<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394</id><updated>2012-01-14T15:47:00.278+05:30</updated><category term='Getting Started at CINI (Blog 1)'/><category term='Diary Writing Session'/><category term='Journal Session'/><category term='Getting to Work (Blog 2)'/><category term='Character Session'/><category term='Performance and Story Telling Session'/><category term='Disha Foundation'/><category term='Writeherewritenow'/><category term='Article'/><category term='Arts as Therapy'/><title type='text'>Choice</title><subtitle type='html'>A Youth Leadership Initiative</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>choice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505189694632409364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-6893979460625587468</id><published>2009-08-15T12:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:45:44.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Curtain Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My CHOICE internship has almost come to an end. This is my last month. I have had a wonderful time working with SAPPHO and KALAM. Both the organisations offered me a space to learn and disseminate my own learnings. Whilst KALAM had me take a more creative role through the workshops i took and facilitated it also allowed me the ground for an ethnographic study of a certain community of children who come from the disadvantaged part of the society. This has helped me further in understanding and continuing work in this field. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SAPPHO took me to a whole new world. For the uninitiated its a lesbian support group and to actually be able to be part of their work, advocacy and mission was a huge boost to me. It allowed me to closely observe the nascent lesbian community in Kolkata. Look at and adress issues related to health, support structure and expression. I have been associated majorly with some basic archiving and data collection work and in helping with the Queer Conference which was held earlier this year. Both were extremely self satisfying and learning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today as i am about to complete my last few days of the internship i feel a bit nostalgic and sad that this had to come to an end, however i do feel privileged to have been a part of this learning process which gave me a first hand insight into the workings of a NGO model and practical fieldwork in undersatnding the people, community and children i want to work with in the near future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-6893979460625587468?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6893979460625587468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=6893979460625587468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6893979460625587468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6893979460625587468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/08/curtain-call.html' title='The Curtain Call'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1966552464836201397</id><published>2009-07-18T14:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:18:56.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Last Shot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGmPRCkp2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YC7RAgSoT1g/s1600-h/Bunch+II+558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGmPRCkp2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YC7RAgSoT1g/s200/Bunch+II+558.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359747812750042978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRQJP-WPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VDJQ5LzLgQ8/s1600-h/Bunch+II+552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRQJP-WPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VDJQ5LzLgQ8/s200/Bunch+II+552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359724738094455026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRPxZhWiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NsbNXRrtSEE/s1600-h/Bunch+II+549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRPxZhWiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NsbNXRrtSEE/s200/Bunch+II+549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359724731692046882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRPjfSqhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CeioCdIHg2g/s1600-h/Bunch+II+543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRPjfSqhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CeioCdIHg2g/s200/Bunch+II+543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359724727958153746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRPWVWMWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zRddwUZFGyo/s1600-h/Bunch+II+541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRPWVWMWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zRddwUZFGyo/s200/Bunch+II+541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359724724426781026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRO3NJdnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/t8ru8cAmcgM/s1600-h/Bunch+II+524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGRO3NJdnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/t8ru8cAmcgM/s200/Bunch+II+524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359724716070893170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final stint at CHOICE has come to an end.&lt;div&gt;These are some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; photographs that the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photo therapy&lt;/span&gt; session produced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now have a treasure trove of such photographs which can be used n a variety of ways in the future. As reader's might remember, my project was to have ended in an awareness exhibition. However, due to financial constraints this has been shelved, for the time being. Instead I'm putting together a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;docu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; using these photographs, health economics, and a bit of my journey. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ratna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Dr.D.Chatterjeeare being very helpful. Fun Fact: I still have to find an editor, who'll work for free! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a little worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping to have round it up by mid-August.. Seagull Open House is coming up, so I'm really very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though my internship has come to an end, I have decided to keep visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lumbini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; a couple of times a month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inexorably&lt;/span&gt; linked to the place and the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But an expanse of bittersweet feelings surface with the knowledge that CHOICE itself will be winding up.. It's been over a year, and I've learnt so so very much from every person I've interacted with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without CHOICE and Seagull the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;photo therapy&lt;/span&gt; project would not have been possible. It's opened up several exciting avenues. I feel much more confident about the project and it's usefulness and perhaps even necessity. I think it's a great form of therapy and we've hit upon some brilliant photographer's :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all eagerly looked forward to Friday mornings, which is when we usually had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photo therapy&lt;/span&gt; sessions at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lumbini&lt;/span&gt;. They gradually eased into the classes, and by the end of it, some of them were really looking forward to handling the camera and coming up with beautifully framed shots. I have to admit that I was tremendously shaky when the project started, but at the end of it, looking back I feel tremendously grateful and a great deal more confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am eagerly looking forward to the completion of a documentary and future projects with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photo therapy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if it weren't for CHOICE it wouldn't even exist..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a great great experience working here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;we'll&lt;/span&gt; all keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; into each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1966552464836201397?