Missing our bagpiper!!!
Happy New Year.
Fiona
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
New Year's Eve
Having already been exposed to so many new experiences, New Years is looking like being something very memorable. From the past stories about ear lickings to the new clean shaven faces that each of us are now in possession of, the expectations are high. If the last two days in Goa are anything to go by I can comfortably predict some interesting blogs tomorrow.
As I write this many of you would be well into your celebrations and are only one hour away from 2014. By the time we, the touring group, are celebrating the new year you will all be close to waking up on January 1.
I'm sure there will be some exciting blogs tomorrow; I definitely look forward to what awaits us in Goa tonight.
Manksy
As I write this many of you would be well into your celebrations and are only one hour away from 2014. By the time we, the touring group, are celebrating the new year you will all be close to waking up on January 1.
I'm sure there will be some exciting blogs tomorrow; I definitely look forward to what awaits us in Goa tonight.
Manksy
A Very Indian New Years
With only ten hours to go until we see in the new year, I must say that everyone around the camp is excited to see what the local Goans have in store for us. After last night's life threatening display of what loosely can be called fireworks, although I would more accurately describe them as artillery, I'm hoping that we will have all that and more tonight.
This morning's shave was a very new experience for me, having always relied on my own hand when it comes to facial grooming. If money was no object, I could definitely see myself going down to local barber once a week for a shave and a quick head massage. After experiencing both the cut-throat razor shave and then the exfoliating mud that followed, I can safely say that my face has never been in such good condition, something which I hope will continue throughout the new year.
Happy New Year to everyone!
- Ben Toogood
This morning's shave was a very new experience for me, having always relied on my own hand when it comes to facial grooming. If money was no object, I could definitely see myself going down to local barber once a week for a shave and a quick head massage. After experiencing both the cut-throat razor shave and then the exfoliating mud that followed, I can safely say that my face has never been in such good condition, something which I hope will continue throughout the new year.
Happy New Year to everyone!
- Ben Toogood
The Sea of Life
Yesterday whilst swimming in the ocean I had a realisation about these last three and a half weeks in India. Bobbing in the surf I was letting myself rock over the waves. Sometimes they were low and easy to take on, gently rolling beneath me. Sometimes a wave would break in my face and splash me with bubbling foam. Sometimes I could see a tall wave coming and anticipate the height, pushing off the sea bed, comfortably sailing over the top and dropping down into the gap behind the wave. But there were some times when I wasn't concentrating or when I didn't read the surf right and a wave would suddenly climb on me, looming up above me like a dark cloud ready to break and douse me with salty raindrops. I panic, reach for my footing but the wave has already swept up my feet. I brace myself and prepare for the ride.
India to me has been like this wave. For fifteen months it lumbered towards me, always in the back of my mind, always on the horizon but at the time I had other, smaller, gentler waves to cross. When I passed through customs, I panicky scrambled for my footing, suddenly aware that I was being faced with a rising challenge that I would have to ride out, even if that meant getting dumped chest on the sea bed.
When swimming in the sea, some people like to body surf. Predict a powerful wave and swim as fast as they can in an effort to be swept up in the surge of the breaking, cascading energy. Some people like to bob in the water and feel the energy of the waves but not engage in the flow of the water. Others like to jump into the waves, feel the weight of the surf on their chest and push through the tide. Some people dip their feet and feel the wave's last moments shunt it's warm moisture onto their toes as they waltz along the hard sand.
If life is the sea, then how do we swim in it. Before I came here I used to approach life with my chest popped out, braced to feel the break on my upper body. I would try and fight the overwhelming shunt of the universe and stay solid in my way, my ideas and my hopes for what I wanted the future to be like. Sometimes that would work for, but more often Mother Nature would toss me a wave that climbs on me unexpectedly and flips me off my feet. Indians prefer to body surf. They take what comes but instead of trying to take on the universe they turn and body surf, build up momentum and ride the wave of life wherever it takes them. Their attitude is more about excepting their situation and making the best of their circumstances. They ride the wave wherever it takes them. This approach is sometimes flawed and we are in on means wrong for trying to take on the surf but I think it must come back to wave selection.
You can't always body surf. If the wave is too small you can ride over the top, putting your spin on the situation. But sometimes, if the wave climbs quickly, rising in your face and you feel the world starting to sweep your feet from under you, why not turn and try to build up the speed to catch the wave, if you don't, you tried, and if you do, ride the wave. I think that I've been forced to ride this wave but I have loved it.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes in life we just have to go with the flow. Before I came to India that was something I was not good at. Sometimes we also have to be assertive or watchful or whatever way suits our environment. India has taught me that there are other ways of life in this world that are different to ours but aren't necessarily worse than ours. There are something's in his life we cannot change but we can change how we react to these things. How are we going to react to our conditions in New Zealand? And when a different situation arises how will we react to it in a way that we can be proud of? I suppose the moral of the story is don't be afraid to try it a different way, but make sure that whatever way you chose, you can be proud of your choice.
India to me has been like this wave. For fifteen months it lumbered towards me, always in the back of my mind, always on the horizon but at the time I had other, smaller, gentler waves to cross. When I passed through customs, I panicky scrambled for my footing, suddenly aware that I was being faced with a rising challenge that I would have to ride out, even if that meant getting dumped chest on the sea bed.
When swimming in the sea, some people like to body surf. Predict a powerful wave and swim as fast as they can in an effort to be swept up in the surge of the breaking, cascading energy. Some people like to bob in the water and feel the energy of the waves but not engage in the flow of the water. Others like to jump into the waves, feel the weight of the surf on their chest and push through the tide. Some people dip their feet and feel the wave's last moments shunt it's warm moisture onto their toes as they waltz along the hard sand.
If life is the sea, then how do we swim in it. Before I came here I used to approach life with my chest popped out, braced to feel the break on my upper body. I would try and fight the overwhelming shunt of the universe and stay solid in my way, my ideas and my hopes for what I wanted the future to be like. Sometimes that would work for, but more often Mother Nature would toss me a wave that climbs on me unexpectedly and flips me off my feet. Indians prefer to body surf. They take what comes but instead of trying to take on the universe they turn and body surf, build up momentum and ride the wave of life wherever it takes them. Their attitude is more about excepting their situation and making the best of their circumstances. They ride the wave wherever it takes them. This approach is sometimes flawed and we are in on means wrong for trying to take on the surf but I think it must come back to wave selection.
You can't always body surf. If the wave is too small you can ride over the top, putting your spin on the situation. But sometimes, if the wave climbs quickly, rising in your face and you feel the world starting to sweep your feet from under you, why not turn and try to build up the speed to catch the wave, if you don't, you tried, and if you do, ride the wave. I think that I've been forced to ride this wave but I have loved it.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes in life we just have to go with the flow. Before I came to India that was something I was not good at. Sometimes we also have to be assertive or watchful or whatever way suits our environment. India has taught me that there are other ways of life in this world that are different to ours but aren't necessarily worse than ours. There are something's in his life we cannot change but we can change how we react to these things. How are we going to react to our conditions in New Zealand? And when a different situation arises how will we react to it in a way that we can be proud of? I suppose the moral of the story is don't be afraid to try it a different way, but make sure that whatever way you chose, you can be proud of your choice.
Gus
Omaha New Year
We've had a beautiful day, great swimming and a lovely barbecue meal followed by a late evening walk on the beach. It's a clear starry night and we are sitting outside with fireworks going off all around.
Very sedate but very pleasant - no party this year without Reuben to DJ!
Thinking of you all and wishing you a great night in Goa and all good things on your return in 2014.
Look forward to seeing you all in a few days.
Safe home.
Love Kristin, Graham, Flynn, Lenore, Michael, Sally and Adrian x
Very sedate but very pleasant - no party this year without Reuben to DJ!
Thinking of you all and wishing you a great night in Goa and all good things on your return in 2014.
Look forward to seeing you all in a few days.
Safe home.
Love Kristin, Graham, Flynn, Lenore, Michael, Sally and Adrian x
Leaving it to Tennyson
Dear all, here and there:
By our sundry beaches and pools we are thinking of each other, and wishing well to all for 2014 - beginning with a safe return home for our men (and Miss Candy!). Having caught by proxy the deep and meaningful debrief bug (although I'm always like that at New Years, to everyone's dismay) I want to add something profound and worthwhile to this extraordinary joint account, but I can't think how to say it. So I'll leave it to Tennyson.
- Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
- The flying cloud, the frosty light
- The year is dying in the night;
- Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
- Ring out the old, ring in the new,
- Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
- The year is going, let him go;
- Ring out the false, ring in the true.
- Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
- For those that here we see no more,
- Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
- Ring in redress to all mankind.
- Ring out a slowly dying cause,
- And ancient forms of party strife;
- Ring in the nobler modes of life,
- With sweeter manners, purer laws.
- Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
- The faithless coldness of the times;
- Ring out, ring out thy mournful rhymes,
- But ring the fuller minstrel in.
- Ring out false pride in place and blood,
- The civic slander and the spite;
- Ring in the love of truth and right,
- Ring in the common love of good.
- Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
- Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
- Ring out the thousand wars of old,
- Ring in the thousand years of peace.
- Ring in the valiant man and free,
- The larger heart the kindlier hand;
- Ring out the darkness of the land,
- Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Make the most of every minute
Hi everyone
It seems which ever side of the world we sit, we are all at the point that we are hanging out for the 4th!
I guess the last few days are always the toughest, whether you are away for a week, a month or a year.
Try to imagine it's your first week away so that you make the most of every last minute of your time together on this adventure of a life time. You will be home before you know it!
Happy New Year! Stay Safe!! Lots of love to you all!!
Mandy, Pete and Georgie xxx
It seems which ever side of the world we sit, we are all at the point that we are hanging out for the 4th!
I guess the last few days are always the toughest, whether you are away for a week, a month or a year.
Try to imagine it's your first week away so that you make the most of every last minute of your time together on this adventure of a life time. You will be home before you know it!
Happy New Year! Stay Safe!! Lots of love to you all!!
Mandy, Pete and Georgie xxx
From Jake's Happy Place
Last swim of the year. Looking forward to the first one of next year. Happy 2014 to you all and safe journey home. Not long now!
Enjoy the last few days of this incredible journey
Love you buddy x
Ma and Pa
Enjoy the last few days of this incredible journey
Love you buddy x
Ma and Pa
Peace
Hi Mitch
There's a road traffic sign in southern India which says "Go home in Peace - not in Pieces".
Were looking forward to seeing you home in one piece and at peace.
Quite pleased to know that you'll have washed away the smells too.
Love
G and P
There's a road traffic sign in southern India which says "Go home in Peace - not in Pieces".
Were looking forward to seeing you home in one piece and at peace.
Quite pleased to know that you'll have washed away the smells too.
Love
G and P
Happy New Year from Waiheke
We are on sunny Onetangi Beach wishing you all a memorable New Year's Eve in Goa. It sounds as though you are making the most of the opportunity for some relaxed contemplation after an extraordinarily full 3 and a bit weeks.
Special thanks to Mr Skeen, Ms Candy and Mr Jordan for guiding our sons throughout the tour. We look forward to seeing you all on the 4th.
Kit and Pip
PS: Ben T - Chelsea 2 Liverpool 1
Special thanks to Mr Skeen, Ms Candy and Mr Jordan for guiding our sons throughout the tour. We look forward to seeing you all on the 4th.
Kit and Pip
PS: Ben T - Chelsea 2 Liverpool 1
MVG
Message for George Helsby:
Nice to hear you escaped the clutches of Mr Skeen for a few hours. Just watching MVG take the first two sets in the "Malice in the Palace" semifinal against Adrian Lewis. Great stuff.
Your Dad
Nice to hear you escaped the clutches of Mr Skeen for a few hours. Just watching MVG take the first two sets in the "Malice in the Palace" semifinal against Adrian Lewis. Great stuff.
Your Dad
Monday, December 30, 2013
R&R
Goa has easily lived up to the hype so far. Clean white beaches, sleeping in till 11:30, pumping karaoke bar and not having to see Skeen all day has been a very welcome change of pace from the previous 20ish in your face days. I'm pretty similar to a lot of the other guys and I'm feeling jealous of my mates at the mount right now for New Years but the more I think about it I think I'd much rather be here. Good to see Australia has gone 4-0 up and I hope my family had a really great time at the Boxing Day test, without me. Looking forward to chilling the next few days and seeing mums face when she sees my Indian purchases. Happy New Years!
George Helsby
George Helsby
Countdown
Goa is most definitely an interesting place to be after 3 weeks of the raw emotion of India. But it also an awesome chance to enjoy each other's company. Chilling out on the beach, waiting for our beautiful fish to be served is a welcome change to what we have been experiencing. Patty and George are enjoying themselves a bit more than the rest of us, having a good ol' dance off to some Rudimental. Although we are extremely lucky to be in a place like this, the parallels with home are clearly evident. This only makes us yearn for home more!! There is no doubt that we are enjoying each other's company here, but there is definitely an underlying desire to be back at our own beach wherever that is. The countdown to home has begun!!! Jonty |
The Perils of Failure
As some of you may know, I was given the privilege/burden of being the Fine Master for the trip.
While Mr Jordan is on my back for being too kind and not fining people enough, there has been a reasonable contribution to the New Years Eve fund.
There have been some of the more notable fines, with the following just the tip of the iceberg...
The first significant fine went to Reuben. The poor bloke was unlucky enough to lose his wallet in a 7/11, before we even got to India. Reuben was fined the massive sum of Rs.150, and was lucky to find his wallet after a kind shopkeeper picked it up.
The first "Inappropriate Skuxxing" fine was handed out to none other than Ms Candy, for enthusiastically volunteering to braid Tutu's (of the Jungle Crows) small patch of long hair (a rats tail for those in the know), even though her services were not asked for. The fine for this blatant display of flirting resulted in her receiving a Rs.10 fine. This small denomination was when the Fine Master still had a small rebellious streak, and did not listen when Mr Jordan told him to slap her with a whopping Rs.500 fine.
One of the last "considerate" fines was also handed out to one Aunty Rach. It seems like she did not learn from her earlier infringement, and was fined for her second case of Inappropriate Skuxxing. By slowly slipping her restaurant comment card into the waiters pocket, rather than into his outstretched hand, The Serial Flirt was fined four times the original fine due to repeat offending.
Now at this stage, the Fine Master was slowly beginning to see Mr Jordan's reasoning on the level of fines, as we could not possibly buy a good supply of food and drinks if Rs.10 fines were handed out. A tough Rs.100 minimum was imposed (still only NZ$2), and with Mr Jordan setting the level of the fines more often than not, the Fine Master started to worry about mutinous activity from fellow tour members.
A trip to the High Commission warranted a Rs.100 fine for all bearded tour members was administered by the non-bearded tour members, just out of jealousy that we cannot actually grow beards. Thus the trip to the High Commission was a handy excuse to fine Alex, Chris, Angus, Ben Toogood, Mr Skeen, Reuben and Jonty for their manliness. Mr Skeen, being the responsible leader that he was, was fined an additional Rs.700 (bringing his total to Rs.800) for taking boys to the Commission without proper grooming. Mr Jordan appealed successfully, arguing that it was not his High Commission and therefore he was exempt from any rules regarding New Zealand etiquette. However it was a silly move on his behalf, and he was slapped with a Rs.500 fine for illegal immigration onto New Zealand soil and his consequent deportation.
