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    [post_content] => I wake up to a white ceiling.

Did any of this really happen?

A few days ago I was in the chaos of Delhi, literally clutching onto the arms of those I shared this time with, those who I grew to love, those who taught me what friends were, what teachers were. A week or so ago I was alone in Chatola Village, Kumaon; slurping pools of damp sugar from the bottom of my chai cup and dancing, Kumaoni style, with my host-siblings in the first summer rains. A month or so ago I was sitting with a Buddhist nun in Bodh Gaya, allowing myself to enter a state of vulnerability previously unknown as we, together, looked at the roots of our own suffering, the roots of our fears, our motivations. And three months ago I was stepping into the hazy, loud and dense streets of Benares, for the first time, with its 2 am wedding parades and stray dogs, its sadhus and chai stalls and cycle rickshaws and westerners (almost all, of course, from the Wisconsin program) and silk wallahs, all possessing the finest-quality silk in all of India. We walked, for the first time, down the Ganga-ji with Bantu, with each other.

Grace wrote in her first yak, “9 weeks from now I will write a yak bidding farewell to my new family. What will I know?...9 weeks is enough time to die and be born, to learn, to change life, to fail and learn and fail and learn.”

Three months; ninety-four days - ninety-four moments so complex, so beautiful, so present, I barely noticed as they fled from reality into memory - into journal entries, emails home, yaks.

Now I wake up to a white ceiling. And I’m scared. I’m frightened. Because I know I’ve changed; I know something - the force, the challenge, the beauty and the mountain - that were these past three months have pushed me further into myself than I’ve ever been before. I’m frightened because I’ve experienced real compassion and I know it can be painful. I’m frightened because I have left family in the himalayas and I think I might believe in God. I’m frightened because I can feel my chest fall into flames when people ask me “how I did it,” how I lived in a “developing country.” I’m frightened because I was invited in for chai everyday - every day - by the owner of the stationary shop at Assi Ghat; because my favorite rickshaw wallah did not charge me for my last ride; because my Benares father asked me to offer pooja with him on my final afternoon; because my Kumaoni mother tucked me in, every night. I’m frightened because I have loved and have been loved.

Our group talked a lot about David Foster Wallace’s speech “This Is Water.” We listened to it, together, lounged out in the program house when it felt like everything was falling apart. It followed us into our conversations, our reflections and treks.

Wallace ends that speech with:

“The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default-setting, the "rat race" -- the constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing...The capital-T Truth is about life before death...It is about simple awareness -- awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, that we have to keep reminding ourselves, over and over: ‘This is water, this is water.’”

We spent three months submerged in that water. Ninety-four days. Ninety-four moments of being blindingly aware of the harsh realities that breathe around us all the time. Ninety-four reminders of compassion, of empathy, of redefining and realigning what we find meaningful; ninety-four reflections of why we were in India and why we needed to return; what we were searching for and what we found - what found us.

As challenging and “unsexy” as it was and continues to be - we began the process of realigning the way we think, of becoming aware. And while we’re now spread out once again - returned once more to stare comfortably at our individual white ceilings - we won’t forget the water; we can’t. It lies within each of us - like our memories of the Ganga-ji itself - with waves that push us further and further into ourselves, into each other, and into the world around us.
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The Water

Angela Leocata,Best Notes From The Field, India Spring 2014

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I wake up to a white ceiling. Did any of this really happen? A few days ago I was in the chaos of Delhi, literally clutching onto the arms of those I shared this time with, those who I grew to love, those who taught me what friends were, what teachers were. A week or […]

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05/23/14

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Angela Leocata

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    [post_content] => Dear family and friends,

After many big hugs and a few tears, the Instructor Team and students waved goodbye at the Indira Gandhi International Airport in Delhi. The students are now en route to the U.S., and we are certain that they will be full of stories and memories to convey to you when they arrive.

Thank you for sharing your loved ones with us: it has been a privilege and a pleasure to share these past few months with them.

With love,

Your VOI Instructor Team

 
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On our way home!

