10 Final thoughts in these final Fulbright days

I’m in the final days of my Fulbright experience and I’m trying to figure out what to write here.  This blog has been a non-blog for so long and I really feel guilty about it.  But, also out of practice.  What can I write here that will make sense of what I’ve been doing, what I’ve been seeing, and what I’ve been experiencing.  Surely I will need time to think about all of those things.  A co-worker, here in India said to me,” Why didn’t you write more?  You’ll think differently when you get home.”  She’s right.  I will write more, but the posts I make back at home in retrospect will not be ones in the moment, it will be based on memory.  It will be a different kind of post with a different mindset.  I guess that’s why I feel guilty.

So maybe I’ll just start writing, and we’ll see where this all goes.  As this is my final post for my time IN India, I feel like I should kind of sum up my experience and what it has meant to me to be here.

When I first arrived, everything seemed new and different to me, I was experiencing a lot of firsts.  First auto ride, first haggling, first dosa, first shopping experience, first meetings of new friends and co-workers (who have become my friends), first festivals, first temples, first western meal after eating a lot of South Indian food (hahaha), first filter coffee and burning my fingers, first service apartment room (then second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth… won’t miss that), first conversation with wuto drivers, first random acts of kindness, first email from home, first face-time, first whatsapp, first tea from tea stand, first coconut water, first raw mango, first business lunch (and at least 100 more), first bus ride, first train ride, first phone snatching, first return of phone snatching, first police station visit, first coffee at Cafe Coffee Day, first friend, first art class, first Tanjore painting, first time getting sick, first visit to a park…

And so many other firsts, that are probably even more important than the ones I wrote here, but, it will come later…in fact I’m thinking of some now, but they will require pictures.

The truth is, I’ve been overwhelmed by firsts, because I wanted to try and do as much as I could.  This is experience has been my own making, but guided by the fact that I knew I’d be here for four short months.  And it’s true, some of the time seemed to go so very slowly, but most of the time I was kept very busy.  There were moments where I had missed home greatly, but I’ve seriously never doubted for a moment that this is where I wanted to be.  In fact, on my last day of work my friend said to me, “I think you might be Indian.”.  She went on to say she had expected someone different before I showed up.  She never thought that I would take such a strong interest in trying to fit in to the culture.  She never expected me to take to the food and and customs of South Indian life.   I told her, “What else would I do?  I love India!”

And it’s true.  I love India.  I do believe there is something about the cultures, the strength of the people I’ve come across, the ingenuity and history of the sub-continent, the richness and heritage of all that makes India.  Such a vast, wonderful, enticing country.  I’ve still only seen a fraction.

The one thing I dislike about leaving a place like this is I often feel that I’ve only begun understanding certain aspects of the culture, day to day living, spirituality, and people.  I feel that I will be leaving with many more questions.  My thirst for wanderlust keeps going, if I know this part now, then how will I know more next?  What can I do that will take me back to India again and again?  What are the next steps into making sure that I keep up with all the people I’ve met here?

The answer. Stay connected.  It’s easy to say sometimes, and hard to do.  I expect to be overwhelmed a little bit when I get back to the US.  I have new opportunities to investigate, new ventures to start, but there is also the part where I have to get back to my own way of life and navigating my daily life.  Some of it will seem to be mundane, I’m sure.  However, I also think there will be some re-entry culture shock.  You see, I’m not returning home as the same person.  I will be effected by what my experiences have been here.  How can it not be?  Experiences shape who we are.  We may not notice the effects quickly, but they are there.  I’ve made a whole lot of promises to myself to do this, or to do that, but the truth is, over time we’ll see what happens.

There are a few lessons I’ve learned while being away:

  1.  I can communicate to get my needs met.  When left to my own devices, I can make it on my own.  I can figure out how to meet my basic needs, and then some.  I have the ability to navigate a culture that isn’t my own, without use of local languages.  Many people here do have some working knowledge of English, but I only relied on the mutual understanding of simple words and numbers.  And really, that’s sometimes all you need.  In the grand scheme of things, it’s not how many words we know, it’s how we can effectively communicate with the words…and gestures help too.
  2.  I can be patient and wait.  This is a fact of life anywhere in the world.  Your mom always says,” Be patient”, and she’s right.  Many times I just had to remind myself of that wisdom when waiting for something to happen, because in most cases it will.  It’s important to make time for time.  There is this funny sign in Pondicherry that says,” Give time a break”.  It’s become a joke among me and my Fulbright friends. BECAUSE it’s so true.  Wait –Things will work out.  Wait– before responding.  Wait — it will change.  Not everything needs to be in a rush all the time, and not everything needs an answer right away.  IF we can learn to be patient with ourselves, imagine what can come when we “give time a break”.
  3. I can be open.  I am open to many different kinds of experiences.  I really am.  I found myself doing things I wouldn’t normally do back home for a variety of reasons.  Usually we may close ourselves off from experiences and ideas out of fear or being uncomfortable.  It’s important to acknowledge feelings, but it’s also important to act on some of those feelings.  When I first came here, I had no idea where I was.  I didn’t know where to walk, where to ride, or how to get places.  The uncertainty of it all scared me a little.  BUT- I knew I would be living here for the next four months.  I had to get out and see what was out there. So what did I do?  I walked.  I was jet lagged, tired, overcome by heat and pollution. BUT- I walked.  I made a huge circle in the Nungambakkam area of Chennai.  And let me tell you, it WAS overwhelming.  But it broke the ice.  Nothing bad happened.  I know that sometimes I can hold myself back at home– fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear that I’ll fail myself.  But the truth is, if I don’t get out there and be open to the possibilities (good or bad) I can’t learn anything.
  4. I can let people help me.  I am someone who likes to rely on herself.  No doubt about it.  It can be very challenging for me to accept help from others, even when I know I need it.  I have been trying to learn that it’s ok to need help and accept help from others.  It is not a personal failure.  There were a few times in India where I needed help.  I wanted to come off strong and independently minded, but the truth is, I couldn’t have made it through this experience without the kindness and strength of other people.  In my classroom I even tell students that each of us have a variety of strengths, so why is it so difficult for me to follow my own lessons? Because we all have that voice inside our heads, and mine usually says,”I can do it myself.” Well, I’m learning that even though I think that, it’s not always the case.  In fact, there are many instances when I’ve accepted the kindness of strangers on this trip, including just last week, when my phone was stolen.  People came up to me (about 30) and asked if I was ok.  Then another man came up to me and immediately pulled out his laptop and help me turn on “find my iphone” ap.  I also experienced this kind of help when I first got here to help me find housing.  People who I didn’t even know were offering me help to find a place to live!  I can accept help, people who are just like me are offering it because they can offer it, not because I failed.
  5. I can connect with others. I know I’m an outsider looking in when I’m here in Chennai. Most people think I’m a tourist, or hanging out in between flights to somewhere else.  But,  I think the people I see regularly and interact with realize that I am here to build personal and cultural connections.  They realize that I want to be a part of their lives, just as I want them to be a apart of mine in someway.  Maybe it just starts with being considerate and acknowledging each other with greetings, but there have been several instances where a greeting turned into a friendship.  One of the most profound examples I have of that is going to the same coffee shop almost everyday.  For months I had been going  a Cafe Coffee Day in Anna Nagar, and I had always seen this woman there working, reading, or something.  BUT, we never talked. Until about 6 weeks ago, I got back from my trip and we both just said hello to each other.  That exchange led to many conversations over coffee each morning and now we are friends.  She is someone who I instantly connected with as soon as we started talking to each other.  I can’t believe it took us 2 months to start talking.  But it doesn’t matter, because we did.  Building connections is what I think travel and education is all about.  It’s the main reason we’re all alive and living together on this earth.  To have a personal connection with someone is to learn to understand the similarities and differences between ourselves, to accept change and foster new ideas, to reach a level of awareness that we’re all here on earth trying to connect in some way.
  6. I can just try.  If I don’t try, nothing will happen.  If I do– the possibilities are innumerable.
  7. I can give myself a break when I need one.  There were definitely times when I felt overwhelmed by aspects of this experience.  It could have been the research, the pressure of the Fulbright, or the project I was to complete, or even the day to day life.  Sometimes, you need to treat yourself, find a way to get away from it all, or just find something small in your day that is familiar and makes you happy.  For me, that was having Western food every once in a while.  I do LOVE Indian food, but some times I really craved the familiarity of a waffle, or pretzels.  Many times I forced that on my co-workers by bringing in treats from the United States.  There were a lot of jokes made about my eating habits at work.  And that’s fine! I didn’t have  a way to cook, but my co-workers would share their lunches with me everyday!  At times I felt so guilty that I would try to make some contribution to your lunch by bringing in nuts, pretzels, dried cranberries, chocolate.  It became such a joke that my mentor called it “nuts and bolts” of lunch.  But, I needed those items in my life, and I wanted to make some kind of contribution to their lunch, since they were so kind and willing to give me some of theirs.  (And everything they shared was soooo good)
  8.   I can be an outsider looking in, and its ok.  I was pretty confident that I would be able to share what I knew about art education in the United States when I got here, but I was unsure about how I was going to try to share all of my ideas.  Well, I got over that as soon as I was asked to create a workshop for my co-workers at NalandaWay.  It was good that it happened quickly, it was kind of like how you’re supposed to remove a band aid.  QUICKLY!  I jumped right in and got to work as soon as I got to Chennai.  Within a week I was planning a full day workshop, which led to a lot of other opportunities to work within NalandaWay.  I helped navigate some of their research to create additional modules for their projects and also create my curriculum for art and yoga.  However, it also opened me up to what I didn’t know.  I hadn’t learned much about art education in India and the role non-profits play in providing arts programming to schools in need before I came here.  Almost ALL schools need the arts programming in India, and NalandaWay is working hard to provide meaningful engagement. But, what was my role?  What could I contribute to this organization to help modify their program and  to meet the needs of children in India.  I was very curious about how a westerner like me could understand the variety of needs.  However, I was lucky enough to visit schools, and learn about the structure of schools, how classes are taught, and just how a school day runs.  This provided me with a lot of perspective and understanding about how the school day works and how teachers and students interact.  Acknowledging what I didn’t know helped me to adjust my role and step back.  In this way, I could be open to learning about the developing social and emotional needs of children here, their school infrastructure and education, as well as arts foundation and cultural needs.  Sometimes it’s good to be the outsider, because people want you to see and know what’s happening.
  9. Give a little, and then give some more.  No matter where I have been on this journey, I’ve always learned that you can give.  It doesn’t really matter what you’re giving as long as it’s something.  For me, that took on many forms.  No one can doubt the existence of poverty in India.  It’s staggering to come right off the plane and wake up the next morning to find that wherever you go, whatever you’re doing there will be someone in need.  In critical need.  From the beggars on the street, to people who have very low paying jobs, to the school that have very little infrastructure, to the servers at western restaurants, to the restroom cleaners, to the hotel staff.  I have given financially, I’ve given food, I’ve given kindness, I have given conversation, I have given smiles, I have given pictures, I have given clothes, I have given water.  But nothing compares to what I have been given.  For every thing that I have given, people have given me back more than I could ever imagine.  Being a stranger in this country is pretty obvious.  But I have never met a population of people where kindness is the main tenant of life.  I have witnessed so many random acts of kindness on almost every street I have walked or ridden on.  I have seen people literally pick people up from a dangerous predicament.  If I’ve learned anything in India, it is that giving doesn’t take away from a person, it doesn’t hurt, and it doesn’t take much.  We can all afford to give– whatever it means, whatever definition you subscribe to.  People will accept what you give and often return that favor times 10.
  10. I can take many pictures, and write down many things, but nothing will compare to the memories and pictures that live within the walls of my head, the emotions I’ve felt along the way or time that I spent with people.  Those are the only true things that exist.  From now on, everything will be a slightly different story, based on memory, based on past experiences, based on the time I spent.  The moments have passes and have shaped and created new knowledge, but it is not only based on experiences and not the present.  I hope that even though I will continue to write and remember, that I can stay as true as possible to how it was, and not how it seems.