At around this time, Mr Jordan also started to get messages of support on the blog. As a group, we came to the conclusion that he must be paying you parents at home for the displays of kindness, and was fined a further Rs.100, which helped to decrease the size of his ever increasing ego and bring him down a notch.
Mr Skeen was another of our tour leaders to be fined for Inappropriate Skuxxing, as he seemed very enthusiastic about greeting our Mumbai tour guide, slapping two huge sloppy kisses on either side of her face in an attempt to get her to like him. He was unsuccessful, and fined Rs.300.
With William Allen not having any fines before the last day in Mumbai, he was fined Rs.200 for not having any fines, and a further Rs.600 for a hideous display of cultural insensitivity, which I will leave him to explain.
The final notable fine once again goes to Mr Jordan. At last nights Karateoki (like Karaoke but with extra fizz) Mr Jordan decided to ruin the Fine Masters barbershop quartet to the iconic Brown Eyed Girl (Van Morrison) by jumping in and butchering the song as only he can. This fully deserved the Rs.400 fine (I haven't actually told him about this one yet) he was handed, and we hope this serves to keep him off microphones all over the world, for others' sake.
That concludes the best fines of the trip so far, and there will be more to come.
Enjoy New Years Eve, and see you all soon.
Hamish
While Mr Jordan is on my back for being too kind and not fining people enough, there has been a reasonable contribution to the New Years Eve fund.
There have been some of the more notable fines, with the following just the tip of the iceberg...
The first significant fine went to Reuben. The poor bloke was unlucky enough to lose his wallet in a 7/11, before we even got to India. Reuben was fined the massive sum of Rs.150, and was lucky to find his wallet after a kind shopkeeper picked it up.
The first "Inappropriate Skuxxing" fine was handed out to none other than Ms Candy, for enthusiastically volunteering to braid Tutu's (of the Jungle Crows) small patch of long hair (a rats tail for those in the know), even though her services were not asked for. The fine for this blatant display of flirting resulted in her receiving a Rs.10 fine. This small denomination was when the Fine Master still had a small rebellious streak, and did not listen when Mr Jordan told him to slap her with a whopping Rs.500 fine.
One of the last "considerate" fines was also handed out to one Aunty Rach. It seems like she did not learn from her earlier infringement, and was fined for her second case of Inappropriate Skuxxing. By slowly slipping her restaurant comment card into the waiters pocket, rather than into his outstretched hand, The Serial Flirt was fined four times the original fine due to repeat offending.
Now at this stage, the Fine Master was slowly beginning to see Mr Jordan's reasoning on the level of fines, as we could not possibly buy a good supply of food and drinks if Rs.10 fines were handed out. A tough Rs.100 minimum was imposed (still only NZ$2), and with Mr Jordan setting the level of the fines more often than not, the Fine Master started to worry about mutinous activity from fellow tour members.
A trip to the High Commission warranted a Rs.100 fine for all bearded tour members was administered by the non-bearded tour members, just out of jealousy that we cannot actually grow beards. Thus the trip to the High Commission was a handy excuse to fine Alex, Chris, Angus, Ben Toogood, Mr Skeen, Reuben and Jonty for their manliness. Mr Skeen, being the responsible leader that he was, was fined an additional Rs.700 (bringing his total to Rs.800) for taking boys to the Commission without proper grooming. Mr Jordan appealed successfully, arguing that it was not his High Commission and therefore he was exempt from any rules regarding New Zealand etiquette. However it was a silly move on his behalf, and he was slapped with a Rs.500 fine for illegal immigration onto New Zealand soil and his consequent deportation.
At around this time, Mr Jordan also started to get messages of support on the blog. As a group, we came to the conclusion that he must be paying you parents at home for the displays of kindness, and was fined a further Rs.100, which helped to decrease the size of his ever increasing ego and bring him down a notch.
Mr Skeen was another of our tour leaders to be fined for Inappropriate Skuxxing, as he seemed very enthusiastic about greeting our Mumbai tour guide, slapping two huge sloppy kisses on either side of her face in an attempt to get her to like him. He was unsuccessful, and fined Rs.300.
With William Allen not having any fines before the last day in Mumbai, he was fined Rs.200 for not having any fines, and a further Rs.600 for a hideous display of cultural insensitivity, which I will leave him to explain.
The final notable fine once again goes to Mr Jordan. At last nights Karateoki (like Karaoke but with extra fizz) Mr Jordan decided to ruin the Fine Masters barbershop quartet to the iconic Brown Eyed Girl (Van Morrison) by jumping in and butchering the song as only he can. This fully deserved the Rs.400 fine (I haven't actually told him about this one yet) he was handed, and we hope this serves to keep him off microphones all over the world, for others' sake.
That concludes the best fines of the trip so far, and there will be more to come.
Enjoy New Years Eve, and see you all soon.
Hamish
A Tribute to Minnie
A wise man in William Shakespeare once said something along the lines of "its better to have loved and have lost than to never have loved at all" . . . Yesterday, after arriving in the surreal Goa, which does not feel like India at all, my little bubble of happiness completely and utterly burst. After a refreshing swim in the ocean I returned to our shack on the beach to enjoy my meal of kingfish and fries, blissfully unaware of the tragedy about to strike my heart.
I had dropped and lost my coveted Minnie Mouse necklace. Now to many of you this may seem rather silly, but to me I assure you, this is far from the case. Apart from the beautiful, aesthetically pleasing and unique nature of the necklace this piece of fashion held a place in my heart. Purchased on the busy streets of Kolkata in a two piece set, it was the one and only matching piece to Jonty Morreau's Micky Mouse necklace. It was the Bonnie to Jonty's Clyde, the Yin to his Yang, the pepper to his salt. Naturally we set out a full scale three man search party after being joined by the empathetic Chris Moses, alas our efforts were fruitless, much to Mr Jordan's smug delight.
I think this has had a devastating effect on group morale, but I also think all we can do from here is grow and learn to all take better care of our Minnie Mouse necklaces. We must appreciate them whilst they are still around our necks because they will not be there forever (they can easily become lost somewhere on a beach in Goa)
I must live with this loss. At least until I can find another one of a kind Minnie Mouse necklace. I am resigned to living in regret until that day.
Clearly Mr Shakespeare never loved like I did.
Tim 'the lonely heart' Burns
P.S.- Karaoke night was possibly the greatest night ever.
I had dropped and lost my coveted Minnie Mouse necklace. Now to many of you this may seem rather silly, but to me I assure you, this is far from the case. Apart from the beautiful, aesthetically pleasing and unique nature of the necklace this piece of fashion held a place in my heart. Purchased on the busy streets of Kolkata in a two piece set, it was the one and only matching piece to Jonty Morreau's Micky Mouse necklace. It was the Bonnie to Jonty's Clyde, the Yin to his Yang, the pepper to his salt. Naturally we set out a full scale three man search party after being joined by the empathetic Chris Moses, alas our efforts were fruitless, much to Mr Jordan's smug delight.
I think this has had a devastating effect on group morale, but I also think all we can do from here is grow and learn to all take better care of our Minnie Mouse necklaces. We must appreciate them whilst they are still around our necks because they will not be there forever (they can easily become lost somewhere on a beach in Goa)
I must live with this loss. At least until I can find another one of a kind Minnie Mouse necklace. I am resigned to living in regret until that day.
Clearly Mr Shakespeare never loved like I did.
Tim 'the lonely heart' Burns
P.S.- Karaoke night was possibly the greatest night ever.
The end...?
While I am sure that this will have been covered in other blogs I just wanted to write down what Goa is to me. Throughout the trip many of the boys (myself included) have viewed Goa as the end of the trip (not actually arriving back in New Zealand). It was some form of goal, a finish line, a salvation from the restless India. And now we are here. We have crossed that "finish line" and all of a sudden I've noticed that Goa wasn't the end. Its just a stepping stone to the next adventure. And the more I think the less sure I am that landing in Auckland is the end either. More of just a transition into the next part of immersion. The whole "reverse culture shock". Goa is a place of relaxation and yet to me there seems to be something missing. Sure it is nice to sleep by the pool or laugh in the waves. It feels like home. But its not home. It's like we have left India behind but not quite arrived back in New Zealand. And it is a strange space to be in.
Hugo
So Close And Yet So Far
When we stepped onto the beach here at Goa yesterday it was like stepping across the Indian Ocean and being home. The sea, the sand and sound of the waves. As I swam I thought about how easily I could be at Takapuna with my family rather than here in India.
The proximity of our departure adds to the general feeling. In some places Goa looks and sounds like home and home is so close time wise that it's really starting to hurt here. This morning has been heartbreaking, waiting for another day to end so I can check off another day until I get home. In some respects I've found this last 24 hours in Goa some of the hardest of the trip so far. I think I might be homesick...?
Gus
Washing away India
Goa has been awesome. The weather is great, the food is good and we have had ample time to swim and lay around doing not a lot. Sleeping for as long as we wanted this morning means everyone is feeling recharged and thoroughly enjoying the relaxed atmosphere here. I'm looking forward to continuing this with the rest of the boys whilst we also reflect on the amazing journey we have been through, and coming to the end of. My favourite thing about this place is the opportunity to swim in the sea, which kind of feels like it is starting to wash away some of the smells and dirtiness I have felt travelling throughout the country.
Mitch
Eating Fish Again
For the first three weeks of our India experience, food was a gamble. Chicken was fifty fifty, and some even went vegetarian. However, one mantra was important above all of those: do not ever eat the fish. After our trips to docks and fish markets, I could see why.
In Goa, however, it's different. The fish is fresh off the boat, and good to eat. So now we can eat fish again, and believe me, I have been. Kingfish for lunch and red snapper for dinner yesterday prove that quite well. I guess it's just another reason that Goa feels a little bit like home, but on the other side of the world (more or less).
Reilly
Awa
Awa buddy, this one is for you....
On our last day in Mumbai, I had bought a ball for Goa and we were kicking it around on a side street because we had heaps of time before our train that night. As we were playing a street kid came up to us and told us he wanted to show us where he plays. At first we were cautions because he wanted to take us behind a barbed wire fence had that had been broken to make a pathway into what was his home, however we followed him eventually. His extended family lived in a a couple of houses made out of tarpaulins and cardboard etc. He led us through this tiny little group of tents and brought us to this massive stadium. Next to the stadium there was a couple 5 aside pitches with nets and small goals with local boys playing, I couldn't help think how much you would've loved it... We've organised to meet him back there the day before we fly out and play a game with him and his brother.
Miss you buddy... Jake
Contrast
I have witnessed sights that epitomize the tremendous difficulty that people live with in this country, but also the joy that the majority of these people have for life. I have seen the beautiful monuments, such as the Taj Mahal and Victoria Palace, that India has to offer, but I have also seen the cramped conditions of the slums. I have dined in the same place as India's elite in the Taj Mahal Palace hotel, but I have also eaten with orphaned kids striving to make something of themselves at Future Hope. I have been swimming in Water that feels so warm and so clean in Goa, but have gagged at the unidentifiable objects floating in the murky water of the Ganges. This has truly been a trip of contrast.
Patrick
"cheesy Goa pun"
Goa has been an amazing location to finish the tour. As i lie by the pool i forget that i'm actually in India. there are no horns, the smells aren't as smelly and the number of beggars has decreased. I am really starting to miss home because this place feels a lot like New Zealand. i cant wait to get back home.
Ben M
Lord Younis
Young Timothy and I decided we wanted to purchase a tailored shirt on
our last day in Mumbai. Having unsuccessfully asked one shop if they
had superb paisley material, we were nabbed by a runner for another
tailor, telling us to go to his. We followed for what seemed like
hours, down many dark alleys and urine smelling walkways to finally
arrive at a dungeon of sorts. The boss, sorry Lord, of the shop was an
immensely built man, had deeply set eyes and a fresh tattoo of his own
name on his arm. In the shop were the rest of his goons, not speaking
English they simply watched us the whole time as we spluttered our way
through some Masala chai, 'you don't mess with Younis' glared from
their eyes. We could not leave without a purchase. Having given us a
more than generous price of 2500 rupees per shirt, thank you Lord
Younis, oh Great One, we would be nothing without you, your wisdom has
guided us through many a dark time..., he summoned his measure-man via
a phone call and a man arrived within seconds. After a quick shove
against a wall, the tailor took our measurements and barked them to
Younis who wrote them down. We promptly paid half of the total price,
to pay the other half on pick up when we arrive back in Mumbai for the
day (please, oh Train God, do not let our train be cancelled). We then
walked the gauntlet back out the store, with bullet holes being stared
into the back of our head, knowing to escape with our lives was a
success.
NB: Younis was actually very friendly and had made the suit for Ross
Taylor for his wedding, he showed us pictures I'll have you know. He
also loved New Zealand. His shop was also just off the Causeway. There
was no shoving. His employee did also make a delightful chai. But he
definitely, maybe, could've been a gang lord. Possibly. Probably not.
He wasn't.
See you on the 3rd to pick up our goods, Younis <3.
Reuben
our last day in Mumbai. Having unsuccessfully asked one shop if they
had superb paisley material, we were nabbed by a runner for another
tailor, telling us to go to his. We followed for what seemed like
hours, down many dark alleys and urine smelling walkways to finally
arrive at a dungeon of sorts. The boss, sorry Lord, of the shop was an
immensely built man, had deeply set eyes and a fresh tattoo of his own
name on his arm. In the shop were the rest of his goons, not speaking
English they simply watched us the whole time as we spluttered our way
through some Masala chai, 'you don't mess with Younis' glared from
their eyes. We could not leave without a purchase. Having given us a
more than generous price of 2500 rupees per shirt, thank you Lord
Younis, oh Great One, we would be nothing without you, your wisdom has
guided us through many a dark time..., he summoned his measure-man via
a phone call and a man arrived within seconds. After a quick shove
against a wall, the tailor took our measurements and barked them to
Younis who wrote them down. We promptly paid half of the total price,
to pay the other half on pick up when we arrive back in Mumbai for the
day (please, oh Train God, do not let our train be cancelled). We then
walked the gauntlet back out the store, with bullet holes being stared
into the back of our head, knowing to escape with our lives was a
success.
NB: Younis was actually very friendly and had made the suit for Ross
Taylor for his wedding, he showed us pictures I'll have you know. He
also loved New Zealand. His shop was also just off the Causeway. There
was no shoving. His employee did also make a delightful chai. But he
definitely, maybe, could've been a gang lord. Possibly. Probably not.
He wasn't.
See you on the 3rd to pick up our goods, Younis <3.
Reuben
Transparent Paradise
Playing football in the sand, swimming in the sea, feasting upon delicious fish - a much welcomed break from what left myself and many others confused about the kind of place the world really is. Expecting answers was not really a good idea, I found out, as India makes you feel frustrated and leaves you with even more questions.
Goa is a beautiful place. The sand is soft and light; the sea warm and fresh; the food absolutely delicious - there is an air of energy everywhere. Magical, but almost unreal. First impressions? It ain't India. It's too different. But then again, what about the huge differences in wealth of the people in Mumbai? You have people driving flash Audis, or new BMWs. You have us spending lots of money eating waffles and crepes and baby Kingfish. You also have a significant amount of people without food or shelter. The inequality exists, but although it's been discussed heaps amongst ourselves and in debriefs, I still find it hard to accept. It makes enjoying the Goan beaches a bit more difficult, perhaps not in the moment of things, but definitely in the silent hours of the night and morning when thoughts can run wild. Many of the questions asked since the start of the trip remain unanswered.
