As you may have read in recent headlines, the state of Andhra Pradesh has spent the last few weeks anxiously awaiting the release of the Srikrishna Committee on Telangana’s report.  The Srikrishna Committee was officially commissioned by the Government of Indian, on February 3rd, 2010, to look into whether  Telangana should be granted independent statehood, or if it should remain part of the current state body, Andhra Pradesh. This issue of division can be traced back to India’s Independence, when national  borders and state lines were being drawn, and the Andhra and Telangana regions were  fused to become what is now AP. For a more detailed explanation of the root of the current Telangana separatist movement, you can start here.The Srikrishna Committee report was originally scheduled to be released on December 31, 2010, but was delayed due to concerns that AP was not prepared to handle the potential fallout from the announcement, and rescheduled for release on January 6th. Thus, after police and paramilitary units have been deployed across the state, many Hyderabad now hunker down at home, avoiding public transport, and waiting for the afternoon’s news.

As is characteristic of separatist movements, the parties involved are extremely passionate about their respective cause, and each cause is, of course, more complex than it first appears. The push for a separate Telangana state is inextricably knotted into a plethora of social, economic, and political issues that exist within AP, and throughout India as a whole. At stake are government job and education “reservations” (a sort of affirmative action or quota system that is intended to promote the advancement of the disadvantaged, but often lands in the hands of politicians eager to offer slots to their own support base,) water access, centers of commerce, government funding, etc. The distinctive scent of xenophobia floats over the whole matter, each group – Telangana and Andhra – resenting the incursion of the other into their lives, eyeing each other suspiciously as potential job usurpers, and painting the “Other” as something horrid. This is slightly baffling to me, as many Andhras have lived in Hyderabad for generations, making them as much a part of the fabric of this community as any other group of people.

Many of the most vocal advocates for Telangana statehood are young, University-aged males, who find their rallying base at Osmania University in Hyderabad. Kara and I have spoken with a number of older teachers and neighbors – both Andhras and Telanganas – who feel that the main public figures and agitators – older men, who have been disgruntled about the union of Andhra and Telangana since it was first formed – are careless with their acerbic rhetoric, and use their public positions to incite the youth to violence. I certainly don’t know enough about the entire movement to declare any sort of judgement on the matter; however, as a pacifist and an advocate of mediated community dialogue in general, I simply cannot accept frequent small-scale riots, bus burnings, transportation disturbances, and city-wide bandhs, as well as all the collateral damage that comes along with them, as justified means of achieving the desired ends.

This morning, I received a hurried call from Neha, one of our teaching assistants at the Railway Girls School. She told me that she had been on her way to the school when her bus was blocked by a large groups of police and boys throwing stones. She realized that many bus routes were being shut down, but managed to find a bus that would take her back home. Unfortunately, that bus also encountered groups of agitators, and the passengers were forced to disembark and find autos to transport them home. While getting off the bus Neha was hit by one of the stones the boys were throwing, which cut her thumb. She’s confirmed that she’ll be fine, but to me, the violence and senseless injury it obviously causes, are upsetting. As you would expect, today’s TMS class at Railway was canceled.

I’m safely waiting things out in Abids, keeping an eye on my Google newsfeed and hoping that as in the case of the recent Ayodhya verdict, the actual reaction to the Srikrishna Committee report will be far calmer than that predicted by some in the media. We’ll know in a few hours.

A few weeks ago, before the exams began and school was off for the winter break, Kara and I handed out a homework assignment aimed at helping our girls imagine what their lives might be like ten years from now. The worksheet was designed to look like the front page of a newspaper (in this case, the imaginary “Railway School Chronicle”), and dated “Thursday November 26th, 2020, with space for a Headline, a cover image, an image caption, and an article. We asked the girls to imagine themselves ten years from now, and to write an article about an accomplishment they’d achieved.

The students’ responses were incredibly creative and wonderful to read. The girls put a lot of effort into finding photos or making collages to match their stories, and their grand ambitions and dreams are evident in the articles they wrote about their future selves. Many of their imaginings are what you might consider the typical dreams of 13 year old girls around the world: surprise stardom, wealth, top athletic achievement, etc. However, if you consider that many of our students’ own mothers, older sisters, or Aunty’s are housewives, it is particularly heartening to see the girls’ desire for success shining through these stories. It is a large leap for some of the students to imagine a career that takes them beyond school and into adulthood – whether that career be in Bollywood, or on the Olympic field.

The class decided to use “Choices and Decision Making” as the theme for their final multimedia piece, and they are currently wrapping up a series of component projects that all touch upon this topic. I hope that by engaging the students in a variety of activities that catalyze creative and critical thought, we can help them explore the wonderful possibilities they can pursue in their future. It’s a well-worn phrase, but I believe it’s quite fitting: If you can perceive it, then you can achieve it!

Below are three students’ homework sheets – click each image to view a larger version on Flickr. To see more students’ “Railway School Chronicle” homework sheets, you can visit “The Railway School Chronicle” Homework Flickr album.

We’re only three days into the New Year, and it’s already off to a great start!

As Kara has shown in previous posts, our classes at Sultan Bazaar have been proceeding wonderfully. After the first class, we divided the class into three groups, each comprised of four or five students, and one teacher. Each group worked together to brainstorm lesson topics for which they could create supplementary classroom multimedia. The three groups independently decided to focus on: Natural Resources, Cotton, and Triangles (the former two being used in natural science classes, and the latter in a maths class.)  With only a few more workshops to go, the students and teachers have been hard at work brainstorming, creating storyboards, writing production plans and scripts, and filming and photographing!

