Back in Jersey

Hi everyone,

I've been back in New Jersey since getting in at 4:30am on Thursday morning. I missed celebrating my birthday here in the States (and Continental didn't think it was worth giving me first class for), but more or less it was a pretty smooth flight. I've been battling jet lag and this weird sickness that has left me with a runny nose and crazy bouts of sneezing - but hopefully it'll pass over the next couple of days.

When talking about traveling overseas and coming back to the US, I've always heard of the topic "reverse culture shock," meaning the culture shock that you get when you return to your home country after being away for a certain amount of time. I have to say that during the last two or three weeks of my trip, I really felt like I started to click with the lifestyle I was living in India and that it became less of a "this is temporary" lifestyle. I had a routine of everyday things, didn't have to worry about what I would be eating for dinner or how to get from point A or point B, and really started to feel like I was getting to know a lot of the people around me both at work and outside of work. It's sad that things had to end so quickly after they were working out so well!

There have been some adjustments coming back to the US. I haven't been in such a quiet environment (my house...and my town) in a while. Nor have I seen a grocery store the size of Shop Rite or cars as big as American SUV's. To reference the sizes of cars, a Toyota Corola is considered a big car in India. Even as I've been driving around over the past couple of days, it's been tempting to honk my horn expecting the person in front of me to yield to me and the drive with the assumption that no police officer is going to pull me over.

But more or less, things will be moving quickly and I will be going back to Ann Arbor this Thursday. Even though I'm back in the States, there are still a couple things that I wanted to write about regarding the last couple of days and some conclusions that I came while overseas, so it might sound like I'm writing as if I'm still there. But for everyone that has been reading, thanks for stopping by and I'm looking forward to talking with some of you about your thoughts and my experiences!

"India's Goldfinger"

Today is my last day in India. I arrived back safely from Hyderabad last night and stayed with a friend for a night. This morning, we woke up and made omelets and watched the Olympics together. The papers have been raving about Abhinav Bindra, the first Indian to win an individual goal medal ever. Since cricket dominates the sports scene across the entire country - many people have never really considered India to be a sporting nation. Abhinav's win was huge for the entire country, it represents a step towards legitimizing India in world sports outside of cricket. He won his medal in the 10m air rifle - I watched the final round from my hotel room in Warangal. On the last shot of the round, he was tied with a shooter from Finland. One last shot to determine gold. Bindra shot a 10.8 - a really good score, while the shooter from Finland marked under 10, a big disappointment considering he was leading most of the way. All media has been going crazy and the endorsements have been flowing in for this Indian hero.

Since my flight is at 10:50pm tonight, I have the day to roam around one last time and finally do some shopping. I'm going to give my bargaining skills a test and see how much I can get with the last couple thousand of rupees I have left (you can't bring rupees outside of the country). Alvida!!

Testing My Travel Luck

Today is my last day in the New Delhi office of the Public Health Foundation of India. I will be leaving for Hyderabad in the southern state of Andhra Pradesh this Sunday because our organization happens to be hosting a conference on "public health education in low and middle income countries" from August 12-14th. Even though I am coming back to the United States on the 13th, I still wanted to check the conference out for the sake of being able to hear at least a couple big public health figures speak as well as see another city/region of India.

Originally, I was going to meet up with a person from an organization called Acumen Fund, but it turns out she's going to be in Pakistan so it didn't work out. I luckily came across something else though. When I was having dinner with Dr. Seetharam last week, he introduced me to one of his friends who founded an organization called Modern Architects for Rural India. The people working in the organization are not "architects" per se, in that they are not designing buildings and building bridges in rural India. Instead, they refer to themselves as being "social architects," guiding people through different challenges in development work and designing initiatives that meet their needs. From what I've heard and read so far, they work ranges in areas ranging from HIV/AIDS to microcredit enterprise to sustainable agricultural development. Mr. Murali, founder of MARI, has agreed to let me visit some of the sites of the organization for two days, which is awesome news considering it will be a lot on the lines of what I saw when I was in Karnataka and Swami Vivekananda Youth Movement.

The travel schedule is going to be a little crazy. It will be a huge success if everything goes smoothly, but since I'll be new to the area, I'm a little nervous as to how everything is going to pan out. Because I'm not interested in spending 3,000 rupees to get around between Hyderabad and MARI (I should be brave enough to try some more conventional, everyday forms of transportation now), I'll have to try some new forms of transportation, like bus and train. I spent a couple hours at work today planning it out, so hopefully all will go as planned.

Sunday -
-7:30am flight from New Delhi to Hyderabad
-9:15am arrival into Hyderabad
-take bus from Hyderabad airport into city (about 1-1.5 hour ride without traffic)
-sight see around the city, try some biryani (Hyderabad special), shop for friends and family (I heard pearls are the specialty here, but can cost over 100,000 rupees).
-6:00pm get to the Secunderabad Train Station (hopefully I don't go to the wrong one, there's three) and get ready to board my train
-6:55 train leaves for Warangal (location of MARI)
-9:00pm train arrives into Warangal, take auto-rickshaw to hotel
-rest up and get ready for Monday!

Monday-day for field visits to the following sites:
-Parakala and Warangal, sites for HIV/AIDS work
-lunch with a couple staff members
-Visit to tribal habitations, which is a sustainable agriculture project
-Visit to Annaram, a women enterprise group working on nutrition for sustainable development
-back to the hotel and get ready for Tuesday!