After many conversations, it seems that the problems in India, at home and in other places in the world all go back to one of the biggest questions I and many others have been asked by India - What are you going to do about it?
But the thing is, I don't know. Many of us don't know. And it sucks.
Ivan
Goa
Goa has given me time to really put two and two together in terms of what I've seen, done and felt over the last 3 weeks. However lying on the beach and bodysurfing with the boys yesterday was tough, in the sense that I just want to be doing the same thing at home in Whangamata. Yet some how it feels like the right place to be right now, along side 21 other brothers in the same position as me, discussing similar views and perspectives on our experience of India.
Sam
Sam
Goa
After the past three weeks of being on a mental and physical roller-coaster, we're all finally in Goa where we can get some much needed rest. In the cities that we've visited, we often went from sombre moments to fits of laughter, and from playing rugby and cricket to throwing up in our hotel room buckets. While it's been an incredible experience, I think we're all at a point (including teachers) where we just want to sit on the beach and do absolutely nothing at all. Which is exactly what I'll be doing five minutes from now. Thank you Goa, for giving us some time off.
Alex
Goaing Home
After three weeks of trying to make the most of what India has to offer, yesterday came as a big contrast to what I'd become used to. Here in Goa there are the obvious differences of (from what we've seen) less poverty, rubbish and polution but it also makes it easier to identify the beach with NZ. So far it feels like the main benefit of Goa is a halfway mark between NZ and India. The beach we're at feels about as western as a third world country can get and so to me it seems like a stepping stone before we see our family and friends in less than a week back home.
Obviously I can't wait to see everyone, drink tap water and end the hounding of stall-owners but at the same time just having an opportunity to just kick back with the guys without any schedule or agenda is a very welcome change to the packed-out, past few weeks we've had. Looking forward to our last few days.
Fletcher
Goa
Arriving in Goa yesterday we headed down to the beach and as I saw the nice soft sand and the waves crashing on the shore I began to feel slightly at home again. But as we headed only 100 or so metres back from the beach I was reminded that I am still in India, as the cars continued to sound their horns and the road sides were still lined with rubbish.
Callum
Callum
"It's like watching paint dry"
I thought Goa was finally going to be an escape from India, where one can relax on the beach, go swimming, order drinks, lie in a hammock and read a book, and all of this was true up to this mornings breakfast. With many of our group excited about having a waffle cafe located next to our restaurant, I arrived at 10.30 and with only 3 other boys in the cafe I placed my order and took a seat. What followed was once again a marvellous demonstration of India's efficiency. With 2 staff behind the counter working tirelessly to get the 5 orders finished it wasn't at all a surprise when i got my waffle at 11.45, an hour and a quarter after my order was placed. Credit must go to the fantastic staff at this place for spending just enough time on each individual waffle to ensure it is of the best quality before being handed over to the eagerly awaiting patrons. I won't go into detail about how they went around achieving this level of speed as im sure there are many cafes and restaurants out there who would love to be able to know the secret behind such a speedy process. I don't know what fletcher was going on about when he commented on their service saying, "It's like watching paint dry".
WilliamFamilies Await Your Safe Return
As of tomorrow I will not have internet connection so this is an early New Year message for you all.
I'm sure that in Goa you will all make good use of the time that is available to reflect on the 'past' experiences in India, understanding that the 'future' will hold many more unanswered questions and realisations. But please make sure that you also enjoy the 'present', a gift of newly acquired knowledge, stronger friendships and worldly insights.
MVP's - Three awards - to the amazing teachers Rachel, Shane, and Ben, who travelled this journey with you and nurtured a sense of family while each of you boys were away from your cherished loved ones.
Thought - We all need change! On Saturday the Editor recognised that his team of young men were physically stuffed upon reaching Goa. Maybe upon his return he will recognise that a change to his daily routine in 2014 is necessary. We must all take R'n'R.
Travel home safely. Best wishes to you all for the New Year.
The Editor's Mother
P.S. Rachael your girls were a delight to be with last Friday. So well adjusted and open to meeting new people, seeing new places and experiencing new things (just like their mum in the past month!). The boys were priviledged to have your company on this tour and now it is nearly time for your return to your family; I know they will be hanging out to see you!!
Eds- A reminder boys . . . even when you're on the other side of the world your mother can still tell you off!
I'm sure that in Goa you will all make good use of the time that is available to reflect on the 'past' experiences in India, understanding that the 'future' will hold many more unanswered questions and realisations. But please make sure that you also enjoy the 'present', a gift of newly acquired knowledge, stronger friendships and worldly insights.
MVP's - Three awards - to the amazing teachers Rachel, Shane, and Ben, who travelled this journey with you and nurtured a sense of family while each of you boys were away from your cherished loved ones.
Thought - We all need change! On Saturday the Editor recognised that his team of young men were physically stuffed upon reaching Goa. Maybe upon his return he will recognise that a change to his daily routine in 2014 is necessary. We must all take R'n'R.
Travel home safely. Best wishes to you all for the New Year.
The Editor's Mother
P.S. Rachael your girls were a delight to be with last Friday. So well adjusted and open to meeting new people, seeing new places and experiencing new things (just like their mum in the past month!). The boys were priviledged to have your company on this tour and now it is nearly time for your return to your family; I know they will be hanging out to see you!!
Eds- A reminder boys . . . even when you're on the other side of the world your mother can still tell you off!
What a Ride
I agree with Kate, we too are feeling quite relaxed knowing you are relaxing in the sun, getting a chance to recover, recuperate and unwind after what has been an epic adventure.
What a ride it has been for us all back here in NZ. Ben, I read your blog last night with almost a sense of loss, no more detailed account of each day as it unfolds . . . What will we do to fill the void?
Mitch I lay on your bed yesterday and tried to imagine sharing a room that size with 9 others, they must have such a sense of community and sacrifice that we could all learn from.
We are now sitting around today at the Mt, (in the rain again), dreaming up menus for New Years celebrations though my mind keeps wandering . . . thinking about how you are all getting on, how much you will have grown from this experience. How lucky you are to have teachers that give so much of themselves to help shape some pretty special boys into young men. This really has been a journey that we've experienced with the help of your words and experiences. Thank you for sharing, it has been totally heartwarming and inspiring.
Looking forward to midnight on the 4th, having you back home and listening to all of your stories.
Chris M xxx
What a ride it has been for us all back here in NZ. Ben, I read your blog last night with almost a sense of loss, no more detailed account of each day as it unfolds . . . What will we do to fill the void?
Mitch I lay on your bed yesterday and tried to imagine sharing a room that size with 9 others, they must have such a sense of community and sacrifice that we could all learn from.
We are now sitting around today at the Mt, (in the rain again), dreaming up menus for New Years celebrations though my mind keeps wandering . . . thinking about how you are all getting on, how much you will have grown from this experience. How lucky you are to have teachers that give so much of themselves to help shape some pretty special boys into young men. This really has been a journey that we've experienced with the help of your words and experiences. Thank you for sharing, it has been totally heartwarming and inspiring.
Looking forward to midnight on the 4th, having you back home and listening to all of your stories.
Chris M xxx
Airport Etiquette
Good morning sleepy-heads.
How does Goa compare to our beaches in NZ? I'm looking left and right up and down the bay but don't see any hair-braiders, masseuses or food vendors so make the most of where you are now! I'm sure you will all enjoy these last few days as you relax, rejuvenate and reflect on the incredible journey you have been on.
We can't wait to see you on the 4th Jan. Nana is coming to the airport Fletch, so pucker up!
Again, thank you to Shame, Rachael and Ben for your care of and commitment to our boys. We are eternally grateful you haven't lost any of them.
The Boswells
How does Goa compare to our beaches in NZ? I'm looking left and right up and down the bay but don't see any hair-braiders, masseuses or food vendors so make the most of where you are now! I'm sure you will all enjoy these last few days as you relax, rejuvenate and reflect on the incredible journey you have been on.
We can't wait to see you on the 4th Jan. Nana is coming to the airport Fletch, so pucker up!
Again, thank you to Shame, Rachael and Ben for your care of and commitment to our boys. We are eternally grateful you haven't lost any of them.
The Boswells
On the Home Leg
Have to say we are quietly relieved that finally Mr Skeen is able to put away the Ritalin and is trying to attempt some well needed R'n'R.
It will be interesting to hear how the celebrations on NYE go, you will all have so much to reflect on it will undoubtedly far more meaningful than the usual pedestrian celebrations we are all used to. Tim you will be devastated to miss the NYE tradition of the delightful family trek up Mt Hobson but on a brighter note some thoughtful soul gave me the boxed DVD set of "The Middle" (your favourite) which I am looking forward to sharing ad nauseum with you. Feeling less apprehensive now that you are all getting a chance to recover physically and emotionally.
Take care
Kate
PS- Tim, Xmas wasn't the same without your terrible jokes and bad singing, two things which you will have undoubtedly made an impression on your poor hosts
It will be interesting to hear how the celebrations on NYE go, you will all have so much to reflect on it will undoubtedly far more meaningful than the usual pedestrian celebrations we are all used to. Tim you will be devastated to miss the NYE tradition of the delightful family trek up Mt Hobson but on a brighter note some thoughtful soul gave me the boxed DVD set of "The Middle" (your favourite) which I am looking forward to sharing ad nauseum with you. Feeling less apprehensive now that you are all getting a chance to recover physically and emotionally.
Take care
Kate
PS- Tim, Xmas wasn't the same without your terrible jokes and bad singing, two things which you will have undoubtedly made an impression on your poor hosts
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Goa
After 3 weeks of constant movement and seeing some amazing things, from the historical Taj Mahal to the slums of Mumbai, Goa comes right at the perfect time. Being able to swim for the first time in several weeks made me realise how much swimming in the ocean was something I truly missed. The chilled atmosphere of the place allows many of the group to reflect on the hectic 3 weeks.
Time seems to have flown by and it feels like we landed into Kolkata only a few days ago. As the trip comes to an end the fatigue is begining to show on some of the boys. However if there is one thing we have learnt on this trip it is that one cannot relax in India, so I look forward to any final surprises.
Manksy
Time seems to have flown by and it feels like we landed into Kolkata only a few days ago. As the trip comes to an end the fatigue is begining to show on some of the boys. However if there is one thing we have learnt on this trip it is that one cannot relax in India, so I look forward to any final surprises.
Manksy
Gone, Going, Goa
Goa has finally arrived. I'm instantly reminded of Tonga with the villa housing and it just seems so different from the rest of India. There are much less comparisons to the other cities including the 25 km powder white beach.
It's such a relief being able to kick our feet up and relax on the beach or by the pool and just soak in everything that we've seen over the past 3 weeks. It's been pretty full on and Goa is just what everyone needs.
It's such a relief being able to kick our feet up and relax on the beach or by the pool and just soak in everything that we've seen over the past 3 weeks. It's been pretty full on and Goa is just what everyone needs.
George Harman
Melbourne to Goa
"G'day" to our intrepid travelling men and their hen mother from the Hodsons in Melbourne.
Sadly we did not witness the much promised English renaissance at the MCG yesterday. After a promising start the tough talking Poms withered under the baking Aussie sun and crumbled in the face of a fearsome spin bowler who bears a passing resemblance to the Editor (one N Lyon). Then it was left up to a slightly geeky looking, slightly too old for this sort of gig, Aussie opener to score a breezy century to make it 4-0. It seems that the English touring party is suffering from homesickness like so many cricketers who have toured this country before them.
We are staying next to the magnificent campus of Melbourne Grammar School (a rather exclusive private college for young men) and so our thoughts frequently turn to how Auckland's finest are spending their final week of immersion in all things Indian - and how we will spend the rest of the summer debriefing and downloading with your most junior tour member.
This tour has been a journey of discovery for so many people - not just the young men and their teachers in India, but for all of us as family members and friends. Thank you Ben, Shane and Rachel for your amazing work and care for our sons. You may not realise how many lives this part of your work touches but the positive ripples are being felt in all sorts of unexpected places. Maybe just not the dressing room of the England XI.
Safe travels,
Nick
Sadly we did not witness the much promised English renaissance at the MCG yesterday. After a promising start the tough talking Poms withered under the baking Aussie sun and crumbled in the face of a fearsome spin bowler who bears a passing resemblance to the Editor (one N Lyon). Then it was left up to a slightly geeky looking, slightly too old for this sort of gig, Aussie opener to score a breezy century to make it 4-0. It seems that the English touring party is suffering from homesickness like so many cricketers who have toured this country before them.
We are staying next to the magnificent campus of Melbourne Grammar School (a rather exclusive private college for young men) and so our thoughts frequently turn to how Auckland's finest are spending their final week of immersion in all things Indian - and how we will spend the rest of the summer debriefing and downloading with your most junior tour member.
This tour has been a journey of discovery for so many people - not just the young men and their teachers in India, but for all of us as family members and friends. Thank you Ben, Shane and Rachel for your amazing work and care for our sons. You may not realise how many lives this part of your work touches but the positive ripples are being felt in all sorts of unexpected places. Maybe just not the dressing room of the England XI.
Safe travels,
Nick
Enjoy the Sun
Hey Lads,
As Skeeno and Jordy Bear will confirm I'm not the best at being expressive without a difficult question from Skeen himself to set me off. So, try to let me off for not being as intense in my writing as the two highly educated superstars below me.
Its been awesome reading your blogs over the past few weeks, the stories have definitely brought back some incredible memories. The friendships you guys have formed in your group seem no less strong than ours were and still are from our time on tour.
Congratulations to you all for putting up with Jonty for almost 4 weeks so far.
Have an awesome time in Goa, pity you don't have Mr McNeil's incredible Karaoke prowess to bring you into the New Year.
See you when you get back to rainy Auckland.
Tim Tolley (India 2011/12)
PS. Jonty- Downton Abbey got pretty intense. Mary has two guys on the go. Don't worry it's saved on our my sky for you.
PPS. Skeen- Please make sure Jonty has the singular hair on his chin plucked before he gets home. Thanks.
PPPS. Jake- I told you so ;)
"Sent from my iPhone" (Skeeno)
As Skeeno and Jordy Bear will confirm I'm not the best at being expressive without a difficult question from Skeen himself to set me off. So, try to let me off for not being as intense in my writing as the two highly educated superstars below me.
Its been awesome reading your blogs over the past few weeks, the stories have definitely brought back some incredible memories. The friendships you guys have formed in your group seem no less strong than ours were and still are from our time on tour.
Congratulations to you all for putting up with Jonty for almost 4 weeks so far.
Have an awesome time in Goa, pity you don't have Mr McNeil's incredible Karaoke prowess to bring you into the New Year.
See you when you get back to rainy Auckland.
Tim Tolley (India 2011/12)
PS. Jonty- Downton Abbey got pretty intense. Mary has two guys on the go. Don't worry it's saved on our my sky for you.
PPS. Skeen- Please make sure Jonty has the singular hair on his chin plucked before he gets home. Thanks.
PPPS. Jake- I told you so ;)
"Sent from my iPhone" (Skeeno)
A New Landscape, A New Set of Objectives
We have made it! This morning we arrived in Goa at 8:45am local time, and we are currently surrounded by sand, sun and surf.
As I type this most of the boys are either kicking a football on the sand outside the shack, or enjoying a swim in the ocean, with cold Cokes having already been consumed. Most importantly, meals have been ordered, including the Editor's favourite at this time of the trip . . . fresh fish!
