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Story telling!

• October, 14th, 2013
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  • Sonia Elizabeth P
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… The kids started running around just hitting each other with the ball, playing a modified version of the ‘dodge ball’. But, this time around instead of stopping them, the volunteers decided to join in with them and it was really amazing how much one enjoys playing like that. Because we were going ‘crazy’ along with them instead of asking them to stop, there was a considerable difference in their behavior with us. The kids seemed more calm around us and listened to the volunteers more readily than they would have on another day. What this week’s caravan taught me was that the best way to connect to a child is being a child yourself…

— Husain Miyajiwala

I can easily describe this to be the best caravan experience so far. Today wasn’t just about the energy that the children experienced; it was also about the exhilaration that I felt. Each time I go for the Caravan, I looked at myself as a facilitator and I played the part; making sure the kids played what they wanted to and helping the other volunteers. This time was a whole new experience for me. I asked for dodge-ball, seriously underestimating the abilities of the children, and they gave me a battle. But it was fun. And then there was utter chaos; true, raving, intense chaos. Balls were being thrown from all directions and this was no more dodge ball. I was just standing there, laughing and screaming, not knowing what really was happening but liking it. I liked it because I was no more a facilitator. I was one among the kids. They didn’t hesitate before throwing the balls at any one of us because they didn’t look at us as “them;” and we took it in the spirit because we didn’t look at the kids as “them.”

— Parvathy Nair

The framework of social justice goes beyond the confines of justice and even beyond the concept of equal distribution of facilities and resources. It recognizes the inherent inequality of a system which is framed from a perspective which is far removed from people’s natural context. And it identifies itself with a perspective which is in line with people’s existing context and practices. It builds on their strengths and resources because social justice is not a quest for a better tomorrow but is a call for a healthier today.

The dominant discourse on health, views health and healthcare as alien to the body of the people, especially the ‘underclass’ or those who fall ill often, and hence seeks to “provide” its external intervention to the receiver through the mass availability of healthcare facilities and providers. Medical history is replete with stories of how the colonial rulers had to bring the army in to ensure its health campaigns like vaccination and quarantine was successful. It continues even today when local knowledge and holistic practices are discredited, shamed and silenced and a dominant system imposed on all irrespective of its relevance, availability of means to achieve health, or even the dangers of the system. The approach still emanates from the top and pushes its way down to the masses and we all chug along because if we say the emperor has no clothes, we would be forced to stitch new ones. According to my view, the view from the bottom is that the emperor has no clothes and the sooner we acknowledge it the quicker we begin on the path of social justice and health.

   Maybe we get very busy with our lives, or maybe we never understand the importance of being with people but simply watching kids gives one a new perspective. Watching them pass the ball to another is in itself an invitation. They want to play but certainly not alone; they understand the importance of sharing and enjoying what they like in the presence of others. Maybe if adults were to watch this simple task, they would understand that extending a hand to someone is not such a difficult task. I haven’t had much interaction with children prior to joining Tackle and one of the reasons why I like it is because children are happy with the way things are. They know how to enjoy the simple things in life. What, perhaps, made the day so much more appealing was dropping the children back home. All of them were so excited that we were coming along. And the seemingly trivial act of dropping them and seeing their happy faces, was something novel. 

— Parvathy Nair

… Finally it was time to go see their houses. Shruthi, Snigdha and I decided to go together and we went with 2 siblings; Keerthana and her younger brother. At first they seemed surprised that we actually wanted to come and see their house, but after they asked us about 50 times to make sure we really wanted to and we confirmed it just as many times, they excitedly showed us their houses. As was expected all of their houses were small, dingy, with inadequate sanitation and unhygienic conditions. Regardless of that, I enjoyed myself as I watched Keerthana’s face beam up with pride when she showed us her house. I remember it so vividly. Her face beaming and her minuscule little house standing strong next to her. It was extremely beautiful. I don’t know how else to describe it. There was something so real about that situation and her corresponding smile that I can’t really put my finger on it now..

— Apsara V

…After the caravan there was a community visit wherein we visit the homes of some of the kids that come to the caravan to get to know them a little better…it was a fascinating experience all the same. Fascinating because even though some would say they felt bad about the living conditions, I felt it was just amazing the way the people lived there, like a close knit large family where everyone’s lives were intertwined with one anothers. The kids were very happy and enthusiastic to take the volunteers to their homes…

— Husain Miyajiwala

   Today we got the privilege to go and have a look at where do these children come from. As I entered their locality I was welcomed by the sight of about 50 colourful plastic pots to carry water. As I was led into their tiny lanes and I was passing through their houses, what struck me the most was how proud these children were that they were going to show their house to us! ‘Akka come to my house, Akka please!’ I was surprised because I expected them to be unwilling to share this very personal part of their life.
While walking in one of the lanes I heard someone call out ‘Hi Sonia akka’, I turned to look and there was the very girl I was singing and a laughing with a while back. It took me some time to recognize her because she had changed and she seemed to be washing the portion outside her house.She did not seem like the same child from the singing stall. I was finally able to actually see what their life was like every other day apart from those two hours at the caravan. I saw one of the other little girls carrying a pot full of water with great difficulty. I didn’t see any of these girls complaining to me about all the work they are made to do. They have just accepted it and continue to live life with a smile. Here we are grumbling about tiny things such as I have to wake up so early for college every day, and here these kids are, taking the responsibility of an adult and bearing it all with a smile on their face.
While I was walking through that mucky place, navigating in such a way as to not get my sandal and churidar dirty, while right in front of me is that little girl, walking away without any footwear on. How much we can learn from these children, if only we are willing to.  

— Sonia Elizabeth P