Saturday, February 27, 2010

Dale’s Experiences in India Trip #2



Great Joy and Deep Sadness

I’m writing this as two parts, the first is related to my emotions and the second is some of the actual experiences.

Morning rounds are again, this my second year here, my favorite time of the day. It is so fulfilling to observe each patient in the hospital and see improvements day by day. Gyda, our Icelandic med student, tells me that she learns a lot from the questions ask by Dr. Anil and the discussion during the rounds. I frequently ask her for explanations as Anil is so fast. It is truly the work of G__ to see patients cut open yesterday doing so well today and going home soon.

There is another side of course which we did not experience last year, but this year we have had a number of deaths including a very young burn victim, a still born baby and others including the twins born this morning. The first born at home is OK, the second 3 hours later here did not. It is oh so important to see G__ in death as well as healing, having witnessed the compassion and care given by the doctors and staff here. Even though we don’t communicate, we hope the mothers and families of these individuals can know that we share their sorrow.

Last year every moment was a new adventure from the snow in London, everything in Delhi and then Mungeli and the hospital. What a life changing event, last year’s pilgrimage.

This year I started with a goal in mind for myself. One of my very favorite ministers, Rev. Bill Mackey said many times “It’s all About Relationships”. What an opportunity this has been for me to learn about relationships, from Anil and his staff to the Danish midwifes and student doctors, to the Wild college kids from Georgia to the Icelandic student doctor. In everyday life as an adult we have many friendships, but they are usually either more casual or something serious with potential for a long term relationship. Here I have had the opportunity to live closely with this diverse group for a short time and become much more than just friends and develop a close relationship that is sometimes difficult to attain in everyday America. It is my hope to bring home this ability to become more than friends without feeling the necessity to escalate to something more serious.

Part 2.

A few brief highlights of our trip include having a Tiger almost jump into our jeep at the Kahna preserve, observing many surgeries including a hip replacement yesterday and an emergence hernia repair. Others include many c-sections and hysterectomies (by far the top surgeries here), removal of a jaw cancer and a stomach cancer. There also have been serious absesses requiring skin grafts and a number of internal infections.

We had a wonderful picnic at the lake with the hospital staff and the school children had what they refer to as the “Annual Function”, a school wide outdoor event for children and families with each grade doing some type of dance or skit.

Chris and I are scheduled to leave on a train Saturday night at 9:50 PM for the Family Village Farm orphanage. It is a long train ride arriving in Katpadi at 1:48 AM on Monday morning. We will then spend Monday and Tuesday nights there and travel to Chennai for one night in a hotel before our flight departs at 5 PM for Delhi, then for home on AA293 which departs Delhi at 12:55 AM on Friday March 5th thru Chicago, arriving Atlanta about 5 PM, home for a shower and bed!!!

Another wonderful experience seeing G__’s world and how it functions.
I wish everyone could have such an experience.
Dale Williamson

Back Home Safely


Just want to let everyone we got home safely yesterday in Atlanta. Mark and I came home on Air France and Joseph came home on KLM and Delta. Rev. Ray Miles went home on American Airlines and I believe he arrived in Atlanta before us yesterday. Dale and Chris are still in India, so please continue to pray for them as they head to south India. They are spending a week in Family Farm Villiage at an orphanage. I am going to attempt to have every post a final blog to conclude this blog for this year's pilgrimmage group. Thank you for everyone support and love.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Safe in Delhi

We made it to Delhi today and toured much of Old Delhi and many of the monuments from India's history. Our guide, Vippan Dougal, was very accomodating and we even ended the night with some McDolnald's french fries and a dipped ice cream cone after some vegetarian Indian food. We are traveling to Agra at six AM to see the Taj Mahal in the morning, and we anticpate it as the ultimate conclusion to our wonderful journeys here in India. We can't wait to see our friends and families soon, and we pray for safe travels as we make our way back to Atlanta on Friday.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Last Day in Mungeli