Tuesday-busy travel day, again.
-9:00am-10:00am meeting with Mr. Murali, founder and chief functionary of Modern Architects for Rural India
-10:30am catch bus from Warangal back into Hyderabad
-1:30pm arrive into Hyderabad, take auto-rickshaw to Taj Hotel in downtown. This is where our conference on public health education is being held.
-until 6:00pm, attend different lectures going on and say bye to colleagues, contacts, and friends that I've made over the past seven weeks
-6:00pm take taxi to Hyderabad airport, which is technically not in Hyderabad. Hopefully reach by 8:00pm.
-8:00pm check in for Air Deccan flight back to New Delhi
-8:55pm flight back to New Delhi
-11:00pm arrive into New Delhi, take another taxi to (insert new apartment here).

Since I only rented my new apartment in Gautam Nagar for one month, that means it technically ends this Sunday when I'm supposed to leave. That leaves me three days short before I leave India. I'm going to meet with the landlord today to see if I can keep my bags in my room for a couple days at no charge. If that doesn't work out (as in they make me pay an extra months rent for 3 days), I'll have to look around for a place to keep my stuff and a place to sleep on Tuesday night when I return from Hyderabad. Though this is my last day in the office, I still feel like I have quite an adventure before me!

Props if you read this far!

India in San Francisco

I was looking through some of my old pictures from a while back at work today and I stumbled across this one, taken with a bunch of people I grew up with when we were on a missions project in the Tenderloin districts of San Francisco. I can't remember why we decided to stop and climb all over this India sign that was on the sidewalk somewhere, but I do remember a lot of homeless shelters, urban culture, and fireworks on the bay while we were there. When I saw this picture today, I asked myself, "what did you think and what did you know about India when you saw this on the sidewalk?" I probably would have said "cool sign" and "not much, besides many of my friends from high school are Indian and that there is a huge Hindu temple five minutes from my house." For anyone who's from the east coast and knows of Hindu temples in the region, I live in Bridgewater, New Jersey.

A lot has changed since this picture was taken in 2004. I've graduated high school and am about to enter my senior year like I was in this picture. I've learned a lot more about India and experienced it firsthand. I've traveled to a couple countries in the mean time and developed a sincere appreciation for experiencing and tasting other cultures. One thing hasn't changed though, I'm still roommates in Michigan with the guy sitting on the left. Hi Jon!

Wordle

I found this nifty little website on a blog that I read once in a while on media, culture, and faith. The website is called Wordle, and it basically takes all the words on a particular website (in this case, I used my blog) and creates a word mirage based on the frequency of words used throughout the website. I was interested in what this website would look like if "wordled" so I gave it a try. I'm glad that "people" is amongst the biggest ones but I'm surprised at some of the larger words. At the end of my trip I'm going to do one final Wordle and see what were some of the most emphaisized things that I wrote about over the course of my trip.

Agra

This past weekend, we finally made it to Agra to see the Taj Mahal. It's about four hours away by car, so we were out on the road by 6:30am to get there before all the crowds arrived. A lot of people don't actually what it is. Some people think it's a temple, some a government building, but it's actually a tomb. It was built as a mausoleum by an emperor for his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal. I've heard different stories about the construction of the monument, that the emperor brought in thousands of workers and cut their hands off so that they couldn't build another beautiful structure like the Taj ever again.

There's a lot more than meets the eye when you look at the beautiful building. As we walked through it, we noticed a lot of inscriptions and carvings all over the walls and ceilings of the place. It turns out there are passages of the Quran written throughout. One other really interesting thing about the way the Taj was constructed is how the designs of all the flowers and designs were placed onto the stone marble structure. From far away, one might guess that maybe they were engraved or painted on, but what we learned was that every single flower and design was put together by what could end up being hundreds of small shards of different stones arranged in a particular pattern. Each stone had to be the exact color desired for the design and was hand cut to fit its exact place on the wall. We found out that a simple flower could have over a hundred tiny shavings put together to get the image of a flower.


We walked around outside the local Agra markets and stumbled across a shop that was making handicrafts in the same way the designs in the Taj Mahal were made. There were about eight guys sitting next to their wheels, carving tiny stones in precise shapes to make things like flowers and leaves to be placed on boxes and plates. The guy next to me is either telling me to "watch my hand" or "not to touch" (there were about 7 flowers laid out right next to me that hadn't been glued together yet).


Of course, our friend Caroline was like a celebrity again!


...I thought this was slightly humorous.


Group picture of the four of us - myself, Jin from UPenn med school, Caroline, and Emily from UPenn nursing and UMich alum 04!


Besides the Taj Mahal, the other big site to visit is the Agra Fort. It's similar to the Red Fort in New Delhi and was built in the 17th century as a military outpost. This picture is of the entrance once we entered. We heard that this fort was built specifically to have ambiguous entrances so that the enemy wouldn't know where to invade from.


As different rulers came to power over the course of history, each ruler decided to add different things to the fort. As we walked through, we saw things ranging from a mosque to a tomb. This was another space on the inside with intricate carvings and designs like we found at the Taj Mahal.


Picture of a pond inside of the fort. Just kidding! It's monsoon season and it rained really heavily for about an hour just as we were leaving the Taj. We felt bad for a couple reasons - one, the line to get in was really long just as it started to rain and two, the streets started flooding badly soon after the downpours came and our car probably splashed quite a few bikers and walkers trying to keep dry!

Culture Shock #1: Food

While I would say that I experience some degree of culture shock every single day, there are certain recurring themes that are always there that remind me that I am away from home. One of the aspects is food. The other is family structure, but I'll save that for another time.

