Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Night night don't let the track bite

Standing on Platform one of Delhi Sarari Rohilla with the Delhi smog enhanced by the wedding season fireworks blurring the lights of the trains as the hollow haunting horns sound the arrival. As we stood amongst the crowd with the sound of Chai, chai, chai rang in our ears and smell of platform food overload our nasal senses.

We found carriage S1 on the 1035 sleeper to Jodphur Junction and boarded finding our beds 25 and 28. We climbed up to our top bunks and laid down and observed. The excitement and high pace energy of the kids from a family near us amused us for a while. A mans ritual of whipping down the bed laying a blanket the perfect shape of the bed then covering it with two further blankets and topping it of with a inflatable pillow. Me and Emily wrapped in a double blanket and heads on our bags showed we were not as experienced but very ready and excited for what lay ahead.

The horns sounded and we were of the rocking motion of the train and the rhythmic chatter of steel wheels on the track made for a soothing felling and masked the light snores.As we laid back and our train cut its way throw the night we could hear trains call out in the night. The relaxing ambiance changed for a definite efficient tone of overhead announcements and platform chaos as we entered stops along the way. All in all we both had a good sleep and the experience was great.

The excited family next door woke us up with there hollering and very demanding whining for their mother. The 0630 alarm call was a little early but it did mean we could get up slowly and chat to the older Indian couple down below. They were heading home and enjoyed the chat and a quick read of the Jolly Post Man. The man with the bedding cleaning ritual must of felt the cold as him and his friend were top and tail on the lower bunk.Once the wake up chai was in then the nut cutlet type things were severed with the finest white plastic bread and Heinz tomato sauce on the side which then was washed down with more Chi. We arrived at our destination.

The experience of this sleeper was great. It was well used and slightly worn yet well maintained. The open track long drop toilet was in good condition no worse then some loos on Southeastern railways back home. I would say to anyone travel by Sleeper and don't be put off by standard class it's where "real India" travels.

Huff and puff in India


This blog comes with a warring. And that warring is this and my next entry is me banging on about trains. So if you keep reading and think your never get the time back you were warned.

So first things first the National railway museum in Delhi. This is a great place on 10 acers with a vast collection of historical trains and carriages from the colourful history of the Indian railways. There's a lot covering the times British colonial ear. It's nice to walk around a well layered out disused siding with trains sitting on the track looking slightly weathered and the odd scare from there working life. There is also a nice under cover museum. With many items ranging from name plates, signals, railway cups and a Elephant skull.


Many of the trains came from works in England and my first instinct was to write about them but then i found a great example of something which i find interesting. It came in the shape of this little yellow beast 25630.
Its a fireless steam locomotive built in Germany in 1953 working as a Factory loco (works shunter) at Sindri Fertilizers, Sindri. Now as you may are not know a steam engine usually works by a fire in the fire box heating water in the boiler and that becoming steam and that pressure is used to drive the pistons to then move the train. But this has no fire. How this works is there a a fixed boiler plant that produces the steam at a great presser. That presser is feed in to the tank on this train. The problem is that this train has a slow speed and cant go far away from its boiler plant. But this type of train was used in shunt yard and factories like chemical plants and explosive factories were you don't want sparks from the fire flying around. This is a great looking train and very creative way around a problem. This idea was tried out in the early days of the London underground.
This Elephant skull is from a wild elephant that charged a mail train on September the 28th 1894 on a rail bridge 220 mile from Calcutta. The loco and its 7 carriages was derailed and the Elephant was found 40 feet below. The impact of the collision and the fall the Elephant was dead. The skull is on show in the Delhi Rail museum. One tusk was given to James Bell the engine driver while the other is at the board office in London.
All in all the train system is amazing over here from it in city Delhi metro to its long distance rail roads which I will be covering next time.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Are they really talking about us?????


We keep reading Anou's blog entry (link above) and thinking "oh, how nice, what lovely people they sound", then we look at each other and have to remind ourselves that it's written about us!!  How strange!!!  It reads like the best references we've even been given!!!

Isn't it a shame we cannot take all the credit for ourselves!?! ha ha ha.  If it wasn't for our families, church and friends we would even be here at all.  They have released us with their blessings and so many have supported us and Project Why financially.  With the love and grace of God somehow we have managed to grown into people that can have fun and give love easily and we experienced both of these things in very large quantities here at Project Why.   The amazing part is we have received much, much, much more than we could even imagine giving back.

Anou, her family and this amazing project have made us feel so welcome and have taught us so much.  How will we even thank them????  


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Our walk to school

We've been super fortunate to be staying with the Anou and her family.  Anou gave 'birth' to Project Why and continues to work very hard making sure that it continues.  Most days we travel with her, her daughter Shamika and grandson Agastya in two rickshaws (or autos as they are called here) and too keep grounded she visits the person who first inspired her to start Project Why.  We have chai and receive a blessing then Shamika, Alan and I walk the last bit to school.