Early tomorrow we depart Mungeli and travel to Delhi for the last two days of our pilgrimage. This trip has simply amazing, and I hope to get the privilege to return in the years to come. Yesterday we took the rest of the school supplies to the Rambo school, and all of the staff were overwhelmed with joy for the four suitcases. I sat with Principal Avinash and some of his senior staff and went through the contents for hours. As our trip nears an end we analyze our time and look for ways to supply future aide to Dr. Henry and his vision for the school, hospital and the community. We have thoroughly discussed practical ideas the improve life here and the mission over all. We look to expand internet, create a library and hopefully create and administer a clock-in system for the staff and students to improve accountability to emphasize everyone's commitment to their respective duties. We don't want to force change and Americanize Mungeli, because that would divert away from the unique spirit that exists here. I have mostly spent most of my time at the school, and it has been a blessing to teach and interact with that learning community. Others have concentrate their attention to the hospital and truly witnessing the high degree of care that is present in relation to other medical facilities in this area of rural India. The Christian Hospital of Mungeli has found a niche and continue to expand on specialty care. The care for the patients that can be helped or have been neglected at other clinics and hospitals, and they look to further serve this community with a cancer center and frequent eye camps to correct blindness.
I just finished my last cricket match and I will truly miss the authentic Indian feeling it creates in my body. I have bought to bats and look to play some in the States, but it surely can't be replicate outside this country. It reminds of our cul-de-sac kickball games or our backyard football matches of my youth. I have also played other sports with people in the community like badminton and basketball. It has been very nice to play these various sports after having concentrate on football so rigorously in college. I have continued to train here for a few kicking tryouts with a team in Columbus and Albany.
I will miss the loving community, the chapel services, the interaction with the people here, and of course the food. I look forward to returning home to see my friends, family, and of course Sara, my patient girlfriend in LaGrange. We have a going away party tonight, and I'm sure it will be bittersweet as we will miss Dr. Terry and Anil Henry and the community they have built up and inspired.
See yall soon (a word we have been teaching to the locals)

Monday, February 22, 2010

Ray's update


I’ve been thinking about the church over here in India. Yesterday I went to church at the local congregation for a while. In many ways it is the same as congregation of the Disciples of Christ in Georgia. The service was scheduled for 9:30 but didn’t get started until 10:00. The pastor spent the time telling me about the problems with his congregation, commitment was low, stewardship and giving was poor and they weren’t dependable enough for his liking. All this come through despite the language difficulty. Amazing how similar it is to the ways I spend the time before church.
There are some differences here however. They have no concept of Regional Ministers in the Church of North India. The best way to explain my position and ministry has been to refer to me as a bishop. That produc es interesting results in terms of the deference that is given me here. It is one of the difficulties of translating our church and its polity between cultures.
The Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) became part of the Church of North India in the 1970’s. As is typical there were Disciples who did not go along with the decision so in both Bilaspur and here in Mungeli we have remaining Disciples congregations. Here in Mungeli the Church of North India congregation meets at 9:30 a.m. and the Disciples of Christ who became an independent congregation meets in the afternoon. In Bilaspur the remnant Disciples have their own building as well as being a separate congregation. Both hospital facilities (Mungeli Christian Hospital and Jackman Memorial Hospital) as well as the school and the church building here in Mungeli belong to the Church of North India even though they are supported by Global Ministries. Hospital, school and local congregation here in Mungeli are all expressions of the Christian Church in this place.
It is fascinating thing discovering the similarities and differences between the church around the world. In spite of all the differences we are indeed one family of Christ.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Charlies thoughts


Mungeli India…. What a place. I could not have prepared myself for the experience I have had. This is my first entry in the blog and I feel guilty for not sharing my experience yet. Things happen very quickly here so the days seem to fly by. I have been here for seven days now and truly loved every minute of it. When we arrived the ride from Raipur airport to the hospital was a very eye opening experience. The driving here is just a wild ride. It’s like riding a roller coaster on steroids! What a way to wake up after being on an airplane for a day and a half! Cows in the road, people everywhere and lots of horns honking! I have decided that if I were to move here I would definitely be in the auto horn or tire business! Just kidding but its true….So I was tired from travelling when we arrived at the hospital but also ready to go. It was a strange feeling. I was told early that I would have the ability to watch surgery and soon enough I was in an operating room with a hat and mask watching Dr.Henry cut open a young girl to remove infection from a bug bite. He made it look so easy and it lasted only a few minutes. We are able to go on rounds with him every morning so we saw how well she was doing. Okay so one surgery down and many others to go. Well that was just the beginning. We went later to a church that was being rebuilt but if you know Dr.Henry he likes to experience life. I say this because he saw smoke coming from a sugar cane field so of course we stopped. He wanted to show us how they make sugar. Who knew? What a great experience I had to watch the process of making sugar from the cane being fed into a machine to tasting blocks of fresh brown sugar. Yum…… Well we saw the church and watched everyone trying to figure out how to renovate it. I know nothing about construction so I took a stroll through the graveyard. Now if you can go through a graveyard its very interesting.
I am going to go a few days into the journey and tell you of a little four year old girl who I met on rounds who was burned over 65% of her body. I can only say that I felt a special bond with her. I don’t know why but her sad little face made me so connected with her. We were visiting so many patients every day but I felt like I needed to see her. The group was going on a safari the next day but I decided to stay here. Not only for her but also I do not like getting up at 2am!! I am really not a morning person here. I have to tell you that I am so glad I did not go with the group because I watched the surgery that day where they tried to remove infection. Later the group arrived home and told me of the stories of the day. They seemed to have a great time. I went to see my little friend and she was dying. I felt horrible. I watched the little girl pass but thanked God that she was not hurting any longer. I think he knew that she would always have pain and suffering. And if anything that her life did was touch mine which could start a domino effect to influence others to be thankful for their lives and what they have. That is what we do as Christians is to teach others through our experiences.
Oh I wish I could say more now but will in the future. Monday (tomorrow) is a very busy day at the hospital. I will tell you all about the surgeries later. To sum up this entry I want to say that all of the people I have met and interacted with here in Mungeli have been way more that hospitable and Dr.Henry is like the energizer bunny. He is such the major presence here. I think everyone agrees with me when I say that we all would like to be like him. He and his family is a true affirmation that God is working in all areas of the world. I have seen it and will see it more before I leave… Later and will talk to yall soon.
Love always, Charlie