To highlight the shock that I experienced upon coming to India, I should describe my food situation in Ann Arbor, where I attend school. To get to a decent grocery store, you have to have a car. That, or you can take a 30 minute bus one way and carry all your groceries back to your place after another 30 minute bus ride back. As a result, eating fresh vegetables and fruits consistently was fairly difficult unless I bought things that lasted a long time, like carrots and grapefruit. But even then, I could only stir fry things so many ways before even that became old. To survive, I would end up eating out most of the time, often with friends or groups to catch up or talk over some particular issue. My favorite spots were Buffalo Wild Wings, TK Wu (Chinese restaurant), and No Thai (A "Thai" restaurant - but not quite). Not the healthiest spots to eat, but that's what a college student has to do to survive. For some reason I always tended to round out a day by making a stop of Pancheros or Big Ten (burrito joints) or ordering a late night special from NYPD (10inch pizza and large soda for 5.95 including delivery). Definitely not contributing years onto my life.

My diet in India has been completely different. To start, I've eaten meat probably about five times and since my visit to SVYM, I decided to give vegetarianism a try. Every dish is cleverly disguised with some sort of tasty spice or unique combination of vegetables that makes me forget about craving for meat. I always used to joke around in the beginning of my stay that I loved everything that I ate, but had no idea what I was eating. I would say that the difference vegetables make in the food here is that in the US, they would simply be a complement to the main course/dish that I would be eating whereas here it is the highlight of a particular dish that we'd be eating. You can't escape from vegetables!

Another thing that's different is the way people get their food. I haven't seen any Shop Rites or Kroger's or Meijers. The largest grocery store that I've seen is called Spencer's, and I can walk up and down the isles in about ten minutes. People always seem to buy a bag of vegetables here and another bag there, and often off the streets in a local market. I remember back to my first apartment where I lived for two weeks and how there was hardly any fresh fruits and vegetables in the fridge because Ramu or Haresh would buy them fresh nearly everyday. On the note of freshness, I was shocked when someone at work this week couldn't believe that I was eating leftovers that were 24 hours old. Apparently the night before is fine, but the day before is inconceivable! I responded by telling her that normally, if it doesn't have mold or fungi, it's fair game. You can guess her response...

People are so disciplined about their food too, at least the people that I've met. It's accepted that everyone eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner. During the school year, I almost never ate breakfast, unless I managed to stay up late enough to make a 6am Denny's run. They also eat lunch and dinner a little later than I would be used to as well (lunch at around 1-2pm and dinner after 8:30-9pm). When I got my body type done by the Ayurvedic doctor at SVYM, I was told that for my "body type," I should stick to regular meals high in salty foods, fruits, and vegetables. While the vegetarian decision hasn't been too bad at all here in New Delhi, I'm questioning how easy it will be to maintain when my dad does his special recipe bbq for the family when I get back!

Off to the Taj Mahal this weekend!


Nothing can beat this meal right now. Meals typically have some type of bread (naan or roti), a "daal" (which is any dish that has pulses/legumes/nitrogen fixing plants...aka potatoes, lentils, chickpeas), a dry curry/gravy dish, and what people usually call "salad" which is usually tomatoes, onions, and cucumbers cut into several pieces. Those green peppers at the top are really spicy. They say the smaller they are, the hotter for your mouth. My record in one sitting is five!


I got to visit Dr. Seetharam from SVYM who's in Delhi for a conference. He was staying at a pretty nice hotel, where they converted these old train cars into actual rooms. They were quite comfortable.


Inside one of the train cars/Dr. Seetharam's room.

Meeting the People Where They Are - Part 2 (for fans of Partners in Health)

I arrived safely back into New Delhi on Sunday evening, no problems. The security at Bangalore airport was pretty intense – I had my bags searched multiple times and boarding pass checked many more times than normal. They almost confiscated all of my camera batteries that weren’t already loaded into the camera (I had about 15). All in all, it was smooth and there weren’t any problems.

My time at Swami Vivekananda Youth Movement was one of those experiences where you look back and you say, “That was only one week?” I guess I’d say that because each and every single day that I was there was filled with opportunities and chances to take part in something I had never seen before. Whether it was the hospital rounds or mobile clinics or trips to the ayurvedic hospital, each stop along the way taught me something about the vision of the organization. I’ve been able to see how coming in with the desire to observe public health initiatives, that “public health” is so much more than what can be fit in the confines of a hospital or office.

I mentioned Partners in Health because many people are familiar with Dr. Paul Farmer’s organization and have read Tracy Kidder’s book, Mountains Beyond Mountains. Swami Vivekananda Youth Movement began with the very same vision and reason – tribals living in the rural areas of south Karnataka were flooded out of their homes by the construction of a dam in the areas where they were living. Out of compassion and concern for their healthcare – a group of doctors in the 80’s began SVYM to provide healthcare to these tribals with whatever it took.

But they realized after a couple years that treating the needs of these people with their medical skills could only do so much. What happens if you treat a child for diarrhea and he went back to his village and drank the very same dirty water and got sick again? What if an entire generation of girls grew up and none of them could read? How could you teach people that the polio vaccine was something to save you from a potentially life threatening disease and not a way to make you infertile?

And so they started schools. They began promoting clean sanitation and water practices. They envisioned creative initiatives to teach women about family planning and ante-natal care. For many of the tribals and non-tribals alike, there were many obstacles that needed to be overcome before a sincere trust in SVYM was garnered. But for every obstacle, there was an innovative solution devised that was alongside the vision. People were taught that it was okay and desirable to have a toilet in the vicinity of their house. People were charged a mere 2 rupees to reinforce the value of seeking healthcare even if nothing was wrong with them.

