Girls Education in Dhani Bhadan, Rajasthan

This last weekend we had the opportunity to go to a village called Dhani Bhadan in Rajasthan for a wedding. We went with a couple of friends (they are a married couple who are our friends—couple friends, friends couple?) called MacArthur and Ved. MacArthur we met something like 8 years ago when we were living in Cairo. We go to the same church and we met her there and invited her to stay with us. We also had a mutual college friend—maybe that is partly how we met, I don’t remember. Anyway, at church here in Delhi we see her and find out that she now lives in India, married to an Indian man named Ved. We hadn’t met Ved until this last weekend when we were all traveling to Rajasthan together. We had a spectacular time and I will have to include some photos here of the experience.

While the wedding was amazing, I am more interested in this space to talk about the school we found there. We stayed at the house of Colonel Ramautar Singh who seems to be a leader in the village. As you see by the name, he is a retired Colonel from the Indian Army. He showed us some awards and things from that era of his life. But the amazing thing about the Colonel is the decisions he has made since. He has a nice and spacious home and was so welcoming to all of us. He even gave us his room to sleep in (though he didn’t mention that). After retiring from the military, he decided to invest his life savings and his life in educating girls in his village. He believes (and I agree with him) that this is the one way to lift families out of poverty and increase the opportunities and empowerment of women. We were welcomed at his home by a group of the older students and the graduating class of girls from high school. They were happy and beaming on that great day and many were planning on attending college next.

The school has grown from a starting point in his own living room to larger buildings and now includes boys as well. Unlike some other village schools, this one seemed to be overflowing with hope and cheerfulness. The children were all in uniform and were happy to meet us. We asked about how we might help in some small way and the Colonel informed us about a system he has where people can sponsor the child of a poor family who cannot pay for school fees, etc. For just $200 (10,000 rupees), you can sponsor a primary school child all the way through her education. We met a young girl named Meena who comes from a poorer and lower caste family and chose to sponsor her. The Colonel sends sponsors a school photograph and progress report each year as well as a letter from the child. When the child is old enough, she will send a letter as well. It is great to have been able to been to a place that is doing such good and making a difference. You could really feel it there. If anyone reading this is interested—and I hope that all of you will be—please contact me and I can give you the information regarding the school as well as how to sponsor a student. If you can’t afford the $200 yourself, maybe get a few other people to join with you in making a donation. The information I have for you has an international routing number where you can wire your donation. This is a chance for us to do something small in money that can make a dramatic impact on a young girl and her family and children for generations. Email me at: matthew@whoolery.com for more information.

 

 

Lady Shri Ram College

I realized today that one of my failings as of late has been writing more about my experiences while here in India.  While some of that may (or not) benefit you, dear reader, I am more self-concerned that so much of what I am learning and experiencing will be lost.  So today I will try to fix that with a few things that have been on my mind. 

First, my experience at Lady Shri Ram College (LSR).   I came to India on a Fulbright Scholarship and was connected to LSR as a Visiting Professor for the semester that I am here.  I knew practically nothing about LSR or Delhi University and so I did not know what to expect.  My first introduction to the campus was a short tour during the break between semesters.  My colleague and team-teacher for the Theory and Systems course is Megha Dhillon and she met me at LSR and showed me around.  I have to say that I was a little bit surprised by some of the arrangements.  In my job in the USA, I have my own office with the requisite bookshelves, drawers, desk, computer, etc. that I have grown used to.  I am pretty lucky to have a good-sized office in a new building with a nice window in which I keep my plants.  I have that space of my own and frequently close the door and just have time alone with my books (sweet).  At LSR, we shared (note the past tense…more on that later) a small room (smaller than my office at BYUI) with a table and six chairs.  We had a set of drawers that had locks and I was given a drawer of my own.  At first I was really surprised by that—I mean how does one do what we do as professors without all the other space for books, computer, etc.  Well, the answer is—you just do.  That is what I learned—you make do with what you have and enjoy it. 

In fact, that little room has now been demolished as they take down rooms that used to be part of the Psych Dept as they renovate that wing of the main building on campus.  So one day we were all informed that we needed to vacate that room and clean out the drawers.  So where did our little 2 cubic feet space go?  To a set of smaller outdoor lockers near one of the classrooms.  When I asked some of my colleagues how they would manage without even a small common room, they did the Indian head bob which sort-of means, “Whatevs.”  I have come to appreciate and like that gesture and its meaning.  For the years it will take to finish the psychology wing the faculty will be without a common room, without labs, without rooms for the tutorial sections.  And the response?  Whatevs.  We will find a way to make it work.  That is the wonder of Indians, their ability to take whatever comes their way with good humor and an ability to make do with what they have.  If this happened in the states, we would be incensed at the careless attitude of the administration in not providing proper accommodation for the faculty.  Here, they just roll with it.  Super cool. 