Only a few days left


We just got back from our second trip to the Khuria (or Kuriya) dam, and it was even better than the first time. We swam a lot more and the food was amazing. We had mutton. potato curry, tomato chutney and rice. I am going to miss this food. A lot more people swam this time, and it is so tough to get the Indians in the water. Swimming is not very popular in India, so we have to get the life jackets out and take them out step by step. I can't imagine ever fearing the peaceful water like they do, but Mark and I were lucky enough to be swimming at the YMCA before we could really walk. Anil just adores the water and loves taking people out on his inflatable raft with a trolling motor. I believe our entire group braved the cold water of the 600 acre reservoir, located an hour north of Mungeli in the foothills of mountains.

Yesterday, we had our Annual Function at the Rambo English School. There were about ten dances performed and over a hundred students participated. We worked with thirty kids on the "I want to be like you," from the Jungle Book. I believe we got some really great pictures and videos of Mark, Joseph and I as we danced with the kids. We dressed in green pants (jungle) and red shirts for the fire that the monkeys badly desire so they can be like man. We also had tails and red arm, head and ankle bands. It was quite hilarious as all of the other dances had more traditional Indian costumes, and our third, fourth and fifth grade boys were clearly dressed in an amateur fashion. We looked like such a rag tag compilation of monkey man. Monkey man is a nickname I have gotten from many of the local kids, because of the way I dribble basketballs between my legs and fun loving attitude.

A few of us our talking in Anil's office and getting online, and we are talking about how much we miss hot showers. I think Lynn is going to try to get a hotel in Delhi so she can get one a little earlier. We are going to miss the Dust Bowl that is Mungeli, back not the bucket showers or the crunchiness dust in your mouth when you are driving on the unpaved roads. On the other hand, I would rather have to deal with dustiness now rather than the monsoons that come in a few months. Mungeli has been very good to us and we will all surely miss it.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Cookin' with Chris McGaw

One of the few stated goals of my trip to India was ‘learn to cook’. Specifically, I wanted to learn to cook like an Indian Grandmother. I was assured several times by several different people that such a feat would be impossible. Not one to listen to advice from people, much less to be dissuaded, I still set out to learn how to cook as Indians do. Whether or not my culinary skills are up to sub-continental geriatric par is a question best left to critics, but I have learned a few recipes along the way.

Indian food as experienced in Continental or US restaurants is not Indian food as eaten in India. This is a statement backed up severally by more than a few Indians that I have spoken with about the topic of menu variety, food quality etc. I was assured that the finest chefs in India were working in London because the market is thriving and the money is so much better. Regardless of the culinary center of gravity, the menu of day to day living in India, in Chattisgargh especially, differs significantly from the list of items you might see at your local Indian restaurant. Several pieces are constant: chicken curry is, indeed, just about everywhere but is more of a special occasion food than a day to day meal. Vegetable pakora is also served with regularity, though far more simply than you would find at a restaurant.

Nearly the sum total of food here in Chattisgargh, the day to day food, is vegetarian. Non-veg is for a wealthier segment of the population than I deal with on a regular basis. For example, in a given month I may eat chicken prepared in my home only twice and there have been month long stretches of pure vegetarian. Meat is most commonly consumed at weddings; thankfully there are many weddings in Mungeli and the hospital staff is invited to most of them. Of the meat dishes prepared, especially at weddings, mutton features very heavily as a go to delicacy or fancy dish to be provided for visitors.

