Wednesday, February 13, 2013

मैं बीमार हूँ - I am sick

So, I've done a ton of things since the slums, but unfortunately, I have fallen ill (as the Indians would say). Because of this, I haven't had too much time/energy to post anything ... but I will do an overhaul soon. This is not "Delhi Belly" but some sort of bronchitis.
For now, here are some pics of my doctor visit today. To American standards the clinic looked pretty shabby dabby. I was a little nervous to be trusting them to draw my blood or give me a "good" diagnosis. However, this is the clinic that the US ambassador uses, and so far I think they did an excellent job ... lets just see if all the meds make me feel better!
Also, one more side note before the pics. I paid less than USD40 before insurance for the visit, including a diagnostic exam, a blood draw with tests, a throat swab, and a chest X-ray. And this is the "expensive" private clinic. That could open the flood gates to a very long discussion about the health care system here, but lets save that for later.
One section of the blood testing station.


More of the blood drawing station. The left is the back wall of the room. The right is the table where the blood drawing materials are kept.
Eye-spy: wooden desks, wall AC, old fashioned syringe, Styrofoam vial holder
Me getting my blood drawn.

The blood draw station again. The cool thing here is the syringe disposal method (the far right machines of the pic). The white machine sterilizes the used syringe (they are one time use only) incase the needle is some how retrieved from the red machine which clips the needle from the syringe (chopping off some of the plastic with it).

The other sickling (Sarah, who is actually super sick, but she is a good photo model) and Archna Ji (who took us to the clinic) as we are entering the Xray "building" to get our chest Xrays.
The "chemist" shop (like a pharmacy) where we went
after the clinic to pick up the (super cheap) medications we were prescribed.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Urban Slum and NGO Visit

Today we went to an urban slum in Delhi. While there, we were given information and an academic tour by an NGO (Save the Children/HOPE Worldwide India Chapter). This is a very complicated topic, and we are going to spend some time discussing it in class.
So, here you are going to get some raw information. I am only going to give some observations and a few interpretations. I am going to leave the evaluations to you.


The far left picture is of a "clean" street. A lot of the streets had cement or cobblestones that were falling apart; drainage/sewers that were exposed and in danger of overflowing (and keep in mind we are in the dry season) or even simply dirty water running in the street; and there was garbage, poo (from cows, pigs, dogs, and humans), and dead mice found all over the streets. I couldn't snap a picture of  a dirty/more common streets because we were moving quickly and I had to watch where I was walking ... but I think you can imagine. Here you can gather the scale of things: tall buildings, narrow streets. There were also a mix of smells: dirty pondish water, manure, street food (some yummy and some just oily).
The middle picture is of a little doctor stall. There are stalls everywhere, for all types of things. I obviously found this one most interesting because we were there as academics for a public health research. But there were also shops and most importantly to our visit, there were anganwadies - more on that below.
The far right picture is of a typical power pole in the slum. This slum is not what we as Americans typically think of as a "slum." There is power for AC and the inhabitants pay rent (about Rs1000 a month for one room without a bathroom). However, as you'd assume, the bathroom facilities are limited - many families share a common bathroom - and there is no running water in each "apartment" but there is a common tap.

Above is a picture of a first grade class. The schools in the slum are integrated into the "neighborhood." This is a pic of a government school (what we'd call public) but there are also public schools (what we'd call private) which has tuition at about Rs200 / month; both are within the boundaries of the slum.

Now, the main topic we were looking at today was the anganwadies - pronounced by the Indians as "ang-an-vady". In a nutshell, an anganwadi is a small room (about 70sqyds) that is run by the government. In India, every 1000 people is "supplied" with an anganwadi. At the core, the system was established as a nutrition program. Children ages 0-5yrs can come to the anganwadi and receive a hot lunch. There is supposed to be a woman there to cook the meals everyday from food shipments which are supposed to arrive. In addition to the food, the anganwadi is supplied with a chalkboard and some educational posters, as it is also supposed to be used as a type of preschool. However, as you may have guessed when I said that it was run by the government, the system has major flaws. The women employed for the anganwadi are not properly trained educators, they may not show up to the anganwadi as there is little to no accountability, the food may not arrive, ect, ect, ect, ect, ect.
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So, what is to be done about it and why was I looking at this system today?
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Well, Save the Children/HOPE Worldwide India Chapter is working on increasing education rates (which is the key to advancing out of the slums) by improving the entry rate of primary schools. They accomplish this through good pre-educational programs.
This gets super complicated, but in a nutshell, they train new and reliable workers for the anganwadies to teach the children basic educational skills along with health skills. The NGO (supposedly) keeps the anganwadies accountable, which then increases their use by the communities because families grow to trust them and their work.
With basic pre-school education, children are more likely able to be admitted to schools. The NGO also works with the government/local school authorities to solve issues like a lack of birth certificates (which is required for school entry) - a common problem as home birth is very typical and "about a fortnight before the monsoon 5 years ago" is not a government recognized birthday.
Is this making any sense? This is a very complicated topic and a little too much information to try to cover in a post like this. If you have any questions about the information I learned today, just post a comment and I'll get back to you.

Below is a video of the "bribe" anganwadi. The NGO headquarters is run out of this building, and as my host father said, "This looks like a 5 star NGO. I've never seen anything like it!"
This building is used to convince families of the good training that the organization does for its teachers, and I think it is also used for purposes like today, to make researchers, volunteers or donors feel a little better about the quality of the living situation.
These children were adorable. The video is a clip of a nursery rhyme that they learned to help teach them language, and personal skills. The rhyme is about a bird and a monkey; it is raining outside and the bird has a home and the monkey is peeping in looking at the bird. The bird invites the monkey in to protect himself from the rain.
Eye-spy 5 star NGO/anganwadi: heaters, murals, plasma TV, table, decorations, toys.






Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Solo Adventure

Today after classes ended I decided to go on a solo adventure. I've been with people from the program 24/7 so it was time to take a breather and navigate for myself while running some "errands." I needed some toiletries, some flip-flops for the bathroom (bathrooms here always have wet floors so you need separate shoes for them, otherwise you track India-filth everywhere), and I also needed to pad my very limited Indian wardrobe.


Above is me in front of some stalls that are between my house/school center and the Delhi Metro station.
Eye-spy: stray dog napping, the first man who noticed my friend taking a picture (notice the beginning of the starring).
I took the Metro, which is super nice to a market. The Metro has "women's only" cars and it goes all over Delhi (see map below). I get on at Jasola Apollo and today got off at Lajpat Nagar.

The complete Metro map (right), and the closeup of the Purple Line (left), which is the Southeastern line that I take.
Below is a quick little pic that I took after buying my flipflops.


Not gunna lie, being alone in Lajpat Nagar (the market) was crazy! There were a lot of people, and becuase I had all of my school books in my backpack (no worries, worn on my front) I felt super bulky and it was a little hard to walk around. There was a lot to take in: all the people, the smells (good and bad), the noise, the vendors shouting at me to buy things and of course the beggars. There were a lot of beggars of all types: little kids, women and disabled children and men. It is still (and probably always will be) uncomfortable to see them, and learning how to deal with them and with my emotional response to the poverty is still something I need to do.
Begging is unbelievably common around Delhi. There are people everywhere asking for money or things. We were encouraged not to give anything, but if our heartstrings were being pulled too much, we were told to give them peanuts (nutritious and not sellable). I didn't have any peanuts though ... I need to get some.
The poverty is obviously an enormous issue, but not one that I want to discuss here yet. We are going to a slum tomorrow, so maybe I'll address it then.
On a lighter note, I did find almost everything I was looking for, and then I relaxed a little bit in a "coffee" lounge while I started my Hindi homework. It was really nice to be able to travel alone and get out of the group-bubble, even if my bartering skills weren't so stellar.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Mahatma Gandhi ~ Raj Ghat

On day two of of orientation, one of the places we visited was the Raj Ghat. In a nutshell it is the place that Mahatma (Mohandas Karamchand) Gandhi was cremated before having his ashes spread all over India. The staff of the program said that Raj Ghat is a place that every Indian and visitor to India must see and pay homage to, as he is the father of India.


Walking into the Raj Ghat. It is free, so there were a ton(!) of school children (in adorable uniforms) and random Indians and tourists and students (e.g. us, because we are not tourists, hehe).
Eye-Spy: See the man in the orange shirt? That is one of my favorite teachers/staff, Goutam Ji

Because the Raj Ghat is a sacred place, we had to remove our shoes. There are two sides, one for a paid/secure cubbyhole area (with a guard who stepped out of the pic) and a "use at own risk" free/unsecured side.

We were all pretty amazed by our first shoe-removal process, haha.


This is a panorama (make sure to scroll) of the Raj Ghat. You can walk around the whole place on this level and on the elevated wall (which you can see in the background) 

At this point is hadn't quite hit me yet that I was really in India. It still hasn't really.
It would probably be easier to realize that "I am in the subcontinent of India" if it seemed hard/uncomfortable/dirty/overwhelming/too spicy/ect, but it hasn't at all. Besides for the staring (which I will cover at some other time) I feel totally comfortable, happy and at home. Craziness.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

The First Day In India



I have arrived! When I stepped off the plane in New Delhi a nice little smog awaited me. Not only was this smog outside, oh no, it had also penetrated the airport so that if you looked down the hall, the very far end was a bit mirky.
We (me and two other girls that were on my flight) were picked up by the academic director, Akim Ji, and then taken to the hotel. We didn't get to the hotel until 2am, but at that point we still had some organizing/showering to do. We got about 4 hours of sleep before we had to get up to start our first full day in India.

In the morning we walked a short distance to the program center. This is where I will go every morning for classes and lunch. We were welcomed with a traditional welcoming ceremony. We got some type of red paste on our forehead with grains of rice stuck on, a little red cotton string wrapped around our wrist, and finally a garland. Goutam Ji (one of the Hindi teachers) has better pictures, but these will do for here.

We then had a tour of the center and started orientation. It was a lot of information about accepting culture (a seminar by two Americans who have lived here for 10 years) and answering of questions. We had a very mild (and edible!) lunch and I took a short walk (hence the picture below) before we ventured into South Delhi to go to a hospital to get our health orientation (information about the different health risks and how to treat jet lag).

It was a very long day, and it still doesn't really seem as if I really am in the sub continent of India. This is so crazy.
How could my first post in India not have a picture of cows?

Thursday, January 31, 2013

And So It Begins ...



The two bags for my four months - I've never packed so light in my
entire life! Only 43 lbs
This is CRAZY. I am sitting in the airport waiting waiting waiting to go to India. So surreal.
I had a little melt down last night (something along the lines of "what the heck am I getting myself into????") but I think now that I've gotten that out of my system, I am really ready to go and get this semester on the road!

I am getting excited, and I just want to be there already! Only 21 hours to go ... wow.