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1966552464836201397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1966552464836201397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1966552464836201397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1966552464836201397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-shot.html' title='The Last Shot.'/><author><name>Puck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763290649561988819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/TUD4xQeDDoI/AAAAAAAAARM/GulQVyJrl1U/s220/Photo%2B4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SmGmPRCkp2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YC7RAgSoT1g/s72-c/Bunch+II+558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1869163069601314298</id><published>2009-07-12T20:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:41:47.957+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Up</title><content type='html'>As I sit down to write my last Choice post, I realize I'm not sure where to begin. Summing up a year's experience of anything is hard. Summing up a year's opportunity to work in a field you've been passionate about is even harder. I've said this before, but I'll say it again: I am and will always be grateful to the Choice programme of Seagull to have given me the support I needed to enter this field. I don't think I'd have been able to start working with Sanved sans a project like Choice. Yes, I'd known Sohini di much before I heard of Choice. I'd also worked as a volunteer for her and told her I would love to work for her on a regular basis. But Sanved is a small organization, and did not have the resources to create employment for someone like me. I truly believe that when you want to work in the development sector, where funds are low, and, even more so, if you are drawn to a small NGO because of the innovative work it does, it helps immensely if there is an intermediary organization/agency that acts as a link between you and the organization you want to work with. In this respect what Choice does is invaluable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the best part of being a Choice intern with Sanved was I got the chance to put into practice all that I'd studied as a graduate student. My work with Sanved was an uncanny extension of my final thesis. In my thesis I researched how performance can be used to rehabilitate and empower women who have been abused. While working with Sanved I used theatre as a tool for empowerment in my sessions with the girls at Apne Aap Women Worldwide. Almost every week I would take sessions geared towards making them more comfortable with their bodies and more confident as women. Admittedly, these were the classes I looked forward to the most. Looking back, I can think of a couple of girls who I saw transform in the course of my sessions with them. Nothing can beat that feeling when you see girls who were reserved, withdrawn and acutely self-conscious gradually become confident, articulate and comfortable with their identities. Another girl seemed to have a natural knack for acting and performing. Watching her take on roles in short skits we would stage in the class was so wonderfully rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I will hold this year-long experience close to my heart is that it strengthened my conviction that drama therapy was the area I wanted to work in. There is always the possibility that when you actually work in the field, you realize that it may not be what you had thought it would be or that you aren't cut out for it. But during this year, I never tired of the work; nor did I feel I wouldn't manage. I kept learning on the job, thinking and rethinking session plans based on the responses I got. Gaining experience in preparing classes, changing modules according to the needs of the participants was additionally advantageous. Indeed, I think I managed to do nearly everything I'd wanted to do during this internship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, working with Sanved made me much clearer of my assets and shortcomings as a drama therapist (if I can call myself that). I'm a lot more confident about facilitating sessions. I don't know if I'm a good facilitator, but I know what I can do to become better. I know I need to develop counselling skills in the long-run because verbal counselling is an important part of my work as well. One of my future objectives is to enroll in a course in counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next year, as an employee of Sanved, I hope to develop my skills in the area further and conceptualize at least one rights-based performance. I'm also looking forward to  devising sessions for HIV infected children in my monthly classes with Offer, an NGO working with HIV patients. I'm sure there will be other projects that will come up as interest in alternative forms of therapy increases; I'm fortunate to be working with an NGO that is at such an exciting stage in its life. But none of this would have been possible had Choice not given me a grant to build my experience in this field. Thank you, Choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1869163069601314298?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1869163069601314298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1869163069601314298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1869163069601314298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1869163069601314298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrapping-up.html' title='Wrapping Up'/><author><name>Shuktara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650997048515207961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-3104862169435797785</id><published>2009-07-01T08:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:53:14.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chetana Resource Centre</title><content type='html'>One of the primary and important additions to Sappho since its inception has been its resource centre. It houses some of the best films and books on LGBT issues from India and across the world. It also archives News paper clippings, articles and journals related to Queer issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the duties i was given as an intern for some weeks had been to archive and make a proper registry of the library holdings. It was quite interesting since i love reading books and articles, and every time a name struck interesting to me i got the book and article out and keeping my work aside read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library is free and open to anyone who is working on these issues or are just interested. It does not have lending facilities but you may read it there or get relevant portions photocopied. Not too many people know about this and i thought i should share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details check out: www.&lt;cite&gt;&lt;b&gt;sappho&lt;/b&gt;kolkata.org/&lt;b&gt;chetana&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-3104862169435797785?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3104862169435797785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=3104862169435797785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/3104862169435797785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/3104862169435797785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/07/chetana-resource-centre.html' title='Chetana Resource Centre'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1050975513952850964</id><published>2009-06-16T21:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:04:00.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dialogues 2009</title><content type='html'>Dialogues- The Queer film festival organised by Sappho for Equality and Pratyay Gender Trust was back this year with a bigger bang. Due to my post- graduation hectic schedule i could not be a part of the planning session for the festival. However i was a volunteer during the festival and the crowd could at best be described as Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some very interesting films that were shown. Parvez Sharma's Jehad for Love being a personal favourite. (which i incidentally saw last year at another film festival). What many people do no know is that Parvez used to live in our own city many years back before moving to the States. The film depicted islam and sexuality as opposing forces and how a group of muslim gay men wanted to reconcile them in their own ways. It was a beautiful saga. Poignant and moving. (Can i add at this point that i will be meeting Parvez in person later next month at the World Outgames Human Rights Conference.  *wink wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short film section was very intersting too- Creative and informative. Films like 'Gender Trouble', 'Milind Soman made me Gay', 'Pablo' and the very brilliant 'Are we talking Straight' made us sit up and take notice. 