Showing posts with label Encounters with Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Encounters with Hope. Show all posts

Monday, 21 November 2016

The (In)Significance of Loss, Emotions and Relationships

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I am driving back from work on the crowded roads of Delhi. As the traffic stops at the traffic light, I realise it is dark and there are no stars in the sky. I look around me; anxious and impatient drivers waiting for the traffic light to turn green. They blow the horn even when there is some time for the signal to turn green. 

My eyes wander and stop at a street light, throwing light on a big shady tree on one side of the road.  The following lyrics play.  I wonder at the irony of the placement of every object and every human-being around me, in light of these lyrics. 

"पिघले नीलम सा बहता हुआ यह समां
नीली नीली सी खामोशियाँ
न कहीं है ज़मीन, न कहीं आसमान
सरसराती हुई टहनियां, पत्तियां
कह रही हैं की बस तुम हो यहाँ
सिर्फ मैं हूँ
मेरी सांसें हैं और मेरी धड़कनें
ऐसी गहराइयाँ, ऐसी तनहाइयाँ
और मैं सिर्फ मैं 
अपने होने पर मुझको यकीन आ गया "

Suddenly, I am reminded of my scuba diving experience in Olbia a few months ago. I return back to the present, wondering, if I believe in my existence? Even though I am not sure, these lyrics feel right.

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My mind is then transported back to work where many courageous and committed individuals work every single day tirelessly with hope that one day, they will be able to see a world free of child slavery. This is despite the many setbacks because of the bureaucratic Government, the insensitive society and the politics of ego, money and power. This is also despite witnessing horrifying and horrendous moments every single day.

I then think of the millions of children working as domestic help, serving food and cleaning houses, in brick kilns and carpet making industries, in bidi making and firecrackers industry; anywhere and everywhere.

I know for a fact that I have on countless occasions worried about my education, work, relationships and a lot more. No, I do not want to feel good for my own plights at the cost of others. I am sad for myself. My emotions, loss, relationships and worries at different point of time in life seem so insignificant and futile. This brings me to the question - Are we supposed to be selfish or are we supposed to be giving? What is being humane then? Is it really needed? Does it define humanity?

Every day, when I drive in the morning to office, there is a man who begs for money with a smile. I know I cannot do much except give him food may be. But I feel sad. I ask myself the following question, a friend asked me yesterday over a rather emotional discussion.

"Is it all worth it?"

The relationships, emotions and fears, do I need these? Can I give up all of them for a larger cause? Will that be worth it?

I have one life and giving it up for anything won't matter to anyone. I am not sure of many answers and I have increasing number of questions everyday. But I know for sure that this madness to do anything and everything against slavery, has never presented itself with disappointments. The cause is capable of giving a feeling of transience, constancy and freedom; all that I seek for, despite its inherent nature of unfreedom for millions!

Towards the journey of transience, constancy and freedom.
Towards  a bit more hope every day despite the blow of horns, the traffic and the anxious, impatient and insensitive people around me.

Until next time,

Tuesday, 29 March 2016

My Favorite - Natasha Badhwar

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If there is anyone I relate to closely in terms of expressions, writing and emotions, it is her - NATASHA BADHWAR, a film maker, media trainer and 'mother of three' <3

How do you do this - words in the most simple yet larger than life expressions!
I know that some day I will be privileged to meet you and share with you all the stories that I have penned down with utmost purity and honesty of my soul, like yours. I know we will be able to connect in a parallel universe. I love you!
:-)

"Bad news makes me numb. It is when the good news arrives that I break down and cry. By then, the more rational ones ask, “Why are you crying now?".......Love, innocence, courage, endurance—when we witness them in their purer form, it moves the tectonic plates inside us. We feel something in our skin and bones. It reminds us of a version of us that we have been neglecting."

Writing is this - simple, graceful, directly from the soul! <3

Read her full article here - What Makes You Cry

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Thursday, 31 December 2015

Where There Is HOPE, There Is LIFE.

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On my wall, the poster reads - There is always hope! :-)

One of my friends showed this poster to me while we were visiting a shop yesterday. There was no space for any deliberation - I bought it and put it up on one of the most viewed walls in my room. Not that my room has many walls, it just has four walls like most rooms, but I wanted to put it up on a wall from where it is always visible to me while I am studying, reading, sleeping or eating.

Then I also have this stone that reads - HOPE, on my desk from the most memorable travel trip of my life.