Most day to day meals, however, follow this pattern: wake and head to work and take lunch at around 10:00ish, eating chipati (unlevened flatbread made from wheat flower, water and a pinch of salt) or parata (chipati fried in oil, often stuffed with vegetables) with some left over veg from the night before. If no left overs are on hand, samosa (thin, flakey dough wrapped around a spiced potato mix into a kind of fattened, distended pyramid and deep fried) or pakora (wheatflour based dough with vegetables, chilies and maybe some meat deep fried) are subbed. Lunch follows far later than in the States or Europe, starting generally around 1500. Rice and dahl (literally translated as lentils, dahl is a lentil soup) are the primary constituents with some vegetarian to go with. Finally, dinner comes later still, often as late as 2030 or 2100 (2300 or later if you are Dr. Henry). Dinner is the larger meal, featuring roti (bread – usually chipati), left over rice and dahl from lunch and a more substantial vegetarian main course. Dinner is often where I would eat meat, bought from town that afternoon and carried home in a black plastic bag, still warm. All meals are eaten with the hands; only the meek eat with silverware!

Eating with the hands is not terribly difficult once the technique is figured out. Eating is one of vital, spinal skills that can be relied upon to develop quickly due to necessity, much like running or swimming – can’t swim? Toss yourself into a pool and you may be surprised how decent of a job you will do getting to the edge if panic doesn’t send you to the bottom. When at the Christian Medical Association of India conference in Aurangabad I was dressed down by a venerable nurse who told me that I need not a spoon ‘for god has given you five of them,’ holding up her fingers.

Eating is always, always, always done with the right hand. India has a distinct lack of toilet paper and the left hand is used to clean up after using the toilet. However aided by water one may be, I would still shy from using the same hand to feed myself.

The technique, relatively easily acquired if difficult to master to a point of whole sale food inhalation, revolves around pinching and mushing rice together with whatever additives are present, relying on dahl to stick everything together. The motion resembles taking a clod of dirt into your hands and pressing it apart between your fingers and thumb. Once mixed, one gathers a pinch of rice and veg with the finger tips, turning the whole mess in circles as if trying to take a large hexagonal nut off of the plate. Pushing the slowly forming beehive shaped lump about on the plate helps to sop up whatever juices lay near the pile and also pushes clear any offal, letting your fingers work with only the intended bite. After several good turns and a push or two, one ought to have a small, egg shaped ball of food that is ready to be scooped up. Lifting with all the fingers and turning the palm up, the food ought to rest on your fingers almost as if to offer to another. To finish the delivery to your feed hole, press with your thumb as if sloughing something sticky off of your fingertips, pushing the lump of rice and veg into your mouth with the remaining fingers acting like a shovel, pointed into your mouth. After a meal or two if trying to master this, eating will become second nature and silverware will seem extraneous. Well, maybe not extraneous to all…

Eating with roti (breads) is easily managed: simply tear a piece of chipati (or whatever) off and pinch up some solid food with it, deliver it to thy feed hole and feast. Pushing the roti around in the juices before scooping is also a good idea. If you care to be particularly Indian about it, hold the roti in your right hand and extend a length of it past your fingertips. Then, turn your hand over, pressing your fingers to the table, pinching the roti in place and, using your thumb, begin to tear free a piece of the roti. The whole process is easily understood if you think of trying to tear a piece of paper towel or whatever with only one hand, the other hand busy dealing with some kind of spill – push the paper towel (roti) into the table and use your thumb and fingers to tear a chunk off, slowly working your hand right and left to get a good square torn free. Same idea with roti.

After being in Mungeli for nearly five months I went to Darjeeling and found myself at Glenary’s, a lovely little restaurant in Darjeeling, eating some bacon and eggs (what a treat!). What was amusing, if slightly disconcerting at the time, was that without thinking I had begin to tear my toast with my right hand, treating it as my ‘roti’. Using my chunk of toast I pulled free a piece of egg and folded a chunk of bacon off of the strip, all using my toast covered fingers to create a little Indian vessel of yummy. After a few bites I just sat there and stared at my plate for a moment – the cognitive dissonance was pretty extreme. I was not sure where I was in memory or place. Point is, Indian eating is relatively easy to learn and, once learned, allows for a very visceral connection to the food that makes eating with silverware seem more like surgery or mechanic work than eating, like you are dealing with something unreal and separate rather than necessary and delicious. Besides, if you learn to eat well like an Indian, Indian people will love the crap out of you just for eating with your fingers. Also, you will get along fine at an Ethiopian restaurant and can wow your friends.

The following are a few staple recipes that make up the day to day eating here at Mungeli. They are not terribly fancy, given that they are simple table food. Simple as they may be, they are delicious and rib sticking. The quantities listed are approximate, for Kavita (the maid and my mother away from home) does not use measuring tools – she simply adds what she thinks is appropriate and then tastes to make sure. Also contributing to the strange quantities is that the dishes are often calibrated towards using a particular whole amount of a given ingredient – so many potatoes of such and such a size per person, so many tomatoes of such and such a size etc.