From the outset it is worth noting why we are here in Goa, and what the next 4 days will entail. We have just completed a fairly extensive chat with the boys, with the following details being relevant to you all as blog followers:
1- Goa is about physical recovery: there are no wake up calls. The boys are free to sleep in, or to get up and then take afternoon siestas; ultimately to do as they please for the majority of the day. The pool is a 20m walk from their bedrooms and the ocean is a 400m walk from hotel's reception area. For the more athletic the beach could also act as a relatively clean running track???
2- Goa is about mental recovery: with so much thinking having occurred over the last 3 weeks, today is the day to completely shut off and simply enjoy the surroundings and friendly banter. Tomorrow, individually, within the company of their peers, and with the staff that they are welcome to approach, questions of how will I explain India to my loved ones back at home, what photos will I show, what stories of personalities will I recount, will begin to be considered
3- Goa is about emotional recovery. The boys have been challenged in the upcoming days to consider what this all means? Where to from here? What have they learnt about themselves? About people? About relationships? About life?
There is no timetable to the next few days. The boys will come and go, rest and reflect, converse at a serious level and also laugh until it hurts.
Yes it is true many have been feeling a deep sense of home sicknesses over the last week or so, but as we keep noting, that is why it is called an immersion programme- it is not meant to be short, easy or without trials. Furthermore, in recent times many have been frustrated, confused, and even angry with this nation. There had been an impression among some of the boys that the longer we stayed in India the clearer their understandings of the world would become- sadly, this was never going to be the case. The longer one spends in this environment the more questions will be unearthed; questions that don't lead to simple answers.
Either today (29th) or tomorrow (30th) all of the boys will blog about their final impressions of Mumbai, or alternatively their first impressions of Goa. Again they will be required to blog on either the 31st or 1st, these entries being the final uploads the boys will do (until their final reflections arrive in my inbox a month after the programme- they will then be published both on this site and in a magazine). As for the Editor, there will be no daily summaries, but rather a brief highlights package of New Years Eve- a night that we are all going to enjoy, in this, the most bizarre of places. Finally the last blog of my personal thoughts, were I will try to make sense of the whole experience from my own experience, will go live on this blog site on the morning of Friday 3 January (NZ time). Therefore in short, keep checking in everyday as the boys will continue to add colour to this blog. Likewise please continue to fire through your impressions of the boys' perceptions/learnings, as they have thoroughly enjoyed your interactions.
Because my contribution on this blog site over the next couple of days will be minimal, can I finally note that our arrival at Colva Beach here in Goa has signalled to everyone that this journey is slowly ending. A hug, a laugh and a tear, just after midnight into the early hours of Jan 5, is not too far away, and will most definitely minimise the immediate feelings of longing for home. We live in a crazy world, yet as New Zealanders we will always connect and find peace with the sun, sand and surf. This place has all of the above, so I sign off wanting you to know that we are well/confused/relaxed/challenged, but most importantly, filled with gratitude.
Ben
As I type this most of the boys are either kicking a football on the sand outside the shack, or enjoying a swim in the ocean, with cold Cokes having already been consumed. Most importantly, meals have been ordered, including the Editor's favourite at this time of the trip . . . fresh fish!
From the outset it is worth noting why we are here in Goa, and what the next 4 days will entail. We have just completed a fairly extensive chat with the boys, with the following details being relevant to you all as blog followers:
1- Goa is about physical recovery: there are no wake up calls. The boys are free to sleep in, or to get up and then take afternoon siestas; ultimately to do as they please for the majority of the day. The pool is a 20m walk from their bedrooms and the ocean is a 400m walk from hotel's reception area. For the more athletic the beach could also act as a relatively clean running track???
2- Goa is about mental recovery: with so much thinking having occurred over the last 3 weeks, today is the day to completely shut off and simply enjoy the surroundings and friendly banter. Tomorrow, individually, within the company of their peers, and with the staff that they are welcome to approach, questions of how will I explain India to my loved ones back at home, what photos will I show, what stories of personalities will I recount, will begin to be considered
3- Goa is about emotional recovery. The boys have been challenged in the upcoming days to consider what this all means? Where to from here? What have they learnt about themselves? About people? About relationships? About life?
There is no timetable to the next few days. The boys will come and go, rest and reflect, converse at a serious level and also laugh until it hurts.
Yes it is true many have been feeling a deep sense of home sicknesses over the last week or so, but as we keep noting, that is why it is called an immersion programme- it is not meant to be short, easy or without trials. Furthermore, in recent times many have been frustrated, confused, and even angry with this nation. There had been an impression among some of the boys that the longer we stayed in India the clearer their understandings of the world would become- sadly, this was never going to be the case. The longer one spends in this environment the more questions will be unearthed; questions that don't lead to simple answers.
Either today (29th) or tomorrow (30th) all of the boys will blog about their final impressions of Mumbai, or alternatively their first impressions of Goa. Again they will be required to blog on either the 31st or 1st, these entries being the final uploads the boys will do (until their final reflections arrive in my inbox a month after the programme- they will then be published both on this site and in a magazine). As for the Editor, there will be no daily summaries, but rather a brief highlights package of New Years Eve- a night that we are all going to enjoy, in this, the most bizarre of places. Finally the last blog of my personal thoughts, were I will try to make sense of the whole experience from my own experience, will go live on this blog site on the morning of Friday 3 January (NZ time). Therefore in short, keep checking in everyday as the boys will continue to add colour to this blog. Likewise please continue to fire through your impressions of the boys' perceptions/learnings, as they have thoroughly enjoyed your interactions.
Because my contribution on this blog site over the next couple of days will be minimal, can I finally note that our arrival at Colva Beach here in Goa has signalled to everyone that this journey is slowly ending. A hug, a laugh and a tear, just after midnight into the early hours of Jan 5, is not too far away, and will most definitely minimise the immediate feelings of longing for home. We live in a crazy world, yet as New Zealanders we will always connect and find peace with the sun, sand and surf. This place has all of the above, so I sign off wanting you to know that we are well/confused/relaxed/challenged, but most importantly, filled with gratitude.
Ben
Saturday, December 28, 2013
An Education on Life
I can't say that we wined today, but we definitely dined. When the boys woke up this morning little did they know that they were in for another set of highs and lows; much of which was deliberately scheduled to throw a final series of daylight experiences at the boys to round off the first 5 legs of the trip. Transitioning now onto Leg 6, we eagerly await an arrival in Goa, with the opportunity to swim in the sea, soak in the sun's rays, and sit with a series of thoughts about what this adventure has all meant.
Tonight's train trip and the thoughts of the looming luxury of Goa couldn't be realised though until the boys lived another day in the real India. Therefore just for you, our loyal readers, this is how they fared:
Saturday 28 December
6:45am- Wake up, wake up, wake up! The boys jump out of bed knowing all too well what is in store for the first two hours this morning (amazing how a treat gets people to do just about anything; even like smiling prior to 7am in this case)
7:10am- Hahahahahahaha. After the mandatory upper body stretches led by some 80 year old male and this mid 60s female companion (what a player that fella must be), we begin laughing. Yes laughing. Like Ho Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha while marching on the spot. Then it's Ho Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha whilst throwing our hands up in the air. Still no idea what I am talking about? . . . Obviously being in Mumbai how can one not partake in the tradition of starting the day at the Mumbai Laughing Club (a club numbering about 7 members in total prior to our arrival). These charming folk meet every morning outside the Gateway of India to 'get their giggle on'. And we were there of course because 'When in Mumbai . . . '
7:30am- Unfortunately we had to leave the laughing just as it was about to get seriously funny. You must understand that as good as the above experience was, we were due for breakfast. Where? Well in remaining true to the mantra 'fake it until you make it' we were accepted into the club of fine diners. The venue- The Taj Hotel (#6 stars, #waterfalls, #men turning taps on for you in the bathrooms and then handing you the towel after you wash, #Rolexs, #swimming pools, #'Good Morning your highness', #thug life over). The buffet breakfast was of course sausages, bacon, eggs, burgers, fruit (what a novel food group), muffins, donuts, cereals, yoghurts, juices, coffees, teas, massages (oops not quite). The total cost per person approx 2400Rp (NZ$43).
8:30am- We return to reality; the Taj experience was successfully over. Maybe we were just full or maybe Mitch ruined everything when he was asked where we were staying only to respond 'The YWCA' - it was at this point you would have assumed the Taj staff were practicing members of the group we had been doing stretches with at 7:10am in the morning as their laughing filled the entire Taj Hotel lobby (and trust us when we say that it isn't a small place to fill)
8:45am- Breakfast was over and we could now focus on showering (this probably should have done prior to heading to the Taj Hotel), packing our bags and possibly even catching another 30 minutes more sleep
10:15am- Check out complete. Mr Jordan assures the Editor that all matters at the YWCA regarding accommodation costs are sorted. Fast forward to few hours later and the Editor is called 5 times to immediately report to the Main Reception. Angry, the Editor sends the Irish Ambassador back, at which point 3 pieces of paper need to be signed and filed so that their company 'policy' can be followed correctly. Why? Because they overcharged us 1 Rupee (1/2 a NZ cent) and needed to reimburse us to prove their effectiveness
10:30am- We depart to the South Mumbai Docks, the workplace of the parents of the Magician Rugby Club. These same rugby players and parents were the ones who hosted us in the slum community on the afternoon of Christmas Day. The smell is overpowering, the sea water is a thick black substance due to a layer of oil, the fisherman's faces looked hardened by the sea breeze, and the industriousness of the women stripping the shrimp is impressive but also demoralising from our perspective. A day on the docks earns these families a wage. Likewise spending 15-20 days at see in a leaky boat (yes a leaky boat) earns a wage. These wages combine to about 10,000 Rp per month per family. This morning we spent 2,500Rp per person on breakfast. The boys come to understand the purpose of the deliberate contrasting- no need for guilt men, just your awareness
12pm- A quick walk and our world is transformed again. This time we are in a school. It is uplifting, inspiring, energetic. The classrooms have children immaculately dressed, with compassionate staff prepared to teach 70 at a time. The children smile; clearly they see themselves as blessed. We are welcomed whole heartedly by the Principal. He has passion, drive, and a vision for the future. He mentions studying is the key for these children to have something more than the occupational distress their parents endure daily on the neighbouring shipping yards. His task is to prepare these students for higher education, but it is more than that; he is providing an Education on Life
1pm- Vijay and Anwar provide an excellent Q&A session on the realities that they face in the communities that they work in. Timeout- to be honest it has been a little remiss of me to not mention what the Magicians Rugby Club does. The Magicians is an offshoot of Magic Bus, a massive NGO in Mumbai. The Magicians, under their voluntary President, Vijay (who has given up paid employment for a 3 year period to dedicate himself totally to the cause), and Secretary, Anwar( also a volunteer), provide opportunities for students to play the sport of rugby. Coupled with this they strongly promote an emphasis on education, basic hygiene teaching and team work. Combined their staff work with approximately 6000 children from slum communities (hence our ability to visit the slum district on Christmas Day, plus the outing to the docks this morning and this school visit). Two massively inspiring gentlemen; a true privilege to reconnect with them
2pm- A quick cab ride and we all re-assemble at the Regal Cinema. The boys are instructed of the parameters to which they can travel, and subsequently head out to eat, shop, and explore
7pm- Everyone returns on time and the bags are collected. Things are running smoothly!
7:30pm- Being slightly ahead of schedule we flick our attention to a couple of Experts in the Field presentations. First, Mitch McLean smashes out a superb summary of the current Indian Political landscape. Then Harison Manks combines his research, with the collection of interesting facts that Sancia had given him yesterday, to provide an excellent overview of Jainism. Legendary stuff guys!
7:45pm- The taxis are loaded; Mumbai CST here we come
8pm- Arrival at the Railway Station (Victoria Terminal). We still have 14 tickets that aren't confirmed for tonight's train departure; no worries, 'Relax and Enjoy Yourself'
10:01pm- The tickets are confirmed for all 25 people. Although paid for and booked 8 months earlier, there is nothing like waiting until one is inside 10 minutes of departure before giving it the 'Ok, Ok, Ok'
10:08pm- Two bloody minutes early, the train takes off two bloody minutes early! Well you truly know how to surprise India
11pm- Most are now asleep. The early start today, and another early wake up to get off the train tomorrow morning has resulted in sensible sleeping decisions being made
So on we roll into the night. Heading deeper south tonight will bring a greater intensity in terms of the physical temperature, but much less heat by way of confrontational sights and smells.
Several of the group have mentioned over the last few days that Mumbai will hold a special place in their memory banks (right up there with Kolkata). You would have to conclude that this sentiment is not surprising considering it has been in Mumbai that we have had the second largest level of interactions with the local communities and NGOs. Isn't it always the case though that the people make the place!
Ben
MVP- Tim Burns. Today during our school visit young Timothy became completely frustrated by his own lack of understanding of the Hindi language (as a side note everyone else in the group has become totally fluent in the Hindi language, especially the conversational aspects of the dialect- "Ok, Ok, Ok, How much my friend?"). Therefore with his patience past breaking point, young Tim stood nervously in front of a classroom of 30+ students, where the Headmaster was formally introducing our group to a cohort of respectful Indian students (it would be funny to know what the students thought as they looked up in amazement at us, the Pakeha giants). Anyway, what happened next was quite shocking. Tim lost it completely and began belting out the New Zealand national anthem at the top of his vocal range, possibly in the hope of 'removing the uncomfortableness'. Consequently, on one hand he receives this award as an outcome of the nerve he showed, yet on the other hand he has been fined for not commencing our anthem in Te Reo like one would expect from an upstanding New Zealand citizen.
Thought- We all need change. Tonight as we boarded the train I looked around and saw drained faces. Physically our team is stuffed. Thankfully though a change is on it's way, with the new location of Goa set to be a welcome respite. Yet, if our change of location hadn't been scheduled would the boys have been aware of their own current energy levels? How often in life do each of us plough on and decide not to recognise a change to our daily reality/routine is in order? How often do we stand in the same spot for an unhealthy length of time and pretend that change isn't necessary?
Tonight's train trip and the thoughts of the looming luxury of Goa couldn't be realised though until the boys lived another day in the real India. Therefore just for you, our loyal readers, this is how they fared:
Saturday 28 December
6:45am- Wake up, wake up, wake up! The boys jump out of bed knowing all too well what is in store for the first two hours this morning (amazing how a treat gets people to do just about anything; even like smiling prior to 7am in this case)
7:10am- Hahahahahahaha. After the mandatory upper body stretches led by some 80 year old male and this mid 60s female companion (what a player that fella must be), we begin laughing. Yes laughing. Like Ho Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha while marching on the spot. Then it's Ho Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha whilst throwing our hands up in the air. Still no idea what I am talking about? . . . Obviously being in Mumbai how can one not partake in the tradition of starting the day at the Mumbai Laughing Club (a club numbering about 7 members in total prior to our arrival). These charming folk meet every morning outside the Gateway of India to 'get their giggle on'. And we were there of course because 'When in Mumbai . . . '
7:30am- Unfortunately we had to leave the laughing just as it was about to get seriously funny. You must understand that as good as the above experience was, we were due for breakfast. Where? Well in remaining true to the mantra 'fake it until you make it' we were accepted into the club of fine diners. The venue- The Taj Hotel (#6 stars, #waterfalls, #men turning taps on for you in the bathrooms and then handing you the towel after you wash, #Rolexs, #swimming pools, #'Good Morning your highness', #thug life over). The buffet breakfast was of course sausages, bacon, eggs, burgers, fruit (what a novel food group), muffins, donuts, cereals, yoghurts, juices, coffees, teas, massages (oops not quite). The total cost per person approx 2400Rp (NZ$43).
