Sun TV advertises on television, requesting viewers to listen to its radio channel. Oh well, if they had hired me for the job, I would have provided a lot of billboard space - but I guess there is more than enough demand for losers.
So stand, and stare. No boughs, or sheep and cows, but I'll occasionally stare back from my car window - if that's any consolation.
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