One of the simplest but profound lessons that I learned at my one week at SVYM started even before I got on the plane to Bangalore. I’d once heard a story of a group of aid workers in Africa who decided to bless the tribals they were working with by giving them a huge batch of eggs as a gift. Delighted, the tribals accepted the eggs and consequently killed all of their chickens for food, not realizing that the eggs given to them by the workers would eventually run out. When they finished their eggs, they were left with a huge challenge that the workers were not there to help them through – how were they going to get more eggs? Similarly, I heard a story like this one at SVYM. At one point, the government had allotted a certain amount of money for the construction of toilets in the rural areas. The people were left asking though, “What’s a toilet?” “Why would I want that?” “Where am I going to get the water to flush it?”

The simple lesson to learn here is that development, aid, medical, whatever work to people must meet the needs of the people. It’s not that the intentions of the African workers or the Government of India were bad. They probably meant the best for the people they were serving. But somewhere along the line, there was a mishap in understanding the true needs of the people they intended to help. And that was one of the most valuable take-aways from SVYM. Every initiative, program, and extended arm to the community was created with one purpose: meeting the needs of the people in the surrounding communities.

So what’s next? I’m not really sure. I was having dinner with Sridevi and Seetharam’s family the night before I left and I remember asking the same question. Before I left for India, I got to meet with a professor in Michigan’s School of Social Work and I remember inquiring about any possible work opportunities in the fall. He mentioned the plethora of grassroots initiatives that he was involved in across southeast Michigan and that there were plenty of opportunities for students who wanted to take up a project for themselves. He even pointed to a box of robotics Legos kit that he was hoping to use to start an after school program for kids at a local low-income middle school. Somewhat disappointed that he hadn’t offered a regular eight hour a week job, I nodded and told him I would keep in touch.

But thinking back the lessons taken from SVYM – I’d have to say that I’m seriously reconsidering that box of Legos Robotics for this upcoming fall!

Here are some last pictures from my final days at SVYM:

I decided to extend my stay for one extra day, which turned out to be a pretty good decision because it would’ve been pretty hectic to fly out of Bangalore the day after the bomb attacks. On Saturday, I went on a mobile again, this time into the deep forests of Karnataka, bordering the state of Kerala. I was told that this mobile was almost like a mini-safari, with elephants, tigers, leopards, deer, and water buffalo galore. I saw everything except for tigers and leopards (luck is really on your side if you do). Here are a pack of elephants that we ran into the first fifteen minutes after entering the forest.

A shot of child getting medical treatment. Life for the tribals in the forest is very tough. I was told that many people survive on one meal a day – there are just very few viable economic opportunities around. I noticed throughout the day that there was a pattern of conditions that we were encountering throughout the day. Many of the children were coming to us with fungal and parasitic infections, like scabies. Many of the women were coming with conditions related to ante-natal care. For the children with the fungal and parasitic infections, the reason for developing such conditions is none other than poor sanitation and hygiene. You can see why there is a great need for education and advocacy campaigns to prevent these preventable conditions.

On the way back from the mobile clinic, I asked one of the health facilitators what a tree house (there were many on every field) was doing in the middle of India (I assumed they were for kids to play in). Turns out that these are real tree houses used to protect the crops from animals eating and trampling over their crops. People sleep in the tree houses at night and if any destructive animal were to come around, they would throw noise making devices onto the ground to scare them away.

Shot with all the doctor's kids that lived next to me. On my first day I came to them, asking them to play cricket. I got to hit my first couple of balls ever - and got destroyed by the bowling of the 8 year old standing right next to my right arm.

Final shot with Dr. Sridevi and Dr. Seetharam's family. They have two kids Amritha and Sriram, a housekeeper named Sughita, and Dr. Sridevi's grandma living them as well. Dr. Seetharam is coming to New Delhi this week for a meeting so hopefully we'll get to meet up and talk over dinner!

Design for the Other 90%

About a year ago, I stumbled upon a website called Design For the Other 90%. Intrigued by the uniqueness of its name, I followed the links and discovered a wealth of innovation and ingenuity that were harnessed for serving the poor. The premise was that the majority of designs in today's day and age are created for only 10% of today's population - ignoring the other 90% of the world who are often in greatest need for creativity and craftsmanship for everyday problems. The website showcased products spread across several categories pertinent to everyday issues that the world's poor face: water, energy, shelter, among others.

One of the cool products I read up on was called the Lifestraw. Because clean water is not easily accessed in many parts of the world, the effects of waterborne conditions encountered because of low quality water are vast and wide-ranging. If I remember from my International Health class this past year correctly, diarhea is the number one killer of children around the world. The Lifestraw is designed to turn any body of water into a sufficiently clean water for drinking. It's shaped like a straw and designed to be sturdy and recognizable. Another product I remember reading about was the Big Boda Bicycle - which is designed to allow local merchants to carry a significantly greater load between destinations. Since bicycles are one of the primary mode of transportation in the developing world, one can understand the convenience factor and efficiency advantages to having such a bicycle. The beautiful thing about all the products on Design for the Other 90% is that every item has been specifically designed and engineered for the needs of the poor and the people that are using them. There was a thought process that occurred and took into account the context by which the products would be best utilized.

