Mysore & Ooty

Mysore

The land of sandalwood, ashtanga yoga and very interesting ayurvedic massages.  The 3 hour journey from Bangalore was a scenic one with lush green paddy fields and the ever present cows meandering along the roads. We hired a driver for our 5 day trip from Bangalore to Mysore to Ooty (Tamil Nadu) to Kochi (Kerala).  I was quite pleased to find out he didn’t speak much English as often times Drivers like to impart any and all information that they have gleaned throughout their lives –whether it is relevant to the journey  or not!

Mysore's Bazaar

We stayed at the Shree Guru Residency Hotel in Mysore which was like a 5 star resort after the hotel in Bangalore. The best part of the hotel was the incredible vegetarian restaurant on the premises-the food was not only dirt cheap but mouth-wateringly good and I still have dreams about it. The bathroom was as abysmal as that in Bangalore, but just got an extra 50 rolls of toilet paper so that I could layer the seat before sitting down-NOT my favourite experience!!!  Why are we such a dirty nation? My entire family is anal retentive so trying to figure out if maybe we are just an anomaly. Sorry-I digress again (bad habit). Back to Mysore-there is a lovely old palace there and we did our obligatory tourist duty of wandering around it pointing and gasping at the wonders it contained. I think Dan and i are starting to get touristed out as we are finding palaces a little dull at this point. We spent the rest of the day trying to find a Wifi cafe only to realise that this phenomenon does not actually exist in Mysore.

Vegetarian food can be nice (but only in certain places)

The next day Dan and I went off to the Mysore zoo to meet some white tigers and also so that Dan could get to know his relatives (the chimpanzees) a little better.  The funniest part was when we got approached by 4 Indian men asking me if it was alright if I took their picture. Me, being my helpful self, agreed to take their picture but quickly realised their intent when they began positioning themselves around my white man.  I returned their camera with a firm ‘No!’ and rescued Dan from their clutches. Unfortunately, I was not there to save him later that day when we went for our ayurvedic massages. We picked a really bad place and my massage was possibly the worst massage I have ever experienced.  Dan’s massage was probably on par with mine except that the masseuse also offered to massage his sensitive regions to which he replied a polite ‘No thank you’. I suppose the masseuse thought maybe that would make up for the crappy massage.

Sloth bear at Mysore Zoo

Ooty:

So earlier when I was commenting on how great it was that our driver didn’t speak English, I began to realise this was not such a good thing as he apparently couldn’t read any road signs and had no idea where he was driving. The journey from Mysore to Ooty should ideally have taken 2-3 hours but ended up taking 4-5 hours due to the fact that the driver refused to listen when I was giving directions as apparently women don’t know how to read either; he would stop every two minutes and ask people walking on the street which way to go and each person would tell him a different direction; he then took to flagging down passing cars by 1) either cutting them off or 2) flagging them down from the wrong lane while an oncoming truck would be headed our way.  He finally found another fellow idiot driver and the two of them would stop every 5 minutes to discuss the directions despite the fact that there is only ONE road to Ooty!!!!! Lord save me from fools. 

Bling

We finally got to Ooty in one piece and checked into the The Grand Sapphire hotel in Ooty, a hotel which was designed possibly 50 years ago and has not been updated since. The only thing missing was the disco glitter ball in the middle of the room.

Caption Competition?

Ooty is known as Queen of the Hill Stations in India in the Nilgiri district which is also famous for tea plantations. Ooty is particularly famous for its ‘toy train’ which connects Ooty to Mettupalayam, at the foot of the Nilgiris. This mountain railway is in fact now a UNESCO world heritage site. Dan and I caught the train from halfway at Coonor railway station. The train looks like a cute blue toy train with wooden coaches and large windows. It is pushed up the hills from behind by a diesel engines, and it is possibly the slowest train in India as it averages 10.4km an hour. From Coonor, the train reaches the highest point on the track which is 2,218m. It truly is a lovely experience and we paid the princely sum of 3 Indian Rupees each for the privilege and an extra 15 indian rupees to reserve a seat!! You have to love Indian prices.

