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              with the imperialism. Say no to Globalisation," hollers C.Y. 
              Park into a bullhorn, furiously waving a gigantic red-on-white placard. 
              The slogan is picked up by a motley crew of angry activists. Were 
              it not for their designer shades, New Balance trainers and pronounced 
              accents, Park and his comrades might be mistaken for a bunch of 
              rabid reds exercising their vocal chords on a wintry afternoon in 
              Kolkata's Brigade Parade ground. Only, Park is South Korean, the 
              venue is not red-citadel Kolkata but India's financial capital, 
              Mumbai, and Park and Co. have flown half way across the world to 
              unite with thousands of their ilk in the fight against globalisation.  To a bird, it must look as if a sea of humanity 
              has washed over the 65-acre Nesco ground in Mumbai suburb Goregaon. 
              On the ground, it is sheer bedlam. Sights and sounds explode in 
              a chaotic cacophony as 100,000 people simultaneously try to sing, 
              dance, talk, shout, wave, eat, and be heard. A group of ecstatic 
              tribals waltz down one road, elaborate headgear swaying to the beat 
              of the drums. Another group, this composed of bewildered map-clutching 
              middle-aged Japanese, scurries off the road as three men on 10-foot 
              stilts rush towards it. Petite silk headband-clad Tibetan girls 
              hand out 'Free Tibet' leaflets. And tactile Italians hug everyone 
              around like long lost friends. Drums pound, cymbals clang, pipes 
              do whatever pipes are supposed to do and somewhere a solitary bugle 
              lets out a soulful wail. An incessant stream of messages pours out 
              of the pa system. The air grows heavy with cries of "Zindabad, 
              Zindabad; No War, Only Peace; Stop the Killing", the alarmist 
              content further reinforced by gigantic flags, cardboard cutouts, 
              and ubiquitous placards.  In some ways, the World Social Forum is a bit 
              like the Matrix: no one can really tell you what it is, you have 
              to experience it yourself. One organiser calls it "A mobilisation 
              of public opinion". Another, "A platform for mass organisations 
              across the world to build alliances and raise a resounding cry against 
              globalisation and neo-liberal economic policies." Conceived 
              as an alternative (a word oft used during the five days) to the 
              yearly fat-cat World Economic Forum in the Swiss resort of Davos-scheduled 
              to start after the WSF ends-the first WSF was held in the Brazilian 
              town of Porto Alegre, the Jerusalem for all those into alternative 
              causes, in 2001. "We knew we had to take the forum out of Brazil 
              and India was the first choice," says Chico Whitaker, Founder, 
              Convener, and the "moving spirit" behind WSF. 
              
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                | Peace and protests against war were recurring 
                  themes at the WSF jamboree |  Under the gargantuan sheds of an abandoned engineering 
              factory this hotchpotch coalition of protectionist labour unions, 
              gender activists, card carrying communists, environmentalists, farmers, 
              peasants, anti-sweat shop protesters, anti-genetic food activists, 
              and antelope savers huddles, for five days and nights living out 
              the WSF motto: Another World is Possible. Every fringe, alternative, 
              minority, dispossessed group one can imagine is here; 2,660 organisations 
              from 132 countries, participating in a staggering 1,200 events that 
              span plenary sessions, conferences, panels, round tables, workshops 
              solidarity meetings, street theatre, film shows, rallies, and marches.  There is no issue or cause that this rag tag 
              bunch of activists doesn't attack with characteristic zeal and aplomb. 
              From land, water, and food sovereignty, to patriarchy and gender 
              discrimination, to militarisation, social security and workers rights, 
              to gay activism and third world debt, everything is fiercely debated 
              and dissected. It doesn't matter what it is as long as you are angry 
              and not afraid to show it. 
               