As I sit down to write this post at 10: 30 PM India time and 5 PM London time on 31 December 2015, I wonder if I am mad and crazy. I only wonder, I am not. Time and again, we have read, learnt, heard and experienced what a little hope can do for us and the world at large. We have seen great revolutions, great stories and great people who have survived just on hope. But I had always wondered what this hope actually is because for many of us it just disappears when we most need it. In times such as these, how do we survive? (May be there is a rush of memories in my head from the entire year right now and that is why I am blabbering or may be I am making some sense)

For me, the first encounter with what hope really is in its most real form was when I first visited a trafficking survivors shelter home in 2013 in India. These women of steel taught me a lot more about what it is to live in just three months, than I would have learnt in the entire 24 years of my existence.

Since then, I have constantly strived to understand - what does it take to gather that little ounce of courage, what does it take to stand up for yourself in the smallest of situations, what does it take to give and receive love, what does it take to possess compassion in its purest form, what does it take to listen a bit more, what does it take to spread joy, smiles and gratitude, what does it take for anything and everything that makes us a little more human, that makes us who we are, that lets us be?

The year 2015 has given me more than one answer to these questions. The one I live up to each moment of my existence is - all it takes is a little hope, all that matters is that little ounce of faith in our being, all that it takes to love is that selfless compassion and all that it takes to live is that little ounce of courage that gives us the strength to write and live our OWN STORY.

No, the year will not necessarily be easy even we possess hope, but it can be beautiful and fulfilling for us to walk the path that we want to carve for ourselves, to write our own story and to live up to it each day against the forces that we may encounter. 

Therefore, before this year comes to an end and the new one begins in all its glory, I heartfully thank every person, friend, family, mentor, guide, teacher, women, children - everyone I have had the good fortune to know and work  with this year; who have not only increased my faith in all of the above but have also made me a little more of me each day and have left their permanent impressions of hope and love.

I am eagerly looking forward to what the new year has in store for me. I don't know what it does but what I do know is that I am going to live it with a little more of each of these every day - compassion, gratefulness, hope, love and faith. Oh and I will be a learner for life and a better listener as well!

Have a hopeful new year 2016!

With a heart full of gratitude and love,
Pankhuri Amal

:-)

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Monday, 28 December 2015

The Last Session - Not The Last One!

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Note: Names of the children have been changed to protect their identity. In addition, all details and stories of the session have not been shared here to respect the emotions of the children.

This blog post is the seventh and the final post, in the series of posts, describing the experience of conducting life skills sessions at Delhi's red light area, G.B. Road.

I have been procrastinating to write this post for a long time now. It has been almost three months since I last visited the SPID - SMS Centre for a session with the children. Part of the reason for this procrastination was because I was dealing with settling down in a new city (and country) and the other part of the reason is that I did not want to feel nostalgic when I read my diary where I planned for each session and sort the photos for this blog post.

But it has been coming back to me again and again. And hence I am sitting on my messy desk with a yellow dim light at 6:26 p.m. on a lazy, sleepy but inspiring Sunday; inspiring because I have been reading the beautiful diary entries of these children, some of which I shall illustrate in this blog post. 

As I begin to pen down the memories of the last session, many beautiful memories are rushing through my mind with Lalitha ji, master ji, the children, everybody at the SMS Centre. I feel bit nostalgic and a bit happy to have gained something in life that makes me smile each time I think about it, that made me a better human being and that will always be in my heart. It is as if a part of me belongs to the SMS Centre.

(For people who are reading this post for the first time, you can read this post for context)

I vividly remember my answer to what home means to me on a recent travel trip. I remarked profusely - GB Road (vocally) SMS Centre (in my mind). This explains the plethora of emotions I am experiencing right now as I sit to write this final post with a firm belief that I will soon pen down another series of similar posts.

It all started in June when I had a small dream to learn life skills with a bunch of children in Delhi's red light area. Materialising it did not seem easy and I had no belief whatsoever to take this initiative on my own. After all, we have been trained to always have someone to guide us, to mentor us; we need an organisation to work with. But when I went to meet Lalitha ji, something changed. I got insurmountable courage and strength. I decided, come what may, I am doing this.

The following four months from June to September have been the most memorable months of my life until now. Each session made me more aware about myself. It would not be an exaggeration to state that each session made me a better person. I am sure that I learnt more than what I taught. When I look back, I cherish all those moments with intense happiness. I found a new family, I found hope, I became stronger.