From there, we decided to go and find a bottle of wine as it was New Years Eve and we thought we could enjoy a drink on the New Years. What we didn’t realize that wine is just not a possibility here. They did sell something called ‘Red Wine’ in a bottle but looking at the regulars drinking this substance, we made the very wise decision to abstain. We drove around for a while looking for somewhere to go and have dinner for New Years, but I had a very bad cold too so Dan and I finally decided to go back to the hotel and have dinner there. It was absolutely freezing in the hotel so we put on as many clothes as we could find including my stocking cap and thick socks, cuddled under the blankets and waited for midnight. Also, I forgot to mention there was no cable tv so we were limited to India today news which was enlightening as always. Not our best new year and I think you will feel our pain when you see our picture below.

Bangalore

Indians have invented time travel! No flux capacitor needed here, just a Boeing 737-700 and a four hour odd flight from Guwahati transports you around twenty years to the future. This magical place has an airport with clean bathrooms, a spotless, modern taxi service with driver who insists on using the meter, and shopping malls with every worldwide brand you could think of (plus a few domestic ones that will be arriving in a city near you soon). In fact the only thing not modern about Bangalore is the name change Bengaluru which apparently means Town of Boiled Beans or something similar.

We touched down about 9.30pm from Guwahati (via Calcutta) and thanks to the aforementioned taxi we got into our budget hotel at about 10.30-11pm. Traffic here is supposed to be awful and seems we were lucky to make the 40km drive from the airport in decent time.

We stayed at a place on the ‘MG’ (Mahatma Gandi) road at a small place called Shree Lakshmi Comforts. So many roads in India are named after famous politicians and statesman, as may have unpronounceable names the roads inevitable get shorted to two or three letters.

In the dim evening light Sri Laksmi Comforts looked pretty grim. An outdated bathroom with ceramics in dulux’s ‘nicotine yellow’ and bedroom walls that detailed many a battle between flip flop and mosquito. While we are on the subject Indians believe bathroom tiles are self cleaning. Floors, showers and toilets all get cleaned (to a certain extent) daily, but tiles remain untouched, collecting an assortment of soap suds, water stains and bodily fluids such that they probably contain a comprehensive DNA database of each person that has stayed there. I am surprised that the Tate Modern has not snapped more of this stuff up.

The first of many beautiful bathrooms...

While the light of the new day did not add any shine to the bathroom it did make Sri Laksmi seem a whole lot more bearable. The common areas of the hotel were spick and span, there was fast, free wifi in the lobby and the location was excellent. Best of all, the staff were extremely friendly and their accurate and up to date knowledge of the cricket score was invaluable.

We only had one day in Bangalore so we spent it wandering around trying to get to know the city. The place seems great for shopping – we passed by dozens of antiquities, jewellery and homeware stores sadly our luggage capacity and budget meant that we avoided disappointing ourselves by walking on by.

Almost as good as the real Petra!

We found the Garuda mall which provides an exceptionally grand shopping experience (relative to what we have seen in India so far). Six floors containing big brands, a cinema, pubs and a huge food court.  If the retail therapy doesn’t cure your ills then you can try the spa on the fifth floor. There you can indulge in a ‘fish massage’ where hundreds of a little doctor fish nibble the dead skin off your feet or hands. Normally one whiff of my hot smelly feet would send any sane creature scarpering, but these little fellas came running (well swimming).  It is an unnerving experience, but after a while not an unpleasant one. The end result (and I get the feeling I might be on the verge of emasculating myself here) is wonderful – very clean looking feet and with all the old skin gone it is like walking on air.

Fish food

We walked back to the hotel after lunch just in time to watch India lose a brace of wickets in their match against South Africa. England were whipping Australian arse in the Ashes so it made chatting with the lobby staff double the fun.

