Friday, October 5, 2012

October 5th 2012

Guria


On Monday we started work at our service sites! This week's schedule...which is essentially the rest of the year's schedule...has been incredibly busy: breakfast at 7:30, work from 9:00 to 5:00, Hindi from 6:00 to 8:00, followed by dinner and Hindi homework and then finally sleep.

Hannah and I are working at Guria. Guria is an NGO dedicated to fighting forced prostitution, second-generation prostitution, and human trafficking. The organization is headed by Ajeet Singh who is our mentor. He is really passionate about what he does, and I love just listening to him talk about his beliefs and his goals for the organization. Our work at Guria is self-initiated, and this week we began archiving newspaper clippings. The internet is down right now at the organization, which limits the amount of work we can do at the office. There is also an after-school center in the red light district in Varanasi. We visited the center yesterday and got to hang out with the kids. It was great. The kids were so much fun. I made a lot of failed attempts to have conversations with them in Hindi, and when they realized my Hindi
wasn't great, they took out a notebook and had me work on pronouncing letters. Pretty soon I was surrounded by kids, all around seven years old, excitedly yelling out letter pronunciations that I had to repeat. I can't wait to get to know the kids better and make improvements to the center.

Transportation to Guria has been...interesting. Guria is pretty far from the program house, and to minimize transportation costs, Hannah and I take shared autorickshaws and bicycle rickshaws. And since there is no direct route on a shared rickshaw to the office or the school, we take multiple rickshaws. We go from the Program House to Lonka, from Lonka to Kutchary, from Kutchary to Cante, and from Cante to the office. Every time we try to get a shared rickshaw, we get surrounded
by rickshaw drivers all trying to figure out where we are going. It's always a little overwhelming, and I'm definitely glad I didn't have to face the transportation issue alone this week. We are looking to get bikes soon, which will cut down on transportation time...and hassle...significantly.

On Wednesday, we were sitting in the Guria office when we heard thunder which was followed by a downpour. We didn't think much of it, because it all ended before we had to leave. We were in our third rickshaw when we found ourselves in the middle of a flooded street, stopped by a wall of traffic. I thought that drivers in California couldn't handle the rain...but post-rain traffic in India is on a completely different level. The wall of traffic was composed of standing people, bicycle rickshaws,
auto rickshaws, cars, motorcycles, cows, and water buffalo. Our autorickshaw driver kicked us out because he wasn't willing to wait in the traffic, so Hannah and I found ourselves right in the middle of the wall of traffic. We worked our way slowly through the crowd, which was very difficult. It took some mental strength on my part at least to just accept the fact that I didn't know...and probably didn't want to know...what I was stepping on under the several inches of murky water that filled the streets. After about a mile and a half of walking, we were able to find another rickshaw.

I feel my Hindi improving to a certain extent, and I am able to use it more everyday in my homestay which is fun. I've developed a passion for Indian serials, which are soap operas, and I get really excited when I pick out words I know or recognize verb tenses in the sentences. We went on a sunrise boat ride this week and said goodbye to Kristen, our co-leader who is going back to the United States for a little while. Until next time!

I'll be posting more photos in a separate post as soon as possible because my internet access is limited and posting pictures takes a long time.

11 comments:

  1. Wow Ada. You're really scaring me with your stories. Sounds like you need some of our SoCal "Storm Trackers" positioned over there.
    No doubt those sweet little faces make your misadventures all worth while.

    BTW -You haven't missed any rain here(or water buffalo)

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    1. hahaha definitely, thanks for the comment love and miss you!

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  2. Hi! At Last!!! I can now "comment" (my computer wouldn't let me do anything before) and let you know I'm loving your blog like nothing else I know. I read every entry at least twice and try to understand everything you are experiencing...which is impossible since I've never experienced anything even close to what you are doing. Please know I think of you daily and love you and so admire what you are doing.

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    1. I'm glad you got it working, thanks grandma love you and miss you!

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  3. Hi Ada, I just found this blog today so I am catching up on all your previous posts. I have been worried about you over there but reading your stories helps.

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    1. Hi Uncle David it's great to hear from you I'm doing fine I hope everything is going good with you as well!

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  4. Hey! With Halloween approaching I was thinking of our annual tradition of you and your family coming over for Indian food. How ironic that you'll be having the real thing this Halloween!! By now you must have figured out that I really didn't know what I was doing Shhhhh ;)

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    1. wow that's one of my favorite traditions, i'm so sad i won't be celebrating with everyone like usual :( i guess you were always preparing me for this year with that curry!

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  5. Hi Ada - I have been following your adventures with great interest. What a brave girl you are! I guess you can't be a germophobe there in Varanasi. We miss you! Xoxo Jessica, Juan and Samuel

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  6. By the way, I am hanging out with your mom, sad and sis right now! Jessica

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    1. Thank you so much Jessica it's great to hear from you, I miss all of you guys too! Tell Samuel good luck from me for his next soccer game.

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