One day I got a letter from a young man called Richard. He
explained that he was a manager with a multinational computing company but he
wanted to do something more value-based with his life. He had heard about our
work, “could I come and work with you?” he asked. Intrigued I met him. I
explained that any salary we might offer would be a fraction of what he was
earning in the private sector. “I’ve considered this” he replied, “and I still
want to do it, if you’ll have me.” We
did and Richard started work supporting people with fledgling ideas and
projects. He was good at it and became enormously popular with the rest of the
team.One day I was wandering round the second floor of the HQ in
London. There was someone working at a desk I hadn’t seen before. This was a
new intern called Pooja. She explained she was from India and was working in
the UK for a year.
To cut a long story short Pooja and Richard fell head over
heels in love. All went well until the time came for Pooja to return to India.
Richard was crestfallen. I thought there
was only one solution to the problem. Richard should follow Pooja to India if
he wanted. We also had the idea that perhaps they could both start to work with
social entrepreneurs in India based on the same methods and philosophy we had
developed in the UK. They both leapt at the chance. The foundation gave them a
small grant to get them started and off they went.
I’ve kept in touch with them on and off over the last 6
years and they’ve kept me posted about their romance and also their journey in
setting up an organisation aimed at the changing the entire country! The name
says it all: UnltdIndia. As this new own organisation approached its 5th
birthday last month I went over with two friends to visit Richard and Pooja in
Mumbai, to see their new organisation and to meet the people they are
supporting. This was like the grandfather visiting his children and meeting the
grandchildren for the first time.
I wasn’t disappointed. Brimming over with pride is more like
the emotion I felt. These two have founded an organisation, secured funds and
already have a strong track record of supporting people who have developed innovative
projects over a vast array of social activities. In the short time I had with
them I met 7 of their “investees” – people in whom they had invested time and
money. I met Krishna who like Richard
has given up an excellent job with a major consultancy to develop on-line
education for the most promising children from the most deprived backgrounds. I
met Khusboo who having been brought up in an orphanage decided to play her part
by taking education to orphans and destitute girls. I met the irrepressible Ashok
who has developed sports projects to reach out to school drop outs to help them
re-engage with the education system. Successful? Well the International Football
Federation thinks so and have given him full backing.
Some social projects have taken off and are now employing
staff and generating profits which are ploughed
back into the communities they serve. When Pooja explained that we were
visiting a project which organises visit for tourist around one of India’s
biggest slums we didn’t know what to expect. At the appointed hour our uniformed
tour guide picked us up. We could have been going on safari. Down town
we met up with other tourists at a centre where there were 5 or 6 other groups with
their own guides. These were the guides
from Reality Tours, a social business set up to provide visits to Dharavi a huge
slum housing 1 million people who exist through their own efforts at recycling
plastic and tin cans, collecting scrap metal and making simple pottery. As we
picked our way through narrow lanes reeking of poverty we passed barefoot
children who all asked in perfect English, “what is your name?” Our tour guide
Nilesh piled on the depressing facts – the slum is about 150 years old, it
houses 1 million people, there are 700 toilets – that’s 1 for every 1500
people...” Yet we also saw signs of hope.
The profits generated by the tours have funded a school, sports teams, out of
school classes, a cricket team with more plans for the future. But as we
visited the “businesses” seeing people dressed in rags crushing plastic with
machinery which would be condemned as an outrageous health risk in other
countries or scrubbing tens of thousands of tin cans with their bare hands so
they could be sold to be used again I was left with only one thought – someone is
making a lot of money out of this and it isn't the good people of Dharavi.
Two nights later I went back to school. After driving almost
2 hours into the suburbs accompanied by Roshan from UnltdIndia I found myself
sitting at a desk, in a classroom full of pupils at 8pm in the evening. The
desk could have been the very desk I sat at in Scotland 50 years ago. Initials
were carved into it. The surface covered in a tartan of long dried ink stains.
The teacher was lively and demanding of the pupils. They were fresh faced and
answered his questions eagerly with not a hint of tiredness you might expect
from children who had been working all day long.
We were visiting Masoom Night School which provides
education for children who to support their families have to work all day. One
of them wrote this verse which describes it better than I can:
They work in the
day
They study at night
They are tea stall boys
They are domestic workers
They are courier boys
They are sweepers
But they have the hope
and the determination
to someday make it right.
- Priti J Nair
They study at night
They are tea stall boys
They are domestic workers
They are courier boys
They are sweepers
But they have the hope
and the determination
to someday make it right.
- Priti J Nair
I met Nikita the organiser, brains, energy and sheer inspiration
behind the project. She explained that for over 100 years there have been night
schools in India but they have become moribund attracting tired and motiveless
teachers with no resources and less energy. The children who attend do not
improve let alone pass their exams.
Nikita who had no background in education decided to do something about this.
She gave up her job as an administrator and planned her first night school. A night school with a difference – where the children were given a hot meal after
their days work before they went into the classroom, where Nikita assembled
modern educational resources, where she went and talked to the teachers to give
them encouragement and support. Now she
runs 15 schools with 850 pupils attending every day. “Has their educational
performance improved? ” I asked. “We have every pupil independently tested at the
beginning of our courses, at the end they sit the public exams. Our pupils have improved
by 36% compared to others”. In that run
down school with its old school desks were worker children being given a chance
to pass exams that would be a vital milestone in improving their lives. Inspiring
doesn’t describe it.
As for the love story between Richard and Pooja. They aren’t
pursuing that for the moment rather they are focussing their efforts and love
on all of these projects they are helping to support.
“And what about the camino John?” I hear you say. “You said
this blog would only be about camino related things”. And so I did. That’s
where the magic of the camino comes in.
On that long journey from the centre of Mumbai out to the
suburbs, thousands of miles away from Spain and Santiago, Roshan and I got
chatting about religion, Hinduism, the temples we’d visited. “Where do you
live?” he asked. “In Santiago de Compostela” I explained, “There are
pilgrimages routes to there, have you heard of it?” “I’ve read Paul Cohelo’s
book the Pilgrimage twice and I hope to walk to Santiago in the Spring...I can’t
stop thinking about it...do you know what I mean?”
Oh yes Roshan, I know what you mean. That’s another love story.