At SVYM, the Design for the Other 90% idea became real for me. On Friday, I got to visit a school in the rural areas of H.D. Kote. SVYM has been involved in the education of kids in schools all around the rural areas of their headquarters in Saragur. As part of that initiative, they helped donate funds to construct a see-saw that pumps water out of the ground into a large storage tank on the roof of the school while kids are rocking back and forth. Instead of having to hand operate a pump of some sort to store enough water for the school's use, a simple recess session can instead provide enough water for the school to use for its bathrooms, canteen, and other water-related applications. Although these see-saws aren't being built in every school around, I couldn't help but be reminded of the innovation and uniqueness of the idea that represents one step further towards educating people about the importance of the availability and quality of one's water supply.

We were there on Friday for the inauguration of the see-saw, among other things around the school grounds. The kids were loving the new toy, and as we walked around, we saw different areas that SVYM had contributed to for the education of the children in the areas of water and sanitation. During the ceremony, some adults decided to jump on and contribute the pumping of water into the storage tank as well!


The see saw. You can't really see the pump because the plants are blocking it. Kids were jumping all around it having a good time - and pumping water at the same time as well.



As I went around to take pictures of the see-saw from different angles, kids started to follow me. Eventually, they began to stand in front of what I wanted to photograph (the see-saw).


The water tank that water from the see-saw gets pumped into. It holds enough water for everything the school needs for day-to-day functions.


A photo of the bathroom at the school. One of the obstacles that SVYM had to overcome initially in its promotion of toilets over no toilets was convincing the people that it was safe and acceptable to have a bathroom in the vicinity of buildings. The thought of having a bathroom inside of a building was looked upon as undesirable and disgusting. This bathroom was right next to the school - and had a covering as well as a collecting pool (on the left) for water used for flushing.

Situation in Bangalore

If you've read the world news in the past day or two, you might have come across a story on bomb blasts that have been occurring across India over the past couple of days. On Friday, a series of eight low-intensity bombs exploded across Bangalore, killing two people and injuring several others. Today, serial blasts ripped through the western city of Ahmedabad in the state of Gujarat, killing 15. This level of bomb attacks has occurred in India several times in the last couple of years, most recently and prominently in Jaipur a couple of months ago. Apparently, they are designed to cause civil unrest and instability and may have a connection between Hindu and Muslim tensions.

All in all, I am safe. I am not staying anywhere close to the bomb attacks and will take utmost caution when I travel back to New Delhi soon. I decided to extend my stay here at SVYM without prior knowledge to these attacks in Bangalore to check out the Saturday mobile. I'll update on the final wrap-up of my time at SVYM when I return back to Delhi!

Go Blue!

The past couple of days have been great. On Tuesday, I missed the hysterectomy to go on a mobile clinic into the tribal areas. It was a full day experience with a doctor named Dr. Suman, a community health worker, a pharm tech, and myself packed into a van stocked with enough drugs and medical supplies to last us for the day and drove out for hours into the rural villages of Karnataka. We stopped in about 10 villages total, with people coming to our van with anything from acne to infected wounds. Some people came complaining of a particular ailment, but after a quick consultation from Dr. Suman, she would end up prescribing them a placebo drug - a multivitamin! She explained to me that this practice is not simply lying to the patient and tricking them - it reinforces the practice of actively seeking healthcare, something that is not as ingrained in the culture of the tribals. When we drove through the villages - many of the people and especially the children would stare at me. I would wave, and some children would wave back. Others might run and hide. But when I took my camera out and started taking pictures, the children opened up right away and were really excited to see pictures of themselves when I showed them on the screen.

My first picture at the stop. About 8 or so kids.

My second. Twenty or so kids. They went crazy every time I showed them their picture on the screen.

I thought to myself, "What would happen if I showed them the screen and took their picture?!" Unfortunately, after this picture, I started to fear for some of the little kids' saftey (you can see some of the kids in the front are sort of getting crushed by the excited kids on top).

At one point, eight or so guys were lined up next to me on a fence ledge. When I pointed my camera to take the picture of these guys, everyone that was below ran and tried to get in the picture. The line of kids standing in the back was probably ten or so kids.

Typical shot of the mobile clinic. We would normally have a couple patients, and a lot of kids that were curious as to what we were doing there.

On Wednesday, I got to visit the tribal hospital that specializes in Ayurvedic medicine called Kenchnahalli. Ayurveda is another philosophy of medicine that is practiced mainly in India. It is different from typical western styles of allopathic medicine in that it involves a lot of herbal medicines, yoga and meditation, and personalizatio based on your own body type. SVYM uses in Ayurveda in conjunction with allopathic medicine, especially to treat chronic conditions and in situations where ayurveda might be the better solution to the medical condition. Since I was visiting - the people thought it would be a good idea for me to get of ayurveda by going through a round of treatments. I ended up spending the day getting a full body massage, a session in a steam chamber, a hot bath (more on that later), and a yoga lesson. I also had a session called "shiroddhara" where hot oil was poured on my forehead, with the intended effect of raising my intelligence and helping to cure any sort of psychosomatic disorders or conditions around my head that I may have had (didn't have any).

Shot of the hospital. The entire campus was pretty small (you could walk to the other side in 5 minutes). The campus reminded me at times of a spa or resort, with its coconut trees and design of buildings. After all, there were facilities to administer and receive full body massages and steam chamber treatments (as part of Ayurvedic medicine, of course).

The first stop of my ayurveda experience. I got my massage on this table. You can see the stove and cabinet underneath where a lot of ayurvedic herbs and oils (everything is natural and there are supposedly no side effects to any herbal remedy) where things were heated up and prepared.


The steam treatment chamber. You sit inside and your head pops out of the whole on top. Because your body is covered in oils when you enter, the sweat that starts coming out as you're sitting in the chamber wicks the oil off your skin and when you step out your skin isn't as oily as when you left.