8:30am- We return to reality; the Taj experience was successfully over. Maybe we were just full or maybe Mitch ruined everything when he was asked where we were staying only to respond 'The YWCA' - it was at this point you would have assumed the Taj staff were practicing members of the group we had been doing stretches with at 7:10am in the morning as their laughing filled the entire Taj Hotel lobby (and trust us when we say that it isn't a small place to fill)
8:45am- Breakfast was over and we could now focus on showering (this probably should have done prior to heading to the Taj Hotel), packing our bags and possibly even catching another 30 minutes more sleep
10:15am- Check out complete. Mr Jordan assures the Editor that all matters at the YWCA regarding accommodation costs are sorted. Fast forward to few hours later and the Editor is called 5 times to immediately report to the Main Reception. Angry, the Editor sends the Irish Ambassador back, at which point 3 pieces of paper need to be signed and filed so that their company 'policy' can be followed correctly. Why? Because they overcharged us 1 Rupee (1/2 a NZ cent) and needed to reimburse us to prove their effectiveness
10:30am- We depart to the South Mumbai Docks, the workplace of the parents of the Magician Rugby Club. These same rugby players and parents were the ones who hosted us in the slum community on the afternoon of Christmas Day. The smell is overpowering, the sea water is a thick black substance due to a layer of oil, the fisherman's faces looked hardened by the sea breeze, and the industriousness of the women stripping the shrimp is impressive but also demoralising from our perspective. A day on the docks earns these families a wage. Likewise spending 15-20 days at see in a leaky boat (yes a leaky boat) earns a wage. These wages combine to about 10,000 Rp per month per family. This morning we spent 2,500Rp per person on breakfast. The boys come to understand the purpose of the deliberate contrasting- no need for guilt men, just your awareness
12pm- A quick walk and our world is transformed again. This time we are in a school. It is uplifting, inspiring, energetic. The classrooms have children immaculately dressed, with compassionate staff prepared to teach 70 at a time. The children smile; clearly they see themselves as blessed. We are welcomed whole heartedly by the Principal. He has passion, drive, and a vision for the future. He mentions studying is the key for these children to have something more than the occupational distress their parents endure daily on the neighbouring shipping yards. His task is to prepare these students for higher education, but it is more than that; he is providing an Education on Life
1pm- Vijay and Anwar provide an excellent Q&A session on the realities that they face in the communities that they work in. Timeout- to be honest it has been a little remiss of me to not mention what the Magicians Rugby Club does. The Magicians is an offshoot of Magic Bus, a massive NGO in Mumbai. The Magicians, under their voluntary President, Vijay (who has given up paid employment for a 3 year period to dedicate himself totally to the cause), and Secretary, Anwar( also a volunteer), provide opportunities for students to play the sport of rugby. Coupled with this they strongly promote an emphasis on education, basic hygiene teaching and team work. Combined their staff work with approximately 6000 children from slum communities (hence our ability to visit the slum district on Christmas Day, plus the outing to the docks this morning and this school visit). Two massively inspiring gentlemen; a true privilege to reconnect with them
2pm- A quick cab ride and we all re-assemble at the Regal Cinema. The boys are instructed of the parameters to which they can travel, and subsequently head out to eat, shop, and explore
7pm- Everyone returns on time and the bags are collected. Things are running smoothly!
7:30pm- Being slightly ahead of schedule we flick our attention to a couple of Experts in the Field presentations. First, Mitch McLean smashes out a superb summary of the current Indian Political landscape. Then Harison Manks combines his research, with the collection of interesting facts that Sancia had given him yesterday, to provide an excellent overview of Jainism. Legendary stuff guys!
7:45pm- The taxis are loaded; Mumbai CST here we come
8pm- Arrival at the Railway Station (Victoria Terminal). We still have 14 tickets that aren't confirmed for tonight's train departure; no worries, 'Relax and Enjoy Yourself'
10:01pm- The tickets are confirmed for all 25 people. Although paid for and booked 8 months earlier, there is nothing like waiting until one is inside 10 minutes of departure before giving it the 'Ok, Ok, Ok'
10:08pm- Two bloody minutes early, the train takes off two bloody minutes early! Well you truly know how to surprise India
11pm- Most are now asleep. The early start today, and another early wake up to get off the train tomorrow morning has resulted in sensible sleeping decisions being made
So on we roll into the night. Heading deeper south tonight will bring a greater intensity in terms of the physical temperature, but much less heat by way of confrontational sights and smells.
Several of the group have mentioned over the last few days that Mumbai will hold a special place in their memory banks (right up there with Kolkata). You would have to conclude that this sentiment is not surprising considering it has been in Mumbai that we have had the second largest level of interactions with the local communities and NGOs. Isn't it always the case though that the people make the place!
Ben
MVP- Tim Burns. Today during our school visit young Timothy became completely frustrated by his own lack of understanding of the Hindi language (as a side note everyone else in the group has become totally fluent in the Hindi language, especially the conversational aspects of the dialect- "Ok, Ok, Ok, How much my friend?"). Therefore with his patience past breaking point, young Tim stood nervously in front of a classroom of 30+ students, where the Headmaster was formally introducing our group to a cohort of respectful Indian students (it would be funny to know what the students thought as they looked up in amazement at us, the Pakeha giants). Anyway, what happened next was quite shocking. Tim lost it completely and began belting out the New Zealand national anthem at the top of his vocal range, possibly in the hope of 'removing the uncomfortableness'. Consequently, on one hand he receives this award as an outcome of the nerve he showed, yet on the other hand he has been fined for not commencing our anthem in Te Reo like one would expect from an upstanding New Zealand citizen.
Thought- We all need change. Tonight as we boarded the train I looked around and saw drained faces. Physically our team is stuffed. Thankfully though a change is on it's way, with the new location of Goa set to be a welcome respite. Yet, if our change of location hadn't been scheduled would the boys have been aware of their own current energy levels? How often in life do each of us plough on and decide not to recognise a change to our daily reality/routine is in order? How often do we stand in the same spot for an unhealthy length of time and pretend that change isn't necessary?
Recalling the Wonder
Over the past couple of days I've been battling with a tummy bug. Obviously, this is not an enjoyable experience, as the majority of you will attest to, but, looking on the bright side, it made me think of you guys again - as, without internet, I had to take a hiatus from reading the blog.
Anyway, my stomach made me compare my situation to yours. While I lay on the couch in front of a beautiful summer's day, I asked myself: where would I rather be? Here, or there?
Quite obviously, the answer is there. In India, you are confronting pain. Discomfort surrounds you. Desperation and squalor become commonplace so much so that, as many of you have mentioned, beggars and streetchildren and the like hardly get a second look. Some may say that this is an ugly atmosphere. However, I would contend that below the surface, such a picture holds beautiful value.
India taught me that the world is based on relativities. Emotions, values, experiences, etc. are based on comparisons. Having witnessed the scenes of desperation, squalor, poverty that surround you, you attain an incredible gratitude for the hand you have been dealt. How lucky are we to have grown up in Central Auckland, in comfort and immersed in opportunity when people who are our equals have been subjected to such an unfair fate. How insignificant is one's upset stomach when compared with the malnutrition and starvation of so many worldwide. Yet, how difficult is it for us to really appreciate this while tucked away in the comfort of a New Zealand summer?
It has struck me that many of Mr Skeen's 'Thoughts' at the end of his daily blogs are actually questions. As many of you have relayed, India leaves you with more questions than answers, but that is its beauty. Where else would you ask yourself: Who deals the cards? What can I do? How does this all fit together and function? What is the 'right way' to do things? etc. etc. the list goes on forever.
As you begin your time of rest, relaxation, and reflection in Goa, the questions will pile up and the number of answers will pail in comparison. But, hey, 'that's okay.' If we knew all the answers, life would be pretty boring.
Off to enjoy New Years in the Bay of Islands, with far less sexual harassment than you will experience, hopefully.
Tom Rapson
2011/2012 Tour Member
PS I have read every single one of your blogs - even the parents (I don't know why, I'm addicted!) They are incredible. Thank you for taking me back to a place I hold really dear.
The Twenty-fifth of December
I was quite surprised to find that my last blog was in fact while we were still in Jaipur; so much has happened since then, and I really don't know where to start. I have enjoyed Mumbai thus far, but whilst I am still keen for each day and the experiences it will bring, I have also found myself ticking off each night in the hotel; one less till Goa and in turn my bed at home in Epsom. While a few of us were having lunch at Cafe Mondegar yesterday, the Blackcaps ODI match was being screened on the TV. It seemed that the Sky TV operators knew where we were and what we were experiencing as close-ups of Mt Eden, the Sky Tower, harbour bridge and various panoramas of the city flashed before our eyes.
I must admit I had a few tinges of homesickness then.
But these tinges have never been long-lasting, or big enough to effect me in any hugely profound way.
The twenty-fifth of December was an interesting day. Because it was exactly that: the twenty-fifth of December. Christmas has not come yet, and won't for another year. Secret Santa was a lot of fun, and reading letters from home and hearing the voices of family again were very special moments, but this was not because they occurred on Christmas day. Rather, it was because we are in India, because we have spent so long away from home that we felt the feelings we did on that day. When we visited the slum in the evening, it seemed as though we had stepped into another world, but for the individuals whose time in the slums is a daily reality it was just another night.
I must admit I had a few tinges of homesickness then.
But these tinges have never been long-lasting, or big enough to effect me in any hugely profound way.
The twenty-fifth of December was an interesting day. Because it was exactly that: the twenty-fifth of December. Christmas has not come yet, and won't for another year. Secret Santa was a lot of fun, and reading letters from home and hearing the voices of family again were very special moments, but this was not because they occurred on Christmas day. Rather, it was because we are in India, because we have spent so long away from home that we felt the feelings we did on that day. When we visited the slum in the evening, it seemed as though we had stepped into another world, but for the individuals whose time in the slums is a daily reality it was just another night.
In my last debrief with Mr Skeen, where we discussed what signified the transition between boyhood and manhood, we attempted to define what it means to be a 'man'. Each person had their own definition, and a poem we read put many of the different attributes of 'manliness' we had mentioned into a very complete summary. Mr Skeen suggested that we cannot claim to be a man until we reach the day of our death, and we look back on life with a sense of peace, and acceptance of all our shortcomings. Others disagreed, and said that we become a man when we realise that life is about more than just ourselves; this is similar to what I first thought. But what I then realised is that because each of us define being a 'man' in our own unique way, we only ever reach manhood when we achieve what we perceive it to be in our own individual lives. That is, if you define manliness as Mr skeen does, it is only possible to achieve THAT form at the end of your life.
All this highlighted to me that we often feel the need to define a wide range of characteristics or views under one banner or word, such as 'man'. Another example is with 'religion'. We shorten and dumb down what can only be expressed in many words into one word. This then, I feel, creates needless boundaries that only confuse us more; as though you can only be one or the other, boy or man, religious or non-religious. Likewise, in Western culture we often feel the need to mark important historical events on a particular day. I very much doubt that Christ was born on the 25th of December, but it was a hugely significant event, so we feel the need to mark its occasion on a particular day. Even events such as Waitangi Day, which definitely occurred on the 6th of February, represent a lot more than just a few men signing a piece of paper. It represents the birth of a nation, and we chose that day to celebrate it.
Christmas Day for me represents a lot more than just Santa and presents. Which is why I feel like I haven't had Christmas yet; the day has passed, but it was so different that I barely had time to process what that day meant for me.
It was just the 25th of December.
Chris (apologies for the essay)
An Open Mind
Kia ora,
I've been following this blog with avid interest, living vicariously behind this computer screen, hot chai latte in hand, as thoughts of our India experience two years ago come rolling in. A memory that sticks with me till today was the Secret Santa presents, of which Will Porter was accorded with the most prestigious one humanity ever witnessed (must ask Skeeno or ShaneTrain).
I also remember that when our time in Mumbai ticked round, we as a group began to form those emotional barricades, those barriers from the frenzy and extreme inequities that Mumbai espouses. Only being penetrated by further challenges abetted this hibernation from what was becoming a taxing and mentally exhausting country.
But what really helped was keeping an open mind. People may tell you the whole story (or what apparently is the whole story), exacerbate things and discourage you from doing things which they've done before. But how do you really 'know' something until you've tried it yourself? There is not a shred of doubt that you shouldn't try everything for the first time, but when you are immersed in a (relatively) safe environment in which you might begin to discover, challenge and sit on your identity, values and everyday attitudes of life, then don't let others' predispositions and thoughts overwhelm your own. This experience is a personal one, but one which is only as personal as you make it. Listen to your thoughts and most of all keep an open mind.
While the India experience might conclude soon in its administrative form, the journey that India symbolises has only begun.
Enjoy Goa, happy New Year, and safe travels to all,
Henry Yuen, AGS India Immersion Programme 2011-2012
I've been following this blog with avid interest, living vicariously behind this computer screen, hot chai latte in hand, as thoughts of our India experience two years ago come rolling in. A memory that sticks with me till today was the Secret Santa presents, of which Will Porter was accorded with the most prestigious one humanity ever witnessed (must ask Skeeno or ShaneTrain).
I also remember that when our time in Mumbai ticked round, we as a group began to form those emotional barricades, those barriers from the frenzy and extreme inequities that Mumbai espouses. Only being penetrated by further challenges abetted this hibernation from what was becoming a taxing and mentally exhausting country.
But what really helped was keeping an open mind. People may tell you the whole story (or what apparently is the whole story), exacerbate things and discourage you from doing things which they've done before. But how do you really 'know' something until you've tried it yourself? There is not a shred of doubt that you shouldn't try everything for the first time, but when you are immersed in a (relatively) safe environment in which you might begin to discover, challenge and sit on your identity, values and everyday attitudes of life, then don't let others' predispositions and thoughts overwhelm your own. This experience is a personal one, but one which is only as personal as you make it. Listen to your thoughts and most of all keep an open mind.
While the India experience might conclude soon in its administrative form, the journey that India symbolises has only begun.
Enjoy Goa, happy New Year, and safe travels to all,
Henry Yuen, AGS India Immersion Programme 2011-2012
A Blog From Nan
To Hamish from
It has been wonderful to hear all the news from you and the boys and a special "Thank You" to Mr Skeen for the effort he has put into his reports for all of us back home to follow.
Yes, it was a 'full flip' for you after questioning Mum & I as to the reasons we both love
Sorry but it's too late to wish you all a merry Christmas – but we wish you and all the other kiwi travelers a great new year which will be one you will always remember and we will be looking forward to hearing about your experiences when you get home.
Take care and enjoy the wonderful experiences you have been fortunate to participate in. Once again, a big thank you to the adults who have been caring for you whilst so far from home.
Love from Nan XXX
Friday, December 27, 2013
Dirty Politics
"We are the greatest democracy on earth" - welcome to some of the opening words Sancia Sequeira, our super tour guide used as she welcomed our AGS crew to a tour of the wider Mumbai surroundings. Today in the casual 28 degree heat we were treated to Sancia, a walking encyclopaedia, and with her knowledge she transformed our complex questions regarding Indian customs and societal structures in simple answers.
