It was a crazy rush as the weeks grew into days and before i knew it,
i only had 3 days left before i board the flight to experience
something not done before in my life!
When i agreed to the posting almost 2 months ago in December, i was a
little disappointed because i had hoped for a rural posting to some
place quieter and where the local folks live a more simple life; being
born and bred in buzzling Singapore, i am not too keen to venture into
another busy city where people generally have no time for each other.
I kind of told myself that everything happens for a reason and if i
am meant to be posted to another city, it must be a test for me. In
life, the only Constant is Change and i am quite confident i can find
inner peace amidst the external chaos in a city.
And so I herded a whopping 57kg of luggage as i wanted to bring as
many gifts, stationery, clothings and toys for the disadvantaged kids at
Koramangala; my friends were overwhelming with contributions that i had
to turn many down.
The Singapore International Foundation made my initial settlement in a
strange environment as comfortable and smooth as they possibly can;
from arranging me to fly in my home country carrier to finding me
accommodation that most locals would find it a privilege to stay in;
they even arrange airport pickup as i dreaded evening arrivals to a
strange land. I am most thankful for Elaine to making all these
possible.
My first day in India was a Sunday and it was true to the day, a very
fine and sunny day! For a moment i thought i was in Australia or New
Zealand as the drier and cooler morning crisp air blew with a tinge of
scented flowers in bloom this early spring morning; there was hardly any
pollution and noise where i reside. A staff member of my host,
Parikrma Humanity Foundation came looking for me by mid morning and
drove me around the neighbourhood to get me familised with the 2km
walking route to the school. My first impression of the school went deep
into my DNA; it was ‘love at first sight’ or sorts as i had just left a
profession of almost 11 years dealing with the environment and there in
front of me a giant 3 storey high concrete sculpture of a tree
protruding out of the school walls!
I was pretty restless the rest of the day as i hope Monday would come
soon as i was looking forward to meet the change makers of the school
as well as these kids who have weathered so much anguish in their young
lives; some have been abused or brought up in a rough neighbourhood with
an absent father who is either an alcoholic or have ran away with
another woman. They are generally in the bottom income strata and
probably the first generation school attendees.
The rest is history, the past 4 weeks has been an eye opener for me
as well as a humbling experience; the first scene where i saw hardly any
food waste as all the 300 kids finish whatever rice and dhal they are
given made my eyes wet with sadness and a reflection how fortunate our
kids are in Singapore.
My first month passed by without much time to be homesick at all. I
was constantly surrounded by the kids as they vie for my attention;
something they dun get much at home due to their dysfunctional families.
Many a times, they try to get into trouble so that they will be pulled
out and get my attention. The cheerful faces despite the spartan
facilities at the school makes me respect the principal, teachers,
volunteers and school cleaners beyond words; i learnt they could well
get a better salary teaching in other ‘normal’ school but they chose to
stick with Parikrma due to the beliefs and conviction to help the
marginalised.
For a start, i am tasked to mentor a group of way-ward kids that most
teachers simply do not have time for because of the huge class size.
These kids have either behavioural /discipline issues or have learning
disabilities from ADHD to Dyslexia. Coming from a hash environment where
beatings and fightings are common; they are in desperate need of loving
kindness and compassion.
Every single day I’ve spent there so far have been trying at times
due to the lack of space or funds; only the Grades 8-10 kids have
benches and tables to sit in class while the grade 1-7 all attend
classes sitting and writing on the floor; some w/o mats to cushion their
buttocks against the cold concrete floors. Brand new textbooks are a
luxury and rarity. I see many children w/o textbooks. While the 30 kids
to 1 teacher tried to ensure as many of these kids are not left on the
streets without an education, sometimes that also means the teacher is
struggling to cope as some of these kids have been detained 2-3 times as
they simply cannot catch up with their peers. It didnt help when
English is their 3rd or 4th language after their mother tongue(Tamil)
and Hindi/Kanartaka.
Despite all these setbacks, living in a city busting to the seams
with migrants from the rural areas trying to get a slice of the economic
pie; many students are motivated to strike out of this cycle and make a
change in their life for the better. Never mind the constant power cuts
and water cuts at school and at home.
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