Note: all purees are made with a tablespoon or two of water and are roughly the consistency of runny apple butter.

Chicken Curry
Chicken curried in a brown sauce is one of the quintessential Indian dishes that everyone knows. Making a good curry is not terribly difficult, as this recipe shows. Overall, the whole process takes around a half an hour, less if you have a food processor. The results are not going to win you any awards, but they will almost certainly please your table.

½ kg of chicken per person, chunked ( [ 1kg = 2.2lbs] the recipe is calibrated for 1-1.5 kg of chicken)
2-3 golf ball sized onions, diced
2-3 golf ball sized tomatoes, diced
1-2 tsp cumin seeds
Puree: 3-4 tbs garlic
1-2 tbs ginger
1 tbs whole black peppercorn
Powdered Masala Spices
1-2 tsp dalchini (cinnamon)
1-2 tsp salt
1 heaping teaspoon each of dalchini (red chili powder), garam masala (meat based powdered stock), haldi (turmeric)

Begin by adding a cup or so of oil (Kavita adds somewhere between two and three cups – too little oil will not produce the correct consistency curry) to a pan at medium heat. Add diced onion and fry. When onion is beginning to become translucent add the cumin seeds and toast them with the frying onion. Once the onion begins to brown, add the chicken chunks, tossing to ensure an even coating of oil across the chicken. Fry for approximately three minutes before adding the diced tomatoes, masala powder, and puree. Add approximately a cup of water to create a brown sauce base to cook down. Continue cooking uncovered for approximately seven minutes until the chicken is cooked through. If the chicken chunks are very thick, you may try covering the curry for several minutes, but be sure to scrape the bottom of the pan when you stir and toss the curry once uncovered. Add another teaspoon of turmeric and salt if flavor or color are not to your liking. Garnish with diced cilantro if desired. Serve with rice, roti and a side salad of sliced carrots, tomato and turnip.

Alternately, the chicken may be fried by submersion in oil first. An easy fry coating for the chicken mix is one or two tablespoons of pureed ginger, an egg and half a cup of flower. Toss the chicken in the mix and fry for around two or three minutes per side (five to six minutes total) and then add to the curry as described above, reducing cooking time slightly. Serves 2-3.

Tomato Chutney
One of the accompaniments to most dishes is chutney: spiced sauce to add flavor or character to a meal. Tomato chutney, as made by Kavita, is a powerful mixture of both the smooth, cool flavors of cilantro and the long, steady burn of green chili. Taken together with the biting flavor of tomato and a touch of sweet from sugar, this tomato chutney goes really well with savory parata or meat dishes.
2 golf ball to fist sized onions
5 golf ball to fist sized tomatoes diced to >1cm (coarsely puree if desired)
3 tbs cilantro
3 green chilis split length wise and then diced
Approx. 5 cloves of garlic, pureed
1-2 tbs ginger, pureed
2 tsp salt
1-2 tsp sugar
Option 1:
2 tsp turmeric (optional: this will add a savory flavor and change the color from bright red to an orangey mustard with red tomato chunks)
1 cup of flour, sifted (optional: used as a thickening agent, the flour will change consistency and color significantly)
Option 2:
1 tsp cumin seeds
1 tsp mustard seed

Begin by adding several tablespoons of oil, perhaps three quarters of a cup, to a pan and add the onions. As they fry and become translucent toss in the cilantro (slightly wet, even) to flash fry. Option 2’s spices may at this point be added to create a more spicy variety of chutney. Stir in the diced green chilis soon after along with the pureed garlic and ginger. Leaving the garlic and ginger slightly chunky can add nuggets of strong flavor in the chutney; consider adding coarsely diced ginger and garlic in addition to puree. After a few minutes the air should be hot and thick from the frying chilis and your onions will be beginning to brown. Add tomato and stir frequently. Season with salt and sugar if desired. At this point you must decide if you want to add a thickening agent. If so desired, add the turmeric, stirring constantly. Sift in flour slowly, stirring constantly, until the desired consistency is achieved. The whole mixture will solidify slightly when it cools, so look for something a little more runny than you want. I tend to like it around the consistency of runny tomato soup, thickening to tomato soup as it cools. Serve alongside savory foods warm or chilled. Serves 3-4.