The Session
The placards read - I am a leader, 
I am courageous and hopeful, I am 
awesome, My dream :-)
I did not know how to tell them that it was our last session together, at least for now. So we simply started the session without having any discussion about it. We had placards which had highlights from all the previous sessions - I am awesome, I am a leader, I am courageous and hopeful, I have a dream, I am brave and so on. All these placards were spread on the floor and we all sat in a circle surrounding them. Then children in groups were asked to arrange them in any order and shape - circular, in line, parallely or any other way. This was to judge if we understand life skills as a whole or we take them as a step-by-step process. Either way is correct. It depends on how we see life, how we percieve ourselves in this world and how confident we are to follow the path of our dreams.

Post this, children were divided in groups and they were asked to make anything that could illustrate their learning from all the sessions - it can be a painting, a write up, anything.





Here are some illustrations from this activity.

This one reads - We should believe in ourselves. This illustration outlines the dreams of the three children who made this - the centre one depicts a rocket; the child wishes to be a scientist like Dr APJ Abdul Kalam. The left one is a school; the child wants to be a teacher. The right one is the child himself standing on a stage and the audience cheering him up. He wishes to be a rockstar.
This illustration again describes the dreams of  three children. The left one wishes to be an actor, the centre one a missionary and the bottom one a soldier. They have then combined the values from the sessions to describe these dreams - self belief, dreams, leadership. 


The top one shows a house, a car and family; the bottom left one shows that the child is dreaming to be an actor; and the bottom right one shows the child is a doctor and is treating her patient.






Post this, children were given diaries that will always remain with them. This was inspired from Mia who brought a bundle of papers in the previous session and it was titled - My dairy. She told me how she pens down her experience of these sessions in this diary. I so wished in that moment that I should have encouraged all children to do so from the first session itself. 

They were given the diaries and were asked to write three entires - they as a five year old, a 25 year old and a 35 year old - a letter to themselves or what they imagine themselves to be doing during these different phases of life. Thanks to Kanu Ma'am for this amazing idea and to Lalitha ji for helping in implememting it perfectly.

As the children were writing so intently, I was observing them. I wanted the moment to freeze in my eyes. The greatest gift for me on reading those diary entries was to realise that - children now believe a little more in themselves, and in their dreams and their flight for freedom than when I had first met them. I felt rewarded and a bit proud that day.

Here is a diary entry of one child (Tenses have been changed in translation at some places to convey the meaning of what the child intends to express). I request the reader to read these with no perceptions and with no intention to make logical sense. These depict the heart and dreams of children - they are flawless like a river, they are honest, they are pure.

"When I was five year old, I used to see children going to school and used to wish that some day I will also go to school, learn, get education and grow old to be a good human being. When I used to see other children playing with toys, I used to ask my mother to buy me one. I also asked my mother to take me to my grand parents' home. My mother loved me a lot and I also loved my mother a lot. I used to play with toys. Sometimes, my mother used to beat me. She also used to give me a bath. 

And when I used to see people dancing, I also wanted to dance. So I tried to copy their steps. And when I used to see scientists making robots in movies, I also wished to be a scientist." 
"Now that I am 25 year old, I have passed 12th grade and I have started going to college. I am studying to be a scientist. I have some friends too. After I complete my education, I will also teach other students with similar dreams."
"Now that I am 35 year old, I have got married and I am a scientist. I remember my old school and SMS centre. I go to visit SMS centre whenever I can. I also take care of my mother. And also of my children. My children want to learn dance. So, I have enrolled them in dance classes. I take my children to participate in dance shows. I also teach science to my children. 

Then when I get time, I go to meet my mother. I live happily with my family. My children go to school to study and I let them walk the paths of their dreams."

The drawing shows - I am happy, me and my mother, my wife and my children.














Another one....



"I am 35 year old. I have two children and my parents are old now. My children study in an English medium school. My children go to school at 7 am and I go to work at 10 am. My husband is in the police. I am a doctor.

I always used to doubt myself if I can be a doctor. But now I know how important it is to believe in ourselves. 

I will enable my children to study a lot. I love my family. And sometimes I go to visit Lalitha ji. I will never forget her."








I then went to each child and attached their notes and other drawings from the previous sessions in their new diary. They were excited to hold it - that feeling of owning something which can contain our heart!