My hot bath. I was totally expecting something on the lines of a bathtub with bubbles and candles and leaves or something of the like, but not this time. I can't complain though - having not had a hot shower in 4 weeks, any hot water in a shower was good enough for me. I had a second one at night too after my shiroddhara.

Perks of being in the rural - monkeys roaming around the campus!

Dinner with the staff of the hospital. Dr. Dennis and Dr. Basaraj are on the right - they are both ayuvedic physicians.

I also got to visit the other school that is tied in with SVYM called the Viveka Tribal Centre for Learning. It's essentially a school that was started about twenty years ago for tribals that reside in the area. It's an amazing story to hear how the school started and how it has evolved to what it is today. Because many of the children over the past twenty years are first generation students, there were many difficulties encountered in acclimating the children and their parents to the idea of learning and attending school. One of objections by the parents was apparently the misconception that schools were "jail-like" for their children. So in order to compensate for this, the buildings were constructed with huge windows in the buildings that made the classrooms look like a gazebo. Starting from the youngest grades, classes are virtually conducted outside, which isn't a problem with the year-round warm temperatures. As the children grow older, the classrooms become more and more closed and what you might think of in a typical classroom, which accomodates their adjustment to school and routine learning everyday. This sort of innovation blew me away and I was left wondering what other sorts of adjustments were made to attract more tribal children over the years. The results are showing - there are families that are producing second generation learners, and children of former students who are now able to attend the very same school. Amazing.

This was the classroom for 1st to 4th graders. It was wide open with huge windows so parents wouldn't think it was a jail.

As you move on up, the classrooms stay relatively open, but more and more closed. This classroom was for 5th - 7th graders. After 7th grade, you move into a normal classroom inside a building.

We walked in around lunchtime. They all sat in perfectly straight rows, cleaned up after themselves, and went to attend to their daily chores.

Today, I took my first bus ride for about 45 minutes to a settlement called Handpost. After making friends with mutton and chicken butchers, an SVYM vehicle came and picked me up and we traveled to Mysore, the biggest city in the area nearby. I got a chance to explore two other educational arms of SVYM, the Viveka Institute of Indian Studies and the

Viveka Institute for Leadership Development. I was particularly excited for this part of the trip because I had heard that there was a group from Michigan that was here at the VIIS for four weeks of classses in South Indian music and dance. I met several of them in the computer lab and had lunch with their group. It was interesting to see where they had all come from and how they ended up in India. I also found out that I have the same class with three of them this upcoming fall!

While waiting for my ride at Handpost, I met these two brothers who were selling mutton. When I drove by in the evening, it was gone!

We ended the day with a trip to visit the antiretroviral clinic in Mysore that SVYM runs in partnership with another medical organization. I got a chance to observe the different arms of HIV/AIDS treatment - namely, the counseling, the labwork and testing that goes into diagnosis of the disease, the administration of anti-retroviral drugs, and the actual doctor to patient interactions and consultation. Because anti-retroviral drugs are very expensive typically, this clinic was unique because it was providing all drugs for free. India has become a world leader in production and distribution of low-cost, generic drugs. Because of that, world drug prices have dropped and thousands to millions have been able to receive therapy for their conditions.

The pharmacist at the ART clinic. Some of those drugs cost eight or nine thousand rupees per box (200 dollars), but since the government is supporting the program, the drugs can be given out for free.

Tomorrow is my last full day at Vivekananda Memorial Hospital, although I am trying to extend my stay one more day so that I can go on the mobile clinic that travels into the forests. Apparently, it's a very different and very exciting experience. On a good day, you might run into animals ranging from elephants, to leopards, to tigers, to wild boar. Hopefully it will all work out.

Go Blue!

First Day at Vivekananda Memorial Hospital

Today was my first working day at Vivekananda Memorial Hospital. Since I'm only here for a week, I only have enough time get a glimpse of what sorts of programs and initiatives they have here and don't have any sort of opportunity to get involved in projects of my own. That, and I'm not a medical student so I wouldn't be able to treat patients. Aside from that, I would say that the first day as a good glimpse into some of the heart of what the Swami Vivekananda Youth Movement is all about.

I started off my day going on inpatient rounds with Dr. Seetharam, husband of my contact person here at SVYM. We went through all the wards the hospital has and talked to each patient, going through what they were hospitalized for, and what treatment was being done to get them discharged. It was cool bouncing medical terminology back and forth with Dr. Seetharam - those "Trauma, Life in the ER" episodes I used to watch on TLC were coming to life. Since the organization exists to serve the poor and underprivileged, there were a plethora of services that were being offered for free.

For the next section of the day, I met with a man named Shivappa and the man who works in the Water and Sanitation division of SVYM. They took me on a simple tour of the Sanitation Park behind the hospital, which was essentially a "showroom" of 10 different kinds of toilets with different configurations of building material, type of pit the "matter" empties into, and methods of flushing. We had a good time joking about the toilet that had a roof, but no barrier around the person. Because sanitation promotion and fecal matter are both important issues in rural public health, the Sanitation Park serves as an important pillar by which SVYM can promote awareness about hygiene to people in the surrounding area who might otherwise discount its importance.

Next, I got to visit the Vivekananda School of Excellence. It's a school that was started about eight years ago when the leaders of the organization realized that education was a crucial means by which development needed to be undertaken. With thousands of children in the surrounding rural areas, reaching these kids became a prime objective for long term development of the area. All of the doctors' children attend the school, along with hundreds of other children and kids from the local tribes in the area. From the looks and stares and pointed fingers that I got when I walked into different classrooms, it might have been one of the few times that these kids (especially the ones from local tribes) had seen a Westerner, let alone an Asian westerner.