Aloo Gobi Muttar
King of vegetable dishes in my mind, Aloo Gobi Muttar (potato, cauliflower and peas) is heavy hitting vegetarian fare that will satisfy nearly any appetite. The final result is a lovely, light brown sauce with bright greens and very spicy notes throughout. Delicious, cheap and relatively easy.
2 golf ball to fist sized onions
Puree: 2 tsp green coriander, 1 tsp garlic, 1 tsp ginger
One large head of cauliflower cut into 2x1 inch pieces
2-3 potatoes cut into small cubes
1 and ½ cup green sweet peas
2 tomatoes, diced
½ tsp turmeric
Salt to taste
½ to 1 tsp red chili powder

Add a few tablespoons of oil to a pan and begin frying the onions. Once the onions are translucent, add the pureed masala base and the powdered spices. Stir until an even consistency is achieved. Add beans and potatoes. Fry until the potatoes are firm, not hard (approximately half or less of the way to mashable). This will take around 10 to 15 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add cauliflower pieces and salt to taste. Continue cooking over heat until the cauliflower is at the desired softness; giving under the press of a fork with a slight ‘pop’. For a hotter dish add two finely diced green chilis to the mix. Serve with rice and roti.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Ray's Write-up

Often on overseas church related trips we ask the reflective question, “Where Did you see God today?” That question usually evokes a response dealing with beauty which was unexpected…. A flower, a sunset, a child, a caring or compassionate action…
I’m finding it harder to answer that question on this trip. Did I see God in the 6 month old baby badly burned? Did I see God in the man washing his clothes in the ditch water in front of the hospital? Maybe the issue of seeing God doesn’t seem to be what is sought.

Perhaps the question should be reworded. “What does God want to happen in this situation?” That may not elicit as joyful response but sure does elicit response of faith and dedication.

Seeing Anil Henry exchange smiles and teasing with a child he had operated on a day previous, felt like God’s Work and what God wants. Seeing the entire staff of this hospital work for below market wages with more primitive equipment in order to serve the neediest seems like what God wants. Driving down roads congested with people living in desperate poverty makes me aware of what God wants. Seeing families sleeping on the hospital floor beside an ill loved one reminds me of what God wants. This historic mission is definitely what God wants.
This trip makes me more aware that it is important to not only notice God around us but to be asking what God wants of me in any situation I may find myself. When we are busy doing what God wants we will become aware of God’s presence in our lives and in our world.

Ray Miles

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

One Week to Go!

We have approached our final week in Mungeli, and we have actually made a semi-schedule that has each day packed with activities that we want to complete before we depart. This morning we enjoyed our Ash Wednesday chapel service, which was streamed live over the internet. I believe there is a link of the taping on gadisciple.org. Some of our group is going to Kanha Tiger Preserve tomorrow, but Mark, Joseph and I have opted out in order to work at the school. Currently, we are choreographing and teaching a dance to about thirty third, fourth and fifth grade boys. It goes to the tune of "I wanna be like you," from the animated Jungle Book movie. It is going quite well, but we are two days out from the annual function on Saturday and we are clueless about their costumes for the performance. This pretty much sums up our work in India: Be prepared to do anything. There is such a lack of structure for the most part that possessing a high degree of versatility of skills and adaptability to a variety of situations is helpful. We miss you all at home, and Kovita made us all pancakes this morning so the Aunt Jemima syrup can in very handy.
Peace.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Back in Mungeli

We returned to Mungeli two days ago and are getting back in the swing of things. We took our two 12 hour trains, from Darjeeling to Calcutta and then on to Bilaspur. From there we took an auto rickshaw half of the way back to Mungeli until we realized that Dr. Henry had sent a car to pick us up. It all turned out well. The four of us had a great time in Darjeeling. It was a beautiful mix of Tibetan and and Indian culture. There is a great separatist movement in Darjeeling, because the native Gorkhas are calling for Gorkhaland. There are signs and posters everywhere. The locals want there own state within India and apart from the Communist West Bengal state they are currently in. While in Calcutta for a day, we got to stay with an American who is the leader of a conglomerate that is building the East-West metro (subway) line. His flat was very nice, and we were finally able to take a hot shower (awesome).
Rev. Ray Miles, Dale and Chris got in yesterday, the 15th, and Charlie and Lynn just got in today. I just returned from a day of teaching at school and I taught something that I never imagined I would do: choreography. Joseph and I are teaching the fifth and sixth grade boys the King Louie dance from the Jungle Book. Of course, we are excluding the part when we stands on one arm and picks up Mogely with his feet, but the rest of it shall be "good fun" as Dr. Henry says. Most of the students are learning a dance or talent for the Annual Function, a variety show, that will be held on Saturday.
Mark and Dale are working hard to finish all the details of the livestream chapel service on the 18th. The ground was broken for the hospital's cancer center last week so there is a massive hole in the ground in the middle of the compund for the laying of the foundation. It is quite amazing to think there will be a modern cancer treatment facility in rural Mungeli, but that helps to demonstrate the dedication and vision of Dr. Henry. We all miss everyone and I think we will have a lot more post from everyone in the group soon. Mom and Dad, thanks for the care package that you sent with Lynn.
Peace