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                | Ecstatic tribals waltzed down roads, their 
                  elaborate headgear swaying to the beat of drums |  With his flowing dreadlocks interspersed with 
              multicoloured beads and psychedelic T-shirt, Marco Somma looks more 
              like a Rastafarian than a member of Movimento Non-Violento, a Rome-based 
              organisation inspired by Mahatma Gandhi. "We are against the 
              war in Iraq and have come here to protest," says Marco's brother 
              Andrea in faltering English. Tomokazu Kuroba, clad in a purple kimono, 
              is trying to talk to me even as others from the 80-strong East Japan 
              Railway Workers bang away gleefully on bowl-shaped Japanese drums. 
              Between politely bowing and juggling a range of printed pamphlets, 
              he gets me to sign up for a campaign supporting labour solidarity.  WSF 2004 doesn't boast sniffer dogs and stretch 
              limos and Swiss chalets, but its roster of special invitees would 
              be at home equally on the snowy slopes of Davos. Nobel laureates 
              Shirin Ebadi and Joseph Stiglitz are here, as is anti-war activist 
              and British Labour party mp Jeremy Corbin, author turned social 
              activist Arundhati Roy, Medha Patkar, and Jose "Asterix" 
              Bove, the French farmer and activist with a penchant for wrecking 
              McDonald's outlets.  Delegates brave Mumbai trains, hard camp beds, 
              and alien tongues to hear their heroes. The Evil Triangle of IMF, 
              World Bank and WTO is ruthlessly attacked as are selfish and rapacious 
              multinationals.  
               
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                | 160 food stalls and 30 beverage outlets sold, 
                  among others, Chinese, Korean, Thai food |  Then, there's the food court: 160 food stalls 
              and 30 beverage outlets selling Chinese, Korean, Thai, South Indian, 
              Maharashtrian, Konkani, you-name-it food. A blonde Finn sits on 
              the ground, surrounded by illiterate farmers from interior Maharashtra, 
              polishing off spicy curry-rice off a leaf plate. A South Korean 
              coyly shares piping hot idlis with two vivacious French students. 
              A middle aged Spanish lady is trying out a plate of pani-puris. 
              Coke and Pepsi are banned (naturally!) and delegates have to be 
              content with indigenous Kokum and bottles of mineral water. Just across the busy Western Express Highway, 
              and a few hundred metres from WSF's venue, Darshan Pal, clad in 
              a white shirt and grimy khaki cargos is squatting in a corner of 
              the dais. Full bearded, muscled, and swarthy it's not difficult 
              to visualise the convener of Mumbai Resistance 2004 for the firebrand 
              leader he is. "They (WSF) are separating globalisation from 
              capitalism and imperial domination and that just can't be done," 
              he rants. A loose confederation of 300 ultra-left national and international 
              organisations, Mumbai Resistance is holding a forum of its own, 
              to protest WSF's protest forum. Apart from being fed up with WSF's 
              conciliatory approach, Mumbai Resistance is against the forum being 
              funded by cash rich (and by extension, imperialist) bodies such 
              as Oxfam and Action Aid. For the record, three organisations, the 
              Netherlands-based Hivos and Novib and UK-based Oxfam are said to 
              have contributed 60 per cent of the WSF's Rs 12 crore budget. Rebuts 
              Nandita Shah, a member of WSF's Finance committee, "Forget 
              cash rich, we're running a budget deficit of more than a crore." 
               
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                | Utopian dreams apart, views remained as divergent 
                  as ever when it came to offering alternatives |  At the end of the day, WSF is obviously more 
              about participation than prescription. Despite all the capitalist-bashing, 
              very few alternative ideologies are proposed. High on rhetoric and 
              sophistry, the speakers successfully pull down existing structures 
              but are unable to articulate feasible alternative structures. Participants 
              are convinced that if, in the past, protests against capitalism 
              produced a whole new set of social and economic ideologies like 
              communism, socialism, and fascism, there is no reason why a new, 
              coherent, universal ideological alternative to globalisation cannot 
              emerge.   With a goatee and wire-rimmed glasses Lev Gossman 
              exemplifies the leitmotif of the meet. A 21-year-old Jewish student 
              from California who swears by contemporary hip-hop artists like 
              Dead Prez, Most Def, and Talib Kweli, he belts out his personal 
              rap-inspired ode to WSF, set to a syncopated bass beat.  "Lyrically, I bring out the synergies,Interaction of discrete agencies,
 Bringing the sum of the parts together,
 Am not so strong individually."
  And the applauding throng around the dais clambers 
              aboard, joining him in an impromptu jig. |