'Are we talking straight' was a docu fature made in Kolkata on the occasion of Anti homophobic day. It was quite shocking to see youth voices screaming about the unnaturalness of same sex love and how it is a psychological problem that can be cured parallel to voices from other people who understand and support the right of individual freedom and expression. The film was a jolting revelation of the truth we fail to see in our own idealistic lives and the attitude of the general populace towards homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly but not least i would like to talk about Shameem sarif's 'The world unseen' a story of two indian women in 1952's apartheid South africa. The film was beautiful and laced with strong performances by Lisa ray, nandana sen, and sheetal seth. Last heard it still hasnt got clearance for a theatrical release in india but the festival allowed us to watch the film which we might not be able to see anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival boasted of a strong mix of viewers- from Tv stars to activists, academics and film makers. It truly paved the way for discussion and debates on the stigma and celebration of love- two sides of the same coin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1050975513952850964?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1050975513952850964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1050975513952850964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1050975513952850964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1050975513952850964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/06/dialogues-2009.html' title='Dialogues 2009'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5877934204380776737</id><published>2009-05-14T14:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:07:57.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Ankur" and then some</title><content type='html'>Continuing from where I left off in my last post, our work with Shaw Public School culminated in an hour-long performance on the 9th and 10th of April. There were six of us from Kolkata Sanved who choreographed and stitched together the performance. The Kolkata-based band, Friends of Fusion, handled the music; they selected and trained the choir and performed the songs and instrumental pieces live. This was another exciting feature of the process: developing the music and movement for the performance. It was a wonderfully collaborative venture with both the music and the movements influencing and shaping each other. The underlying theme of the performance (which we named &lt;em&gt;Ankur: Rebirth&lt;/em&gt;) was the need for environmental conservation and human sensitivity to other forms of life. We set &lt;em&gt;Ankur&lt;/em&gt; in the Himalayas and the animals and birds we showcased (all brilliantly enacted by the Nursery and Kindergarten children!) comprised highly endangered species.The songs which were performed included Satyajit Ray's &lt;em&gt;Aha ki ananda&lt;/em&gt;, Rabindranath Tagore's &lt;em&gt;Akash bhara surya-tara&lt;/em&gt; and Sting's &lt;em&gt;Fragile&lt;/em&gt;. Poems like Emily Dickenson's &lt;em&gt;Hope&lt;/em&gt;, an original piece by the school's Hindi teacher and a couple of verses by Tagore were weaved into the presentation. The fact that this was an open-air production heightened its effect and, I think, enhanced what we were trying to convey through it. I'll try and get some photos of the performance to put up here.The girls were incredibly enthusiastic and hardworking and I am looking forward to working with them more when the new session of the school begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Shaw Public School performance came to an end, it's been back to office work: report writing, grant applications and the like. I did, however, conduct a class with the girls in Apne Aap on faith and spirituality. I asked them to enact individually (and then in groups) what faith meant to them. Once again, I was struck by their astute observations and clarity of thought regarding concerns like religious fundamentalism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internship with Choice is drawing to a close, a thought that saddens me a bit because I'm not a big fan of (good) things coming to an end. There are times when I think the past year just zipped by, while at other times, I feel like I've grown a lot in this field during these twelve months. But these thoughts call for a separate post, which I shall write soon enough :-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5877934204380776737?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5877934204380776737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5877934204380776737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5877934204380776737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5877934204380776737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/05/ankur-and-then-some.html' title='&quot;Ankur&quot; and then some'/><author><name>Shuktara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650997048515207961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-8985323896153241866</id><published>2009-04-20T20:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:29:04.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Conference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SeyNpr9V_aI/AAAAAAAAAvo/DuBzHVhPNjo/s1600-h/Queer+conf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SeyNpr9V_aI/AAAAAAAAAvo/DuBzHVhPNjo/s400/Queer+conf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326788206586625442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queer Thoughts, the national conference organized by Sappho for Equality which was held on the 10th and 11th April, saw a very good turnout. Delegates had come from abroad and other parts of India, either to present a paper or just support the cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some very thought provoking stuff discussed which ranged from Dr Dhar talking about Freud, Lacan and psychonalysis to Sutanuka talking about polymorphosity and the multiplicity of identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presented the first paper of the conference and am glad to say it went off rather well. I spoke about identifying and locating the 'Queer' identity in Popular Indian Culture (which was mainly films). I spoke at length about Fire and My brother Nikhil and also comparing it to more 'general' films like Honeymoon travels Pvt Ltd. and how the identity has changed over time. The Queer man from being the ridiculed character in side role to taking over as the mainstream serious hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other papers were quite good too. In particular I like Niluka's paper on Disability and Sexuality in the Sri Lankan context. Also noteworthy was Monidipa's paper on Kari( a graphic novel by amruta patil on a lesbian girl) Its important to see how the proliferation of the different kinds of media has given it a more wider readership and understanding in terms of both engaging the heteronormative audience and in interrogating the flailing gender theories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pramada Menon comments on joining the academic space with the activist's voice was another point worth thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;All in all the conference went off rather well and I am looking forward to more such events in the near future. Next on the cards is The Queer film festival (June or July, i will know exact dates soon) at Max Mueller Bhaban later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Photo courtesy Niluka Gunawardena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-8985323896153241866?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8985323896153241866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=8985323896153241866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8985323896153241866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8985323896153241866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference.html' title='The Conference!'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SeyNpr9V_aI/AAAAAAAAAvo/DuBzHVhPNjo/s72-c/Queer+conf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-2730575358288375516</id><published>2009-04-06T21:22:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:25:43.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lumbini. The Start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Over the last month, I started frequenting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lumbini&lt;/span&gt; Park Mental hospital. Tucked away in a corner of New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ballygunge&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inconspicuous&lt;/span&gt; and harmless yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt; houses one of the 3 mental hospitals in the city, where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ANJALI&lt;/span&gt; runs it's rehab programmes. On my very visit, I was there to attend the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Basanta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utsab&lt;/span&gt;" (Spring Festival) organised by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ANJALI&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;interact&lt;/span&gt; with them, cos the place was flooded with guests and they themselves, were flushed with the performances they'd put up.