Able Miller

(17th April 2008)The Last Day of the Learning Journey Narrated By Able Miller;

It Was Very Warm in the Breakfast room as the group came in one by one to hurriedly help them selves to break fast and then continuing to prepare their final arrangements as it was preplanned that the group would split today with some making a return tour back to Chennai to catch the flight home whilst some were to remain in Chennai and it was apparent that the group was reluctant for this moment.

Finally after tearful and heart breaking goodbyes, the group departing for Chennai departed at approximately (12:00) Twelve pm. The group soon settled in the bus and everyone was chatting and viewing the somewhat chaotic transport system which amazingly did not produce any accidents but a lot of close shaves.
The group was able to view the amazing scenery in between the built up areas and all was going well when somehow the driver who seemed to be intrigued by our group director Richard, suddenly realised he had to negotiate anther close shave, and recklessly changed gears, there was a grown from the gear box and the driver continued to drive in third gear as if nothing had happened until we reached Poonjeri where we had a scheduled lunch stop at GRT Temple Bay. We all had a very lovely lunch in the most beautiful setting one could imagine, there was a lot of joyful banter as the group had their lunch. After lunch it was then revealed by the bus driver that the bus was no longer fit to continue the journey, and as the next step of the journey was to tour the stone carved temples alternate transport had to be arranged for the tour and for the rest of the journey to Chennai. The tour of the Temples was an amazing trip and between trying to convince the local population that we did not want to buy some of their wares we managed to take some pictures and finally return to the Resort.

A short while after our arrival at the resort the alternative transport arrived to take us to Chennai and after a quick shuffle of our luggage we were soon on our way again, but this time it was beginning to get dark and the traffic as we approached Chennai became very heavy and it was a slow journey which ended mercifully at 19.15pm a quarter past seven in the evening. As soon as the bags were offloaded the group had a brief meeting in the reception area where it was decided everyone was to meet at 8pm, for our last supper together, this was enjoyed at the local KFC.
After returning to the star hotel, the group gathered in the hotel reception to say their goodbyes and dually parted.

Then there was one!!

So it sounds as though you all had an eventful trip home. Starting with breaking down and on your way back to Chennai and having to be squashed into a really small bus, victoria where on earth did you fit your suite case? Then having a last meal of KFC, Lance then spending the next 12hours not being very well on the plane, arriving in England without his luggage and John missing his flight. I have been told that Lance's luggage went home via Korea of all places. I guess from the begining to the end I should have known that we would be dramatic travellers!


So the last few days has been really strange without you all. The weather is scorching and I really haven't stopped sweating since I left the comfort of the air conditioned hotel. I went back to see Joss at the re-forestation project in Auroville, and I am now going to go over and do some work with him for a little while. This also means living in the forest with the animals, he also mentioned something about milking cows, as long as they don't wee on me or make me collect their urine for fertiliser it should be alright. I will keep you all updated with my movements, and when I next sit down at the computer I will but up an entry for the last few projects that we visited.


I hope that you are all doing really well. i have started to upload my pictures on to my flickr account http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucyindia/ feel free to use them as you wish

Love

Lucy

Ps just to make you all cry again here are my words from the reflection,


"I have come to understand that you don't have to go half way across the world to find inspiration, there is plenty of it close at home. You just have to go halfway across the world to realise it. For me the group have been really inspirational, you have offered me support and comfort at difficult and emotional times, I have been given the chance to learn about your work and your beliefs and seen India through 15 pairs of eyes. I will truly miss you all, you are wonderful people, go back and continue to do all your good work, for you are doing what they are doing in India, improving peoples lives"

Where has everyone gone?

