Welcome to my blog!

The purpose of this blog is to share with you my upcoming internship in Mumbai (Bombay), India and the journey in preparation for it. It has so far been an interesting experience and I have not even started my trip yet.

Why the name? I will be in Mumbai during June and July, the beginning of the Monsoon season. Learning to wade through flooded streets and work with this natural phenonema is to me very similar to the learning experience I have had so far and am sure to face in India. Most of India's water supply falls during the Monsoon season. It is kind of a feast or famine on water. I found this analegous to India itself, a nation of extremes and it will be my challenge to learn to work with and within it. From what I have understood of India, this amazing nation will both pull on me like the raging flood waters and at the same time fascinate me like the tranquility of a steady stream.

I have the priviledge to travel with another student who has now also become a friend. She is as talented as she is kind and fun. Together we will set out to work with an inspirational company that is dedicated to empower women in deplorable situations, often in the slums of Bombay, to better their lives. The company works with small textiles producers and our task is to develop a plan to standardize the production process so they can deliver a more uniform end result.

Before I continue with this blog I want to take a moment and thank my family, friends and college. They have been very instrumental in making this trip possible and encouraging me as I am learning to have the two most important things in this journey: patience and endurance.

I hope my blog will entice you to consider traveling to India and help you with your preparations.

Let's start swimming!!

Friday, July 16, 2010

Broken hearted

How can I erase some if the things I have witnessed and should I? My heart hurts so badly and I can literally cry from just thinking about some of the things I see every day!!

The cobble stone work on the streets is done by some of the poorest and the whole family, including tiny babies and toddlers who can barely walk, all help out. A little boy, 5-7 years old had fallen and hurt himself. He was covered in cement and cried. Instead of loving care, his mother beat him. Repeatedly. Other, younger, children carried rocks that looked heavier than their tiny body weights. All they had was a tiny t-shirt, not even underwear.

I get sick to my stomach when I then hear and see "humble" people with noble life philosophies and principles they claim to live by and yet they cannot once set aside their need to be seen and heard, the need to be in focus, the need for attention, let alone help some of these “unwanted” without receiving glory for it. I am so tired of seeing and hearing the glory-hoggers, the fake, the imposters who only take but cannot give, unless they get some credit for it. You are like the cream on fresh milk; everybody wants it in the beginning, but quickly you get nauseating. All you are is fat, unhealthy to the body, clogging the arteries that supply the real good.

I left Delhi today with a heavy heart. This trip was fairly unproductive work wise, terribly expensive, and my heart is finally shredded. Who will help these little ones, tonight, tomorrow in the scorching heat?? I pray to my God for special angels over them and feel so helpless. What can I do?

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