Sarah Messner,India Spring 2014

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Dear family and friends, After many big hugs and a few tears, the Instructor Team and students waved goodbye at the Indira Gandhi International Airport in Delhi. The students are now en route to the U.S., and we are certain that they will be full of stories and memories to convey to you when they […]

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05/9/14

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Sarah Messner

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    [post_content] => "Please don't take me to the hospital," I said, two weeks ago.

My reasons were selfish.  I didn't want another injection.  I didn't want more time away from the group.  I didn't want to spend my birthday hooked up to an IV.

Now, after being sent down from the high altitude of Ladakh, I sit in the foothills of the Himalaya in Chatola Village, Kumaon.  I've been continuing my ISP in Women's Studies, talking to more women about the harsh reality of dowry, field work, health, and gendered oppression.  I've made a few trips to the hospital here to speak to the doctor about her observations of village health.  "Women serve themselves last," she told me.  "You see it all the time.  With meals, she takes the leftovers.  She remembers herself after her husband, her children, the family's cow and animals.  And she'll never go to the hospital."

Today I came home from a hospital visit to find my host-mom, Gita, crying on the bed.  Day 7 of pain, she tells me.

What do you do when your host-mom can't move?  What do you do when she refuses to go to the doctor?  When she hasn't gone in 4 years?  What do you do when the closest hospital is too expensive and the government hospital is 4 hours away?  What do you do when your host-dad, after hearing about her sickness, continues to play games on his phone before returning to his work?  What do you do when Gita is left, sick and alone?

For now I lie next to her; I lie next to beautiful Gita and hold her hand.  Gita, who begins her work at 5 am and ends at 8 pm.  Gita, who carries 30 kg of sticks on top of her 45 kg body.  Gita, who feeds her family cow and cats before herself.  Gita, who is oppressed to the extent that she waited 7 days to speak of her pain; Gita, who has internalized that she is not enough for a doctor's visit; of a first serving of rice; of a voice.  Gita, the most selfless and powerful woman I know.

I lie next to Gita and think of 2 weeks ago.  I think of how the hospital was a burden, not an abstract wish.  I think of how I was taken after my first day of pain not my seventh.

I lie next to Gita and see my research accumulate in her soft eyes.  I hear the stories of all the women I interviewed in her whispering voice.

I squeeze Gita's hand as I acknowledge that this is a reality, a commonality.

My instructor arranged for Gita to visit the hospital tomorrow.  With our return a short week away, I am reminded of the vitality of travel.  We need to constantly remind ourselves of the world outside.  Our selves; our bubbles; our "hard" work and our "busy" days; our chambers.  We need to constantly remind ourselves that what we read about and what we study are breathing realities; we need to constantly remind ourselves, as we return to college this fall, that those Introduction to Global Health and Social Theory courses aren't just over-sized lecture halls, that those pre-med requirements aren't simply prerequisites, but are instead real urgencies that we need to understand with our whole selves.  We need to constantly remind ourselves of Gita, and of all the real, living and breathing Gitas everywhere.

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GITA

Angela Leocata,India Spring 2014

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“Please don’t take me to the hospital,” I said, two weeks ago. My reasons were selfish.  I didn’t want another injection.  I didn’t want more time away from the group.  I didn’t want to spend my birthday hooked up to an IV. Now, after being sent down from the high altitude of Ladakh, I sit […]

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05/4/14

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Angela Leocata

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    [post_content] => I have nine days left. 

As much as we've all been talking about the things we miss--things like pillows and clean water and coffee ice cream and hot showers--I'm realizing just how hard it's going to be to leave the people and places I've slowly fallen completely, head over heels in love with. These three months have flown by and my appreciation for this experience is exploding with the bittersweet understanding that I will be transitioning back to the U.S. very, very soon.
I find my comfort in the fact that there are people in India who think I'm decent enough to house and feed--for those times I feel like running away from real jobs and growing up and stuff. 

Until then, Namaste.

