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Suvivor’s kit in hand, we made it!

   I had landed at the Caravan incredibly early and wasn’t very surprised to find our enthu-cutlets waiting for us to come and set up shop. Although, it was just 3 other girls and me at the time, without any resources there was little we could do. Some of them came up to me and enquired as to how I was. It felt nice when they told me that they had missed me because I hadn’t come for two Saturdays in a row. They were all girls so we actually had a conversation about long, pretty nails and nail polish. I found it rather amusing. Our conversation progressed and I was very happy to find that these kids had dreams of becoming Doctors and Engineers. I was even happier to know that one of them had her parents backing her!
    …There were fewer volunteers this time and we didn’t have many resources and we had no idea how we were going to do this. To make things more dramatic our back-up and most powerful weapon (the key to the dance room) wasn’t in our possession! “Oh no! What do we do?”, we fretfully cried.  The box of sheets, sketch pens and puzzles was like a survivor’s kit while stranded in a jungle. It’s a bit dramatic, but at the time it felt like that. The puzzles were like rescue -flares. The kids Loved it! It was so nice to see them go Gaga over it and it didn’t require much work from our side except for the occasional supervising. 
       Our day came to an end with an exciting throw ball match with a rugby ball. It was the Volunteers against the kids! We lost and it was worth it because they felt like they were on top of the world -which is the point of the caravan. So you could say it was a win-win.

— Shravanthi. V

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Slipping on the big boy shoes

The day began with a challenge to turn pro as we had to start the Caravan all by ourselves without the help of the headstreams staff. Tying up the banner to the initial ‘dodda circle maadi’ was all adding to sense of belonging now. Today I was more driven by the thought that I am now a senior tackler now and had the responsibility for the effective conducting of the caravan. So I was trying to be more “Vinay-like” (a headstreams staff member), participating in all the madness with the kids while learning the songs and dancing crazily. When it began to rain, I certainly wanted to go and enjoy with the kids but instead I ended up playing the role of dad, telling the Tacklers not to let kids play in the rain as they might get sick. I enjoyed this new role and responsibility a lot. 

— Sabu John

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Toothless grins make my weekend

I was a little hesitant when I first reached the school even though it was my second time as I had shifted to a new venue. But the moment I entered the school grounds, the children were so excited to see more new faces that I didn’t even get a moment to collect myself before they dragged me into their midst to dance along with them. The young ones were simply a joy to be with. Their innocence and toothless grins never fail to capture you. For me the best part of the day was sitting with some of the younger kids and watching them draw and asking me if I liked what they drew. Some of them clambered onto my lap and said I was their best friend wh25 Octich to me was the highlight of my day. Also it was wonderful to see how gifted some of the kids were in dance and singing and drawing! Truly a talented bunch! All I can say is that. I simply cannot wait till next weekend when I can see them again!

–Arshia R

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Kabaddi kabaddi kabaddi

We had a fewer number of children at the caravan this week, which I feel made it easier to pay a little more attention to the smaller groups. I was first a part of Kabaddi with the boys and then throwball with the girls. There was a marked difference in the energy level and expectations from the two groups. When I first joined the group, I could see the judgement of my incompetence in their eyes, but was nevertheless welcomed into the team. We proceeded to play with the kids playing, and the volunteers standing at the base line. I was encouraged in gestures to just GRAB the kids. I tried, but with their superior kung fu skills, I was outmatched with my school-girl Kabaddi experience! The game with the girls was milder and more relaxing, however it was more chaotic, and they were more concerned with who got the ball and who didn’t. Some even lost interest in the game if they didn’t get the ball, whereas the boys made a better team.

–Kasturi

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More boys, more chaos!