I teach most of my classes in the Bamboo Hut which is, in fact, a bamboo hut.  It does have fans but I am a little afraid of the coming heat in that hut.  It has a small chalkboard on wheels and one of the students always remembers to bring some chalk.  At first I was a little taken aback by the lack of resources, but I have begun to realize something that sounds a little trite but no less true for its trite-sounding-ness: it is the people that matter, not the facilities.  My first time meeting my students was actually on the day before I started teaching.  They were all in another class and the professor of that class introduced me to them.  When they all said hello, welcome, etc. and did that lovely head-bob greeting I felt very welcome. Now, on my best days when meeting a new class of students I feel nervous.  But now I am in front of a new set of students at a new university, with names I don’t recognize as names, in a new country and culture.  So I was super nervous the first day of class.  It may sound strange that someone who has been teaching for 13 years has this problem, but when a whole room of people I don’t know are looking at me it seems like I must have something wrong with me or something.  Or else why are all these people looking at me? 

Anyway, I did survive that first class and since have gotten to know the students as individual people and can pronounce their names passably.  And I have found that they are really quite remarkable students.  LSR is an elite college (part of Delhi University) where the students have to be scoring at 97%+ to be able to get in.  Of course those are test scores rather than GPA so you might think that they are just better at memorizing and taking tests?  Not so much.  While the Indian system does encourage a kind of test-based education system, these students are more than that.  For example, I put together a seminar on critical thinking where the students pay a fee, come once a week to a class, read and write—all without any official credit.  So you would guess, as I did, that maybe 10-15 of the really strong students would show up.  You know, those select few students who really want to learn just for the sake of learning?  Well, 90 students showed up to take the seminar and we had to move to a larger room.  And I have found that they are coming prepared, working hard, and have great questions.  So despite a system which discourages the questioning and deeper learning, they want it and seek it out. 

I have been more than impressed with the quality of both students and faculty at LSR and feel very fortunate to be able to be a visiting faculty member here.  I hope that I am able to make some small contribution so that it will have been worth having me here.

One suitcase…

So yesterday I was thinking about my little apartment (I mean compared to home, not in an objective sense) here in India.  We have much less room and less privacy.  Way fewer clothes, possessions or household items.  Even our clothes washing machine is really small capacity compared to what we use in the USA.  But here’s the thing: it doesn’t matter!  So then you wonder what all those things were for.  This happened when we moved to Cairo.  In that case, we did have a large shipment of our books and household stuff that was shipped by boat to Cairo from the States.  But it took almost three months for that shipment to arrive.  By the time it did, we felt like we didn’t need any of those things.  Over time we all accumulate so many things, so much stuff, and really so little of it is essential.

A few surprisingly essential things: my computer, I-Phone, and Kindle.  While I am without my home library, I can still buy books to read and even make notes in them as I go.  Cool.  And with the computer and I-Phone I have unbelievable amounts of information available to me at any moment.  Pretty amazing world.  I brought this up with the girls earlier today and they also had the same feeling–wondering what all that stuff at home is for.  It is almost hard to remember all the things we boxed up before we left.  Since the airlines only allow one free suitcase, we thought of that as our limit and so we live here month after month with only one suitcase (each) of our stuff.  Weird.

If you haven’t seen it before, there is this terrific book called “Material World” that is a collaboration between an anthropologist and a photographer.  They went around the world taking portraits of families outside their homes with all of their possessions.  As you might imagine, some families had a total of something like six small bowls, a bag of rice, and a goat.  And the American family they had to hire a crane to get far enough above to be able to photograph all their stuff outside their modest house.  American culture is really so much about consumption, but it does make you wonder what we are spending all that money and energy and life on.  Stuff that you could live without if you had to move somewhere and had only one suitcase.

What would you include in your 50 lb. suitcase?

Coming up for air

I haven’t written since the first day or two and so much has happened.  Just trying to get our lives in order, celebrate Christmas, and start a new life.  So I feel like today maybe I am coming up for air.

