Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Desk Officer Visit

“…and halfway into the year you will be visited by your Desk Officer to catch up with how your year’s going. This is an essential part of your OCN qualification.” Rustle of pens across paper, frantically trying to capture this scrap of information before it get lost in the morass of new information swirling round our tried brains.

 Later when the chaos of training was over the Desk Officer (DO) visit seemed like a lifetime away. 


But suddenly it’s the night before, tossing and turning in our newly scrubbed room, thoughts of inadequacy and impending judgement making it impossible to sleep. “I haven’t achieved enough and my class still misbehave, what if… I should have…..”

Exhaustion had its benefits at least, had no energy to be nervous. 


When he finally arrived it was semi-surreal to see a familiar face standing in the courtyard of my new home. In the past six months I’d managed to transform the DO visit into Judgement day. All these fears evaporated with Tom’s friendly greeting. My DO Tom coincidently was the one who all that time ago in my High School Lecture Theatre introduced Project Trust to me in the first place. How far I've come since then.   

 The visit passed in a whirlwind of meeting people, interviews and lesson observations. 


After weeks of worrying, sitting across from the Principal hearing her praises was a huge relief. When everyday is a series of challenges; plans I've laboured over never quite working out, classes who despite constantly telling them to “vinnandi” (listen) never shut up, living with 500 nosey children and my never ending list of goals and capacity for self-criticism…  Well it’s easy to lose track of the achievements. 

The wise and wonderful Principal was pertinent in making me realize the impact we have on the pupils goes beyond education. She was very happy with the affection and friendship that exists between us and our pupils. Tom was told that the pupils’ English had improved thanks to us conversing with us and the children enjoy our lessons –phew! It was validating to hear her praise. I felt appreciated which is always a welcome feeling.  

There was also a meeting with our host, the school’s founders Dr & Mrs Goud. This went very well. The benefits of having (so far) seven years of PT volunteers were discussed. Long may it continue!  

Of course Tom was treated to the customary tour. I love taking people round Devnar and showing them all the various facets of this institution, every time the visitors reactions are priceless – wide eyes, a million questions. These tours always renew my admiration of the work Devnar does for the blind. 

Thankfully my pupils were on their best behaviour and I had one of my best ever lessons, they were enthusiastic and responsive. I was able to demonstrate my various teaching techniques such as ukulele sing-a-longs. 



All this was great for Tom to learn about our work and lives here but for me the interview was equally as educational. He asked all the right questions to make me really think about my experiences, achievements, challenges and personal growth since coming to India. 

This chat let me think. Now I can admit that initially it was all very overwhelming. I was unsure of what exactly I should be doing and had a lot of expectations which weren't being met. I’ve realized how much I've undermined my own achievements. For instance, a mere 4 months ago the idea that my class would behave would have seemed hilarious. Since then I’ve considered the reasons for their behaviour and realized the mistakes I made in communication and discipline. I’ve started using various techniques such as a sticker chart for positive reinforcement and found fun engaging activities for the children who now find English more interesting. Little things which make it all worthwhile. 

Living with 500 children (plus others) was exhausting. This affected my opinions and actions. Getting over myself and making friends with pupils instead of acting like a strict and proper teacher has made my life much more fun. The little “Konsham” Telugu I know has made communicating with everyone easier. Slowly everything falls in to place. Now I feel very at home here and I appreciate it all the more knowing how long it’s taken. 

Project Trust know what they’re doing. This visit was added proof for me that I made the right choice. Leaving all I knew behind to experience ea new life and culture while making a difference is something I’ve always wanted to do. Without PT I wouldn’t have been a bit lost as exactly what was possible to experience and achieve. I’ve found the OCN a huge help in guiding me and keeping me on track.  A year is a long time but I’ve been amazed at how fast it’s flown by. Each month things evolve and I can appreciate how much I’d have understood about the country and been able to experience at each stage. For example a month here would have shown me the chaos of Indian and left me terrified of teaching but six months has shown me the joys of teaching! I’m now a part of a global PT volunteering community sharing experiences. 
Selection, fundraising and Training were all great preparation for this year. Our Indian Reps are helpful. The support network is reassuring. So all in all good job PT! (Tom’s parting gift of mini eggs was in no way a bribe….) 

TLDR: Everything went better than expected!



Off for a Picnic in the Republic





February was off to a good start as we swapped lessons with lunching in a park. Of course there’s no such thing as a free lunch as the cramped, sweaty bus ride (I know the stated capacity was 70 people, but 100 is barely over that right?) proved but it was worth it.  


The temporary escape from concrete walls into the fresh air and dappled sunlight was good for my soul. 

Finally let loose, the kids made the most of the freedom by running around, climbing, tentatively sliding and swinging on an industrial scale swing.  I couldn’t fully relax, there always seemed to be a child moments away from injury or needing the toilet - trials of being a responsible adult. 




Honestly, I just loved seeing the kids having a great time in the sunshine and being able to help them explore the world and share their joy at their discoveries. 





Friday, 24 January 2014

Rajasthani Holibags!



Back home at Devnar after my second epic Indian holiday.

Our last job before escaping school was to test LKG with various activities. They did us proud. Anna and I were able to go off and enjoy the School holidays.


Spending most my days in one building it’s easy to forget just how insanely huge India is. From all the inexhaustible options, we opted for venturing North to the state of Rajasthan. A mere 1300 kms from Hyderabad (to put that into perspective, the entire length of the UK, Lands end to john O 'Groats is 970kms). In true backpacker style sleeper train being the cheapest option was the way to go.  15 quid to go that far and back! Plus meals thanks to our incredibly generous fellow passengers. Four days on board in total, an adventure in itself. 