Bangalore's new Metro

That evening we met up with Monali’s cousin who studies in Bangalore and his father who also happened to be in town. As we wandered down MG road we noticed Bangalore’s latest new toy ‘the metro’ which will hopefully make getting around this place a lot easier. They have actually set up a whole ‘dummy carriage’ so that people can interact with train before it starts operating. As we smugly wandered past thinking how smart we were that we can use an Oyster card without having to practice, it suddenly dawned that as much as this is a land of contradictions, India is making some really smart moves. Moves that we will all be thankful for 30 or 40 years in the future should we not wish to be dominated by a certain eastern dragon. 

Article from the Assam Tribune

GUWAHATI, Dec 19 – At some point in life, every individual feels an inclination to contribute something worthwhile to society. Not for nothing, therefore, Dan and Monali, the husband and wife couple from UK felt the same which brought them to Assam and saw them traversing the remote areas on the outskirts of the capital city and helping out the needy.

Dan and Monali had quit their jobs in UK to volunteer in Parijat Academy, a school for the underprivileged children located at Pamohi. Founded by Uttam Teron, this school has been providing free education to the children of the poverty struck families of Pamohi and other adjoining areas.

“Dan and I have thought about doing some social volunteering for some time now, but unfortunately other commitments kept intruding on our aspiration. We pacified our conscience with very occasional volunteering and donations to various welfare societies, but the desire to do something more substantial never abated. Finally we decided and took the plunge,” said Monali.

Assam became the destination because Monali, who is an Assamese, though not raised here thought that it would be nice to give something back to the community. “In Assam there is significant need for support in social and economic development. Education is a key area of concern,” observed Monali.

It needs to be mentioned here that overseas volunteers have been landing at ParijatAcademy quite frequently and apart from teaching the school students, these volunteers also transfer their experience and expertise to the families of these children so that they can improve their living status.

Uttam Teron said that the children have greatly benefited from the volunteering. Starting in 2003 as a one classroom, four student school, Parijat Academy now offers freeeducation to 502 children from nine impoverished tribal villages. So far the school has benefited from the volunteering of seven overseas men and women.

“We began our volunteering at Parijat Academy one month ago and it has been an incredibly inspirational experience for us,” expressed Monali.

The couple visited three tribal villages in the Garbhanga area, near the Assam Megahlaya border to view the outreach centres of Parijat Academy. To reach the centres they had to travel along an almost non-existent rocky and precarious road.

During the rainy season, Garbhanga is accessible only by foot. The only concrete building in the whole area is the governmentschool which teaches Classes I-IV.

“It was heartening to meet the sole teacher at one of the education outreach centres of Parijat Academy teaching classes V- VII,” said Monali.

What touched the couple most was the commitment of the teacher as well as the students. Although class room means a few bamboo walls with most of the classroom being exposed to the outer elements, a few benches and tables and almost no books or writing materials at all, the teacher as well as his students are determined to achieve some semblance of an education which is being appreciated by the couple.

Despite the impoverished circumstances, some parents of Garbhanga wanted bettereducation for their children and approached Parijat Academy to do something for their children. Uttam has taken 21 children from Garbhanga as students at Parijat Academy, where they are currently housed in very modest hostel facilities. These students are sponsored by various people around the world, costing roughly INR 2,000 a year for each student. These children are all from the Karbi community and spoke almost no Assamese at all before starting at Parijat Academy. But now they all are fluent in both Assamese and English and can read and write.

“Parijat Academy has become a passion for Dan and myself and we hope to be involved on a lifelong basis and help Uttam to achieve his vision,” concluded Monali. Today was their last day in Assam, but they are looking forward to coming back again.