After the session
Post this, I told them that this was our last session together for at least a year. They had a lot of questions on their face. We talked for a while. I had taken a prayer flag for the SMS centre from Leh. Lalitha ji asked me to hang it in the class room. I stood up on a chair and put it near the picture of a God. Lalitha ji asked master ji to click my picture. Then we clicked some group pictures as well. We then danced for a while.

Then I asked Lalitha ji for an acknowledgment letter for my time at the SMS centre as I will require that as proof of my work there. She said - "You write, I will blindly sign it. I don't do it for others but for you I will unconditionally sign it. And do write everything in detail." That moment I could not even say a thank you properly. I just felt - I have definitely earned a lot, something that cannot be described in words. 

Then I left with a promise to return back before I leave India for further studies. Lalitha ji gave me juice to drink. She also asked me to take lunch but I was in a hurry for further work. So she gave me a chocolate and asked me to eat it on my way out. 

And when I returned back
The next day Hardik and I went to the centre to do some videography for a video we were making. I sat with Lalitha ji while she gave us tea and biscuits. I showed Hardik around the SMS centre - where I hung the prayer flag and where we used to do the sessions. I was actually showing all of it to myself. I wanted to capture the existence of this experience in my heart forever.

As I left that day, I bid farewell to the children, master ji and Lalitha ji. I had tears in my eyes and so did she. I can never forget that last glipmse of her inspiring, calm and courageous face. I will return back soon. After all, home is where the heart is. 

A Note
This last session changed me in a lot of ways. It also showed me very vividly how these children have similar dreams and ideas about their life like anyone else. Then why are they sidelined? Whay are they discarded? Why are they not respected? 

Today, if it was not for the taboo of the world that these children and their mothers face every day, I would have shared the pictures of their divine smiles.
Today if we did not discard them as 'not normal' and let them study and live with us, I would have shared pictures which depict their wishes, their dreams, their desires, like other 'normal' children.

For one last time, I request you all to just think once the next time you say anything derogatory against these children or their mothers. These children are same as our children. In fact, most of them seem to have better values and life principles than we 'normal' people are able to impart to our children. 

And even if you decide to do otherwise, I will continue with my strong faith. I will walk all the way with many other people like Lalitha ji with that little lamp of hope and faith in my hand that says - every human has a right to live a life of dignity. Every child deserves education and childhood. Everyone deserves to be free. And I will fight for this freedom until my last breath.

Until next time,
Keep Dreaming, Keep Believing and Keep Living!

:-)

Special thanks to Skills for Life for designing these wonderful and blissful sessions. The session is far more enthralling than what has been described in this write up. If you would like to be trained and take up these sessions, please contact them on their FB page or leave a comment here. 
You can also donate to the SPID - SMS Centre - clothes, bags, shoes, food, money, anything. Leave a comment here or write to Lalitha ji at lalithasa10@gmail.com.

*NOTE: It is suggested that anybody who wishes to work in this area, does so through an established and trusted NGO. This is not a place to explore casually; do take care of your safety first.

Saturday, 5 December 2015

If You Don't Have Compassion, You Are Not A Human Being!

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Location: SOAS, University of London       Taken on: December 5, 2015      Event: Tales of 1947 - A Play

Why is a woman always at risk? In every situation, in every context? We have a lot of answers to this question. We can do research, dig deep into academia, advocate, debate and answer this in various contexts to satisfy ourselves that we understand all that is wrong with the world. We can also choose to not care. We have all rights to live the way we wish to.

This is not the aftermath of watching a play on the partition of India and Pakistan and the horrible tales people went through, this is not anger culminating from seeing women deprived of their dignity since time immemorial, this is also not the consequence of getting strong and vivid images of women who are stripped of their dignity every single day multiple times in this world....right here where we live!

This is a simple statement - enough is enough. I no longer want to plead to anyone to take some step, to take some action, to care, to be human for a change. I just want to say this now - if you don't care, you are not a human being. If you don't have compassion, you are not a living being. If you can't empathise, you don't have a heart, you don't deserve to live. Period.


Thursday, 15 October 2015

Skills for Life Session 6 - Dealing with Emotions

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Note: Names of the children have been changed to protect their identity. In addition, all details and stories of the session have not been shared here to respect the emotions of the children.

This blog post is the sixth, in the series of posts, describing the experience of conducting life skills sessions at Delhi's red light area, G.B. Road.

Before the session

Today, children were getting health checkup and therefore we did not have our usual room for conducting the session. Nevertheless, we found a small corner for ourselves where Lalita ji was sitting, some kids were sleeping and here we were - a bunch of extremely excited people eager to discuss what emotions are. We enacted all emotions we knew from happiness to sadness and from anger to excitement.