Its Fri 18th Apri 2008, and the end of our journey is upon us . Most of the group plus Richard & Pooja left last night for Chennai, Lucy , Marilyn Nynke an I are spending our last day in Pondy ( correction Lucy is lucky enough to be here for many more months !)
Partly it feels ike we only arrived yesteday but we have packed so much learning, discussion, sharing of ideas both with the Indian host projects we visited but also with one another and the Indian NGO reps ( Matt I never knew what an NGO was until day 2 I can now confess!), without sounding Poncy in Pondy it truly has been a wonderful experience
I will have mnay memories but in particular the strong and courageous people we met at Dreamcatchers, many young women who lost their husbands in the Tsunami., also the young beautiful Muslim woman who couldnt go to school as her parents deemed her to be too tall??? The look of pride and excitement on her face when we had the Sat reflection session , I will never forget, I hope our plan to get some people over to the UK comes off, and I cant wait too see her engaging with Naz and her project in Birmingham
My only slight anxiety aboaut the trip before we set off was about spending 2 weeks with in reality strangers. Others worried about how they would handle , food, dirt, povery etc, thankfully everyone took immediately to the people , the warmth ( including fab temperatures) , the crazy streets ,and I suddenly realised that our differences from DJ's to Ex Zimbabwean MPs' to some Norn Iron girl trying to get us all doing Yoga every morning was indeed v good planning on behalf of Richard &Pooja ( I never dared call you Judy to your face Pooja !)
I genuinely learnt from all of you and hope the conversations and plans we discussed come to fruition
Oh and Rangers are stil in the UEFA CUP
Ove and out and remember a deadline....

PRM, ‘Panchayat RAJ Movement’ is a NGO based on the east coast of India. It was set up in 1989 to address the issues of sustainable agriculture in the landless farming communities of the Dalit people who are the most marginalized people within India and the ‘caste system’

The ‘caste system’, is evident all over India and like the different classes in Europe is a way to separate the rich from the poor and maintain that divide and predates 400 bc. It has only been in relative recent history that real efforts have been made to bridge these divides. In 1950 India first began the process of recognizing the major social problems the caste was having on the poorest communities the Dalit’s. Today traveling around India especially within the Dalit communities it is hard to imagine the constitutional change India made over half a century ago has had any impact. People still live in slum conditions seemingly banished from basic human rights and reliant on external aid to survive. If impact is measurable then I really cannot imagine how hard pulling together, a life, family and community would have been prior. These divides within the classes have paralyze and imprisoned the Dalit people through out history it is so engrained in the way of life that the prejudices are still the masters.

Mr Jeevanandham the founder of PRM has been pioneering sustainable and ecologically friendly farming systems for over 20 years within the example village we were shown some apparent and possitve outcomes. He took us on a tour of one of the projects PRM works with in the Pudukkattai district of Tamilnadu. The Dalit community on the out skirts of Andakkulam set up the WOFM ‘woman’s organic farming comity’ with the aid of PRM directly after the tsunami in 2003 in a move to help empower the Dalit people.

On the 24th of December 2003 this small farming community, although 1.5 km from the sea, was submerged in 15ft+ of salty sea water. Even though the water came and went in just ten minutes it caused devastation all over the world, destroying then dragging back out to sea anything and everything it could. The immediate damage to the community was shattering and the aftermath had huge disabling consequences on this community.

The Dalit are nearly all landless people and rely on leasing or renting the land they live on. In this instant the WOFC pay rent in the form of agricultural produce to the Temple. As a marginalized people their voice is hardly heard with in the local government, the Panchayat. Getting aid and tackling major social problems is arduous and is often a futile waste of time. The government provided the Dalit farmers, after several months, minimal aid in the form of 4000rs and 2 sacks of rice. This was hardly enough to feed and rebuild a community who still had to scrape together the money to pay their rent.

Directly after the tsunami the lands had become saturated in salt and were un- farmable, the Dalit farmers were informed by government scientists it would be 5 years before farming would be successful again, another blow. PRM saw the despair as an opportunity not only to help bring these people out of what a seemingly hopeless situation, but also use this as a chance to create something using the sustainable farming models they had developed to help empower the people.

PRM’s immediate focus was to help the farming Dalit community to clear the farming lands of the sand and Debary. This led onto the introduction of new sustainable farming methods. PRM worked with WOFC to develop organic fertilizers pesticides and composts that would reintroduce the valuable nutrients needed to make farming successful. Previously the community had been fully dependant on costly chemicals. The new low tech process that use readily available raw materials not only has a initial financial saving but also in time will enable the community to enter into a potentially more lucrative organic market.

PRM have created hope in a community were there was none, In one of many conversations with the people of the village one woman said “PRM helped to give us the confidence we had lost to make these changes, now the people now have plans and ambition”.