The last half of the afternoon was occupied by an advocacy clinic that was held for women who had just delivered babies or were somewhere in the child birthing age. Because there are certain stigmas and fears of delivering children in a hospital, especially in the rural areas where myths and rumors abound through word of mouth and not necessarily from any credible source, many women will often times avert going to the hospital to deliver their baby at home, risking a whole bunch of mother and baby problems. This clinic was held to distribute "Baby Packs' filled with blankets, clothes, and other misc. items for new borns while taking the opportunity to educate women about the importance of hospital care for pregnant women. The last part of my day going on another set of outpatient and inpatient rounds with an OBGYN doctor (obstetrics/gynecologist) and learning about many of the issues that women face. It was definitely pretty enlightening and interesting.

I rounded up my day with a game of cricket with some of the doctor's kids and am about to eat dinner (9:16pm). Tomorrow I'm supposed to go on a mobile clinic out into the tribal areas, but if that doesn't work out, I have an open invitation from the OBGYN doctor to come and witness a hysterectomy!

Follow Your Gut Instinct

I was reading through my Frommer's Guide to India one day and as I flipped through the "General Tips" section of the book, there was a part about safety that read through. The one line that stuck out to me was "in any situation, follow your gut instinct, because you are probably right." Storing that into my memory, I was set on reminding myself to always be aware of my surroundings so as not to put myself in any sort of compromising situations while I'm here.

Fast forward to last Friday evening, my last day before heading off to Swami Vivekananda Youth Movement. I finished official work at 6pm and started reading Meren's final chapter on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. I wanted to finish the entire thesis for him because I wasn't sure if I would have internet/computers here (which is the complete opposite) so I resolved to stay a little later on Friday night to help him out. Some people usually stay in the office till around 7-7:30, so I had company until then. Around 8pm, while I was alone, playing some music aloud from my laptop to pump me up while editing the paper, the security guard from upstairs scared me when he came down and went to the bathroom. I just didn't hear him come in. We greeted each other and he proceeded to tell me that he would be on shift for the next 12 hours and I didn't need to leave anytime soon, which was a relief because it takes a couple hours to read through each chapter.

The weird thing that happened is that later on, around 9pm (after I had spent 30 minutes talking to my brother on Skype), he came down again, presumably to use the bathroom. Except this time, he lingered around and carried a conversation. I was trying to be nice, but 25 minutes had passed and it was definitely getting late. He was Nepalese so sort of resembled each other in terms of physical appearance and so I think he was very overjoyed to have met me, so overjoyed that he started saying things like "I want to take you back to West Bengal with me" and, "you're my favorite in this office." Looking back, I think he was just trying to be nice and embrace me as a "brother," but at the time, I was definitely a little scared out of my boots. I finally ended the conversation, telling him we would talk later, and he went back to his post upstairs.

At that point, I was a little uncomfortable but determined to finish the chapter and email it off to Meren before I left for the weekend. It was approaching 10pm and it was definitely the latest I had ever stayed in the office. I was trying to think of ways I might be able to do it at home, but nothing seemed better than to stay and finish up asap. I read the last 7 pages as quickly as possible and began to pack up. All of a sudden, the power went out. Pitch black. By then I was definitely freaked out, and tried my best to lock my laptop into the cabinet (I wasn't bringing it to the south) and pick up all of my things that were scattered on my desk (boarding pass for flight, headphones, journal). I called Meren and stayed on the line with him as the security guard was waiting to leave with me in the dark and proceeded to walk home as quickly as possible.

When I got home, I layed down on my bed and looked at the ceiling for 15 minutes, thanking God for a safe journey home. For some reason, I was sufficiently scared from the situation even though looking back, it was just a matter of staying at the office later than I should have, an overly friendly security guard, and a random power outage at a not-so-convenient time. If anything, from here on out, it was a good reminder to take seriously any feelings of reservation I might have for a particular situation. I don't know if there really was anything to be worried about that night, but all I know is that my gut instinct was definitely jumping up and down, telling me to leave the office asap!

I'll probably take it more seriously next time.

"Fly the Good Times"

I've arrived safely into Vivekanada Memorial Hospital in Saragur, India. It took about 12 hours in total transit to make it, but overall it was a pretty smooth journey. Upon landing in Bangalore, I met my taxi driver and he nonchalantly told me we were about to make a six hour drive to our destination. After a flat tire, a stop to get masala dosas, 1.5 million (I'm serious) passed Airtel, Tata Mobile, and Vodafone cell phone ads, and way too many near collisions for comfort with tourist buses that were hogging the road, we pulled into the hospital sound and safe. I'm going to have to find a way to dig out the seatbelts that are buried under the seats for my ride back a week from now.

But let me tell you about Kingfisher Airlines. Back in March, when I was planning this trip, I hadn't the slightest idea of what airline to take for a domestic flight to Bangalore from Delhi. Unfortunately, Continental and Northwest don't operate within India so I knew I would have to take an Indian airline. I randomly googled "airline rankings" and stumbled upon skytrax at airlinequality.com. For fun, I clicked on the 5 star airlines and came across an airline called Kingfisher. It was a domestic airline that served destinations across India. With a name like "Kingfisher" and a website called airlinequality.com, I was a little skeptical. The only two airlines that I ever knew, Continental and Northwest, weren't even ranked that high. I decided to give it a shot, even though I hadn't the slightest idea of what a five star airline could offer in terms of a flying experience.