Source: The Assam Tribune

date: 20-12-2010

Christmas comes to Parijat

Over 5000 miles from home, but the sense of Christmas was very strong for us this week as we celebrated with the children of Parijat.  The festivities were organised not by us, but by ‘Sarala Birla Gyan Jyoti’ – a social development club run by students from Years 11 & 12 of Guwahati’s best school, located on the north side of the Brahmaputra. The club has had a relationship with Parijat for a couple of years now and its socially responsible teenage members regularly run sessions for their underprivileged counterparts.

This time they brought Christmas to Parijat. This meant forgiving a few word changes in Jingle Bells and difficult pronunciations of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer concentrating instead on enjoying the party. The celebrations themselves were very nice for the children and rather moving for us.

India is unusual, but rather magnificent in the celebration of all the major religions no matter how large the following is. Despite the Hindu majority, national holidays are doled out for Eid and Christmas and everybody seems to revel in joining the party. The mantra of inclusion and acceptance is one the rest of the world would do well to follow.

 

Unsurprisingly, Parijat’s children keenly anticipated the eventual sweets and chocolates within Santa’s bag rather than any long tales of the nativity or other spiritual messages. Being Indian, they also really enjoyed singing and dancing along to the Christmas songs and making sure that we were also strutting our stuff (‘O’come all ye faithful’ was a little difficult to ‘get down to’ admittedly).

The sight of the children enjoying themselves was great to see however the scene was most moving due to the marked difference between the children from Guwahati’s best school and the children of Parijat. The confidence brimmed in those children visiting – their English was superb and they had no problems approaching and politely chatting with us, something none of the children from Parijat had felt comfortable doing. It was easy to see how the future would transpire as a result and although Parijat offers some hope, there is still so much to do.

Less moving, but nonetheless shocking in its obviousness was the physical difference between the children. The build of those children from the prosperous families was so much more solid than that of the children from Parijat. Doubtless, some of this is a result of tribal heritage, but much is still as a result of malnutrition and lack of dietary awareness. The children are not starving by any means, but the difference between rich and poor can easily by measured by the waistline. An investment in a ‘Weight Watchers’ India might be a good long term bet as the country gets richer.

While on the subject of getting richer and this being the season of wishing good will and prosperity, if anybody would like to make a contribution to Parijat however small, then they can do so at:

https://omprakash.org/DonationForm?go=DonationForm&p=26

Please make sure that ‘Parijat Academy’ is selected as the beneficiary in the ‘Apply to’ box. The children would be very appreciative!

Garbhanga

Last Sunday we went to Garbhanga a village on the Assam-Meghalaya border approximately 17kms from the school.

We arrived at Parijat around 9.15am (late as our useless driver never turned up) in order to meet up with Uttam who had organised a 'trekker' for the trip. For the uninformed, a 'trekker' is a Tata Jeep that normally spends its life ploughing up and down the main bypass from the airport to major locations around Guwahati. The objective in these services is not only to get you from one destination to another, but also to try and break the Guinness world record for most people in a four wheel drive vehicle. As uncomfortable as it may sound these vehicles are the Rolls-Royce of the roads here, being a vastly superior alternative to clapped out buses, dusty autos or the heat stroke inducing walk.

It seemed that these jeep contraptions must not work without at least 10 people in them, as Uttam had invited two teachers, a couple local interested people, a reporter from the Calcutta Telegraph and us. The full complement being made up by the compulsory three workers that every public service vehicle in India needs a complement of three workers -

a 'pilot' (their term, not ours) – though given the suspension was knackered we did technically spend much time in the air

 an engineer, trained it appears at the ‘Dan Scott’ school of motor mechanics (he walks around the jeep kicking the tyres and hitting stuff with a wrench)

 and finally a signalman, he actually spent most of his time putting his hand out of the window and waved other vehicles out the way – though I think normally he also collects the 5 or 10 rupee fair when these vehicles make their airport run

And so we were off - onto the jungle road which was quite frankly not a road, but a pitiful dirt and stone track which wound its way around the hills. Ironically rather like an anaconda or python this snake like road crushes the hills and the communities that live upon them as its condition prevents anybody from holding down a regular job in the city or taking up a place at a school. It is a horrible thought, but people die because funds to hard top these roads find their way into government ministers and workers pockets. There is no chance an ambulance could get to the tribes that live in the forest should they need one - nor could emergency services mount an effective response in a natural disaster (an earthquake destroyed much of this area around a hundred years ago). The Assam state government sleeps soundly at night though as with (i) no electricity and (ii) no communications (there is no mobile coverage), they can claim that nobody ever seems to call upon their services.

