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By Lorraine Kasyan, July 16, 2013 1:24 pm

Somehow the days have blended into one fabulous chain of humanity moving our little tribe along on wonder. Friday we traveled a few hours out of town to visit the rural village Nimgaon Bhogi where we met a women’s self-help group, facilitated a sports day, presented lessons to our perspective grades, and shared a traditional lunch with a village family.  Any one of these would be perspective changing.

In the evening we met our host families and traveled to their homes. Three other delegates joined me as Mrs. Shalinia Pawar and her driver collected us. What fun! We were going to travel 78 kilometers in a vintage ambulance. Our sense of adventure was a bit stilted by fatigue, but the smile of our hostess eased the way. Dr. and Mrs. Pawar live on a mission hospital campus. We arrived to find out that we were to be guests of honor at a special meeting of the Daund Rotary Club. We were introduced, awarded trophies, asked to give a brief speech, and then answered questions for about an hour and a half.

Saturday dawned and the cultural experience of shopping and site seeing did not dawn with it. The Powars had arranged for us to visit three schools, an orphanage, a women’s self-help group, and the slums of Daund. The day was filled with humbling and inspiring experiences. The schools were very different from one another. One was a public school, one a private school, and one a village school. The class sizes would make any teacher cringe. Classes are either only girls or boys or in the younger grades they are co-ed but the girls and boys are situated on different sides of the room.  I will let the photos speak for themselves regarding equipment and set up. Several things happened this day to reinforce the fact that this trip is exactly what I should be doing right now. In one of the girls classes, about 8 standard I think, the teacher asked me to give a few words of encouragement to the girls. I was standing in the center of a group and she walked directly to me, looked me in the eye and made her request. I looked out over the sea of pink and spoke from my heart – that their education will be all their own, that it will take them wherever they want to go, and that they should not give up even when it is difficult. It was short, but emotional, and their clapping gave me goose bumps.

The visit to the slums for the women’s self-help group, orphanage, and other visitations gave me a glimpse of the India I have been reading about. I may have to leave that for tomorrow. I have to share a market visit, a Hindu wedding, and two more days of visiting Tata Consulting, The Serum Institute, two temples, and Humayun’s tomb to share next, oh, and a visit with India’s Minister of Education, but the bus leaves at 8:15 am and we will be on the road till 10 pm tomorrow. Thanks for reading. More on this journey soon.

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By Lorraine Kasyan, July 4, 2013 9:21 am

The orientation for my upcoming trip to India held many nuggets of wisdom. Dr. Tim Flood, professor at UNC Kenan-Flagler Business School, was our first guest lecturer and his honest and intuitive assessments of culture wove their way through all of our time in Raleigh. Do you harbor stereotypes? ‘Of course not! Well at least not prejudicial ones,’ I thought to myself. Dr. Flood quickly demonstrated that yes, we do and for most of us it is a necessity. With over 7 billion people in the world how else would you even begin to get to know and understand each other?

“Culture is behavior. The way we know culture is through behavior. The way we understand culture is through introspection.” Our behavior and the behavior of others combines and from my assessment that combination can be gentle or combustive. Our communication does not belong to us once we put it out there – others interpret, assess, and yes, judge what we do and say, receiving our words and actions as they are able. This entire concept helped put me into a new place of observer. This trip to India has untapped power. A transformative estuary of sorts that is sure to discomfort, delight, and at times disagree with me.

What are my goals? To be open and fluid to the people, places, and circumstances I encounter. To release my expectations, misconceptions, and stereotypes to allow this sojourn to mellow my soul and strengthen my connection to the citizens of this earth. To give. Yes, we are heading as delegates to learn from India in order to teach our students in NC how to be global partners with this burgeoning society, but what do I have to give in return? Delegates have been partnered to visit and teach in schools where there will be little English spoken. How will I, a teacher of literature, be able to instruct a 10^th grader at The Bishops School in anything of value?  What can I share with the students at Nimgaon Bhogi Village High School that will give them the experience of learning something from an American teacher? Something that our contact there, Armene Modi, founder and chairperson of Ashta No Kai organization has stressed. Her words of advice: “…it might be best to plan on using body language, gestures etc., and avoid as far as possible translations so that the students’ self-confidence will also be boosted that they were able to actually communicate/understand American teachers.” American teachers. Wow, this value for educators before we even prove our worth humbles.

Suspending my disbelief I shore myself with the thought that by opening my mind and heart to the universal language of love, dignity and respect, I will have something to give. I know I have much to learn. Would you like to share that learning with me? We leave tomorrow.

Now as I ready

To travel to India

I open my arms

Thanks to Dr. Tim Flood for the inspirational quotes, title, and jumping off point. Thank you to the BBC news and Ghetty images for the young newspaper vendor from Bangalore. Thank you, Armene Modi. We haven’t even met yet but the stories of milk and bicycles for the women of Pune make you a hero in my eyes. To wings of possibility!