In the aftermath of yesterday's movie, an event at which Miss Candy was brought to such fits of uncontrollable laughter that she had to self administer an asthma inhaler, today was going to take a little while for the boys to get into. Some attempted to duck for cover, under the banner of being 'sick' (which Hugo Stewart managed to pull with such dramatic integrity that he was allowed to recover in bed- only to be caught out as having posted on the blog in a computer booth 45 minutes after our departure- fair play that man), while others fronted physically but were somewhat distant mentally. This is all totally expected though as it has been a massive effort for the boys to get this far and the fact that this time tomorrow we will be asleep on a train to Goa points to nature in which the programme has been organised to be confronting by then calming. But that is tomorrow; this is what happened today:
Friday 27 December
7:30am- With a tour set to start 90 minutes later, most deny the urge to sleep for longer and instead head down to grab breakfast in the hotel dining room.
9am- We all depart on a bus tour of Mumbai. This was more than sightseeing; with the most insightful of guides (it was so wonderful to have you lead our group again Sancia) we moved throughout the city jumping on and off at various locations in an attempt to understand how a city of 20+ million people operates. Highlights of the tour included Chowpatty Beach, a Jain Temple, The Hanging Gardens, the Towers of Silence, the Dhobi Ghat, and the Crawford Market. The 'Supreme' highlights included the Ravi Community and the Mani Bhavan Gandhi Sangrahalaya Museum. A brief description of each goes as follows:
Chowpatty Beach- the Mission Bay of Mumbai (you would absolutely never swim there though)
Jain Temple- the Jain religion is an offshoot of Hinduism. They have traditionally owned the entire Indian diamond jewels industry and are widely admired for their philanthropy work
The Hanging Gardens- sitting on top of a hill in the plush suburbs, the gardens actually form the top layer of a large water supply that pumps out this priceless commodity to ensure 20+ million complete all of their daily chores that require the use of water
The Towers of Silence- the Parsi religion bury their dead on the top of two large concrete vats, where the bodies are devoured by the vultures, thus allowing the bones to fall through the grating to the calcium that is contained below (interestingly, with the population of vultures dying out in Mumbai, this centuries old tradition has had to be abandoned in the last 12 months, substituted by cremations instead- and so an entire religion has to shift its fundamental rules)
The Dhobi Ghat- the power of people and water collide here in the central place for laundry services. Mountains of clothes are washed and pressed in this thriving ghat
The Crawford Market- the chaotic hub of fresh food and veg for Mumbai Central
Ravi Community- the largest slum in all of Mumbai (the boys were gripped by the imagery; after all Slum Dog Millionaire has filmed here). We spent over 1 hour walking within the community admiring the industriousness of its inhabitants. This slum location is the hub of the Mumbai recycling machine with anything from fragments of wood, to plastic bottles, to cloth, being munched up and formulated into new useful commodities. We also managed to take in the pottery district at the same time where the crafts were of the highest quality. In all, Sancia kept emphasising that these are all skilled labourers; they may be dealing with what looks like scraps to us but what they do with them is meaningful employment, a paid wage, and thus a social status. Quite inspiring to say the least
Mani Bhavan Gandhi Sangrahalaya Museum- the home base for Gandhi during the years he spent in Mumbai. Here the boys searched the archives, downloaded into their own memory banks the story of this hugely influential man, and were left considering how powerful an individual can be who has a passion. Many of the quotes were so incredibly profound, i.e. 'There are moments in life where you must act, even if you cannot carry your best friends with you. The still small voice within you must always be the final arbiter when there is a conflict of duty'
1:30pm- We arrive back at the YWCA knackered but content with the huge body of knowledge and sights that we were able to witness. Confronted with such contrasts we head to lunch to debate whether there is any difference between India's richest man who has a 27 storey building exclusively for the 5 members of his family (right next to a slum) versus our own economic advantages back in NZ
2:45pm- Power naps are taken as we are now inside 90 minutes until NZ vs India in cricket and football fixtures at the Oval Maidan
4pm- game on! Patrick Jung looks all fired up to send the ball out of the park before departing himself with an innings total of zero. It must be noted Miss Candy joined a female game of cricket running parallel to us (Hamish Fox was even invited to attend as an outcome of his cute girlish looks according to the ladies present)
6pm- Having completed a clean sweep of the fixtures on offer (a rarity) the AGS boys shower up whilst Mr Jordan yells profanities at our Magician Rugby Club friends as we leave (some people just don't know how to win graciously)
6:30pm- 'Mean feeds' are had at Cafe Mondegard on the Colaba Causeway. The vibe is massively positive, but how can it not be when a juke box is belting out classics in the restaurant at volume levels which create no chance for conversation. If note George Helsby nails the words to American Pie and then fights Ben Toogood to get out the verses of We Didn't Start the Fire in a more coherent manner than Billy Joel could ever do
8:15pm- Debrief commences. The topic tonight comes in the form of an analogy. Life simply is a game; a game of football (soccer). Consider all of the personnel that are required to showcase the beautiful game in a professional stadium environment (the players, coaches, commentators, owners, fans, broadcasters, food stall vendors, etc). The boys were asked to associate themselves with one of these characters and explain how this link plays out with respect to their time in India i.e. I'm a rookie player in the midfield trying to attack (enjoy the experience) whilst also defending (being freaked out by the challenges), or I'm a fan who just arrived at a new stadium which doesn't resemble any place I've ever watched the game at before and it is so different that I don't know if I understand the rules anymore. The sharing was propounding deep and well considered
10:30pm- Lights Out (most are sound asleep already when checked on by the Captain Jordy
In a few hours time the boys will be treated to one final day in Mumbai prior to moving further down the coast to see in the New Year. Goa promises to shift our collective concentration to rest, relaxation and reflection- all massively important focuses at this end of our journey. In the meantime a visit to the shipping docks tomorrow may just throw the team off wanting to eat fish in Goa. We will just have to wait and see . . .
Ben
MVP- Jake Robson. Today young Jake was caught out. In advance it would be fair to say Jake likes to dabble in the frequent hugging of his touring companions, but today's revelation takes it one step further. Mr Jordan, in his infinite wisdom, had negotiated with the YWCA staff to have 2 boys to a room, each on single beds. There were however two rooms with three single beds able to be allocated for groups of 3 (all pretty straight forward so far). Asked this morning by the Editor how he slept, Jake simply concluded "it was wonderful". The Editor then went onto to merely ask whether it was perhaps the settled temperature, or the buzz of watching the quality movie Dhoom 3, or maybe even the long walk earlier yesterday morning that had been the key driving factor in such a top class sleep. At this point Jake replies "nah, I just suggested to the other two guys in the room that we should rearrange things so that we had one big triple bed, it's all about keeping together sir". Enough said, honourable winner.
Thought- It's time for accountability. Today our wonderful guide spoke about the Indian political system. At this point in time an Indian MP is provided with two cars (and drivers), free 'immediate family' 1st class domestic train travel, free phone calls, and finally, the staggering benefit of free international air travel (oh yeah and domestic flights as well- but that's a little irrelevant in the big scheme of things). I say staggering though as the free flights are not only for the MP, but a further 45 members of their wider family. The total cost per MP per annum is anywhere between $US 2-5 million to the Indian citizens when the above perks are taken into account. Add to this the fact many of them don't front to their daily political engagements/responsibilities in the House, and clearly it is shockingly evident that an environment of zero accountability exists. Furthermore, consider that if a law against corruption in Indian politics (which unsurprisingly is being stone walled by these very same individuals at present) was passed, it would result in 70% of the MPs being sent to jail on rather serious charges. Until recently the locals have been so disenchanted by the politics they haven't bothered to speak or act. We were told today by Sancia that the climate is changing though and before long someone might be held accountable. Wouldn't that be nice?
In the aftermath of yesterday's movie, an event at which Miss Candy was brought to such fits of uncontrollable laughter that she had to self administer an asthma inhaler, today was going to take a little while for the boys to get into. Some attempted to duck for cover, under the banner of being 'sick' (which Hugo Stewart managed to pull with such dramatic integrity that he was allowed to recover in bed- only to be caught out as having posted on the blog in a computer booth 45 minutes after our departure- fair play that man), while others fronted physically but were somewhat distant mentally. This is all totally expected though as it has been a massive effort for the boys to get this far and the fact that this time tomorrow we will be asleep on a train to Goa points to nature in which the programme has been organised to be confronting by then calming. But that is tomorrow; this is what happened today:
Friday 27 December
7:30am- With a tour set to start 90 minutes later, most deny the urge to sleep for longer and instead head down to grab breakfast in the hotel dining room.
9am- We all depart on a bus tour of Mumbai. This was more than sightseeing; with the most insightful of guides (it was so wonderful to have you lead our group again Sancia) we moved throughout the city jumping on and off at various locations in an attempt to understand how a city of 20+ million people operates. Highlights of the tour included Chowpatty Beach, a Jain Temple, The Hanging Gardens, the Towers of Silence, the Dhobi Ghat, and the Crawford Market. The 'Supreme' highlights included the Ravi Community and the Mani Bhavan Gandhi Sangrahalaya Museum. A brief description of each goes as follows:
Chowpatty Beach- the Mission Bay of Mumbai (you would absolutely never swim there though)
Jain Temple- the Jain religion is an offshoot of Hinduism. They have traditionally owned the entire Indian diamond jewels industry and are widely admired for their philanthropy work
The Hanging Gardens- sitting on top of a hill in the plush suburbs, the gardens actually form the top layer of a large water supply that pumps out this priceless commodity to ensure 20+ million complete all of their daily chores that require the use of water
The Towers of Silence- the Parsi religion bury their dead on the top of two large concrete vats, where the bodies are devoured by the vultures, thus allowing the bones to fall through the grating to the calcium that is contained below (interestingly, with the population of vultures dying out in Mumbai, this centuries old tradition has had to be abandoned in the last 12 months, substituted by cremations instead- and so an entire religion has to shift its fundamental rules)
The Dhobi Ghat- the power of people and water collide here in the central place for laundry services. Mountains of clothes are washed and pressed in this thriving ghat
The Crawford Market- the chaotic hub of fresh food and veg for Mumbai Central
Ravi Community- the largest slum in all of Mumbai (the boys were gripped by the imagery; after all Slum Dog Millionaire has filmed here). We spent over 1 hour walking within the community admiring the industriousness of its inhabitants. This slum location is the hub of the Mumbai recycling machine with anything from fragments of wood, to plastic bottles, to cloth, being munched up and formulated into new useful commodities. We also managed to take in the pottery district at the same time where the crafts were of the highest quality. In all, Sancia kept emphasising that these are all skilled labourers; they may be dealing with what looks like scraps to us but what they do with them is meaningful employment, a paid wage, and thus a social status. Quite inspiring to say the least
Mani Bhavan Gandhi Sangrahalaya Museum- the home base for Gandhi during the years he spent in Mumbai. Here the boys searched the archives, downloaded into their own memory banks the story of this hugely influential man, and were left considering how powerful an individual can be who has a passion. Many of the quotes were so incredibly profound, i.e. 'There are moments in life where you must act, even if you cannot carry your best friends with you. The still small voice within you must always be the final arbiter when there is a conflict of duty'
1:30pm- We arrive back at the YWCA knackered but content with the huge body of knowledge and sights that we were able to witness. Confronted with such contrasts we head to lunch to debate whether there is any difference between India's richest man who has a 27 storey building exclusively for the 5 members of his family (right next to a slum) versus our own economic advantages back in NZ
2:45pm- Power naps are taken as we are now inside 90 minutes until NZ vs India in cricket and football fixtures at the Oval Maidan
4pm- game on! Patrick Jung looks all fired up to send the ball out of the park before departing himself with an innings total of zero. It must be noted Miss Candy joined a female game of cricket running parallel to us (Hamish Fox was even invited to attend as an outcome of his cute girlish looks according to the ladies present)
6pm- Having completed a clean sweep of the fixtures on offer (a rarity) the AGS boys shower up whilst Mr Jordan yells profanities at our Magician Rugby Club friends as we leave (some people just don't know how to win graciously)
6:30pm- 'Mean feeds' are had at Cafe Mondegard on the Colaba Causeway. The vibe is massively positive, but how can it not be when a juke box is belting out classics in the restaurant at volume levels which create no chance for conversation. If note George Helsby nails the words to American Pie and then fights Ben Toogood to get out the verses of We Didn't Start the Fire in a more coherent manner than Billy Joel could ever do
8:15pm- Debrief commences. The topic tonight comes in the form of an analogy. Life simply is a game; a game of football (soccer). Consider all of the personnel that are required to showcase the beautiful game in a professional stadium environment (the players, coaches, commentators, owners, fans, broadcasters, food stall vendors, etc). The boys were asked to associate themselves with one of these characters and explain how this link plays out with respect to their time in India i.e. I'm a rookie player in the midfield trying to attack (enjoy the experience) whilst also defending (being freaked out by the challenges), or I'm a fan who just arrived at a new stadium which doesn't resemble any place I've ever watched the game at before and it is so different that I don't know if I understand the rules anymore. The sharing was propounding deep and well considered
10:30pm- Lights Out (most are sound asleep already when checked on by the Captain Jordy
In a few hours time the boys will be treated to one final day in Mumbai prior to moving further down the coast to see in the New Year. Goa promises to shift our collective concentration to rest, relaxation and reflection- all massively important focuses at this end of our journey. In the meantime a visit to the shipping docks tomorrow may just throw the team off wanting to eat fish in Goa. We will just have to wait and see . . .
Ben
MVP- Jake Robson. Today young Jake was caught out. In advance it would be fair to say Jake likes to dabble in the frequent hugging of his touring companions, but today's revelation takes it one step further. Mr Jordan, in his infinite wisdom, had negotiated with the YWCA staff to have 2 boys to a room, each on single beds. There were however two rooms with three single beds able to be allocated for groups of 3 (all pretty straight forward so far). Asked this morning by the Editor how he slept, Jake simply concluded "it was wonderful". The Editor then went onto to merely ask whether it was perhaps the settled temperature, or the buzz of watching the quality movie Dhoom 3, or maybe even the long walk earlier yesterday morning that had been the key driving factor in such a top class sleep. At this point Jake replies "nah, I just suggested to the other two guys in the room that we should rearrange things so that we had one big triple bed, it's all about keeping together sir". Enough said, honourable winner.
Thought- It's time for accountability. Today our wonderful guide spoke about the Indian political system. At this point in time an Indian MP is provided with two cars (and drivers), free 'immediate family' 1st class domestic train travel, free phone calls, and finally, the staggering benefit of free international air travel (oh yeah and domestic flights as well- but that's a little irrelevant in the big scheme of things). I say staggering though as the free flights are not only for the MP, but a further 45 members of their wider family. The total cost per MP per annum is anywhere between $US 2-5 million to the Indian citizens when the above perks are taken into account. Add to this the fact many of them don't front to their daily political engagements/responsibilities in the House, and clearly it is shockingly evident that an environment of zero accountability exists. Furthermore, consider that if a law against corruption in Indian politics (which unsurprisingly is being stone walled by these very same individuals at present) was passed, it would result in 70% of the MPs being sent to jail on rather serious charges. Until recently the locals have been so disenchanted by the politics they haven't bothered to speak or act. We were told today by Sancia that the climate is changing though and before long someone might be held accountable. Wouldn't that be nice?