Garghanga Forest highway

About 10 minutes in, Uttam pointed out the old ammunitions dump that the Indian army kept a little way into the forest - the road up to here used to be hard topped but the whole place blew up 30 years ago and since then the road has been left to fend for itself against the continual onslaughts of annual monsoons followed by immense heat and herds of wild elephants rampaging through the forests.

It took about an hour and half of being slung from side to side of the cramped Tata to get to the first village. En-route we passed through cool, shady jungles and beautiful scenic valleys packed with fertile rice fields that attracted and keep the tribes living here. This is the land also belongs to the Elephant with signs of their presence everywhere - footprints, large piles of dung and wooden watchtowers placed high in the treetops. The locals here have good relations with the animals – elephants are treated with respect and are largely herded harmlessly away from the crop rather than being feared and attacked.

Parijat has setup three small schools in this area and the first is at Garbhanga - which is the largest village in the area, seemingly because it is the closest to the city and therefore, is a trade hub. The school here is placed opposite the government primary school and caters for the children who come out of class 4 at said institution. The closest alternative for these children is back 17km down that tortuous road where we left Guwahati’s highway and joined the jungle track. It’s three to four hours by foot and impassable by vehicle for much of the year (not that the families around here could afford the 4WD needed). So before Parijat, the kids just didn’t go to school after class 4.

Not that the schooling up to class 4 is up to much. Government schools in India are renowned for not doing the job they ought - this school has over 70 children and just one teacher - when they come to Parijat they have go back to the 'ABC's' they should have learnt in class 1. Parijat's class (5, 6 & 7) have about 20 students and one teacher. The building (hmm check the definition of building as this place is missing three of four walls) is a sad looking bamboo wall, tin roof construction. As we drove away the goats, cows and chickens were inspecting the premises for food.

Garbanga's facilities for Class 5 - 7

The next village was Pahamjila. The bamboo walls and tin roof here was much more substantial and we got to meet many of the children and families who came out to receive charity clothes that Uttam had received from supporters. The families here might not have been starving, but life looked tough. Clothes were dirty, sanitation basic and many older residents use rice beer to hide from the depression. India’s 8-9% economic growth and the glitz and glamour of Bollywood are far removed from these communities.

Children who attend Parijat's centre in Pahamjila

Onto the next village and an even better maintained school - this time with a smart log bridge and bamboo constructed steps made by the students under the management of the school's teacher. This school attracts 50 children from the 0 to 3 km around. Here we witnessed how the government is failing these people - there is a small building in the middle of the village entitled school and post office, built in 1998. However, nobody has seen a schoolteacher or postmaster since the day it was built - it is very possible that somebody, somewhere is getting paid for this job that they are  not doing - but the locals, often illiterate have no knowledge of the Freedom of Information acts or other tools to help hem assert their civil rights.

Parijat's centre at Natun (New) Garbhanga

The Government School / Post Office has not seen a teacher in many years

It was time to head home - on the journey back we saw how the locals do their shopping here. They all travel by foot, motorbike or crammed into the back of a pick up to the market 16kms away near the Pahomi school. We may all be complaining about the omnipresence of supermarkets in the west, but a Tesco metro here would go down a storm.

