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Goodbyes are hard

As soon as I got to the caravan, we were told to get individual feedback from the children. So I went to the puzzles stall so that I could sit down with them and get the answers. As soon as I went there, it was nice to see that many of the kids immediately called me over to sit with them, which made my task easier. One by one I wrote down names and attempted to translate the questions in my broken Kannada. What I noticed with most of the kids was that they did not understand what feedback was, which made them feel like they were answering questions in a test. So when i would ask them what they felt was the difference between their parents and teacher, and the tackle volunteers, they answered very theoretically, saying “My parents take care of me at home, teachers take care of me in school, you take care of me at caravan”. It was a bit of a challenge translating exactly what the questions meant. After this, Veena and Ashwini came and I took their feedback as well. They were older than the other kids I spoke to so their responses were more elaborate. They were saying that they have to work all the time at home, but they got to play at caravan…


…it was time to go and they all left asking if I would come next week as well. It made me nervous when they asked me that because I realised that at one point I’ll have to start telling them that I can’t come as often anymore, and I won’t know how to tell them that.

–Trisha Singh 

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God maybe unfair but this girl still dreams

…After a while, Ashwini, one of the girls I usually interact with every week, came. I was seeing her after a long time, so I generally asked her how she had been and what she had been up to. She was telling me about how she had to go to a wedding that evening and about school. When school came up she told me how her mother wanted her to stop going to school so she could do domestic work and earn some money. Ashwini’s pretty determined to go to school though, so she told me that she had found a way to work in the mornings and after school as well, so that she could continue working. She didn’t seem to mind being at home, and she had a lot of affection for her mother. She was even saying that she didn’t want to ever get married or leave her house for any reason because she wanted to be with her mother all the time. She said that she was having trouble with learning English because hers was a Kannada medium school. At this point she got a little sad and said that I was there, talking to her because I was able to afford a good education and knew English well. She wanted to be that way too, but she didn’t know if that possible or not. She said that sometimes she felt like God was unfair. I didn’t know how to respond to that, but I told her not to lose heart and that as long as she remained in school she could always finish her education and become whatever she wanted to in life. She said that she wanted to be a doctor, but her mother always tells her that being a doctor is a useless profession. Her tone didn’t imply that she grudged her mother for saying any of this, but it definitely made her unsure of her chances in the world. I asked her about her father, and she said that he was not around, that he was in her village. Then she told me about what it was like in her village. Girls were married off as soon as they reached maturity and people there were very conservative. She lived there until she was 5 years old, and then they moved to Bangalore. She was very glad that she could move away from such a society because she did not want to live that kind of a life. 




















— Trisha Singh
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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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