&lt;div&gt;The first impression of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lumbini&lt;/span&gt;, left me quite shaken. The narrow corridors, the dingy dorms, the rough beds, the cage in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; ward, where the warden sat under a fan, chit chatting... and mostly, the faces, of all the inmates..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea of starting photo therapy there, had grown and fermented in my head. I had spoken to both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ANJALI&lt;/span&gt;, and CHOICE, about the revamped project, so now I set about talking to the people who would from he axis. On my next few visits, I went alone, and without my camera. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; take very long to get familiar with them. They love having someone to talk to, and they talk a lot. They absorb you into their world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gradually I broached the topic of photography. Most of them were very enthusiastic, but some had their reservations. But the response was overall, predominantly positive. So, over the last month, armed with an old digital point and shoot, I started taking the photography "classes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there was only one camera going around, it also gave us time to talk. They slipped easily into personal accounts of their stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lumbini&lt;/span&gt;, and their memories, and sometimes delusions. A game that we often play, is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Moner&lt;/span&gt; Frame-e, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;muhurte&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chobi&lt;/span&gt; ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ghurche&lt;/span&gt;?" (Which picture do you see in your mind's frame right now?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The results are absolutely intriguing.. Ranging from childhood stories to complaints against the hospital authorities, it paints a vivid picture of the lives they lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am collecting narrative and pictures from these visits to design the eventual awareness workshop. Here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;, they've taken so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7LnmePTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3ZV1WkaA_Bs/s1600-h/IMG_2801-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7LnmePTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3ZV1WkaA_Bs/s400/IMG_2801-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393579182406962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7LiAvEXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/tLyqQ40UMkc/s1600-h/IMG_0253-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7LiAvEXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/tLyqQ40UMkc/s400/IMG_0253-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393577681949042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7Le_7XmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FVk_8T5oCt0/s1600-h/IMG_0249-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7Le_7XmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FVk_8T5oCt0/s400/IMG_0249-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393576873254498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7LAW23oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EwwI8JRFmi0/s1600-h/IMG_0246-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7LAW23oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EwwI8JRFmi0/s400/IMG_0246-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393568647929474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7K_lirqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MAeLJIkYqJc/s1600-h/IMG_0243-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7K_lirqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MAeLJIkYqJc/s400/IMG_0243-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393568441085602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pujarini&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intern, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ANJALI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-2730575358288375516?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2730575358288375516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=2730575358288375516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2730575358288375516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2730575358288375516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/04/lumbini-start.html' title='Lumbini. The Start.'/><author><name>Puck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763290649561988819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/TUD4xQeDDoI/AAAAAAAAARM/GulQVyJrl1U/s220/Photo%2B4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/ShI7LnmePTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3ZV1WkaA_Bs/s72-c/IMG_2801-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5965525372449738999</id><published>2009-04-01T21:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:07:47.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last minute Conference prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come then, I pray, &lt;br /&gt;grant me surcease from sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Drive away care, &lt;br /&gt;I beseech thee, &lt;br /&gt;O goddess Fulfil for me what &lt;br /&gt;I yearn to accomplish, &lt;br /&gt;Be thou my ally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Sappho~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference is less than ten days away. Work is on full swing. The Conference related literature is being published (the abstracts and bio notes on the key speakers). Activists like Pramada Menon, Asha Achuthan, academics like Dr Amit Dhar and Paromita Chakraborti will be chairing the sessions and presenting special papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference will be a good ground for ethnographic study and discussion on queer issues in India. There are a number of gay movements taking place through out the world and in particular south asia through literature, films, photography and direct activism.. It is time to interrogate the muffled silence of acceptance identity, morality and religion that are intertwined together within the tapestry of the Indian gay movement impacting the erotic silence of the closet and the dynamics of a love that we are afraid to speak of. This conference will bring to light all those issues, ideas and support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i have put up a event invitation on facebook called 'Queer thoughts' Please RSVP if you want to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5965525372449738999?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5965525372449738999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5965525372449738999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5965525372449738999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5965525372449738999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-minute-conference-prep.html' title='Last minute Conference prep'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-9217520649887267052</id><published>2009-03-19T17:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:48:31.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Creating Spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pain penetrates&lt;br /&gt;me drop&lt;br /&gt;by drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Sappho~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week has flown by in Sappho. The Queer conference date is inching closer and the abstracts have come in. While reading through some of them, i was surprised how the many facets of being queer or living queer can be expressed. It was surprising to read about issues like court cases where the wife has been accused of adultery with another woman, or recent queer discussions in the literary circle. India has produced one of its very first queer graphic novel in Amruta Patil's Kari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference which is scheduled to take place on 10th and 11th April is being organised on a grand scale. H L Roy auditorium in Jadavpur University has already been booked for the occasion and now arrangements are being made to fix accommodation and transport for the outstation speakers and the chairpersons. Work is on full swing at Sappho with the conference. What is unique about the conference is also the fact that all the speakers will be from the age range 18-28. This was to ensure that we could look and discuss recent queer theory and development through the eyes of the youth. The old age theorisations suddenly seem to have fallen from grace with the rapid globalization and the growing want to create a new identity that does not ape the West or look back at the medieval course. As such the papers and the speakers chosen will be those who can give shape to the creation of this Indian queer identity and in breaking the silent monolith of MSM and WSW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: SAPPHO is putting up a play tomorrow at The School of Womens Studies at JU on the occasion of International Woman's Day. (Its being celebrated on 20th of March instead of 8th March due to certain logistical and arrangement issues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: People who are interested to attend the Queer conference on single/both the days are requested to start registering with me at sapphoqueerconference@gmail.com . This will help us to keep count of the anticipated number of people who might turn up and will ensure there is sufficient lunch and snacks for all the participants and attendees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-9217520649887267052?