Working Days

Our days volunteering at Parijat consist of:

(a) Guessing when (or if) our driver will turn up - as the Indian economy explodes - everybody is spending money on cars, but nobody wants to drive themselves. And who can blame them when the roads already resemble a funfair bumper car ride and drivers are so relatively inexpensive (for the middle classes anyway). Unfortunately demand is much higher than supply meaning that drivers can earn three times more than teachers and some (not ours) have annoying little habits like drinking a bottle of rice wine at lunchtime to take off the edge.

(b) Negotiating the traffic to school - its about 14km from door to door, much of which is spent on the wrong side of the road, running red traffic lights or hurtling down country lanes with cows and children just inches away.

Parijat Dairy

(c) Arriving at school, we bid good morning to the small herd of cows in the shed attached to the school campus, remove Tommy (the stinky, adopted street dog who constantly cleans his nether regions) from the school office and set up our computers

(d) Our working day itself is quite varied:

Often we spend hours basically writing Parijat's strategic plan, interspersed either by a brief research session on the internet, kicking Tommy the street dog out of the office, or by a member of Uttam's family bringing us delicious ginger tea, purees or fantastic locally grown rice, home made pickles and vegetables.

Teacher's Workshop

We will normally receive a guest who has read about Parijat in India Today, on the internet or in a Local
paper:

On our first day it was a local representative of Aide et Action (the French version of Action Aid) who we later went to see in Guwahati and gave us a lot of useful information.

A number of headteachers from (private) schools in the area have dropped by to offer free textbooks and other support.

A group from the Asian Institute of Management dropped by to make a documentary about Uttam and offer him an 'Inspiration' prize in their forthcoming celebration of local social and business innovators

CNN's team dropped in to film the school - one of whom seemed to be some kind of 'fixer' (the type western journalists pick up in foreign climes to help them out). His colleagues assured us that who knows every policeman, celebrity, politician and crook (those last two might be the same thing here) in Assam. He apparently can sort out any problem we have in India's NE (I don't think we want the sort of problem he can fix).

We have also gone to meet people:

One day we went to UNICEF, situated in the UN's  heavily fortified complex next to Guwahati's
passport office. We were a little disappointed to be honest. We only went to ask if we could have a copy of the handbook issued by UNICEF explaining the new 'Right to Education' act. The communications officer who met us only seemed to want to put us off - stating that things change and the booklet (published in June 2010) might be out of date, that the government was doing all it could - she didn't seem to get the point that the 502 children at Parijat proved the government was not doing all it could. It seemed that as soon as she had ascertained that we were not part of larger charity she could not really be bothered with us.It seemed to us that rather than aligning itself with political bodies, UNICEF should be focused on helping organisations at the grassroots level, or sorting out why government schools are not doing their job.

ASEB School

We went to see another school - this time paid for by the Assam State Electricity Board. Here the teachers earn multiples of those that work at Parijat. The school was well run, but like many others here the headteacher assumed that we work for a NGO / charity and that we have buckets of money to hand out - we informed her that even if we did then Parijat would be our first priority. However, we did not leave the school empty handed as one teacher, who on realising that Monali had an equally beautiful and charming (Monali's edit) sister in DC, was keen to give us a marriage proposal for her son! Monali did mention the possibility of being related (same Family names), but the teacher was unfazed!!

We normally end the day by playing our favourite  game of 'Find the Driver' (normally playing cricket, chewing paan or hiding in the children's hostel) and then braving the journey home.

As we finish at 3 or 4 pm - we try and work on our return, but a combination of i/ crappy slow internet, ii/ perpetual relative visiting and iii/ rampant mosquitos makes it quite difficult at times.

