Jolene Prins

Navigating Power Outages in the West

27th March 2024

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It is a quiet Friday afternoon in Amsterdam when suddenly the electricity fails. The circuit breaker, a switch governing most of our essential household appliances, has flipped to the “off” position and refuses to go back to “on”. In an attempt to relieve any electric overload happening in the house, we unplug absolutely everything — and yet the circuit breaker refuses to turn on, and we remain in the dark, literally and figuratively. The next day, we are greeted by no electricity, dead laptops, and phones as nothing could be charged. So much for my morning work call.

In Amsterdam, such an outage is a rare and unexpected occurrence. In Delhi, on the other hand, power cuts are so routine, we schedule our lives around them. Most remarkable was how life simply carried on. A diners in a restaurant became a romantic candlelight dinner, shoppers in the mall went on browsing merchandise as though nothing had happened. The only time it became really noticeable was in the summer months, when no electricity meant no air conditioning, and with temperatures soaring as high as 47°C, life became a bit unbearable. But apart from that, losing electricity was simply no big deal.

A little Adventure

After a while living in Delhi, I started to understand why our ironer, locally called the “presswala,” who came to our house to iron our clothes, used a coal-heated iron; the maid preferred to use a broom instead of a vacuum cleaner, and water could just as well be boiled in a pan instead of an electric kettle. Our cook regularly prepared our food over an open fire, which even tasted so much better. So, power cuts became a little adventure, where we were able to perform our daily tasks in a new way, or actually in the traditional Indian way.

We even had the “dibiya lights,” a small tool used to light poor households in rural India when the sun goes down, and some torches. The only thing I could never get used to was the heat when the air conditioning went out, but other than that, we learned to cope, and a power cut was no big deal for us either.

“Just like in India, the power outage means not being able to sleep from the heat.”

Thank God, Amsterdam is cold enough outside to use our porch as a fridge. But although nothing in the house can be turned on, for some reason, our heating cannot be turned off, and so the house temperature has soared from our usual 18°C to an oppressive 24°C. Just like in India, the power outage means not being able to sleep from the heat.

Given that our problem happened on a Friday afternoon, the repair company is unavailable. Here, it’s uncommon for workers to come out on a weekend that apparently starts on Fridays, whereas the electrons in Delhi are always available and in my experience always in the neighbourhood —which makes me start to rethink; the power cut events at home…

The porch also proves good for charging our electronic devices, and with unlimited data on our phones, we don’t feel like we are completely cut off from the outside world. However, we are without electricity and sweating to death in the heat, feeling nostalgic, like all those years ago back in Delhi. While our neighbours are complaining and struggling to cope when their electricity goes down, although it happens rarely, with the memories of our life there, we’ll make do here, and this power outage — however inconvenient — is no big deal for me or my girls.

N.B.: The electricity was fixed four days later. It appeared we had a broken socket in the laundry room.

About the author
Jolene has always had a strong connection to writing. While her professional work includes content for annual reports, websites, internal magazines, and company films, it’s the more personal, reflective writing that resonates most with her. She writes about what she observes, questions, and learns in everyday life. As Managing Director of a leadership communication agency THEY, Jolene divides her time between the Netherlands and India. Living and working in Delhi gives her the rare opportunity to experience local life up close—an experience that continues to shape both her perspective and her writing. Her blog offers reflections born from cultural friction as well as connection. She doesn’t write to explain, but to explore—and often gives voice to things others may have felt but not yet found the words for.

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