Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Our new friend Rose- she is the best thing that happened to us in Kolkata! I am sooo thankful for her. She is actually from California- she was a friend of a friend that showed us around- all the best places. We are wearing the same shirt too =)
Posing poetically at the cemetary, haha. It was a british cemetary. Many years ago Britain had control over all of India, then in liiiiike 1950's India got it's independence back. Thats why like 10 years ago India decided to change its state names back to their original language (hence Calcutta now being called Kolkata). Just some info for those of you who didn't know, which.. I didn't. Also their are 28 states in India if I remember corectly.

More cemetary. Awe, aren't they cute sisters?


Us with Rose



Awe Christina when she hurt her back and had to stay back in the room! Like a fata$$ with all this food by her face- I love it! I def needed a picture of that...




Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Mother Theresas Missions of Charity

Our walk to get there...


Julia doing laundry


A couple of us girls got together for a photo



This was also on the way




Where do I begin? Welp, it wasn't what I expected.
Unfortunately they wouldn't let us take pictures there. Besides.. your busy working, it would be sorta awkward to take a bunch of pictures, too distracting. But I did sneak in one!
Maybe I've watched too many documentaries prior to this visit. I expected it to be like out in some field, really basic (haha, I don't know!). But it was in some of the cleanest more modern 3 story buildings I saw when I was there.
It has come a long way thru the years, which is great.
Can you believe it took us 3 hours to find the registration building.... that was only 15 min away!? We got lost. Oh well, we got to explore more of the city that way. Everybody wanted to help us, but nobody could point us in the right direction!
Everyday you meet at 7am for breakfast and get to know the sisters and the other volunteers.
There were sooo many volunteers that when we first got there we felt a little "in the way" before we caught on to how we can help. Can you believe it?? too many volunteers! Thats amazing.
Then they send you to 1 of 3 places. Dayadan, Premdan, or the Home of the Destitute and Dying.
The shifts are from 8am-1pm... or in the afternoon from 3-7 I think. They don't want you to get too burnt out, and give you regular breaks. Rest is important to them. No volunteering on Thursdays, that is their day of rest.
Dayadan is the kids orphanage. Thats where they sent us first. All of the kids (and there was maybe 50 on our floor alone) are either mentally handicapped or physically handicapped... or both. Most cannot talk, even at like age 20. Since people in India are so malnourished often kids will like like 5 years old when really they are 15! A trick I learned was to check out their hands and feet- if they have larger hands or feet, they are older for sure.
Some of them were blind, missing limbs. One girls hips were out of her socket, another had a totally deforemed rib cage and couldn't even lay down flat let alone sit up or walk. I started wondering why they don't have doctors to fix these kids??? They sort of do- for every day easier stuff (kind of like a school nurse) but the surgeries they need are soo expensive, and their life expectancy isn't that long either... =( They do what they can.
Anyways so we brush their teeth, bathe them, dress them, do loads and loads of laundry on the roof top (from that view you can really get an idea of how terrible the pollution is). Then we do physical therapy with them- stretch their limbs, help them walk if they can- most cannot walk and are carted around in chairs. We play with them- color and read, show them affection, even dance with them! Our first day there it was one of the sisters birthdays and we played music and all danced. I think they should make that a regular routine since the kids loved it so much!
Then we feed them lunch... which I found to be the most difficult task. None of them want to eat. Sooo basically you have to force feed them. Which sounds kind of terrible, but it's about survival. If they don't eat, how will the live?? I tend to be a really careful, gentle person- this did not go over well, "please, please eat" "please!" "come one... yummy....please?" yea... try that for like 10 minutes, haha. "sister, can you please help me feed this child!"
Pretty frustrating. I have a lot a lot a lot of respect for the sisters and permenant workers that live there. I have no idea what its like to work with disabled children- it takes a lot of strength and patience.
We worked there a couple days. Then we went to Premdan- which is basically the same thing, except for adults.
They divide the ward male/female.
So they divide the volunteers male/female as well.
Our first day there as soon as we walked in one of the patients died. The sisters were standing over her bed, praying for her. Then they covered her up with sheets.
I enjoyed working with these women because atleast some of them could talk, and they were spunky too!
We put lotion on their hands and feet and gave them massages... sometimes the workers will paint their toes or give them haricuts. Its really special and beautiful.
While feeding them- (yes even as adults most of them need to be spoon fed) one of the old ladies walked over to the lady I was feeding, with a fistful of salt and seceretly poured some into her hands. Scandal!!!! It was the cutest thing ever, I don't even know where she found the salt... it was their way of saying "the food here's no that great- heres some salt- pass it down!
It made my day... I was like "whatcha got there??" with this big smile on my face =)
Most of them were all friends and would visit eachother at their beds durring nap time.
We had to wheel them into this big room of beds for them to take a nap. While Christina was helping lift one out of her chair, she threw her back out! Sooo Christina has been bed ridden for about a week now. Julia and I have been out doing some more exploring. We took a romantic getaway this weekend to Gangtok haha =)
Christina should be better soon, she is resting at our hotel... which even has tv and HBO and hot showers, and room service... all for only $4 a night each. Awesomely cheap.
The last pleace of mothers T's homes was for the Destitute and Dying. We never went there. I bet it is so intense. The sisters usually won't send you there unless you have been volunteering a while and they know you can handle it. That makes sense.
I met some very awesome volunteers and had very inspiring conversations. Others guiding me, and me guiding others. It's great to share like that.
As one of the sisters said at breakfast, "Our gifts and talents God has given us are for others, not just ourselves."
That day I wrote a list of my gifts and talents.
Next to it I wrote a list of how I can use those for others.
Namaste
(which means "the Spirit in me respects the Spirit in you") (and also means hello or goodbye in Hindi)