Crammed
Christmas Day was so full of differing activities and was definitely an unforgettable one for me. The crammed train ride where I felt sorry for myself that I was in a small room with 6 others in a bed where my head practically touched the roof when I lay down was completely contrasted by the crammed living conditions that we encountered when we visited the slum that evening. The train would seem extremely comfortable compared to the rooms the size of my bed that 8 people had to sleep in, cook in and clean themselves in. The slum was a real eye opener for me and I am still in disbelief that people can live seemingly happy in those conditions.
Mitch
Mitch
A more serious blog
The last few days have been a bit of a roller coaster but with more ups than downs. After tonight's debrief I am full of analogies.
Christmas was one to remember as we visited a slum where a family of 10 would have to fit into a room the size of my bed. Just being in there made me realise how fortunate I am. However, I didn't feel particularly sorry for them because they obviously weren't sorry for themselves so why should we be? In fact they were full of smiles and being around all their friends and family everyday, having their passion of rugby and cricket which they played constantly was really cool to see. Explanations.
Its hard to imagine how life is going to be when we arrive back home, kind of like how it was hard to imagine what India would be like. And I think it will be similar again in the way that it will also be a "culture shock", because of how used to the Indian culture we have become.
Also I would like to mention how hard (for me at least) it will be to explain our experiences, and self discoveries. So to the people that want to know how the trip was or what our experiences were like, I wouldn't be able to give answer that explains the depth of our adventure. It is truly something that words cannot describe. So to Mum and Dad, and anyone else that asks how my journey was, be warned that I might not be able to give you a full answer, or an answer that does our experiences any justice. And I guess this is a shame, but it also is not in a way, because if you want to know what India is like then book a ticket to Kolkata, but even then India is different for everyone.
Jake
Also I would like to mention how hard (for me at least) it will be to explain our experiences, and self discoveries. So to the people that want to know how the trip was or what our experiences were like, I wouldn't be able to give answer that explains the depth of our adventure. It is truly something that words cannot describe. So to Mum and Dad, and anyone else that asks how my journey was, be warned that I might not be able to give you a full answer, or an answer that does our experiences any justice. And I guess this is a shame, but it also is not in a way, because if you want to know what India is like then book a ticket to Kolkata, but even then India is different for everyone.
Jake
Sachin
To much to blog about and to little time to do it. Christmas letters and phone calls, seeing the slum communities of the boys of the Magicians rugby club, watching Dhoom 3, the boat out into the harbour to chill, sightseeing, shouting Sachin at random Indians and many more have made these last few days pretty special. Obviously the visit to the slum was an eye-opener which had a big impact on us. For me,it made me grateful and thankful for what I have yet also amazed at how happy the kids were considering their living environment. One moment that stood out was when our group went to an area of the slum that had recently been devastated by a fire that had ripped through the community and destroyed 500 houses and killed 10 people. Despite all of this every single person we walked past that I said hello to smiled and waved back. The perseverance of the people was truly inspiring and hard to comprehend. On another note we have comprehensively beaten the Magicians in rugby and cricket as expected and Sachin Tendulkar has been confirmed as India's unofficial God. Looking forward to Goa and chilling out for a few days.
George Helsby
George Helsby
Who Are We to Judge?
For me, Mumbai has easily been the most confrontational city that we have visited since Kolkata. Although the other cities have all had their own challenges, never before were we thrust into a slum after mere hours of arriving. For me the slum threw up difficult and contrasting emotions. From an initial reaction it is easy to say that the conditions people live in weren't actually that bad. To some degree the cheer and joy of the people in the slum no doubt made it a better place to be, however as we entered a home, the reality of what we are actually seeing hit. 10 people where living in a room that struggled to fit 8 of us standing. The temperature was well over 30 degrees (India is currently in the cooler months) and there was a toilet sitting in the corner. They live in their home from the day they are born to that day that they die. How they live like this is beyond what we can imagine. That said, it was beautiful to see what pride they had in their homes. In the first home we went into, lined up on the wall were 20 or so different pots, all perfectly clean and shiny. It struck me as odd. With all the dirt around, what difference does dirty pots make? I guess when life is like that, it is the simple things that matter the most. The visit left a few of us with tears in our eyes and broken hearts. As we hopped in taxis along the main road and went back to our accommodation we were reminded of the contrasts that this city is so famous for. We are staying in beautiful location, close to all the sights, and the bathrooms are in prime condition. Mr Jordan told me of a tower in this city, 27 stories high that currently a family of 5 occupy. It was built for one of the world's richest men who lives in this city. This made me angry. How can a man worth billions of dollars, live in the same city as millions of people that can barely earn enough money to feed their families. How is that fair? But who are we to judge? At home, how often do we venture out of our comfort zones to help those in need in our communities? There are thousands and thousands of people that live in our city that barely make enough to feed their family in NZ, but what are we doing to change their lives? It is so easy for us at home to ignore everything else that is going on outside our leafy street, so how can we judge how the people of Mumbai choose to live their life? Ultimately, the important thing is that as boys we take on the lessons from this trip, venture out from our comfy homes and actually make changes in the world that we live in. Jonty |
Where is the Love?
Christmas day for me started just the same as Hugo's and Alex's, with the "Bald Santa", Mr Jordan, waking us up at 12am with his soothing Irish tones.
As we all scrambled for our letters from family, the feeling of excitement grew, as opening the small pieces of home was something we were all looking forward to.
With spending my high school life at boarding school, homesickness was not a big deal for me, but secretly I was amping to read what my family had written especially for me on this very special day.
Thus, you readers can appreciate my utter disappointment when all that came out of that treasured envelope was a small Christmas card from my lovely mother telling me to have fun.
When my parents sent me away to boarding school all those years ago, I did have my doubts about how much they really loved me, but this lack of effort made me wonder if they would still live at the same address when I got home on the 4th January.
A trip down the train to see other members of the group soon lead to a mass of emotions inside me, as I watched Fletcher and others pull essays and photos from their bags with statements of love from family members (Will Boswell, you did a good job at that buddy), while I sat around trying to hide my tears of self pity.
Thankfully, later that day some of my prayers were answered, with Dad picking up the phone to answer my Christmas call. A spark of hope was ignited inside me, maybe they did have a small amount of affection for me after all! I was stoked with life at this point.
However the news got better, with Dad telling me that everyone had indeed written me letters, and I must of overlooked them.
Alas, 15 hours too late, I too got to open the actual envelope. I too am loved, it turns out.
In all seriousness though, opening the letters were a highlight of the trip, and just goes to show how important family is to all of us.
Hamish
As we all scrambled for our letters from family, the feeling of excitement grew, as opening the small pieces of home was something we were all looking forward to.
With spending my high school life at boarding school, homesickness was not a big deal for me, but secretly I was amping to read what my family had written especially for me on this very special day.
Thus, you readers can appreciate my utter disappointment when all that came out of that treasured envelope was a small Christmas card from my lovely mother telling me to have fun.
When my parents sent me away to boarding school all those years ago, I did have my doubts about how much they really loved me, but this lack of effort made me wonder if they would still live at the same address when I got home on the 4th January.
A trip down the train to see other members of the group soon lead to a mass of emotions inside me, as I watched Fletcher and others pull essays and photos from their bags with statements of love from family members (Will Boswell, you did a good job at that buddy), while I sat around trying to hide my tears of self pity.
Thankfully, later that day some of my prayers were answered, with Dad picking up the phone to answer my Christmas call. A spark of hope was ignited inside me, maybe they did have a small amount of affection for me after all! I was stoked with life at this point.
However the news got better, with Dad telling me that everyone had indeed written me letters, and I must of overlooked them.
Alas, 15 hours too late, I too got to open the actual envelope. I too am loved, it turns out.
In all seriousness though, opening the letters were a highlight of the trip, and just goes to show how important family is to all of us.
Hamish
Contrasts
No other place has emphasised the difference in wealth between people who basically live next door to each other. Standing in the Dhobi Ghat where laundry is done each day you look up and around and see an abundance of high rises and fancy buildings. The wealth all around, but what do our friends in the slums have? 20 days into the trip, this was the first time that I felt so emotionally uncomfortable, and it made me realise that despite seeing the happy faces of the boys and girls, in reality there are 8 people living in a room the size of one of our many bedrooms at home.
Furthermore, today we saw the 27 story 'house' of one of the richest people living in Mumbai while driving to a slum community. A bit excessive don't you think?
Ivan
Secret Santa
In Jaipur I was assigned the tough job of purchasing the Editor's Secret Santa gift as apparently he couldn't possibly find 15 minutes in the next 48 hours to find something presentable. The instructions I was given were "purchase anything you like; it can be something meaningful, practical, or in true 'Fletcher Boswell' fashion, totally inappropriate, disgusting, and/or shocking- all for a senior student".
As some have claimed that often I push the boundaries of cultural sensitivity and appropriate comments I saw myself as being well suited to the task. The next day I went out and purchased a truly dreadful choice (sadly, your imaginations will have to take over here).
As some have claimed that often I push the boundaries of cultural sensitivity and appropriate comments I saw myself as being well suited to the task. The next day I went out and purchased a truly dreadful choice (sadly, your imaginations will have to take over here).
Fast-forward to Christmas night and I started to get confused as most of the seniors had received their gift, then when it came time for Mr Skeen to present his Secret Santa gift he stated that "you simply receive what you want" and proceeded to hand the present, which I had purchased, to me. I am now in possession of leopard print male lingerie, if anyone is experiencing a shortage of this attire please call me.
Fletcher
Many Let Down By Few
"These people are happy, we thank God for what we have." Coming out of a South Mumbai slum, this was a quote made by one of the slum members. Prior to this, I had been walking through the slum, being greeted by eager waving and grins that covered entire faces. Somehow, I felt angry. Unsure why, I realised, after hearing that quote, that the reason I was so angry was that these people were so happy. The conditions these people live in should not lead them to be happy, it made me angry that this is what these people have to be "grateful" for, angry at the government and the power holders in this country. That the powerful have let a two by two 'house' be a source of huge gratitude disgusted me.
Reuben
Reuben
Infatuation
I feel a full explanation needs to be explained about yesterday's activities that got me my MVP award as I felt Skeens summary lacked truth and substance.
It all started off while we were playing touch with some of the magician rugby team. While maintaining some humility, people commenting on my performance on the field described it as elegant, graceful but yet passionate and fierce with no one able to compete at my level. This all culminated in a fantastic try scored by yours truly. Unbeknownst to me at the time though there must have been a special onlooker that became totally in love with how I passed and ran with the ball. Skip to later that night while we took our seats for Dhoom 3 and although some would say I took the seat next to her, If I remember correctly it happened in the opposite order. We shared a box of popcorn but unfortunately she couldn't handle the pressure that came with sitting next to a rugby star like myself and had to excuse herself for the second half of the movie. All talk of being stood up or snubbed is total smack talk by the editor to get himself back into the good books with the rest of the tour group and should be dismissed as the dismal banter it is.
William
It all started off while we were playing touch with some of the magician rugby team. While maintaining some humility, people commenting on my performance on the field described it as elegant, graceful but yet passionate and fierce with no one able to compete at my level. This all culminated in a fantastic try scored by yours truly. Unbeknownst to me at the time though there must have been a special onlooker that became totally in love with how I passed and ran with the ball. Skip to later that night while we took our seats for Dhoom 3 and although some would say I took the seat next to her, If I remember correctly it happened in the opposite order. We shared a box of popcorn but unfortunately she couldn't handle the pressure that came with sitting next to a rugby star like myself and had to excuse herself for the second half of the movie. All talk of being stood up or snubbed is total smack talk by the editor to get himself back into the good books with the rest of the tour group and should be dismissed as the dismal banter it is.
William
Mumbai
Our experiences in Mumbai have been some of the most powerful yet! We got the opportunity to walk through a slum on Christmas Day and talk to some of the ever so proud young rugby players, who had invited us into their 3x3m homes of which they share with several other family members. The self pride of the people in the slum was evident when we noticed how not even once did any of the people ask for money or in fact anything from us.
Another thing that stood out was how happy the people living there were. Overall that for me was the best Christmas present I could have asked for.
Sam
Another thing that stood out was how happy the people living there were. Overall that for me was the best Christmas present I could have asked for.
Sam
The Aftermath of Christmas Reflections
It is great to know that “a new family” of young men has been created in the past few weeks.
The ability to create a new family is a life skill which is not achieved by everybody, so it is very inspiring to know that already you have learnt this skill.
When you head away any where in the world, you can feel confident that you know how to find the common threads of your lives and that you can have fun together and laugh, as well as support each other through the challenges.
Thank you all for your amazing reflections.
May the new year bring you relaxation and fun.
Liz
Dear Hugo
How are you my friend?
On account of your "sickness" you were excused from our morning adventure through the streets of Mumbai (by the way we are currently still on that Tour and it is very good).
We were somewhat surprised to discover that you had recovered sufficiently to the extent that you were able to write a detailed critics' review of DHOOM 3. Your actions have been duly noted and upon further investigation, a suitable punishment has been determined. Due to your flailing state of health the fine master has acquired your 1000Rp daily allowance as you will no doubt have little use for it due to the necessary diet of water and dried biscuits that we anticipate you are consuming.
Please contact us if your condition continues to deteriorate.
P.S. Mitchell has requested that you do not soil his bed to spare from the suffering that Manks and I went through in Kolkata.
Patrick
Dhoom 3
There was much excitement on the trip when Mr Skeen announced that the
movie of the night was Dhoom 3 (with a H)... Now I don't know how in
the loop the people back in New Zealand are but this may have been the
biggest movie release of the year (as you would expect followed by the
Hobbit). As the lights dimmed and the locals began to shout at the
screen expectations were high.... and it lived up to all of them.
DHOOM 3 REVIEW
4.5/5 Stars
The good: An intense story sprinkled with genius plot twists, magic
boxes and flying rickshaws. Where bad western movies fall down is in
that they actually believe that they are good - Dhoom has accepted
that it is not the most realistic of movies and instead of trying to
be serious it has just gone the full way to insanity... just think
jumping 10m in the air off a motorbike punching someone who was
falling off a building and then landing back of the motorbike to
safely drive away. I guess some stunts we will never know how they did
it.
The bad: My personal biggest fault with this movie is that I in fact
do not speak Hindi. As you can imagine I feel I missed some minor plot
points. While I am certain that one of the cops was a comedic genius
the lack of English punchlines left me slightly lost on the joke. I
hope this feeling was somewhat mutual among fellow tour members.
However one must note that the movie did contain just enough random
English sentences sprinkled among the Hindi to allow for me to
understand the general jist.
Conclusion: Considering my biggest flaw in the movie was my own
failing I can confidently say that DHOOM3 is a Bollywood masterpiece
and I strongly recommend this movie to any who have a spare 3 hours to
go watch it. (if you were to remove slo-mo it would only be about
30min but hey thats the charm of the movie). English subtitles not
required.
Hugo
movie of the night was Dhoom 3 (with a H)... Now I don't know how in
the loop the people back in New Zealand are but this may have been the
biggest movie release of the year (as you would expect followed by the
Hobbit). As the lights dimmed and the locals began to shout at the
screen expectations were high.... and it lived up to all of them.
DHOOM 3 REVIEW
4.5/5 Stars
The good: An intense story sprinkled with genius plot twists, magic
boxes and flying rickshaws. Where bad western movies fall down is in
that they actually believe that they are good - Dhoom has accepted
that it is not the most realistic of movies and instead of trying to
be serious it has just gone the full way to insanity... just think
jumping 10m in the air off a motorbike punching someone who was
falling off a building and then landing back of the motorbike to
safely drive away. I guess some stunts we will never know how they did
it.
