While in India, I am having the opportunity to see what
few want to see. Much of the area near where I am staying is poor villages and
unfertile farmland. The drought here has affected everyone and the government
has now stepped in to provide some water to the villages. Disease and death
have increased tremendously during this time. With the lack of safe drinking
and bathing water, many more villagers are sick.
A woman working in a rural Indian village |
During the classes, we all learn these principles. The
lectures are taught by the Director of the facility, Dr. Shoba Arole. Her
parents began this project in 1970 and now she is in charge of managing the
hospital.
My group has had the opportunity to take tours of two
villages. I have been able to see what many do not want to see. It is difficult
to walk through these villages. Most people live in unsanitary conditions and
leprosy, tuberculosis, and AIDS patients are common. The children of these
villages are amazed by a group of Americans and they always want their picture
taken. Women silently wash clothing or grind up grains for chipotle. The men
who are not field laborers quietly drink tea and sit along the road. The towns,
however, are loud, bustling, and just as unsanitary. Street vendors and store
clerks harass you, and the art of bargaining must be learned quickly.
Market day in Jamhked |
Both towns and villages, however, are set in tradition.
During my time here, there have been two cultural festivals; Dawali and Sancrant.
Sancrant is a women’s festival that is celebrated in January each year. Women
visit their local temples and carry a tray covered by a cloth and flowers. On
this tray, there are red and yellow paint, sesame seeds, and sugar cubes. Women
walk through the temple and place the red and yellow paint on your forehead,
throw the sesame seeds on the top of your head, and then give you a handful of
sugar to eat.
Elizabeth participating in a blessing ritual during Sacrant |
The two temples that I visited were completely filled and
women fought to bless everyone who entered the building. Attending this
festival put the material that I had been learning in lectures into
perspective. On this one day women are celebrated and acknowledged. Meanwhile,
they are abused and mistreated during the rest of the year. CRHP has made it a
priority to do away with the gender inequality in this area. By teaching women
about disease and treatment, using the resources available to them in the
village, the facility aims to target one of the root causes of the health in
the area.
In my time here, I have learned a huge amount about
topics I would have otherwise known nothing about. I feel as though,
in this study abroad, I am not just being treated as a tourist and seeing only
a façade that hides the real problems. I have had the opportunity to see the poverty
and filth of the villages, the torment and abuse of the women, and the sick and
dying patients in the hospital. CRHP does not attempt to gloss over the
unpleasant things for its visitors. Instead, the directors here are trying to
show us everything, making sure that we understand how much areas like this
need help and willing us to bring awareness to their cause.
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