We were shown around the village and homes of the Dalit farmers who gave demonstrations of their work; unwanted fish, an array of local plants, cow manure and urine, milk, raw sugar the unusual list of ingredients for the various potions goes on… Really though, the most exciting thing to see was the glowing pride the people had. It is a humbling experience seeing people with honour and pride not only manage to live of almost nothing, but bring them back from utter devastation.

Visit to Pathway

By Lance

The approach road to pathway is along which leads to an incongruous building at the bottom. A sign denotes “pathway dental and medical centre for the mentally retarded” which was not really a good sign. However once you enter to the building and meet Mr prasad and his wife who are co-directors of pathway you soon realise that something much more significant is being delivered here.

Pathway started in 1975 with just 2 children but now provides care to 100 boarding children and 200 day children. Since its inception it has provided care to over 22,000 children. The centre provides education, physiotherapy, occupational therapy and arts and crafts. the older children and young adults work in a printshop and a bakery on site as well as in a furniture manufacturing factory. They provide full time employment to 61 people with learning disabilities which makes then the largest employers of people with learning disabilities in India.

Pathway also runs an agrocentre in a rural setting 90k away which provides care and education for other 220 children who undertake farming activities self sufficient.

Our overall impression was of a small group of individuals who have committed themselves to delivering a brighter future for a group of children who are largely ignored by the state and rest of the population. You could not help but be touched by the drigt smiles you encounter in every room and by the comminment of the staff to optimise the ailities of each and every child. This was a very stimulation and impressive start to our indian journey.

9th April

By Naz

I've been quite detached since arriving in India, I'm here but my soul has not really connected until today. The day started with a group reflection of the time we have spent so far. It was quite obvious of some tensions that had surfaced amongst the group. In a way I was glad that as a group we had moved on past the pleasantries and small talk. Reality had kicked in on who we are as individuals and why we are here. I was not disappointed about this but hopeful that as a group we would rise to the challenge of being outside our comfort zones, tolerance and knowing we care about each other although we express it in different ways.

The afternoon was free time. Some group members decided to go for a massage and pamper themselves, a well deserved treat. I had no plans and so decided to spend it with Lucy a brave soul that is planning on staying in Chennai for 6 months. We visited the project that she will be working on. Suddenly i felt excitement and the real experience of what it would be like working in India. I felt stretched outside my own comfort zone, no air conditioning or big meals we have been enjoying since arriving. Would I be able to do what Lucy was embarking upon? We talked about how we would cope and the mental reprogramming of our minds that would be needed to survive. Thank you Lucy for sharing this experience with me.

In the evening we were privileged to meet other social entrepreneurs from India. As I listened to the various presentations I had a flashback to where I started. I felt grateful to Unltd for picking me up and valuing my work. For defining who I am as a social entrepreneur when I felt isolated and felt I did not belong. Now i was in a room full of like minded people, doing amazing work for social causes.

I got married last week and as a new bride my friends where surprised that as a feminist why I would do such a thing. An opportunity to explore a relationship past the point I had experienced before would have been to deny stepping outside my comfort zone. This is the place where most social entrepreneurs like to live. The feminist inside me is overwhelmed by womens achievements in India, in some cases even more progressive than in the communities I work with back in Birmingham. My amazing husband will only support me to do this work even further and is encouraging me over text messages, even though I should be spending this time with him as a newly wed! (Husband, I miss you very much!) I just wanted to take this moment to pray for all the group and our loved ones we have left behind. May they be happy and well and may the rest of our journey be fulfilling and purposeful.

Love, light & peace, Naz x

10th April

By Victoria

Having lost my voice this morning I am thinking about the women and children all over the world whose voices are not heard and what Vana (our local guide) told us about the Tamil Nadu pancharat having no women in them so they had no representation after the Tsunami when they were actually the ones who suffered the most loss of life. This made it especially poignant when we visited the Dreamcatchers Project at SEA which actually had a lot of representation from women. When the SEA project started in 2000 there was only 20% of people who completed education and this drop-out rate got worse after the Tsunami because the funders provided boats for every fisherman which needed 4 people to run it so the children were being taken out of school to help with fishing. SEA created a Parent-Teacher Association to improve literacy and the drop-out rate and this work has increased so much that they have now organised a children's parliament for 56 villages in their area. SEA support in excess of 5000 children in the district including the lower caste – the so-called 'untouchables'.