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Leaving Darjeeling

We are fixing to head off to Calcutta in an hour, but we have thoroughly enjoyed this amazing mountain town of Darjeeling. The landscapes are so majestic from the top of the city, which is located on a high mountain. All around are similar sized mountains. Then in the distance you can see the snow capped peaks of the himalayas that reach higher than most of the clouds. It can be quite hazy here sometimes as smoke and fog gathers in the valleys. This hinders are ability to see the Himalayas, but it complements the local geography and landscape. The people are very hardy and persevere tough living conditions and other obstacles. We see a group of workers making and laying a very primitive asphalt. It's hard to breathe as we walk by the site on the way to our hotel. Well, the group is heading down the mountain to the jeeps, so I must go. I will continue this blog when I get to Mungeli.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Darjeeling Adventures

Today we went to ride horse through Darjeeling, but it turned out they were not cared for very much and Mark and another fell off while walking. It looked scary, but these horse are so short for the terrain that the fall was not harmful. After the second fall, when the horse collapsed, we quit riding halfway through the trip, and paid the man a smaller amount. It was really sad to witness the neglect these animals receive, and we are looking to protest to the owner of the guide service for better treatment of these animals. After that, we walked to the Tibet Refugee camp, which we thought was a five to ten minute walk, but took over an hour. However, the long journey was worth it. We bought some of the homemade goods that the Refugees make on campus, and we got to witness there working practices. Later, I played some basketball, badminton, and a kind of hackey sack with some of the children. We went through a museum that described the creation of this particular refugee camp in Darjeeling, and the unjust tale of the Chinese occupation of Tibet. It was quite moving, and I feel I could spend time volunteering there in the future, or at another Tibet refugee camp.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Greeting from Darjeeling

Mark, Joseph, Chris and I headed out of Bilaspur to Calcutta on Saturday nights. The trains are a great and cheap way to travel about India, though the sleeper car where not designed for our 6'4'' frames. We spent 12 hours in Calcutta and spent all day Sunday checking out the sights. I will have to spend an entire blog on our travels when we get back to free internet in Mungeli. After Calcutta we headed to Darjeeling on train and jeep. The jeep broke down and popped a tire on these mountainous road. It took a while, but we are thankful for our safety. Darjeeling is a fascinating mountain town, known for it world's best tea and Buddhist temples. We are having a tremendous time, and we are about to go to a cafe called Glenarry for BACON (its been a while) and eggs.
We miss everyone back in the States.
Love,
Andrew

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Web Album

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This is the site for our blog web photo album. Check it out.

Past Two Days

The past two days have been a blast. Yesterday we spent most of the day i Bilaspur (about an hour away), and got to experience some of the luxuries of a bigger city. While Anil was taking care of business, our group (Joseph, Mark, Chris and Geeda) explored Bilaspur. We got some coffee at a Starbucks-esque joint, and Geeda enjoyed shopping for shoes as the guys picked up some burnable CD's for the school. We were wandering around looking for a grocery store, and we eventually found it about an hour and half later. We picked up a kilo of mozzarella cheese and some orange and cranberry juice, some luxury that are not available in Mungeli. Anil found us at the store and we went over to his wife's, Terry, first cousin house to hang out. We picked up thirty chicken on a stick on our way over. That snack was so delicious. They just barbecue nuggets of chicken that are stacked on a kabob stick after they are seasoned to perfection. The tender chicken reminded me of one of my favorite fast food restaurants, Chic-Fil-a. It was great to eat so much meat and get some protein back in my system that my mostly vegetarian had been lacking. But all in all we have ate so many beans and dahl (a crushed lentil sauce) that my diet has been full of protein. I am looking forward to Kovita's dinner tonight, she is making a lot of fish. Before we left Bilaspur we stopped at a sports good store and we bought some weights, cricket bat and ball, badminton gear, and table tennis gear. On our drive back home the six of us ate dinner at a small restaurant that Anil suggested for 475 rupies (about $10). I love a good bargain. We also had an eight year old boy as one of our waiters, oh child labor at its finest.

Today, something happened that completely surprised me. It has been raining during the dry season. Instead of eighty degrees and sunny, like all the days it has been like a slow April day of constant light rain and drizzle. Today was picture day at Rambo Memorial English School. We brought our digital cameras and took pictures of all the classes from nursery to class ten. We are going to get 8 x 12's made and put them on the bulletin boards we are making. I got a picture with class eight as the teacher. The teachers are not assigned class level, but just subject materials, like maths, Sanskrit, English and so on. I actually sat in on a Sanskrit period during an idle period, and worked on learning the alphabet. I taught all day today in mostly maths and science. I am purposely make math plural, because that is the way it is used here. Indians use a lot of British spelling of words like colour, flavour, and favourite. In maths, I taught the three central tendencies of mean, median and mode, and in science we taught the transportation that occurs within animals. We focused today's lesson on the circulation system (British term). We are about to cloth the final bulletin boards after we glued the Styrofoam to the frames two days ago. Mark went and got pictures of all the teachers back from the photo shop today. We are going to put them on some frames and showcase them in Principal Avinash's office.