So those are a few lessons learned.  I hope to share many more when I return as I settle back in to my “regular” life.  India is an amazing place to live, see and wander.  I will be back and I cannot wait.  I am going to miss living in Chennai.  I’m going to miss my hot commute and regular coffee at Cafe Coffee Day.  I’m going to miss my “business” lunch, and all my co-workers and friends who have made my experience so unforgettable.  I’m going to miss shopping in my neighborhood to get my fruits from the fruit stand, and the man at the local corner shop where I get my water.  I’m going to miss chatting with the Auto guys who tell me their political view and talk about American politics or all the places they can name in America.  I’m going to miss walking around and people randomly starting conversations just because they want to show off how much English they know.  I’m going to miss the smiles and the friendly children who wave to me as we’re stuck in traffic or passing each other on the street.  Chennai will be in my heart, it’s left it’s imprint… and it’s deep.


On the way to Pondicherry.
Serenity Beach.
Sneak shot in FRRO.
School visit outside of Chennai.
My neighborhood.
Reflections while commuting.
A Pongal kolam.
Amazing co-workers (and now friends).
My NalandaWay crew.
One of the buses I took to/from Chennai to Pondicherry.
Uh-oh, a flat.
Yes please.
Cow decorated for Pongal.
Walkabout near my neighborhood.
A crafts teacher I met from a private school.
Visiting a movement class in a rural area outside of Chennai.
Aren’t I lucky?
Children’s choir performance, and my friend Manju leading them.
Mentor, friend, the one and only Uma.
After the mural, kids!
The start of the Tanjore painting class.
Hip hop and attitude at the park in my neighborhood.
Auto with a shrine to all faiths!


5 thoughts on “10 Final thoughts in these final Fulbright days

  1. What you see in the world is a reflection of your own thoughts… What you experienced here was beautiful, for you are beautiful as a person 🙂
    What you wrote was beautiful, I love your perspective and love how you filled these four months with different experiences.
    love, Neha


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