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/9217520649887267052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=9217520649887267052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/9217520649887267052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/9217520649887267052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/creating-spaces.html' title='Creating Spaces'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-4316119372149315066</id><published>2009-03-16T22:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:02:25.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to Work (Blog 2)'/><title type='text'>A Day’s Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(written Feb 13, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks ago, I finally gave in to the hype and went to see Slumdog Millionaire with some of my fellow CINI interns. I will not add to the slew of editorials that already exist about the movie, but I will say this. I cannot think of a more fitting way to spend that evening seeing as I had spent the afternoon visiting the field where I will perform my study. I will not presume to compare real life to a fictional story, but I found that my experience of each was heightened by the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area I speak of happens to be one of the minority slum communities of Kolkata. With one of the most experienced field workers as my guide, I spent a few hours in the field meeting mothers and their children and getting a feel for the community itself. Although hidden from the unobservant eye, the maze of narrow and circuitous lanes houses a population of more than 6,000 inhabitants. It has existed for quite some time, and while migration is common, it seems there are a many longstanding members of the community as well. As I walked, through the lanes, I found that the community members were just as curious about me as I was about them. Where was I from? What was my life like and what did I spend my days doing? Interestingly enough, CINI has the same questions of them, which is why I was visiting in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;After climbing a pile of stones to the main road above, I found many thoughts circling around in my head. What I found most comforting at the end of the visit, was the genuine kindness I was shown by people who were essentially perfect strangers. It struck me though, that in a sense I wasn’t a perfect stranger. I was coming on behalf of the CINI community, which had now become part of the field community. A sense of trust and care had been created between CINI and the community, and that was in turn shown towards me on my visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Three hours later, as the movie started, I was still thinking about the events of the afternoon. As I watched the film, I couldn’t help but see the faces of the children I had met earlier in the day. Perhaps it was because of the fellow CINI interns sitting beside me, but after some time, it occurred to me that the film was in a sense doubling as a CINI training video. As the vignettes unfolded, one after another they seemed to cover every child protection issue that CINI has included in its mission, from curbing child trafficking to saving children from a life on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;And after watching the film in its entirety, I had fallen victim to my sympathetic tendencies. Still, I found that it wasn’t only because of the film I had just watched, but also because of how it made me reflect on what I had seen earlier in the day. While I know it’s a fictional fairy tale, I found myself wishing that the sense of possibility for children was real, especially for children without money, without homes, and without families, for the CIN of CINI, the children in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-4316119372149315066?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4316119372149315066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=4316119372149315066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4316119372149315066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4316119372149315066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/days-reflection.html' title='A Day’s Reflection'/><author><name>pia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-4923289351642948576</id><published>2009-03-16T22:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:42:20.451+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Started at CINI (Blog 1)'/><title type='text'>Now what exactly is this CINI?</title><content type='html'>(Written Jan 30 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first month working as an intern at CINI Asha, the urban unit of the Child in Need Institute, has flown by. In the first week, myself and nine other new interns from around the world (India, the Phillipines, Italy, England, Holland, Scotland and the United States) were given a thorough orientation on the projects that the CINI is involved in throughout the greater Kolkata area. Complete strangers that first day, we quickly go to know each other. In a few days time, we had visited many of the rural and urban field areas with community mobilizers that work directly in with our populations. Throughout the week, I came to appreciate that both the “Life Cycle Approach” and the concept of creating child and woman friendly communities, CWFCs, are integral to the work that CINI does. I am still learning how these concepts can be applied effectively, but my initial gut feeling was relief that the ideology on public health seemed to match my own in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been working in the Health Unit of CINI Asha for three weeks. As each day passes, I am introduced to new facets of the work that the Health Unit performs. With six extremely populous fields under their charge, it is no wonder that the office is often buzzing with conversation about the next project. In my time as an intern, I will be involved in many aspects of the HU work, including running a study of the health and nutrition status of the mothers and under five children in the population of one of our most afflicted target areas. In this first month, I have been working out the details of that study. It has been a much more involved than I expected, including developing and editing time and again, the questions that the research will cover, the list of eligible participants, enlisting the help of a Hindi-speaking community mobilizer to conduct the survey, and familiarizing myself with the work that health workers in the field perform on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health unit has been providing services to the community for many years. Still, it is rare that it has the extra manpower to assess the quality of the work it is performing in the community. Our hope is that the results of this study will give us a better understanding of one of the communities where we work and will thereby allow us to improve the services the CINI Asha provides. While there are always challenges when joining a new working environment, I feel that CINI Asha will be a wonderful place to intern for the coming months. Slowly I am learning the many languages being thrown around in the office and the best part is discovering new smiling faces every day when I wind the stairs of Amader Bari. It has been a whirlwind of a beginning, but I am looking forward to the ride ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-4923289351642948576?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4923289351642948576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=4923289351642948576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4923289351642948576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4923289351642948576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-what-exactly-is-this-cini.html' title='Now what exactly is this CINI?'