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Nine Days

Tegan Alspaugh,India Spring 2014

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I have nine days left. As much as we’ve all been talking about the things we miss–things like pillows and clean water and coffee ice cream and hot showers–I’m realizing just how hard it’s going to be to leave the people and places I’ve slowly fallen completely, head over heels in love with. These three […]

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04/29/14

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Tegan Alspaugh

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    [post_content] => Growing up in Brooklyn New York  I would've never thought of myself trekking up the side of the himalayan mountains. However, My views of who I am and my capabilities have changed drastically from what they were before. I never thought that I could realistically finish this trek, I never thought I could climb up a 14,000 foot mountain pass, I never that I'd be good at it. I defied my expectations of myself and because of it my views of myself have shifted. Another thing that was truly transformative for me was going from village to village and seeing how the everyday Ladahki lives their life, It was truly beautiful experience being a part of their homes and I will carry the experience for the rest of my life. As my time in India is dwindling down I feel very satisfied with experiences I've had and will integrate things I've learned here into everyday life in America. Thanks for reading, This is Ian signing out.

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India

Ian Wexelbaum,India Spring 2014

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Growing up in Brooklyn New York  I would’ve never thought of myself trekking up the side of the himalayan mountains. However, My views of who I am and my capabilities have changed drastically from what they were before. I never thought that I could realistically finish this trek, I never thought I could climb up […]

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04/29/14

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Ian Wexelbaum

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    [post_content] => As I reflect on the past few days now that the trek is over, it isn't the serene vistas, the group and individual struggles, or the incredibly genuine hospitality of the villagers of Ladakh that stands out as being the most memorable experience for me. For me it was the tastes and flavors of Ladakhi cuisine, specifically chutagi, thin dough rolled and pinched to reminiscent of 'donkey ears'. Throughout the entire trek, in the village homestays, the sweet Ama-leys, meaning 'mother' respectfully in Ladakhi, would roll out the dough and craft these beautiful noodle-esk flavor chalices and cook them in unique broths with different vegetables and spices. The end result would be chutagi, where the soup and the small pieces of vegetables would get caught in the little openings of the noodle and each spoonful became a blast of mouth watering flavors.

Throughout each village that we stayed, I noticed that every chutagi was unique to the household. There would be different vegetables, spices, and broths used. Creamy or oily, I couldn't get enough. I became a chutagi aficionado. My favorite was when milk was added creating a creamy broth with potatoes and maggi noodles. If only there was lime...

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Chutagi for you and me

Edward Cabrera,India Spring 2014

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As I reflect on the past few days now that the trek is over, it isn’t the serene vistas, the group and individual struggles, or the incredibly genuine hospitality of the villagers of Ladakh that stands out as being the most memorable experience for me. For me it was the tastes and flavors of Ladakhi […]

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04/29/14

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Edward Cabrera

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    [post_content] => The past three weeks in Ladakh have been so many things.

Let's begin with the second day of the trek, now set in my personal history  as one of the roughest days of my life.  I started out carrying my pack (renamed Death Star), traded to a lighter pack, traded to yet a lighter pack, and ended up on the struggle bus carrying nothing but my own weary self.  Saying that day was hard is not sufficient.  That day was so incredibly straining, both physically and emotionally, that I sat down and cried multiple times, afraid that I might actually not be able to make it to the summit. Spending the last two months in Varanasi sick, binge-eating, and feeling constantly exhausted did not really prepare me for this type of physical activity.  So, gasping for air, feeling like an incompetent human being for not being able to carry my own belongings, I somehow made it to the homestay destination--nearly nine terrible hours later.

I spent the next two days sitting and eating chocolate.

Luckily, the trek after the Day of Death went much more swiftly as our bodies adjusted a little more to the thin air and steep inclines. Every night we slept in a different small village homestay, ate and cooked amazing Ladakhi food, and got to know the mountains and each other a little more intimately.

I can't wait to come back.

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That time we climbed the face of a cliff

Tegan Alspaugh,India Spring 2014

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The past three weeks in Ladakh have been so many things. Let’s begin with the second day of the trek, now set in my personal history  as one of the roughest days of my life.  I started out carrying my pack (renamed Death Star), traded to a lighter pack, traded to yet a lighter pack, […]

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04/29/14

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Tegan Alspaugh

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    [post_content] => My Mom calls me Pumpkin

I missed eating Pumpkin Pie too much

Walking up that steep steep steep mountain

At a certain point I just walked and waited

for the end, crying when it came.