Expecting notorious traffic, as it usually is on Saturdays, and about a hundred wild, energetic children, we arrived at the A. Narayanapura camp. To our surprise, there weren’t as many children as there were the last time, nor the standard amount of traffic. Yet there weren’t as many volunteers either. To throw us further into chaos, the boys outnumbered the girls, or so it seemed. Starting the activities off with the girls, four volunteers, including myself, played different games with the girls to occupy their time and to me, it seemed like they weren’t even bothered about what the game was, simply because they were happy to be spending any amount of time with us. Of course, when the actual dancing began, that’s when they all went crazy. After that, the boys rushed in, and those are always when I end up facing any challenges. Sorting out fights, trying to calm them down and getting them to pay attention is always a part of the package with the boys. I was glad to see that they were more receptive to Bombing The City than the girls (bombs are a boy thing, maybe? I don’t know!). I had to tackle a few overly-enthusiastic boys and try not toppling over from the avalanche of children that came at me when everyone rushed to their ‘cities’, but it was a fun experience…

–Trisha Singh

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A smile means friendship to everyone

I learned  the word for smile in Kannada. Their smile was the most important thing which influenced me. They are very caring towards us. Most of the children enquired about the personal belongings I lost at last week’s Caravan. I thought they had forgotten about it but they asked me. It was very nice to hear that they remembered. So many children tied friendship band on my wrist. Their caring nature makes me feel good.
— Ariya Baby 
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Strangers yesterday are brothers today

“Strangers yesterday are brothers today,
Awful then are now awesome all day.
Rowdy, impish and energetic at best
Stopping never are they their quest
A large world of tender birds,
Preparing flight to the distant woods.”


    Start of the day was itself a refreshing one as the moment I was even reaching the venue children started running towards me and saying, “Sabu sir, hi!”. I am happy that they actually are liking me now and also how Senthil just comes up straight on to my shoulders and says, “Today let us do painting together.”
    …By growing almost a month old as a Tackler, the routine now has become an addiction. Though physically tiring it has now become one among the only few cherishing moments of de-stressing.  

–Sabu John 

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Dance like there’s no tomorrow

…I was asked to repeat this entire process (of playing music and dancing) but with just the boys because they never properly got a chance to dance. They obviously went crazy dancing as well, if not more so than the girls. There was one boy in particular I just loved watching. He literally was dancing like a hero from a Tamil movie with full on expressions and emotions and style. I wouldn’t be surprised if he really made it big in the cinema world one day.
As I was standing there watching them dance I felt a huge grin on my face that I now realise would have looked extremely stupid to an external observer. But I couldn’t help myself. I was in awe of these children. Seeing them happy, no matter how short that time might be, really did some good things to my brain because I went home feeling on top of the world. They come from such diverse, different and difficult backgrounds. Yet, it was so easy for them to just let go and be free with who they were as people and dance like there was no tomorrow. I was really happy watching that. Yes, it definitely made my week…

–Apsara V

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Dance and friendship bands!

When we reached we were all awestruck considering the children as always outnumbered the volunteers. We weren’t prepared to handle the crowd. Well that’s what we thought atleast. It wasn’t raining so the turn out was pretty amazing.
The kids came running into our stall (dance) because like all of us their stereos buster seemed to be screaming into a mike and dancing like no one is watching. They danced only if I did, which though a tiny bit selfish made me feel very special. I also managed to get more of them to dance by telling them they’d get to teach me. Who knew interaction was such a boon?
For letting loose with them I was rewarded with friendship bands which made me feel so very special. The connection we feel with them is crazy. Hope all weeks are as great.

— Anahita Bhandari

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To Paris on a bicycle

…I was assigned to the music stall but due to the lack of volunteers, I was moved to the sports stall, not something I was very pleased about considering my ‘not so in shape’ physique but the camaraderie and enthusiasm the kids showed in every game they played ,be it kabadi or catch-catch or khoko, egged me to jump right in, and oh what fun it was . There were a few mishaps along the way though, bruised limbs and sore feet ,but that’s to be expected.As the day moved on ,faster than ever, I checked out the various other stalls with the dance stall catching my fancy . A wondrous melange of Tamil and Kannada music had enveloped the children in the spirit of dance . A trip back to the sports area left me with the most memorable moment of the day. A little girl cycling on her bike stopped and spoke to me in the best English I’ve heard in a while and asked me to the ride her bike and take her to Paris. Heeding her request i took her a 100 yards away and showed her my Paris , with the Eiffel tower being an Airtel cell tower . So overjoyed was the little girl that she wrote in her feedback slip “Gopal Anna is my best friend”, and that truly made my day.

— Pradeep Gopal

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