During the session

Children told me how they react when they are angry or what they do to show love - some hug each other, some simply smile while others jump in happiness. It made me wonder how easy it is to feel the different hues of emotions around us if we let ourselves free, if we just do not let the child in us die. Let the smile reach your eyes, jump when you are excited, laugh whole heartedly like nobody is watching, dance when you want to, get angry, cry your heart out. 

Their discussion left me thinking for a long time and I learnt a lot that day. As we get older, expressing emotions is considered 'childish'. We feel that we will be considered weak if we cry. It is not elderly to laugh out loud or to express anger in front of the people we are angry with. So we resort to alternate means - we talk behind people's back, we do not express love, we keep thinking what the other person might think and all of this culminates into what it was meant to be - us becoming idealised adults running and walking as this world wants us do. The result - we are deprived of these beautiful emotions that make us human.

So, when I was with these children, my faith in expressing emotions increased manifold. We shared stories, some personal, while others funny. We also shared how we manage some of the intense emotions like anger or frustration. We then linked this discussion to the previous sessions on dealing with failures or self-worth. As usual, I did not have to do anything. I was a mere facilitator in that room.

We also had moments of laughter in between. While Aseema was placing strands of hair back on my ears and trying to count them, Mrinal asked a question assuredly - "Didi, gin ne se baal kam ho jate hain na?" (Didi, if we count our hair, they become less no?) I laughed and I said to Aseema not to count my hair. We all laughed.

Then we shared some stories that made us understand the importance of expressing whole heartedly more intensely and freely. 

The elephant story

When an elephant is small, people tie it with a chain so that it does not go haywire. So, it become used to move in a particular radius only. But even when it grows up, it feels that the same rope is still tied. The thing that he does not realise is that now it is so powerful that it can break the chain. Break the cycle of fear and overcome it. You can do anything if u want.

Vivekanda story

Once Vivekanda was going through a jungle. Suddenly some monkeys surrounded him and started to growl. He was frightened and started to run because of the fear. There was a wise person who saw all this. He advised him not to run and instead stand still and look straight in the eyes of monkeys. When he did that all the monkeys ran away.

Fear is like those monkeys if you run away from it will haunt you but if you start to look straight it will vanish. Face your fears.

While we were discussing these stories, I realised that the most hated and difficult to deal emotion for these children is anger. So we directed our discussion solely to what anger is and how we can strive to manage it.

I asked them why do we get angry? They gave various reasons like fighting with a friend, seeing people fight on the streets etc etc. Then we tried to divide these reasons into three main groups namely:

  1. Because of others’ behaviour
  2. Because of situations
  3. Because of self-behaviour
Then we discussed how the first two things are not in our control but the last one is. We are just wasting our energy if we are fretting and fuming. Its like adverse weather, we cannot change it but we can protect ourselves against it. As far as the last thing is concerned, this is in our control- change your behaviour instead of feeling guilty about it.

We discussed how anger is like an acid which harms not only the person on whom it is thrown but also to the container of the acid. Frustration and irritation are the children of anger only. These are the first stages of anger. If we control it at that level, chances of becoming angry are less. Children vented out how they deal with anger - some write, some keep it inside while other shout and fight. 

They were told - Wait for sometime and then respond, not REACT!

Children were left in some deep thoughts and then we directed the discussion towards how all these emotions make us who we are - we can become a happy content person or a sad frustrated person. It all depends on how we manage our motions.

After the session

After the discussion, we danced a bit and then I left the centre with a promise to return back. In my heart, I didn't want to return back for the last session. I didn't want it to be the last one. While walking away, I was thinking that I need to learn a lot to manage my emotions - I need to express more, I need to accept that it is okay to miss the place I love the most and that it is okay to share. I was fighting a battle of emotions inside me that day - one week left before I leave India for further studies. Was I prepared for it? Can I ever be prepared for it?

Until next time,
Stay calm!


P.S. The next time you say anything derogatory against these children or their mothers, think twice. These children are same as our children. In fact, most of them seem to have better values and life principles than we 'normal' people are able to impart to our children. 

Special thanks to Skills for Life for designing this session. The session is far more enthralling than what has been described in this write up. :-)

*NOTE: It is suggested that anybody who wishes to work in this area, does so through an established and trusted NGO. This is not a place to explore casually; do take care of your safety first.