Food

First, as it should be, food.  We have been experimenting with all kinds of places, mostly street food and take-out kinds of places.  We have had so many foods, most of which I do not know the name of–though some like: samosas, bhaji, kachori, aloo tikka–I do know.  But most of it is great.  Some places are better than others and we have found places that serve good street food and a few that serve dishes with chicken.  Most of our meals are vegetarian, though, with lentils and chickpeas providing the protein.  Many Indians are total vegetarians, some eat just fish and chicken.  Very few eat beef or pork.  This, in fact, is a great thing for the world because of the energy and waste that is created in meat production.  So we have gotten used to that kind of diet.  The only thing is cooking at home.  In the USA, we organize most of our meals around the meat we will serve.  We tend to eat chicken and fish mostly, with other meats less often.  But when I think of what I will cook, it usually starts with the main course of meat.  So I often find myself needing to make food and not knowing where to start.  It is good to learn to re-think food and better of course to eat less meat and eat more plants (thank you Pollan), but we often find ourselves eating out because we have not thought through what we will eat.

The food is spicy for the girls, but they are adjusting.  When we are home and I cook Indian food, I tone down the spiciness significantly and the girls are fine.  When we arrived, the girls were more excited about food than anything else.  I mean, what could be better, an entire country that just calls Indian food–food!  They were taken aback by the hotness of the spices and disappointed with not being able to enjoy the food.  It is interesting, though, how quickly they are adjusting to eating spicy (and new) foods.  Most meals they all dig in and enjoy.  Every once in a while we have to try to find or cook something more normal for them.  Like tonight I cooked pasta with a vegetables sauce (tomatoes, mushrooms, eggplant, etc.) and they were super happy with that.  So we are all adjusting to our new food life.  The one thing missing for me is finding a really amazing restaurant to sit down and enjoy.  So far most of our food has been of the street or take-out variety.  Nothing like the restaurants we eventually found in Cairo.  Still searching…

Getting around

Our most normal form of transportation is feet.  Second, we are able to jam all of us in one motor-rickshaw (called an “auto” here).  I really should get a photo of all of us sitting in one of those green autos.  There is barely room for three backsides so we sit three down and three on laps.  Usually the trips are relatively short so it is no big deal.  The long trips we take the metro.  The metro is Delhi’s pride and joy.  They are proud of having a mass-transportation system that runs on time, is clean, and where people act with decorum.  That does tell you that most things do not run on time, are dirty, and people act with much less decorum–but that is India, too.  We each have metro cards and have spent more time than we would wish on the metro.  Mostly those trips have been in search of a bunk bed so that we can have more bed space for our visitors.  They don’t have many beds like that here in India and the ones we have found were either super-expensive or really junky (and still quite expensive).  We looked around and found a couple of streets here in Delhi that are filled with furniture shops.  We probably spent about 15 hours searching–including 6 hours or so on Christmas Eve.  We have Rachel’s mother Cathy and our niece Mandy staying with us since yesterday and we have been really trying hard to have it all sorted out before they arrived.  Finally on Friday we found a guy who makes good bunk beds (called “bunker beds” or “dobul deker beds” here in Delhi) out of solid wood.  We worked out what we wanted and it should be complete in a couple of weeks.  Until then, kids sleeping on mattresses on the floor.

Finding places is always an adventure, though maybe not always a welcome one.  Going around the city with four girls and trying to find the places we are looking for can be very frustrating.  One evening we found ourselves way outside the urban part of the city and walking down a road where everyone stared at us (more than the usual) because both they and we knew that we were out of place.  I remember that feeling years ago when I was in Tanzania.  We got on the wrong bus and found ourselves in the middle of nowhere.  We knew we weren’t in the right place but did not know where we were or where to get back.  I remember it felt like being in a dance where everyone knew the steps but me.  Out of rhythm, not understanding the music and the movement.  That is what it felt like that night–everyone staring at us and we both knew that we were not part of the dance.

Christmas

This is another Christmas for us away from the American Christmas rush.  It was nice.  Mostly, anyway.  Being in a Hindu country, there is very little in the way of decorations and mass recognition of the holiday.  But also so much less of the stress and commercial pressure of the holiday in the USA.  We did get a Christmas tree and saw a man dressed up as Santa Claus.  More about both of those: first, we did get a Christmas tree that was called a “7 foot tree” by the lady that sold it to us.  Rachel was trying to negotiate a better price and had the lady take the fake tree out of the box.  It was just a tad shorter than her.  The lady said, we have a 7 foot tree that is 700 rupees and a 5 foot tree that is 500 rupees.  Rachel said “Oh, good, this is the 5 foot tree.”  The lady replied, “No, this is the 7 foot tree.”  When Rachel protested, she said “We call it our 7 foot tree.”  So she and Rachel had this back-and-forth about it and we ended up buying a 4 foot 10 inch tree called a “7 foot tree.”  And that is what we have called it.