After hearing this information we went through the work that the Dreamcatchers organisation does with SEA and we each said our name along with an action which everyone then repeats in order to learn each others name. I thought it was an empowering exercise because it gave validity to everyone and I could see it having real benefits for Stretch & Play with some of the shyer or younger children I work with who find it difficult to say who they are and to be proud of themselves. The second ritual was a “hopes and offerings” exercise which involved everyone receiving a flower which they placed into a bowl at the centre of the room. Again, this was difficult for me because I couldn't speak and it was doubly difficult for Juliet who had to translate for me! After everyone had placed their hopes and offerings into the centre we stood in a circle holding hands.

I commented that the exercise was good for illiterate children because I would do something similar at home “hopes and expectations” which involves flipchart paper and pens and can cause problems for people who cannot read or write. In this exercise everyone's words are valid. Lance thought that it was good because it made the adults awkward and the children comfortable so would bring everyone to the same level. the staff of Dreamcatchers explained that the exercise was done for 3 reasons: 1.leadership for children and to relieve the frustration or fear felt by the children in the aftermath of the Tsunami 2. to help the children improve their levels of deep thinking and 3. t0o bring the group together. In addition to this exercise Dreamcatchers use a number of different facilitation techniques such as a talking circle where everyone's words are important and which allows the most marginalised to speak. Juliet explained that when Dreamcatchers first started working in the area they were focusing on healing in the aftermath of the Tsunami but now, 4 years later, they are focusing on leadership skills and abilities and have trained a lot of the local women and children through intergenerational work.

This was especially empowering for me because I believe that there is a lack of intergenerational work in the UK which leads to suspicion and mistrust from both youth and their elders towards each other. The work that the women are doing at SEA is artistic healing rituals where they create embroidered pictures and hanging garlands. The additional benefit of this healing work is that they are creating products which can then be sold to tourists as a micro-enterprise. The women themselves were given a chance to speak and they had some wonderful words of inspiration for us. The talking carried on long into lunchtime when the women crowded around Matt and he even got himself a new girlfriend!

Then it was back on the bus for the long, long journey to Tranquebar and Bungalow on the Beach. However we talked so much that the time flew in and we left Nynke behind at one stage so apologies for that!

Another day another dollar (April 10th)

(by John)

And this time a blog to do...

It’s Thursday. We start with a power breakfast with our mentors from Dasra and a briefing on our next leg of our journey. This is to the Tsunami hit area south of Chennai. What can I say ? The locals had been overwhelmed with – not the great wave we think of from Phuket – but a rise in sea level of around 7 meters. Enough to kill around 16,000 people

The people then had to endure an onslaught by a tidal wave of NGO activity: the second Tsunami. Of random acts of kindness and well meaning and contradictory advice. It’s not to be critical of the NGO effort. People wanted to help and help was needed quickly. But it had some real failings due to lack of co-ordination and perhaps some sloppy thinking. The nearest villages to Chennai got most of the NGO visits because – well it was the shortest drive. They got so much stuff, some households ended up with ten sets of cooking pots and the fishermen were supplied with rather more fishing boats than they really needed. Comical really – but… Basically the pattern had been that a boat would typically have a crew of four men. Post the tsunami – there was one boat per person. Fantastic – every one is a captain.. with no-one to crew. Quite a screw up.

And it’s not ending there. The Indian Government used the Tsunami to clear the poor families back 2 kilometers from the beach leaving land available to be snapped up by developers to put nice resorts along the beaches. And that’s what we saw as we followed the coast road South: A frenzy of development. Of course there’s a lot of development in India but this post Tsunami land grab is a bit distasteful.

There are hard questions that well meaning NGO’s should think about regarding this post tsunami work. No doubt there was good and well targetted aid. But what was the clown thginking about who sent a container load of Levi Jeans ?

I’m not too comfortable criticising the NGO effort. They did the best they could, making instant decisions. I’d say the most disturbing thing was how uncharitable the village communities proved to be to each other. In one community a community leader sent an NGO further down the coast where aid was needed more. His fellow villagers came round that night threatening to kill him. The NGO’s goods had a resale value. It made me wonder if the NGO effort had actually done more harm than good?