/><author><name>pia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-2591167376648366091</id><published>2009-03-06T23:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:51:10.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sarmistha and a new Choice intern. This is the first time I'm posting a blog and I'm happy that it starts here at Choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interning at an NGO called Bakul Foundation in Bhubaneswar. Well its not exactly an NGO, I mean it falls into a slightly different category,as in, it doesn't have employees running around doing its work, but instead volunteers, happy to spend their time doing something meaningful than to while away their time at some coffee shop. That is how I got hooked with Bakul. The entire concept of volunteerism and people actually working without any financial motivators was very intriguing as well as exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me introduce you to Bakul properly. Bakul Foundation is a movement for volunteerism in Orissa. Acting on the belief that substantial change is possible when thousands get together, Bakul attempts to pool together the small individual energies of the people who want to bring about change in the society. Hence, Bakul seeks to harness the huge and largely untapped volunteerism of students, retired persons, homemakers, working people and non-resident Indians for social and environmental development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As its first initiative, Bakul mobilized more than a thousand individuals to contribute in small ways to set up a Children's Library in Bhubaneswar. The entire library has been built and is running with small individual contributions of ordinary people without any corporate or institutional funding so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakul is also into Arts, in January 2009 Bakul, in collaboration with 'Art and Deal' magazine, New Delhi, organized the 'BAKUL ART FEST 2009' and got tremendous response from artists and public alike. I got the opportunity to co-ordinate the Art Fest. The theme of the art fest was, 'TOWARDS A NEW VIEWERSHIP/AUDIENCE' and I think to a great extent it was able to spread its message. The main focus was to reach out to people (the first time viewers) who've never had an opportunity to get introduced to the world of arts. To those who never had a gallery experience it was a new revelation all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art Fest started on 15 Jan with the preview of the Art Exhibition. Around 36 National as well as Bhubaneswar based artists came together for the first time in Bhubaneswar for this event. There were 3 elements of the Art Fest, the 'ART WALL FOR PEACE' , the 'ART EXHIBITION' and the 'VIDEO EVENINGS'. The 500 feet long 'WALL for PEACE' was painted by 300 odd people from all walks of life. Starting from the artists to art students to school children to rag pickers. There were differently abled children as well from the deaf schools and also from Open Learning System participating with equal enthusiasm. It was a sight to behold, with so many people coming up with such amazing paintings all on the theme of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art exhibition attracted even more people as we tried even harder to reach out to people to spread our message. There was a lot of publicity in both English and Oriya newspapers and also through local TV and FM stations. A lot of people turned up by reading our article in the newspapers. We also coordinated with a lot of schools to arrange visits by students to the exhibition. Their response was over exhilarating. More than 1000 people visited the gallery and it was very satisfying to see that people could connect to art in their own various ways and the response of the school children was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Video Evenings were a success too as it was a relatively new concept among the public here. It was exciting to experience different forms of expression for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art Fest concluded on 28th Jan and it didn't even feel that 2 weeks had passed. It was my first experience coordinating something at such a large scale. Personally I gained a lot from this experience, interactions with the artists gave me a different insight to the paintings and  the entire experience also helped me develop my own outlook and approach towards arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy I got such an opportunity so early on in life by Bakul and Choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards..&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-2591167376648366091?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2591167376648366091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=2591167376648366091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2591167376648366091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2591167376648366091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-everyone-im-sarmistha-and-new-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarmistha Pattanayak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-7434120893562790784</id><published>2009-03-04T23:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:15:40.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Surprise Package</title><content type='html'>In my last post I had spoken about how I wanted to give more time to developing theatre sessions for children. Funnily enough, I have now been put in charge of coordinating a project involving a mainstream school. So not only will I have to supervise the project and give regular reports to Sanved, I will also get the chance to work intensively with children and conceptualize a programme involving them. Needless to say, I am very excited about this. I’ve been looking up some books on doing theatre for children and have also talked in depth with my co-trainers at Sanved regarding formulating sessions. A couple of months ago they had been enrolled in a 14-day course in dance movement therapy and one of the areas of focus was working with children. As a result, their own expertise in planning sessions for children has increased and all of us (who are involved in the project) are looking forward to working together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But going back to the project in question. A few months ago, one of my all-time favourite school teachers, Anjana Saha, had contacted me and asked me if I was interested in doing drama classes for a new school she had become the principal of. The school in question was Shaw Public School and is located in Behala. I told her about my commitments to Sanved and The Cambridge School and, to cut a long story short, she became very interested in the work I was doing with Sanved. She asked me if Sanved would be able to conduct classes at her school – classes which could bring together dance, movement and theatre components. Sohini di (Sohini Chakraborty, the director of Sanved) and I met her a few weeks ago and starting from March 16th, we will be taking regular classes at her school. Our immediate project will be choreographing a performance involving the whole school (nearly 600 children!) for their Founder’s Day programme in early April. Apart from me, there are 3 other trainers from Sanved; we have met the children and come up with a concept for the programme. In the next week, I will have to develop a costume design and also a tentative stage design plan. I’ve never worked with so many children before, but somehow, I feel that many of the questions I had regarding conceptualizing theatre classes with children will be answered in this process.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Visiting Shaw Public School was in itself a wonderful experience. The school has large, child-friendly grounds, the classrooms are very airy and well-planned. It’s incredibly heartening to see so many new schools coming up in the city that are in tune to children’s needs. When I was growing up, there were only a handful of “reputed schools”. But now, thanks to the mushrooming of several new schools that offer excellent infrastructure and teachers, parents have many more choices. So the traditionally deemed “good schools” have a number of equally good, if not better, counterparts. I think that’s one thing Calcutta can be proud of (!).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All in all, the past couple of months have seen my internship take an unexpected but perhaps even more exciting turn. When I joined Sanved I thought I’d be working largely with disadvantaged young girls and women (which I was doing and will continue to do so). I did not think I’d also work with mainstream children and feel equally challenged and engaged, even if it's a different kind of engagement and the needs that should be addressed are different. But, undoubtedly, the best part of this is that even if I'm eight months into my internship, I can still hope to enter territories untouched upon so far. There really is no greater pleasure (for me, at any rate).