The Santa Claus guy, too, you need to hear about (and see–I’ll put a picture with this entry).  The picture was taken in the Lajpat Nagar Central Market which is right by our home.  He was in white-face and looked quite dour and serious.  We all gawked at him for a minute and I said “Hey, girls, go stand by Santa and get your picture taken.”  They pointedly refused, referring to him as Zombie Santa.  I got a picture of him by himself instead, and said hello.  He smiled wanly in return.  Poor guy looked just awful and didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

On Christmas Day we bought some tins of Oreos and went to the neighbors in our building and sang a Christmas song to them.  It gave us a chance to meet our neighbors (there are two other families in our building) and they are nice people.  They are both Indian families from New Delhi.  In fact, now that I think about it we almost never see foreigners.  Whether at the market, church, or the street we stand out with our four little blondies.  People have been very friendly and shown us both friendliness and the respect of not mobbing us.  Nice.

As per my family tradition, we also went to a movie on Christmas night–Rise of the Guardians.  A good-enough movie and good for the kids.  Funny, though, and so Indian: at the movie theater there were assigned seats in a very large auditorium.  In about 50 rows of seats, only three were filled in that particular showing.  And we were all put right with each other–at the very top.  I don’t know if they were expecting to fill the place (I can’t imagine that, we arrived just as the movie was about to start) or what, but it was kind of odd.  You have to go through security to get into the cinema complex and they asked for our tickets.  When I said we didn’t have one, they pointed to the right.  All I saw was a Box Of Ice.  It took me a minute to realize that one of the F’s just was not lit.  I was wondering what a Box Of Ice was anyway…

Visions of (Dis)Order

If you ever decide to live in a large city in a place like Cairo or New Delhi (and are an American), you will at once notice a difference in the acceptance of disorder.  The streets are dusty, you see rubble piles all over the place, the traffic is chaotic, and public spaces (and even homes, too) are…how to put it…disorderly.  For example, our apartment is new and we are the first to live in it.  Most things are pretty nice, but there are wires sticking out of the wall, some of the paint and plaster have bubbled and are falling off, the faucets are universally wobbly on their bases, and many of the cupboard handles and window locks don’t work quite right.  When we asked them to fix some of these things, like the faucets, they could not figure out what the problem was–I mean, the water comes out, right?  But when I looked around at our building it already looks old and worn and it is only some months old.  Part of it is the dust and buildup of grime that is common in a big city, and part of it is that they tolerate and don’t notice this kind of stuff.  It is just not noticed.  And this certainly not an insult; I would challenge my local municipality to deal with 10 million people in almost the same square miles as Delhi.  It is just part of the life of dealing with so many people and so much change constantly.  But it does make us hesitant to show them pictures of our home and yard at home.  It must look extravagant and slightly over the top I guess.  One of my friends from Egypt came to visit last summer and said that her father had always imagined a place in the country in the States, like where we live in Idaho.  She said that he always idealized the life–the space, nice neighbors, clean air, etc.  So when we got invited to a barbecue at the local park and played baseball with our neighbors, she said “I had better not tell him that it is actually true!”

The job

I met with one of faculty members that I will be working with at Lady Shri Ram College (part of the University of Delhi) and she gave me a tour of the campus.  I am excited to start teaching there this week though I can hardly know what to expect of it all.  Once I start teaching and the girls go to school, we’ll get into the new life routines.  Now I have come up for air, and for longer than you might have wanted.  If you read this long, thanks.

I just keep choosing this…

So here we are at long last, in our new home and life in India.  Soon I will go back and write about our days in Paris, but for now about our new place in India.  We have been in New Delhi now since late Monday night.  We arrived just before midnight and were picked up by the Fulbright in India office and taken to the Fulbright Guest House for the first couple of nights.