Man’s inhumanity to man is pretty striking in this story. Aid was delivered to the panchayats or village governments in the villages. It was then allocated by the panchayat – supposedly by need – but other factors came in. The Dalit (untouchables) got little of the aid. In some cases NGO’s oversaw aid distributed fairly, only to go away and then the panchayat took the goods back from the Dalit, to redistribute.

Our project visit, two hours out of Chennai was to the Grassroots Foundation. They do various projects (including children’s rights and education) but our visit was to a Dalit community, who live next to an old canal where they subsist by fishing. They are not allowed to fish in the sea by the caste fishermen. Instead they catch fish by hand – no question of any of the spare boats being redistributed in their direction.

Our discussions with the villagers were pretty upsetting. They reminded me of a ghetto – akin to a prewar Jewish Ghetto – where the dominant culture would really rather thay did not exist. It unfolded there was really loads of problems. They’re suffering reduced income from fishing because the creek was partly infilled by the Tsunami.

They got no help from the NGO’s in the Post tsunami gold rush. Aid went to their local panchyat but none to the Dalit community. This despite it being illegal to discriminate against them. Presumably their share has been allocated to caste villagers.

The Dalit actual concerns they talked about were about better housing and they have an access problem caused by the weird caste divisions. They are prevented from sending their children to school and to cross the road to the village. They have protested about the access – doing a demonstration which led to 7 of them being arrested and awaiting trial.

We left the visit both charmed by these friendly and smiling people and in my case at least pretty upset and disgusted by the treatment that these Dalit had received from their dominant caste communities. And distressed because it’s so hard to see what effective intervention would work for this group. They have good support from Grassroots – and we suggested that perhaps Elango, from the Panchayat Academy might be able to help. It’s such an intractible problem. Caused not by some terrifying act of nature but by the low, systematic and deadly discrimination that only people are capable of…

Ho hum…

Day 2 Kuthambakkam-Model Village

(Nynke and Naoko)

What’s the record for how many people can fit on a moto rick shaw?‘ was the opening question today as we motored along Chennai’s congested streets, narrowly avoiding collision with an assortment of vehicles… ‘5 isn’t it?’…. no…… ‘9!.... look behind you …..’ Lance exclaimed with a bemused expression, and nobody even flinched or considered this abnormal. It was only day 2 and we were all becoming accustomed to the colourful chaos that constitutes India’s roads.

A 90 minute journey took us out of Chennai to the rural district of Thiruvallur, a pleasant change from the humidity of the city… the air was becoming drier but the heat was no lense intense. The landscapes opened up to paddy fields and cows became more evident in the fields and streets. The gigantic 10 ft billboards were still a prominent feature, advertising anything and everything from shaving foam to window cleaner. Rajni Kant’s ridiculously cheesy grin adorns every street corner - a famous indian film star (by all accounts) who brings the city to a standstill whenever he’s in town to pay hommage to his adoring fans….( the attraction to us was far from evident, as he bore a close resemblence to Julio Iglesias, and that’s being generous J….)

We were nearly there…passing a few more photo opportunities en route – a ‘speak EEZY’ english teaching centre and a woman passed out in front of a ‘wine shop’ …(!) A large Coca Cola factory loomed in the distance…but less said about that the better in a country with scarce water resources….

We knew we were near our destination when we started seeing the picturesque red terracotta tiles on the roofs of the houses - a defining element of Kuthambakkam – a village in the Thiruvallur District of Tamil Nadu. What makes this village remarkable is that it is entirely self governed by a local management group known as a ‘Panchayat’ made up of local villagers and its visionary ex-President Rangaswamy ‘Elango’, the mastermind of this pioneering form of democratic self governance . Motivated by the lack of community cohesion and endemic alcoholism among men in the surrounding rural areas and its disasterous effect on the social and economic situation in the area, he overcame the odds by educating himself and getting a University degree in engineering, despite having been born into the lowest Indian caste (‘Dalit’). As a child he had grown up witnessing the women in his family repeatedly beaten by drunken husbands, and had felt compelled to do something about it. After completing his degree he then returned to the village to address the plethora of problems affecting it. But where on earth to start?