We miss and love all of you. We especially appreciate all the letters that were sent with us. Joseph, Mark, Chris and I are looking to travel to Calcutta and Darjeeling for five days next week before the next DOC group arrives.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Working in Mungeli

We had a long day today in India. We started it by hosting chapel. Joseph led music with a guitar, Mark did the prayers, and I read scripture and responsive readings. I love the atmosphere that is created by worshiping in Hindi, but it was nice to worship in your own language and share it with the congregation. Following worship, we went to teach all day at the school. We normally get to teach subjects like maths and English, because the shortage of teachers in that area. But today a lot of teachers were on leave so we were busy all day with an array of subjects. I even got the opportunity for the eighth graders to write pen pal letters to Sara's eighth grade English class in LaGrange. I have read a few letters, and it is going to be interesting to see how much Sara's students will be able to decipher and understand their writing. Joseph and I taught the last two periods of seventh grade. We spent a lot of time teaching them note taking practices and class order. We worked on plant physiology and ancient Indian history. After school, Joseph, Mark and I fiinish the bulletin boards. We are going to present them to Avinash at school soon. We are off to dinner and Kavita's amazing cooking. Sorry there is no picture for this post, because I am writing from Anil's desktop.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Two Weeks In


1/30
The Danish medical students just arrived and the others are giving them a tour of the facilities. We recently returned from our last day of school for the week. School here goes every day but Sunday, and it runs from 8am to 1pm. I have been teaching English, Social Studies (History and Civics), science, and maths (they always refer to it in plural form). The textbooks are poorly worded and in rough conditions, but we make do. I gave a quiz on light reflection after conducting two lessons on the seven page chapter, and I was somewhat disappointed by the results. The highest scores were sixty percent (3 out 5 correct answers), but I had numerous zeros as well. The seventh graders are unaccustomed to examinations, and I am trying to acclimate them to simple quizzes to prepare them for the eighth grade practicum. The principal, Avinash, came into demonstrate his disappoint in the class’s academic performance. The kids are respectful the most part, but I feel sympathetic to their hardships of learning in their second language, English, and the lack of learning instruments (calculators, computers, rulers, etc…)
Right now, the four of us are working on the bulletin boards that Reverend Landa and Toni had envisioned to install up in the classrooms. We have most of the bulletin board bases made by the carpenters on the compound, and we are gluing the Styrofoam (thermoclear) and then stapling the cloth on top of it. I am sure Kovita is going to give us some guilty looks when she walks in to prepare dinner tonight and see bits of Styrofoam all over the floor. Look out for pictures next week when we donate them to the Rambo Memorial English School.
We had a pizza party for all the residence at our apartment complex two nights ago. The Indians thoroughly enjoyed our cooking. We found some white flour at the lachne store in town to be the staple of the crust. Next, we made homemade tomato sauce with crushed tomatoes, Italian spices from Dr. Terry Henry’s secret stash, and onions and garlic. Dr. Rotash, an optometrist, bought us a few blocks of mozzarella while he was in Bilaspur. We topped the pizza with sautéed eggplant, onions, and green peppers. It is quite odd for men to cook in this society, which is evident by our wonderful cook and maid, Kovita. We also made a cake for Mrs. Nancy Henry (Anil’s mother) for her 75th birthday. It is much more difficult to cook here, because we use small circular, convection ovens. It is a long process to cook three batches of snickerdoodle cookies or a dozen ten inch pizzas.
We continue our learning the game of cricket as we play most afternoons with the locals. Instead of using the traditional hard leather ball, we use the safer hard tennis balls that are sold in town. It is a very exciting game when you are batting, bowling or playing backstop (catcher), but playing the field is quite boring. I had an interesting experience yesterday when I was coming home and accidently got in between the hundred pound momma pig and her three babies that living in the compound. The momma got pretty protective as she stared me down. The video we saw at Kanha National park about three pigs stomping on a leopard ran through my mind. I also had to scare off a five hundred pound cow with horns that walked into the school grounds today. Oh India. I think Mark, Joseph and I are going to conduct chapel service someday next week.
I hope to have Chris write a blog soon about the Indian cuisine that we enjoy every day, including some recipes.