Questions for Indians

1. Is the working day disturbed by eating and chatting or the eating and chatting day disturbed by working?

2. How can you arrive at a wedding and possibly recognise your second cousin's wife's brother in laws mother?

3. Is there any chance you could stop that awful hacking noise before you spit - thanks.

4. You do realise that the camera on your mobile phone was not desinged solely to take pictures of the sweaty white man?

5. Please turn around....You don't really know how a dual carriagway works, do you?

Introduction to Parijat Academy

We have been planning to spend some time volunteering for 12 months or more. We knew we wanted to work in India (because of Monali's roots) and had originally thought of working as volunteer teachers in a Himalayan school (on the Nepal / India border). However, as we were waiting for Monali's citizenship to finalise we were stuck in the UK until October and with end of year school exams occurring here in India during early December it would not have been helpful for two bumbling idiots like us trying to teach while the children were revising for their important exams.

Uttam with the children of Parijat

So we looked elsewhere focusing on Assam as i) Monali speaks the lingo and ii) if we worked out of Guwahati then we were assured of a decent place to stay (believe me 'hostel' accommodation provided to most volunteers is pretty basic, especially the bathroom -  lets just say at the grand age of 33/34 I'm not sure how long I can maintain the squat position - now I know why yoga is so popular in India!!).

Thanks to the magic of Google we discovered the Parijat Academy on the www.omprakash.org website.

Omprakash is an organisation which tries to link volunteers to needy organisations and is ideal if you are trying to avoid the normal 'volunteer' experience (or glorified donation) which it involves paying 500 quid and rocking up to a location in the middle of the jungle with a load of other backpackers for a week and building a treehouse or something similar to keep you occupied and out of the way of those people actually doing something constructive.

A new concrete classroom costs around £7k or $11k - about the same as the school's annual running costs!

Parijat Academy was started by a man called Uttam Teron in 2003 as a one classroom, four student school. Indeed the initial classroom (now kitchen) still stands outside one of the more substantial new concrete buildings. He has gradually built up the school's roster to over 500 children (though this being India, many often do not come to school) with 19 teachers (including himself) and 10+ classrooms. He provides free education to the children in the community and tries to address those specific children which the government have failed (i.e. drop outs and children passed through the education system as teachers can not be bothered).  His ultimate goal is to improve the life of the community, concentrating on women and children, by also providing a healthcare centre, a disability centre, adult literacy and vocational programmes.

Uttam is a passionate man, full of ideas and energy, but remarkably humble. His work is regularly recognised regionally, has featured nationally (Uttam was voted one of India's 35 youth icons in India Today magazine http://indiatoday.intoday.in/site/Story/113864/Cover%20Story/uttam-teron-right-vision.html) and  now potentially even internationally with the Indian CNN affiliate visiting during the past three days to film his work for the 'Real Heroes' programme (http://www.cnnibnrealheroes.com/) - his award will be presented by the chairman of Reliance Industries March 2011 (Reliance is a huge conglomerate here with like many Indian businesses interests in everything).

In fact one of Uttam's biggest problems (aside from lack of funding) is that he has so much energy and so many good ideas - he finds it difficult to prioritise, what to work on next and as he has had no exposure to techniques used in the modern business world he struggles to convey a structured approach to developing the academy.Until now he has been reliant on individual donations to run the organisation but is constantly under pressure with dwindling resources.

Therefore, we have agreed to help Uttam create a strategic plan for Parijat. We have spent many hours discussing all of the ideas he has, some ideas we have generated and the results of multiple Internet searches for similar organisations, government funding, legal obligations, CSR funding...there are countless resources out there, but with no telephone line we are reliant on one USB 'broadband' (well its broadband until around noon when the rest of the city comes online) connection.

Hopefully we will get the strategic plan finished in good time so that we can spend the remainder of our time here trying to implement some of the ideas. The school is in desperate need of new infrastructure (classrooms and a hostel), a good management structure and some more formalised processes - I think we are going to be doing a lot of this remotely for a few years to come!!

Look how natural we are with kids......

We will try and update a little more regularly now - with some more stories about the organisation, the local community (we travel to a tribal village tomorrow in the jungle!), children's stories, future plans and some of the interesting people we have met!

We will also let you know how you can help if you are interested!!