In 1996 Elango was elected President of the panchayat of Kuthambakan despite 70% of the upper castes voting against him (believing him to be anti-upper caste). A substantial achievement of Kuthambakkam has been to establish equal opportunities among all castes in the village. From a situation in the past where all castes were segregated – from housing to schools, where even teachers would refuse to touch the children from the Dalit ‘untouchable’ caste, to a situation where everyone lived side by side and in relative harmony and equality. In 2001, 100 ‘twin’ houses were designed and constructed for Dalits to live next door to Brahmans to promote tolerance and understanding whilst still respecting individual customs and indentity. With the help of government funding and grants from the Swiss Agency for Development Cooperation, new roads were built, new schools erected, and new houses constructed using sturdier building materials like brick instead of mud that was prone to being washed away in a heavy rainstorms or floods.

Elango was not happy just to sit back and receive handouts from the government though, he wanted to find a solution to achieving sustainable employment opportunities for the villagers. The answer was relatively simple – keep as much of the trade and production processes of the local village enterprises in-house. Spend what you earn where you earn – in the village. ‘We use the Ghandi model of economics’ Elango kept re-iterating, clearly the role model that had spurred him on to create a model village of sutainability.

Self Help Groups play a key role in the vision of a sustainable village model. In this village 1100 out of 2500 women belong to a SHG group. Self help groups (SHGs), are voluntary groups of 10-20 villagers that share a similar socio economic background that come together with the purpose to help support each other. SHGs is the most common form in which microfinance has grown in India. SHGs promote savings from its members and also loans are made available through the members savings and through third parties such as government affiliated banks, private banks and microfinance institutions. The small microcredits provided to the women are used for income generating activities. SHGs have contributed to the empowerment of many women as they gain not only income but self esteem and respect from others.

Elango is now well on the way to forming a network of panchayats in the neighbouring district all exchanging best practice and trading goods and services. His vision is to see 200 panchayat ‘academies’ set up and running, to share good practices with local village leaders and offer skills sharing and learning centres to facilitate the replication of the panchayat village model.

We walked around the village and into some of the workshops where villagers were making spare parts for kerosene lamps. We couldn’t help noticing that they were using machinery that had been used in the UK once upon a time before industrialisation and mass machine mechanisation. In another room women were weaving hammocks, not seeming to mind having their privacy invaded by a hord of foreigners all pointing cameras in their faces… we received smiles and friendly waves wherever we went… not least from the children at the local village school which was the highlight of the day. We were the centre of attention, and felt like visiting celebrities, with children jumping around excitedly asking to be photographed and laughing in delight to see their images shown back to them on the screen of our digital cameras.

We ate lunch in the village hall, itself designed to inspire visitors, with open walls and visible sky all around creating a feeling of openness to reflect the ethos of panchayat village culture.

As local custom dictated we all ate with our hands, some mastering the technique better than others, ‘remember don’t use your left hand’ could be heard whispered around the room…. Left hand in many cultures in the developing world is used to clean certain parts of the anatomy after bodily evacuation…..so an important detail to adhere to!

Even in a panchayat we still observed incredulous scenes of women carrying heavy bricks on their heads in the burning hot sun… but what probably impressed us the most was the transparency of how money is spent when we were shown the entire cash income and expenditure figures written up for all to see on the wall in the panchayat office. If only many Western insitutions could be so open.

Before going home we had a chance to meet the newly elected President, a young girl only around 26 yrs old, somewhat overshadowed by Elango but with a look of silent determination of the challenges ahead.

We took away a multitude of impressions from the day, each able to take something different ……

But hang on…… who’s that in the group that’s keeping us waiting again ……? J

pathway

welcome to the start of what i am sure will be a tremendous learning journey for all of us individually and collectively as we share our own experiences and learn from the wonderful people of south east india and each other.

i was first to arrive on saturday and slowly (and in Victorias case very slowly) most arrived by very early monday am, Abel using all his powers of persuasion to get a via to travel. we are now only short of Bipin who has already developed as the “mysteryman” within the group and i may open a book on where or when he will appear.

to visit the pathways website click here

We are sorry that Thalbir can not be with us and are thinking of her and her family and of course Ben is off doing bigger and better things. I half expect to bump into him on a street-stall somehere, in the wee small hours.

