
A kids' summer camp where as a volunteer you are expected to be up by 4:45 AM, help the 90 odd kids, get up and brush ... get them to drink customary 2 glasses of water, exercise, bath and be ready for flag hoisting in an hour, help them with their yoga and pranayama while Acharya leads the session, help serve breakfast, help kids down the breakfast and funny tasting health drink, take classes on human values, serve lunch and dinner conduct out-of-the-ordinary art classes, drama classes, come up with new and exciting games for the games session, teach bhajan and sloka in the evening bhajan class, organize culturals/daily talent show after dinner and then ensure kids are asleep by 10:15PM, attend volunteer meetings till 11:00 PM and then if some steam is still left, practice the martial art Danda so you are ready for the next day's danda class at 6 AM. In between all this find time to wash urself and your clothes, eat food, document the sessions, practice danda, plan and brainstorm cultural programs for the last day fest, sort out some fights among kids, heal some bruises with love and hugs, some with dettol and cotton, attend a few sick kids, clean the camp and some other stuff I cant think of right now!!! Of course I didnt know any of this before I landed as a volunteer at Ravirala-the summer camp place in Hyderabad, but I cant imagine how easily I fell into this routine and how much I enjoyed the journey of self discovery.
Quite unexpectedly I went to this summer camp for 8-14yr old kids, a vacation of sorts where I chose to be a volunteer while my 5 yr old son could be a participant. Unexpected it was because .. when my friend was extolling the virtues of this particular values-based teaching summer camp,
it never did occur to me that I actually could be a part of all this. It was when I was narrating the conversation verbatim to my husband, he impulsively said why dont you have this experience ... of serving .. learning ... discovering about yourself.
I was bowled over and thought what an experience it would be for me and my son. My friend.. bless her heart did a reality check with me quite often to get me used to the idea of a very basic, rough and brash summer camp where 6 hr sleep is a luxury, mattress is unheard of, and yoga and pranayama are the cure for fever, body aches, etc. Not to mention the language barrier - as most classes, talks, lectures would all be in Telugu. I thought my Hindi and English would come to my rescue while interacting with kids, parents and other volunteers.
The thought of returning back to basics excited me as much as it intimidated me. But the seed was sown and there was no returning back. So pack I did .. as few essentials as I would need because as a volunteer we had to follow the dress code of white salwaar kameez with red bandhni dupatta.