15,00 feet above and the peaks surrounding us like a fence.

Fenced into this moment and so, surrender.

The rest was simple and hungry

Our mouths gaping for comfort and trying to form around those feelings

that arise when you're so close to God

So close to the clouds, to the peaks, to surrendering

But I still really wanted Pumpkin Pie -- to sink my teeth into it.

Sink your teeth into this

Uncomfortable

and feel closer to your god.

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My Mom Calls me Pumpkin

Grace McNalley,India Spring 2014

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My Mom calls me Pumpkin I missed eating Pumpkin Pie too much Walking up that steep steep steep mountain At a certain point I just walked and waited for the end, crying when it came. 15,00 feet above and the peaks surrounding us like a fence. Fenced into this moment and so, surrender. The rest […]

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04/27/14

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Grace McNalley

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    [post_content] => I haven't posted a yak since the first month of this trip. And that makes me think... Why, whenever I had innumerable chances to pop into the internet cafe in Varanasi and write a short post, did I always flee the scene and come up with something else to do? Arriving back in Leh this afternoon I have no choice but to yak.  It is a strict order. I have been staring at this computer screen trying to figure out what I want to share with you all, and there are SO MANY moments rushing and spinning through my brain that BAM! I have figured it out. Typing something on an electronic screen and trying to accurately portray a scene or a moment will never do it justice. And that is so frustrating to me. And THAT, I have come to conclude, is why I have not written a yak in two months.

I just did some more thinking... and I'm going to be honest. Thinking of something to yak about forces me to reflect. I don't know why, but I haven't been able to process many things that have happened on this trip. My senses are so overwhelmed at all hours of the day and I don't even realize it. Like right now, I can hear a faint voice calling people to worship over the loud speaker. And it's distracting and I wonder what this man is saying? What's his name? How was he chosen to call people to prayer? Do they have auditions? See... it's stuff like this that pushes me away from contemplating what this trip means in a deeper and more holistic sense. I will forever be distracted here. I just came to terms with that. Being here, IN THIS MOMENT, is indescribable, and all I'm doing is sitting in an internet cafe. So instead of writing a long reflection about a single subject, I shall make a short list of brain pictures that come straight to mind...

i snuggled with a street cat and fed it digestive biscuits. one of my homestay grandmas reminded me so much of my real grandma i swear it is a reincarnation. today at a monastery i fell so in love with an apricot tree i started crying. i ate goat momos one night and realized that i am now a vegetarian because i felt so bad for the goat who's brother i probably pet that very day. i stripped bark from a tree and became friends with a baby cow i named bernice. i drank ten cups of chai one morning... and i dont remember what happened because i was so hyper. i almost fell down the face of a mountain. it started snowing on the mountain and i screamed from happiness after climbing for 8 hours. HOW GOOD IT IS TO BE ALIVE AND HEALTHY!!!!!!!!!

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goats and things

Martha Walker ,India Spring 2014

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I haven’t posted a yak since the first month of this trip. And that makes me think… Why, whenever I had innumerable chances to pop into the internet cafe in Varanasi and write a short post, did I always flee the scene and come up with something else to do? Arriving back in Leh this […]

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04/27/14

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Martha Walker

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    [post_content] => Today we were able to check in with the group via phone and they are having an exceptional time in Ladakh. They just finished up their final service learning work with SECMOL (http://www.secmol.org/index.php) and are headed out on their 5 day trek. They will do a village to village trek from April 20th to 24th and then will begin their rural homestays in Teya, a community outside of Leh. Understandably, the group will have no internet access, but will be able to check in with the office via cell phone, if need be.

Please stay tuned for updates regarding their amazing adventures. We expect the group to return to Leh on April 28th.

More Soon!

Elizabeth Johnson
VOI Program Director

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Elizabeth Johnson,India Spring 2014

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04/20/14

Author

Elizabeth Johnson

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