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7434120893562790784?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7434120893562790784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7434120893562790784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7434120893562790784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7434120893562790784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise-package.html' title='The Surprise Package'/><author><name>Shuktara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650997048515207961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-7887429903383086940</id><published>2009-03-04T21:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:31:13.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ANJALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my second internship with CHOICE, and this time, I am absolutely thrilled to be working with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ANJALI&lt;/span&gt; on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anjali&lt;/span&gt; works towards making people with psychosocial disability aware of their rights, and to make the government and civil society make the necessary shifts in attitude and practice to make these rights a reality: the right to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; and support in institutions, the right to care and support at home, the right to education and training, the right to work and earn an income; and most of all, the right to be treated with dignity as human beings, both in the institutional and social spaces." - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ratnaboli&lt;/span&gt; Ray, Founder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I started work in Feb, I was a little nervous, to say the *least*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But over the last two months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ratna&lt;/span&gt; has been endlessly supportive, and we have revamped the entire project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Initially, the idea was to hold an exhibition. The theme being relationships, between the user and the family, the institution and the family. Woven together through a narrative. However, we debated on how much impact such an exhibition could have. How much awareness could it raise? How many people can it actually effect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Over the last 2months we have *completely* revamped the project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we decided to use the exhibits to design &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;workshops&lt;/span&gt; around them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We briefly considered photo therapy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When people look at art or photos they themselves created, and review the themes, messages, and emotional content unknowingly embedded in these, they are able to learn more about their own unconscious inner life. In communicating more directly with the unconscious, visual symbols permit the natural bypassing of verbal "filters" (and accompanying rationalizations, excuses, and similar protective defenses) that automatically limit clients' direct connection with powerful feelings, thoughts, and memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, this would necessarily require for users to take the photos themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The exhibition or workshops came later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we have settled on the idea of the users &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; photographers.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt; Since Photo Therapy is about photography-as-communication rather than photography-as-art, no prior experience with cameras or the photographic arts is required for effective therapeutic use.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Photo Therapy&lt;/span&gt; involves people interacting with their own unique visual constructions of reality (using photography more as an activating verb than as a passive/reflective noun), these techniques can be particularly successful with people for whom verbal communication is physically, mentally, or emotionally limited, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;socio&lt;/span&gt;-culturally marginalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Therefore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Photo therapy&lt;/span&gt; can be especially helpful, and usually very empowering, in applications with multicultural, disabled, minority-gender, special-needs, and other similarly-complex or marginalized populations -- as well as beneficial in diversity training, conflict resolution, divorce mediation, and other related fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt; I'm speaking to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shukla&lt;/span&gt;, Project Manager of the rehabilitation programme run by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ANJALI&lt;/span&gt; in several mental health hospitals, about how and if cameras will be allowed inside. Since, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ANJALI&lt;/span&gt; runs various other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; programmes within their rehab group, it shouldn't be too difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There have been many exhibits, which document the outsider's point of view. But their world from their perspective, is far more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;, and gives more scope for working on an awareness exhibition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have also decided to exhibit in public spaces and colleges and Universities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My only concern right now is to get the cameras and start the process of taking the pictures, asap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But that doesn't seem to be the only roadblock. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shukla&lt;/span&gt;,= mentioned that the authorities might frown on the idea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; putting it mildly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ratna&lt;/span&gt; and I have been talking, and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; we've decided to meet with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;authorities&lt;/span&gt; and explain the concept to them. With emphasis on therapy. We are visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lumbini&lt;/span&gt; Park Mental Hospital on the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for a show they are holding for the inmates. Hoping for more progress then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7887429903383086940?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7887429903383086940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7887429903383086940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7887429903383086940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7887429903383086940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/anjali.html' title='ANJALI'/><author><name>Puck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763290649561988819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/TUD4xQeDDoI/AAAAAAAAARM/GulQVyJrl1U/s220/Photo%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5537715827395862598</id><published>2009-03-04T12:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:40:51.629+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seagull Cafe??</title><content type='html'>Hello…..I have never done this before…well …iv been a choice intern at Seagull for four months now. I actually have been mulling over an idea that I want to throw out there and get feedback on. Shamoni would know all about this…I feel like I have been chasing my own tail so Bishan suggested that I talk bout it here and then I have all your ideas and contributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so as I said I have been interning at seagull and I find that the events are attended pretty sparsely. At first I couldn’t figure out why this is. Then I went to Prithvi to perform and it gave me an idea. I feel that while Seagull has some fabulous events and a lot of resources to offer in terms of its collection of art, film, etc it isn’t exactly a ‘hangout’. People who are interested in a particular event attend it and leave. As a result there isn’t a group of regulars who remember what events are on and attend most of them. I thought if we could open a café here at the recourse center. Using the outdoor patio and some of the ground floor. We have quite a large space downstairs in which to hold events in the café at least twice a week. I was thinking film screenings, live music performances (although we will not have the budget to pay musicians) so maybe young musicians who need a place to showcase there talents. Also theater, dramatic monologues, poetry, discussions, if anyone has made a really good student film maybe set up a screening of it. As and when any of the Seagull contacts artists, writers, filmmakers etc are in town have a session with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my basic ideas so far. The most important thing I need to figure out is food!!....I thought it should be different from what you can get if you walk into any c.c.d. or barista.I was thinking maybe really good chaat made with like clean, hygienic water, which is slightly harder to find…I dunno…this is where you come in…please I need lots of feedback…about food events how viable do you think this idea is??????....ok….bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5537715827395862598?