Arrived at Ajmer station at 3am where we were greeted by the amazing and very brave Emily and Kat (forever grateful for their sacrifice of a good night’s sleep!). Our fellow PT volunteers were on holiday from their School in Gujarat.

Cracked the trusty guidebook open, let the tourism begin! Being in the privileged position of living in the same country I’m traveling in does give me a different perspective and makes my tourist periods feel like another life.

Anyway, Ajmer seems to be the place for Jain temples. Jainsm is an ancient religion that prescribes a path of non-violence towards all living beings and spirituality which involves freeing oneself from bodily pleasures. I was blown away with the beauty and intricacy of the temples. One temple containing the entire creation story in a dazzling diorama crafted hundreds of years ago contrasted with the open air of a brand new garden temple complex.











 
Section of the Diorama




Jainism wasn’t the only religion we discovered. Visited my first ever mosque, careful to dress appropriately. Enjoyed quietly meandering through this beautiful building.



Next on our whistle-stop tour was an old mountain colonial post. We all clambered into an already full jeep and twisted up hairpin bends that defied logic. Rewarded for stomach churning ride with breathtaking views. Turns out people live all the way up here, the mountaintop town was full on narrow alleyways and sadly beggars.










Back safe on the ground, we relaxed by the lake. I had another first timing, yep never been on a Pedalo before.

Friend Emily - Happy about being able to relax while we do all the peddaling
  

The sights of Ajmer were thoroughly seen. 



A cramped bus ride and bumpy auto ride later we reached Barefoot College.

 
Riding in style - amazed we didn't lose anyone when the driver got lost on the bumpy desert road!


 Now this was a dream come true for me. Since my time came as a child when the wrongs of the world were revealed to me it become an obsession to know all about the problems and solutions. So long before gap years were on the horizon I discovered the works of Barefoot thanks to that famous TED Talk. At that time the thought of possibly visiting the College would have been laughable. But, a sign of crazy my life has become I found myself standing in the gateway a mere 2 years later. It exceeded all my expectations. They really know what they’re doing in providing numerous community development programs. It would take an entire new blog to do these works justice; I encourage you to check out their website.


Posing with a some of the local women who make biodegradable affordable sanitary pads to help provide sanitation
 
Campus is solar powered


Solar Granny rom Mexico showed me what she's been learning in order to take back to her village and electrify it

Solar Grannies learn to engineer all this, looks really complicated


Puppets are used by the communication team to educate people and act as go betweens during disputes



Locally made solar power cooker

 
Traditional musicians. Great music, new friends taught us how to dance


Met lots of engaging and inspiring people, both residents and visitors. 





Sad to leave but the lure of Scenic Pushkar was too hard to resist!
 
Bathing ghats line the edge of Pushkar lake


Temple


Pushkar was the most beautiful and touristy place I’ve ever been in India so far. As a beautiful ancient Hindu pilgrimage site drawing the devout to the lake with bathing Ghats and temples the place attracts visitors from all over the world. I loved it here wandering the narrow streets glimpsing monkeys, admiring beautiful architecture and spotting temples. Views from the rooftop restaurants of the knife-edge hills and Mirror Lake were sublime. Not all gazing around in wonder though, managed to do some things I’ve always wanted to do. Got my ears and nose pierced for a fiver (don’t worry it was safe and clean). And even better GALLOPED through the desert on a MARWARI! 


Two incredibly cramped bus rides later we arrived in Bikaner.


Camel time! These lumpy beasts had drawn us all the way up there to trek in the desert. This genius plan was to go in the winter to save my poor ginger self from sizzling to a crisp under the desert sun. So instead of frying it was freezing! Wore a woolen jumper and my new woolen shawl most of the time. The riding was actually very relaxing, rocking along on a camel letting my troubles drift away. Fresh cooked curry sustained us. Slept that night under the stars with all the creature comforts and two duvets to insulate us from the desert chill. Up to masala omelets and riding back to civilization.   






Just in time for Bikaner Camel Festival. As we were staying with the camelman himself we got the most out the experience. The tourist office dressed us in Traditional Rajasthani costume then paraded us on horse-drawn carts alongside decorated camels. Cue waving at adoring crowds and posing for photos, we all felt like royalty. The celebrations congregated in the football stadium where we were treated to dancing, camels and dancing camels. Quite a spectacle.

No time to rest, sleeper train at midnight. Of course no sleeping was possible in freezing compartment. Five hours later we all stumbled tired and grumpy into the dark of Jodhpur.
Tour of Jodhpur in a space auto revealed beautiful gardens, palaces and the bustling Sardar Market.

Last day was spent exploring Mehrangarh Fort, the iconic fort which looms over the blue city. Off to an exciting start with not one but six zipwires zigzaging  across the battlements and rocky ravines surround the fort. Now as someone with a height phobia this was a daunting prospect. But determined to make the most of my time in India I went for it. It. Was. Awesome. Best way to experience the stunning views by flying past them! 


 
View of the fort from Jodhpurs


View of Jodphur from the fort


Celebrated our survival by exploring the fort which we thoroughly audio guided. Fantastic building steeped in history.
Sadly our holiday came to an end - didn’t want to say goodbye to our fellow travelers. It was fantastic to catch up with them and compare teaching experiences. We had an amazing time and had some unforgettable experiences.
Glad to be back at school though. Every time my holidays end it feels like coming home when I return to Devnar. Great to catch up with the children and staff.
Time has flown by and I’m almost five months in. Almost halfway already which is scary but motivating. Need to make the most of what time I have left. I’ve got a lot I want to teach my pupils and some projects in the works.
Again I’m amazed by how unbelievably lucky I am. Been able to visit the jungle in one holiday and the desert in the other all in the same country. Thanks a million to everyone who has supported me in this.