While each student and teacher made her own initial storyboard during the brainstorming process, each group collaborated to eventually choose one storyboard out of the five or six available. Below is a sampling of the wonderful storyboards that the students and teachers produced. Click each image for a closer look! The students’ drawings are great.

Cotton (front)

Cotton (back)

Minerals (Natural Resources)

Badam (front)

Badam (back)

Triangles (front)

Triangles (back)

If you had stopped by to visit us in our apartment this past Thursday afternoon, around 2pm,  you would have found Kara and I desperately trying to wrap our own saris – tangled up like bugs in a web of cloth. We were due to hop an auto in just twenty minutes to head to Railway for the school’s 79th Annual Day Celebrations. Luckily, we have very kind neighbors, and after two knocks on the nearest doors, Smt. Pandya rushed over to save us from a sea of sari fabric. Demanding some safety pins, she happily set to work wrapping us up like presents, enlisting the help of Srilatha, one of the hospital’s young housekeeping staff members. Vandana and Srilataha pleated and turned and tucked and pinned, until Kara and I both looked remarkably clean cut and formal – it was an incredible transformation that I certainly couldn’t have accomplished with my own two hands.

Dressed (and assured that the safety pins would keep us from unraveling half way to Lallaguda,) we said goodbye to our surrogate big sisters/mothers/wise women and headed to the Railway Girls School. When we arrived, the late afternoon sun was sinking quickly into the earth and the school was glowing with the excitement of the teachers and students inside. A big colorful tent had been erected for parents and aunties and uncles and cousins to sit under, and the stage at Railway was set up as on Teacher’s Day – a colorful spread of paper flowers on a table in front of chairs for the guests of honor, a podium, microphones, and a sound table to the side. Mr. Prabhaker greeted us with a huge smile – he beamed like a proud father – and told us that we were free to photograph and do as we like “you are one of us now! You shall be back here [backstage] with us if you like!” I couldn’t have asked for a more heartwarming declaration of acceptance and belonging from the school community.

Kara and I were quickly ushered inside and to the classrooms-turned-dressing rooms (one for the girls playing girls, and one for the girls playing boys!) and swarmed by students who wanted us to take pictures of them in their finery. The costumes were stunning – so colorful and extravagant – and the stage makeup the girls had applied with such expertise (and some help from Shailaja) made them look like little dolls.

Some of the girls had their hair down – a striking contrast to the crisp, neatly tied plaits and bows of the school day – and they all seemed freed and enthused by the change in costume. Some of them looked so stunningly mature and composed in their traditional dance attire – I had a hard time remembering that the little women in front of me, who looked so sure of themselves and their talent, were the same girls who’d been afraid to ask me “why?” four months ago. I am proud to report that every girl in our 8th class seems to have a bit of a performer inside of her, and it is brilliant to watch this small bit of extraordinary confidence assert itself in such a bold way on stage.

After a few hundred pictures in the dressing rooms (really, I’m not exaggerating,) Kara and I stepped into the teacher’s room to sip some tea and have samosas. Almost before we could finish our chai, we were once again set upon by a few teachers and students who kindly helped us adjust whatever odds and ends of our saris had become slightly loose.

Finally, it was time for the program to begin. Kara and I gathered in the computer lab with Preethi (one of our 8th class students,) and Navya, a 10th class former TMS student, to give a small presentation to the official guests of the evening: Sri T.P.V.S.Sekhara Rao (CPO/IR/SCR/SC), Smt. Sujatha J. Prasad (Vice President/SCRWWO/HYB), Sri. P. Srinivasulu (President/Sr.DPO/​HYB). At Mr. Prabhaker’s request, I had edited a small video compilation of the work we’ve been doing this year, as well as some of the work done by students last year. We screened the short film for our guests, and Preethi and Navya gave small, eloquent speeches about how much they love the digital storytelling classes, and the confidence and happiness they fill them with. Hopefully we will be able to post audio from Navya’s speech soon – she agreed to record it for us when classes resume in January.

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After TMS’ presentation, and a peek at the girls’ “handicrafts” display, the official guests took their seats on the stage, and Mme. Janaki proceeded with introductions, followed by speeches from the official guests, the distribution of awards for students who excelled in athletics and who scored high marks on their exams.

Then, at last, we arrived at the part of the evening that all in attendance had been waiting for (the lower standard students sat remarkably patiently in the fading light) – the cultural performances.

Telugu dances, comedy sketches, upbeat performances by the very youngest students with the most frilly costumes, and oddly enough, a little Christmas pageant – everything was absolutely wonderful. The poise, grace, skill, and professional attitude that some of the girls brought to the stage were really remarkable – whatever shyness or hesitancy they felt or exhibited in the classroom simply vanished when they were on stage. They worked the crowd, knew how to make them laugh, threw their entire bodies into every small step and spin, and I have never seen them look so happy.

Mr. Prabhaker, looking on proudly.

The crowd was enthralled and entirely supportive – cheering loudly when the smallest dancers shook their hips and pompoms, and chuckling at the jokes peppering the skits. Watching the faces of those in the audience was almost as fun as watching the performers on stage.

When the last note had left the speakers, and the curtain closed for good, the girls rushed back stage to change into their comfortable kurtas and leggings, transforming back into the thirteen year old girls we’ve come to know so well. It was an honor to meet some of the girls’ elder sisters (former Railway students themselves,) and wonderful to see so many former students greet their old teachers with affection. Railway is an incredible community – doing so much for their girls with whatever little they have – and it shows in the joy that everyone takes in being together to celebrate with dance and song. I feel incredibly lucky to be accepted as real part of this community, and grateful to have such wonderful students and teachers in my life.

For now, I give you a few of the many photos that I took Thursday evening. Soon, we shall have the video of the performances uploaded and edited to so that you too may enjoy them as well. Stay tuned!