Myself and Lance (the token public sector workers) and Lucy offered to write the first offical blog as we were visiting both child and mental health services across Chennai. lucy having a particular interest in disabilty. Lance and I visited Pathway a truly inspiring ad wonderful facility in a slum (to quote the founder) area of chennai.

Mr Prasad the manager had the idea as a very young but clearly entreprenuerial 21 yer old back in 1975 to set up a service for mentally retarded people. the success story began in 1975and has grown considerably since, with over 100 children receiving full care at the live in facility and another 300 children seen daily for rehab and educational programmes. 22,000 kids since 1975.

We want many of the staff who showed great pride and passion about their work and the many children we met almost to an individual had huge smiles when we met them. without this faciilty which is mainly funded through worldwide indivudual supporters as the government funding is minium these children mostly orphans will receive no care and yet many of them have gone on to lead “normal” “lives and contribute fully to indian society”. the leadership skills of the manger and his team were clear to see, he was a man who wouldn't take no for an answer as several of us in the small group that visited have already started to think about how we can work with pathway (it is 7am tuesday and Abel is already on his laptop thinking of how he can get some equipment over).

from my own perspective it challenged many of my “western” thoughts for the whole public health/ funding difference to the use of language as everyone seemed comfortable with what i geuss we would find offensive now. eg not normal, retarded etc. what matters of course is the quality of the treatment and care and the people who deliver, and in pathway was exceptional.

Indian Council for Child Welfare

Starting in Chennai our first full day of project visits has got underway. The group now fully formed after some members took 3 days to arrive, split up to visit four projects, of which I will be telling you about the Indian Council for Child Welfare (ICCW).

ICCW is a non-profit non-government organisation that is committed to ensuring that children's basic human rights are protected within the state of Tamil Nadu.

We were greeted by the lively and hospitable project founders. After a quick look at the sports fields and the class rooms we were whisked up stairs for a presentation about the work of the organisation. The founders sat opposite us in a line and passionately all launched into the discussion, you could tell that these ladies had known and worked with each other for a long time as they proceeded to finish off each others sentences, I guess this also highlighted their commitment and strong belief in what they are doing.

The organisation part of a national body and it works in all districts of the Tamil Nadu state. It has been going for 23 years and the range of progammes and the achievements is staggering. The organistion run's many programmes including:

• A mother and child welfare project in the southern part of Tamil Nadu (Usilampatti). This project tackles the practice of baby girls being killed at birth. When the projecct first started in 1991 200 babies were killed in 309 villages per year. The project has now successfully wiped out this practice and for the last two years no female babies have been killed in these villages.
  
• A programme for the prevention of child beggary in the urban areas of Chennai.
  
• A crisis intervention programme tackling child abuse and neglect.
• A series of residential care programmes- the organisation's centre provides places for children up to 18 year old, currently the centre houses 50 children.
• A series of day care centres- the organisation is currently running 130 centres for children below 5 years old.
  
• A sponsorship programme which helps children to stay in education and not drop out of school dew to their families having no money.
• A counselling and guidance service.
• An education and development project (Karur).
• A programme offering supplementary school lessons.
• A programme of recreational activities.
• A childline service- this is a free number for children and adults to access, where the welfare of the child can be discussed and services can be sort in a confidential manner. In the last 7 days alone the center has taken 708 calls, where 43 have led to intervention (there were 17 cases of child abuse, 10 children were given shelter and 7 children had been reported missing)
• A series of advocacy programmes.
• A series of child and social work training programmes.
  

The organisation is run by many volunteers and has been crucil to the advancement of government strategies and policies on children and social care systems and interventions. There is still cleary a lot more for the organisation to tackle not least the role of men in the family and child rearing process. The centre did acknowledge that this was an area of work that they need to tackle and some work has started to educate young boys to take a more active role.

I think that everyone in the group took something away with them. For me the organistion showed that you can do a lot with a strong will and belief, but it was clear that the organisation will have to grow and change as the complex indian family system evolves.


Pictures of a girl making Idly, a rice and lentil based food that is their breakfast and the ICCW centre in Chennai.

Preparation

Hi!
I wanted to say how excited I am about going on the Spring 2008 India Learning Journey. I've getting prepared since we met in March and I know that our two weeks is going to go so fast... I'm just gonna take a deep breath and dive on in there! This blog is the first part of that so jump in with me cos the water's lovely!
Victoria