I was totally blown away today for my two and a half hour flight. From boarding the plane, you sit down in a special neck recliner, personal video monitor (with a channel that is a camera that lets you see the pilot's viewpoint), and soothing music in the background. In flight, the flight attendants served miniature bottles of Kingfisher premium water, the personal video monitors played quality in flight programming including a Bollywood movie, cricket matches, and the TV show "Friends," and as our "snack" (I was expecting peanuts so I ate McDonalds before boarding), we got a full course meal with chocolate cake and a mini-dosa. All for a two and a half hour flight that I would normally sleep away, waiting the time out until we reached our destination. I almost felt like I would have wasted my ticket if I had slept!

It was awesome. It's too bad Kingfisher doesn't fly internationally, because it would probably be the most comfortable flying experience I would ever have in economy. Then again, they'd probably be broke. And from now on, I will definitely trust airlinequality.com and its 5-star airline ratings.

On a more serious note, I will try to update on things here at the hospital throughout the week!

Off to the South!

Tomorrow morning, I will be taking a trip to visit the southern part of India. I'll be working for a week at an organization called the Swami Vivekananda Youth Movement in a rural town called Saragur, outside the Mysore/Bangalore cities. It originally started in 1984 with a handful of doctors longing to serve the poor with their medical background, and has since expanded its vision to include initiatives such as: community development, water and sanitation, and education. I'm particularly excited to visit this organization because I think it will give me a view of public health from the lens of implementation. Here at PHFI, it is primarily an academic institution - we do research, teach people about public health, and look into the issues that need to be addressed. This organization is addressing those very issues in a rural area where the people are in need. It should be exciting indeed.

I'll be waking up four hours before my 10 o'clock and putting my money that there will be a taxi waiting around my street to take me to the domestic airport here in Delhi (there's one for international and one for domestic). Hopefully, if all goes well, I won't lose my bag (I have to check it in because of my contact solution - they don't sell much of it here) and I'll be walking the streets of Bangalore by 1pm. From there, I'll be hoping on a 3,330 rupee taxi through Mysore and eventually hit Saragur by 6:30pm (hopefully). Hopefully all will go smoothly! I'm excited to eat dosas once I get there - they are one of the staple south Indian foods!


They look really hard to make to me - but apparently they are common to eat for every meal.

Israel vs. Palestine

This week, I've been spending a lot of time helping my friend Meren edit his disseration. He's a PHD student at Jawaharlal Nehru University here in Delhi and is submitting his thesis in the next couple of weeks. Because English is his third language (he speaks Naga and Hindi), I randomly threw it out there that I could help him read and edit his thesis as he's preparing to hand it in. Little did I know that a PHD thesis would be chapters upon chapters of material on the Israeli-Palestine peace process. I figured it was the least I could do given that he took out a lot of valuable time to help me find my new place as well as take me to church on Sundays. As an extra bonus, I've been learning the ins and outs of Israeli-Palestinian peace process, something I grew up hearing about on the news (Sharon, Netanyahu, Barak were never differentiated between). I'm seeing how this issue is something that both sides are absolutely passionate about, which could explain why neither side is willing to compromise beyond a certain halfway point. I've never been too politically active in any way, but this might be a topic that I might have some opinions on for the future!

Final Housing Update

I finally moved into my new apartment at Gautam Nagar. There are a lot of things that are different about the new place from the old: no housekeeper, one room vs. entire apartment, everyday man’s neighborhood vs. fenced off security guard neighborhood, dirty bathrooms and dusty tables vs. servant cleans everything everyday, but I’m adjusting. I figured one of the best ways to adjust to the new environment was to take as much ownership of the place as I could. In a sense, make it my own.

One of the things I did (initially cause I didn’t think they would provide) was go to the local mall and buy a set of bedsheets and a pillow. It instantly made the place a lot more cozy and I felt a lot more at ease sleeping on bed sheets that I provided and not ones from who knows where. On Saturday, one of my Naga friends hooked me up with one of his friends and I got full sized fridge in my place as well as a 20 liter Bisleri water jug dispenser. I did a little rearranging of the furniture and bought some cleaning supplies (sponge, bathroom slider, rag, toilet paper) and the place feels a lot more like home now.

The environment once I step outside is a lot different too. Instead of seeing lines of security guards sipping water and sitting in front of an air conditioner all day, there are people riding three wheeled bicycles selling vegetables and kids playing cricket in a small field in front of my apartment building. Apparently, the area that I’m living in now is not nearly as safe as before (but I’m not sure what could be safer than before) – so I’ll have to take more precautions in terms of when I come home and how I come home in the future.

Aside from the wedding this past weekend, I also got a chance to have dinner at Caroline’s house, who’s aunt is a diplomat at the US Embassy. The friends that we met from Penn were there, and it was a good time of catching up and sharing stories from the wedding. We also got a chance to meet some of Caroline’s aunt’s friends, many of whom work for the Embassy or are somewhat related because of Marines work. It was cool hearing their stories of how they all ended up in India. It was also encouraging to exchange perspective on things, like living overseas. Many of the people had been all over the world and were hoping to see different parts in the near future. Some were even raising families. I can identify a lot more with my friends out there who are looking to do international relations/politics type work. These people really love what they do – and they get to have fun while working as well.

Picture of the old bedroom

Another angle

Bathroom (it's not as grimy as it looks)

New room - all to myself. The water jug and fridge helps to make the room feel a lot homier.

Rotate 90 degrees right - the "bedroom" side of the room.

The bathroom - I had to clean up about a dozen cigarette butts and scrub the sink before using it, but now it looks a lot better. Too bad there is no hot water though - cold showers are rough!