Kolkata: Around Town

Haha, how would you like to ride around in this... it fits like 6 people!


Cute little internet cafe we found! They also serve good Italian food?

We arrived after this festival of lights they had


This was the view from the backdoor of our hotel room



This is a sugar cane juice machine!




Tuesday, November 17, 2009

"Just the three of us"


Drinking from a coconut on the street in Kolkata

At a cemetary in Kolkata

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sorry

I am sorry for all the language in my last post... I edited it out. I will try to be more mindful and considerate of who is reading my posts.
I was just trying to be as real as possible. And I normally don't swear that much and that's why I even put it in there- to show how crazy it is out here.
I will save those for my personal journal. =)
Right now I am in the foothills of the Himalayan mountains in a cute little town called Kalimpong.
Unfortunately I have to go!
Namaste
Christie

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Rickshaw Rodeo

I call this "Rickshaw Rodeo" haha. This was filmed a couple weeks ago in Kolkata. It's an auto rickshaw... kind of like those little ride carts you sit in as the train takes you around Disney Land... but a little less serene. =)

Perhaps this can give you even just a glimpse of what driving in a car here is like!


Monday, November 9, 2009

Kolkata is.....

a giant mess of rickshaws, honking, garbage, buses, cows, billboards, vendors, stray dogs, cars, cabs, oh yea and..... PEOPLE!






















I had no idea how huge and modern it was....
Its a mixture of poverty and wealth.
You have your fancy car dealerships (even by American standards) and marble palace like stores with security guards everywhere... and then you have your vast amount of beggers and dying on the road. All on the same street. Its really heartbreaking- and I haven't taken any pictures of the people that are sprawled all over the streets- laying in the gutters-the homeless, skeletal, drugged up, wonderful people that are struggling.... it would be a most accurate picture- but not one I wish to take and be able to recollect forever... just know that it's here and it's very real.

How can people (natives especially) walk past people like this??
I know it can be overwhelming, but please, people, do something.
some of the answers have made a little sense-
Such as the fact they are Muslim and believe in reincarnation sooo they see these people on the roads and think "what does it matter, the sooner they die the better- so they can get on to the next life (which presumably will be more pleasant)."
Interesting.
Certainly I cannot speak for all natives... this is just what I've been told by people who live here that I have met.
There is no infrastructure here... no garbage cans-even in a big city like this! soo garbage is everywhere- NYC times ten. It's a chaotic mess- the driving- just trying to cross the street is a threat of your life! NO one obeys the traffic signs (are there any come to think of it?? =) ) so you have a city that is so overpopulated (15 million people) that everyone is walking in the middle of the roads WHILE cars are trying to drive in them- not to mention motorcycles, rickshaws, and bikes.
I swear, everytime we are crossing a busy road- weaving inbetween cars just to get across, I find myself screaming "ahhhh!!" in my head because I am literally this close to loosing my life!
The natives are so non chalant about it- even mothers with babies in their hands- will walk without hardly looking.
They honk a TON. At first I found this very rude and annoying and obnoxious and unnecessary. But then I learned to appreciate it b/c it's their way of saying "excuse me, car behind you, just so you know(and so I don't kill you)"
It's a way of life, a way of survival out here.
Peace love and grilled cheese- christie