The bad: My personal biggest fault with this movie is that I in fact
do not speak Hindi. As you can imagine I feel I missed some minor plot
points. While I am certain that one of the cops was a comedic genius
the lack of English punchlines left me slightly lost on the joke. I
hope this feeling was somewhat mutual among fellow tour members.
However one must note that the movie did contain just enough random
English sentences sprinkled among the Hindi to allow for me to
understand the general jist.
Conclusion: Considering my biggest flaw in the movie was my own
failing I can confidently say that DHOOM3 is a Bollywood masterpiece
and I strongly recommend this movie to any who have a spare 3 hours to
go watch it. (if you were to remove slo-mo it would only be about
30min but hey thats the charm of the movie). English subtitles not
required.
Hugo
A Fine Way to End the Day
After a fantastic insight into high budget Bollywood circles, we felt it only appropriate that we should dine like kings. Our group of local Mumbaiins set upon a certain Turkish kebab shop, but unfortunately this turned out to be a popular location and it was full already of Grammar Boys.
It was then on to our group leader's secret location, buried deep in the maze of side streets that criss-cross Mumbai. Upon arriving, it appeared that this small local restaurant was chocker like the others, however a quick conversation in Hindi lead us up stairs and into the 'back room' which turned out to be quite spacious.
What followed was one of my greatest meals of all time, and definitely in India. We started the proceedings with delicious crumbed spicy chicken, which was so good more was ordered in a heartbeat. Then on to our mains. While I can't speak exactly about how good my companions meals were, by the empty bowls and broad smiles I can tell they felt about the same as me; it was fantastic! I went out on a bit of a limb, ordering my curry, the 'veg. Jaipur' purely because it had a word I recognised in it. I was not let down. This curry was just as brilliant as the city, and like the city, I have deep desires to return.
- Ben Toogood
It was then on to our group leader's secret location, buried deep in the maze of side streets that criss-cross Mumbai. Upon arriving, it appeared that this small local restaurant was chocker like the others, however a quick conversation in Hindi lead us up stairs and into the 'back room' which turned out to be quite spacious.
What followed was one of my greatest meals of all time, and definitely in India. We started the proceedings with delicious crumbed spicy chicken, which was so good more was ordered in a heartbeat. Then on to our mains. While I can't speak exactly about how good my companions meals were, by the empty bowls and broad smiles I can tell they felt about the same as me; it was fantastic! I went out on a bit of a limb, ordering my curry, the 'veg. Jaipur' purely because it had a word I recognised in it. I was not let down. This curry was just as brilliant as the city, and like the city, I have deep desires to return.
- Ben Toogood
Minstrel v Skux
We feel we must defend the power of the guitar and the honour of an innocent musician. For centuries humble minstrels have traversed the land shredding on their lutes and sharing their tunes with the population (including maidens fair - or not). Angus was just continuing a time-honoured tradition that confounds being a modern skux. Thank you to Mr Jordan for calling on Christmas to fend off an unfair fine on a boy just playing his guitar.
(Knowing looks) from the Moores.
p.s. Alex wonders what was wrong with the man…
Smile, Nod, Wink and Laugh
As you arise to the 27th day of the 12th month in 2013, we have recently closed out the 26th day; and what a day it was! Probably the highlight of today for the boys would have to be sitting through a Hindi movie at the notoriously famous Regal Cinema on the corner of the Colaba Causeway itself. It was important for us that the viewing of the Bollywood extravaganza Dhoom 3 was at such a significant place, where inside it quickly became apparent that talking during the movie, answering one's mobile phone, yelling when the hero comes on screen, and whistling when a female enters the frame, are all completely acceptable. After all we are in a land where the normal is shockingly unusual! More on the movie outing later in the boys' blogs no doubt . . .
There is also no doubt it has been extremely satisfying to have had a full complement of 22 boys over the last two days and thus we have attacked Mumbai head on. Today was absolutely no different with a long walk through the chaos of several districts (coupled with the 'serenity' of the coastline that came at the end of the walking travels), the NZ vs India touch rugby fixtures in the Oval Maidan, and obviously the continual opportunities to interact with the locals, all bringing more frames of reference to build a further intricate layer of what makes this society tick.
What you desire though are the details, so here is how the day played out:
Thursday 26 December
7am-9am - The boys gradually arose from their dream worlds. No wake up time was set as it was deemed important to allow some quality rest following a hectic few days. As is often the case, the additional rest left many looking even more lethargic upon arrival at the pre-determined departure point (even though it was a casual 10am leaving time!)
7:30am-8:45am - Many enjoyed the included breakfast service that the YWCA made available. I'm sure though that the demand for real milk and quality bread is rising rapidly- prepare parents to have the cupboards and fridges raided upon return for these basic commodities
10:15am- After waiting for a couple of stragglers to front up, Reuben McGregor-Sumpter delivers an excellent series of useful points on the Modern Economy in India. His analysis of the per capita comparisons was impressive
10:30am-The group takes off for a 'casual' walk. It consists of walking an hour north, through the predominantly Hindu sector of Mahatma Gandhi Marg (past the spectacular Victoria Terminal Railway Station), heading even further north onto Muhammed Ali Marg (where the attire strongly indicates we have transitioned into the Islamic quarter of the city). The smells throughout the 60 minute walk are tasty, repulsive and downright uncommon
11:30am– We weave our way west towards the coast arriving on the Marine Drive where the air is somewhat cooler, saltier, and the pavements significantly less congested. Unfortunately the beach is littered with mess that isn't assisted by the refuse outlet that flows straight into the ocean. As kiwis we admire the view out near the horizon but struggle with the shorter distances where floating 'aquatic life' is evident
12:30pm- Having completed a walk back past the Wankhede Stadium (home of the Cricket World Cup Finals series in 2010) and the smaller Brabourne Stadium, we venture through the Oval Maidan and re-enter the YWCA grounds
12:45-4pm - The boys scatter to have lunch at whatever eating establishment they choose. This eating activity is combined with sleep, showering and blogging pursuits. Once again a couple attempt to argue the barriers to shopping, but rest is critical at the moment as chesty coughs and sunken eyes are becoming a little more evident
4:15pm- We head down to the Oval Maidan and meet the Magicians Rugby Club players. This time although many if the faces are the same there is no community slum visit but rather a fantastic opportunity to throw a ball around on a piece of grass (I've never heard a kiwi kid complain about that!)
6pm- A quick wash up is needed. Will Allen, triumphant from scoring a touch, declares he will never wash again
6:40pm- Into the Regal Cinema we flow. In total there were 25 from the AGS continent, 35 from the Magicians Rugby Club and 10 randoms (two sets of families we extended the Christmas cheer to). The total cost per ticket for the 70 seats we purchased $280. The screening of Dhoom 3 will be widely discussed by the boys in their upcoming blogs so all I will note is that taking onboard a storyline where a man and women fall in love but ultimately can't be together, where an auto rickshaw flies through the air for 500 metres, where the cops actually bring the bad guys to justice, and where choreographed dances seem to break out at the frequently of one's single breaths, was all a little too much
9:50pm- The film finishes (I know, the length rivals Pride and Prejudice)
10pm- With the two groups split into several mini units the Magician Club players scout out the eating venues and our boys pay for the respective meals. In doing so it is a treat for both camps. For us it id a sense of giving and gaining a further insight into the Indian way (a little different to the Grammar Way), and for them it is a cultural interaction that is far removed from their current reality
11:30pm- Goodbyes are said, we arrange paid taxis for our guests and they head off into the night (although we will get to see them tomorrow afternoon, so no tears just yet!)
11:45pm- Lights Out
Right now it is difficult to fathom we have only been in Mumbai for two days. Each of the 24 hour spells have been full of electric experiences, truly high octane stuff that even a Bollywood movie would fail to capture. Once again India has thrown up a multitude of sights and smells that are difficult to capture and/or make sense of.
Tomorrow will bring more freedom for the boys to roam the surrounding neighbourhood in the afternoon, but prior to that we have a tour of the city, provided by the most wonderful of tour guides, to look forward to. In the meantime, bed is calling loudly in the Editor's direction.
Ben
MVP- Angus Grant. Honesty in this world is a treasured quality and thus Angus' receives this award for being so forthcoming with the topic of his most recent blog. Yes indeed he is accurate in noting that he was offered a daughter by an Indian man last night, however what was missing from his explanation was the true nature of the songs he was singing to gain such attention. Now it seems unfair to keep such a fact from you, the avid readers, so just for your information Gus performed a melody of 'Why does Love do this to me' and 'I'm Yours'. That in itself affords him this prestigious crown.
Breaking tradition, today also included a further MVP accolade to be bestowed upon a group member . . .
MVP #2- William Allen. Now today young William (Viliame to our Tongan friends) scored a try in a game of touch rugby. Now not being the most procifient in the 'oval ball skill set' stakes Viliame showed a gorgeous turn of pace following an excellent ability to catch the ball with his eyes closed. Later in the day Vili then went on to sit next to one of only three Magician rugby players of the opposite gender at the movie theatre. Now without a word of a lie she departed at the intermission with some feeble excuse and didn't return to her seat for the second stanza. At this stage William started to doubt himself (The Editor isn't too sure why this didn't happen years earlier). In all this fella has had a champion day.
Thought- Language barriers account for nothing. Tonight the mini groups took off for meals across the Colaba district. None of our boys could speak Hindi (except for the irregular learnt profanity), and very few of the Magicians' boys could speak English. Somehow the universal smile, nod, wink and laugh took over and friendships were formed. Clearly we don't always need to hear voices to completely understand.
There is also no doubt it has been extremely satisfying to have had a full complement of 22 boys over the last two days and thus we have attacked Mumbai head on. Today was absolutely no different with a long walk through the chaos of several districts (coupled with the 'serenity' of the coastline that came at the end of the walking travels), the NZ vs India touch rugby fixtures in the Oval Maidan, and obviously the continual opportunities to interact with the locals, all bringing more frames of reference to build a further intricate layer of what makes this society tick.
What you desire though are the details, so here is how the day played out:
Thursday 26 December
7am-9am - The boys gradually arose from their dream worlds. No wake up time was set as it was deemed important to allow some quality rest following a hectic few days. As is often the case, the additional rest left many looking even more lethargic upon arrival at the pre-determined departure point (even though it was a casual 10am leaving time!)
7:30am-8:45am - Many enjoyed the included breakfast service that the YWCA made available. I'm sure though that the demand for real milk and quality bread is rising rapidly- prepare parents to have the cupboards and fridges raided upon return for these basic commodities
10:15am- After waiting for a couple of stragglers to front up, Reuben McGregor-Sumpter delivers an excellent series of useful points on the Modern Economy in India. His analysis of the per capita comparisons was impressive
10:30am-The group takes off for a 'casual' walk. It consists of walking an hour north, through the predominantly Hindu sector of Mahatma Gandhi Marg (past the spectacular Victoria Terminal Railway Station), heading even further north onto Muhammed Ali Marg (where the attire strongly indicates we have transitioned into the Islamic quarter of the city). The smells throughout the 60 minute walk are tasty, repulsive and downright uncommon
11:30am– We weave our way west towards the coast arriving on the Marine Drive where the air is somewhat cooler, saltier, and the pavements significantly less congested. Unfortunately the beach is littered with mess that isn't assisted by the refuse outlet that flows straight into the ocean. As kiwis we admire the view out near the horizon but struggle with the shorter distances where floating 'aquatic life' is evident
12:30pm- Having completed a walk back past the Wankhede Stadium (home of the Cricket World Cup Finals series in 2010) and the smaller Brabourne Stadium, we venture through the Oval Maidan and re-enter the YWCA grounds
12:45-4pm - The boys scatter to have lunch at whatever eating establishment they choose. This eating activity is combined with sleep, showering and blogging pursuits. Once again a couple attempt to argue the barriers to shopping, but rest is critical at the moment as chesty coughs and sunken eyes are becoming a little more evident
4:15pm- We head down to the Oval Maidan and meet the Magicians Rugby Club players. This time although many if the faces are the same there is no community slum visit but rather a fantastic opportunity to throw a ball around on a piece of grass (I've never heard a kiwi kid complain about that!)
6pm- A quick wash up is needed. Will Allen, triumphant from scoring a touch, declares he will never wash again
6:40pm- Into the Regal Cinema we flow. In total there were 25 from the AGS continent, 35 from the Magicians Rugby Club and 10 randoms (two sets of families we extended the Christmas cheer to). The total cost per ticket for the 70 seats we purchased $280. The screening of Dhoom 3 will be widely discussed by the boys in their upcoming blogs so all I will note is that taking onboard a storyline where a man and women fall in love but ultimately can't be together, where an auto rickshaw flies through the air for 500 metres, where the cops actually bring the bad guys to justice, and where choreographed dances seem to break out at the frequently of one's single breaths, was all a little too much
9:50pm- The film finishes (I know, the length rivals Pride and Prejudice)
10pm- With the two groups split into several mini units the Magician Club players scout out the eating venues and our boys pay for the respective meals. In doing so it is a treat for both camps. For us it id a sense of giving and gaining a further insight into the Indian way (a little different to the Grammar Way), and for them it is a cultural interaction that is far removed from their current reality
11:30pm- Goodbyes are said, we arrange paid taxis for our guests and they head off into the night (although we will get to see them tomorrow afternoon, so no tears just yet!)
11:45pm- Lights Out
Right now it is difficult to fathom we have only been in Mumbai for two days. Each of the 24 hour spells have been full of electric experiences, truly high octane stuff that even a Bollywood movie would fail to capture. Once again India has thrown up a multitude of sights and smells that are difficult to capture and/or make sense of.
Tomorrow will bring more freedom for the boys to roam the surrounding neighbourhood in the afternoon, but prior to that we have a tour of the city, provided by the most wonderful of tour guides, to look forward to. In the meantime, bed is calling loudly in the Editor's direction.
Ben
MVP- Angus Grant. Honesty in this world is a treasured quality and thus Angus' receives this award for being so forthcoming with the topic of his most recent blog. Yes indeed he is accurate in noting that he was offered a daughter by an Indian man last night, however what was missing from his explanation was the true nature of the songs he was singing to gain such attention. Now it seems unfair to keep such a fact from you, the avid readers, so just for your information Gus performed a melody of 'Why does Love do this to me' and 'I'm Yours'. That in itself affords him this prestigious crown.
Breaking tradition, today also included a further MVP accolade to be bestowed upon a group member . . .
MVP #2- William Allen. Now today young William (Viliame to our Tongan friends) scored a try in a game of touch rugby. Now not being the most procifient in the 'oval ball skill set' stakes Viliame showed a gorgeous turn of pace following an excellent ability to catch the ball with his eyes closed. Later in the day Vili then went on to sit next to one of only three Magician rugby players of the opposite gender at the movie theatre. Now without a word of a lie she departed at the intermission with some feeble excuse and didn't return to her seat for the second stanza. At this stage William started to doubt himself (The Editor isn't too sure why this didn't happen years earlier). In all this fella has had a champion day.
Thought- Language barriers account for nothing. Tonight the mini groups took off for meals across the Colaba district. None of our boys could speak Hindi (except for the irregular learnt profanity), and very few of the Magicians' boys could speak English. Somehow the universal smile, nod, wink and laugh took over and friendships were formed. Clearly we don't always need to hear voices to completely understand.
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