As I am writing now, though, I am in our new apartment (which is even new, not just new to us) in Lajpat Nagar, New Delhi.  We had a friend from our church that we had been in contact with while we were in the U.S. who had been looking around at different apartments for us and found this place.  It is cheaper than the other one we had nearly settled on but is also in just the right location near my work, near the girls’ school (at least the one they are likely to attend–that hasn’t been sorted yet), and near the largest market area in south Delhi. Now the main work is buying the things we need for food, washing, etc. to get our house in order.  The apartment is nice and has just been cleaned and worked over by the electrician and plumber.  But it is funny how many things you build up over time in your own home and that  you have start with completely new again.  On the list are things like spices, salt, rice, stools, cleaning rags, rack for drying clothes, night lights, and so many more little things.  Since there is no place like Walmart here, all of these things come by going to small shops that specialize in housewares of different kinds.  So that is going to take some effort but will be an adventure!  Last night we shopped for sheets for the beds, some basic foods like eggs and bread, and for a washing machine.

Here’s a funny story.  On our first trip from the Fulbright House to look at different apartments in Delhi, we saw an elephant being ridden along the side of the highway.  I mean, what are the odds?  It is almost the perfect example of a stereotype coming true: in India do they ride elephants along the highway?  Well, yes, in fact they do.  The girls loved seeing that and are excited for their first chance to ride an elephant here in India.  Elephants in India are quite a lot larger than the ones in Southeast Asia but smaller than the African elephants.  When Rachel and I were in India six years ago we took an elephant ride out into the jungle near the border with Nepal.  Truly amazing.

The other striking thing about the past few days is how much so-called third world countries are similar.  Just like you can get around Paris if you know how to navigate New York City, our life in Cairo prepared us pretty well for life in New Delhi.  This experience has been a bit more starting from scratch than we had in Cairo, though, since the university took care of housing for us.  Here we have had to figure everything out from the bottom up.  We will get there.  As Rachel and I were walking back toward the market last night after getting the girls to bed, we realized how bewildering these first few days can be in a new place and culture.  We ended up not getting all we needed and had to put off things like good pillows until we can get to the market today.  So as I went to sleep on a hard mattress with a “pillow” that seemed like a bag stuffed with old socks, my thought was “Well, Matt, if you want to have your same pillow, bed, and life that you had before you had just better not go anywhere.”  It didn’t make the pillow any more comfortable, but it does remind me that I have chosen this life.  And I keep choosing it…  And I love it.

ImageThis picture is from our balcony looking out onto the street and at the Hindu temple that is just across the street.

The darkness deepens…

I know, sounds like a line from the Hobbit or something.  Speaking of the Hobbit, I got tickets for the midnight showing the night before we leave for India.  Good timing!

As the darkness of the Idaho winter sets in, I just can’t help but look forward to the sunshine of New Delhi.  And the food, smells, noise, people, and everything else.  We have many of our details worked out for our move to India–at least on this side of the equation.  Where we will live, where the girls will go to school, and those kinds of things still wait to be decided.

I remember as a university student having this thought: Whether things go well or go poorly, it will be over in a week.  That is sort of the way I feel now.  With as many things to get done as we have ahead of us in one week, I wonder how it will all happen.  But in one week when I am sitting on the plane to Paris and then New Delhi, it will all be done but the doing!  Between now and then it is a mad dash of moving, packing, planning, grading… But in a week it will be listening to music and falling asleep on a plane.  Can I stand the dark winter days until then? Yes.

The beginning…

I have never written a blog before and so rarely look at them.  But I figure that this can be a good record of my time in in India on a Fulbright and if people want to “look in” along the way that will be fine, too.

I am down, now, to less than three weeks before we leave for India.  I am going on Fulbright Scholar Award to teach at a university in India for about six months.  If you haven’t heard of the Fulbright program, you can see details about it here: http://www.cies.org/Fulbright/.  I will be teaching at Lady Shri Ram College in New Delhi.  It is the top university in India for Social Sciences, Humanities, and Commerce.  And my daughters all thought it was fitting that I teach at a women’s college since I am surrounded by women all the time at home!

I am married to Rachel and have four daughters (Asia, 12; Eden, 11; India, 8; Samara, 6).  We all leave for Delhi in a couple of weeks and will stop in Paris for two days on the way.  The girls are excited about the trip and for the adventure of living in India.

When our youngest daughter, Samara, was just a couple of months old my wife Rachel and I went to India for a couple of weeks.  We loved it all–the people, culture, colors, food, natural beauty–and wanted to go back to India for more than just a trip.  So this is the fulfillment of that hope and we are looking forward to being there.  So many things to sort out before we go with house, bills, business, my university stuff here, etc.  So when we arrive it will be a great relief from all the stress on this side.

I will try to keep up regularly on this blog and try to figure out how it all works.  I’m not sure if you can make comments and things like that, but I will figure all that out as I go.  And some of you I will see in India!