Shamika letting Alan 'lead' the way to test if he can remember which twist and turns to make.
Learning can happen anywhere.  This class were so engrossed in their studies they didn't even look up when we started taking photos (VERY unusual reaction in India).


The classroom above from a little way down the road.  It's an awesome street with lots of action, chickens, dogs, kids, cooking, cleaning, chai and chats!



The Very Hungry Caterpillar

For some reason our camera wiped a whole lot of our photos (including one of Alan being Princess Diana at the Taj...) but some which I thought were lost were saved!  Hurray!

Exercise books are actually called 'copies' in India.  This is due to the fact that in government schools books are used for copying off the board.  Sometimes it can take a bit of encouragement to get the kids to draw in their books and to convince them it's okay to write what they want and to make mistakes.  I think I helped by leading by example here - check out all my spelling mistakes!  This work was inspired by one of the all time best books EVER ... 




Thursday, November 11, 2010

Finally some videos!

Bubbles, Bubbles, Bubbles

Diwali

Enjoy!





Finally some photos!

The kids enjoying the bubble workshop (sorry we didn't get the cow in the background).
Cleaning the classroom with the bubble mix.

A few of the students outside the classroom.  They had just finished painting it ready for Diwali.
Getting ready for sunset on Diwali night at home.

The balcony of the house after we'd put all the candles out to welcome and guide home Lakshmi Ganesha.

Someone enjoyed all the Diwali sweets!

The Dad of the house we are staying in is actually the Indian version of my Dad.  He is about the same age, smokes cigars, well travelled, tells bad jokes and great stories of people and places which I pretend to know all about.  Loving it!

Needless to say Alan is pretty popular with the kids.







Sunday, November 7, 2010

There's a first time for everything....

We were so sad to complete our pilgrimage to Santiago and we weren't really sure what to do next.  It all seemed so finished.  Going back to the UK was a strange experience.  It was wonderful to go back to church and see all our friends and family but we didn't have our own home, we didn't have a place of work and everyone had carried on with their lives while we were away.  Where did we fit in, did we fit in? 

I have been reminded over this last week of the alpha and omega carving on the cathedral in Santiago.  Strangely it is reversed.  It is there to remind us that one journey finishes and another one begins.  And so it has.  Project Why is a pilgrimage in itself.  Many people have been on this journey for a long time and it's humbling to finally join them on their walk.

The kids here at project why are incredible.  It is obvious that many of them are burdened with very grown up responsibilities and it's such a joyful experience to see them come into the project each day, leave their worries at the door and transform into sponges ready to soak up every little bit of information they can.  We have soooooooooo much fun everyday and we feel very privileged to share some new things with the kids that many haven't had the opportunity to be part of before.

First time blowing bubbles. The bubble show was a MASSIVE hit.  Alan held them captive for 20 minutes and they tried super hard to keep their promise to sit on their bottoms and not pop the bubbles.  But like all kids - this was a difficult promise to keep - it was just too tempting and exciting.  Alan did us proud and even managed a bit of bubble tennis and bubbles inside bubbles.  We took them outside group by group so they could try and blow their own bubbles.  We're pretty sure many of them had never blown a bubble before.  It was great PR for the project as many local kids joined in. 

First time a cow has walked through a bubble workshop.

First time the bubble mix was used to clean the classroom floor after a show.

First time playing with a jigsaw puzzle.  I was lucky enough to be helping out in the additional needs classroom when a six year old boy arrived for his very first day at school.  The classroom was a hive of activity with half the class painting pots for Diwali and half playing with lovely wooden puzzles.  He was very nervous and was sat between a teacher and me as we painted pots.  A puzzle was set before him and he had no idea what to do with it.  So I tipped out the pieces and put the puzzle back together again.  I tipped out the pieces again and helped him to finish the puzzle.  He put all the pieces upside down in all the wrong places.  Over the next hour we completed a few puzzles together, he was getting the idea.  Slowly I walked him over to the kids playing with puzzles and he sat down and started joining in.  He kept looking over searching for encouraging smiles which I was more than happy to provide.  I'm not sure what my heart was bursting with but it was certainly bursting.

First time being covered in shit.  We'll I wasn't actually covered in shit and it wouldn't be the first time.  But I died of embarrassment one day as somehow I had managed to step in some dog/cow/chicken/human shit (take your pick, I really wasn't sure).  And somehow I had managed to get a bit of it on my trousers.  Somehow I was the only one amongst around 50 very clean children to have got themselves into this predicament.  I actually thought I was going to die with the shame of it all.  The majority of these children do not have running water in their home, I'm guessing many have dirt floors and share their small space with a lot of family members.  Yet, here I was, covered in shit. Typical.

First time playing cricket with the teaching staff inside during the lunch break.  The staff are so much fun.  We eat together, play games together, sometimes sleep and talk and talk.