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5537715827395862598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5537715827395862598' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5537715827395862598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5537715827395862598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/seagull-cafe.html' title='Seagull Cafe??'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807269735556694610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1796012670576691003</id><published>2009-03-04T00:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:14:25.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sappho</title><content type='html'>"Frankly I wish I were dead&lt;br /&gt;When she left, she wept&lt;br /&gt;a great deal; she said to me, &lt;br /&gt;This parting must be&lt;br /&gt;endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.&lt;br /&gt;while no voices chanted&lt;br /&gt;choruses without ours,&lt;br /&gt;no woodlot bloomed in spring without song..." &lt;br /&gt;~Sappho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above poem is by Sappho the legendary poet from the isle of Lesbos. One of the first documented lesbian women in literary history. Taking cue from her name, we have the Kolkata based organisation Sappho for Equality where i have recently begun my second internship. Sappho primarily works with lesbian women while its other wing which is called SFE (where i am working) allows people irrespective of their gender and sexual preference to join and help in creating the Queer space and identity without the voice being isolated. Its a great space for opening up Queer dialogues with the general heteronormative crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue of marginalised sexualities has been plaguing the South Asian diaspora especially India with recurring incidents of homophobia related atrocities in the recent times. Research and study in this field has started a synergistic relationship with the intellectual community. Taking this idea forward Sappho has organised an All India Queer Conference called 'Queer Thoughts'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queer Thoughts is envisaged as a two-day conference divided into four sessions. Each session would have a distinct key theme and 2/3 papers on each theme will be presented in the sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four key themes are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Defining queer (how to define the term queer, who is a queer, socio-political and gender-sexual understanding of queer)&lt;br /&gt;2. Living queer (living as a queer in this country, queer experiences, triumph and turbulence of queer existence)&lt;br /&gt;3. Expressing queer (queer as a theme expressed though literature, film, theater, painting, sculpture or any other art form)&lt;br /&gt;4. Politicizing queer (emergence of queer politics, queer as a political identity, queer rights movement and its politics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first assignment with Sappho will helping them in the organisation of this Conference. At the moment we are looking at abstracts and scouting for venues. After attending so many conferences this will be the first time i will be behind the scenes and the work looks grueling and interesting. I will post more later. But for now if you are interested to submit an abstract for this seminar do mail it to sappho1999@rediffmail.com or sapphoqueerconference@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1796012670576691003?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1796012670576691003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1796012670576691003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1796012670576691003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1796012670576691003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/03/sappho.html' title='Sappho'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-2215066615601575706</id><published>2009-02-19T11:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:24:51.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kala Ghoda Arts Festival</title><content type='html'>The Kala Ghoda Arts Festival is one event that most people in Bombay look forward to. The festival was on from the 7th to the 15th of February. The festival had gallery and pavement exhibitions, workshops, Dance performances, literary events, theatre shows, film screenings, music concerts and much more. There were artists from all over the country who contributed to the talent that was showcased. It drew a huge crowd everyday with people from all over the city and also the world. It was a major attraction for the tourists as well. There were people of all ages and some even brought along their canine family members. It was one big party where everyone was shuttling from one place to another and trying to pack in as much as possible into their schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time at the festival and those few days were the most fun filled days of my time in Bombay so far. I attended a few shows as it was held mostly on weekdays. The weekend potters market was one of the many things that caught my attention. I also had the chance to see some amazing photographs by David Desouza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a number of NGO stalls that were selling various items and Comet Media participated as well. We put up a stall for the last four days of the festival. Comet had a lot to offer with a wide range of fabulous books and hand made toys from around the country. The toys come from the rural areas of the country and are made by men and women in villages. The toys are not only beautifully made and a lot of fun but each one has some educational value. There are toys to develop the child's muscles, coordination and movement. Apart from the physical development there are toys related to counting and mathematics and some of the toys are just plain fun. There were a number of books as well, from story books to educational books to books related to art and craft and much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous four days. I not only got a chance to spend some time with my colleagues outside office but also got to interact with the excited customers that visited our stall. We were always busy either selling something or entertaining not only children but their parents as well. By the end of it we were all exhausted but had enough energy to share some personal jokes about some people we came across and of course treat ourselves to all the delicious food around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-2215066615601575706?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2215066615601575706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=2215066615601575706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2215066615601575706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2215066615601575706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/02/kala-ghoda-arts-festival.html' title='Kala Ghoda Arts Festival'/><author><name>Poulomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02189390614772187177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5509763619787239484</id><published>2009-02-15T22:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:31:42.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>I completed my internship with CHOICE a little over two weeks ago. The experience is still fresh in my mind though. Writing this from a foreign land where I'm still adjusting to language, people, timings, and a new kind of liberation, its comforting to reflect on the small, intimate space of the Seagull office, and the experience I got there. Thinking back, it seems to be like a stepping-stone to the place I'm at now, because my work at Seagull too demanded some adjustments. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could say I was computer-illiterate when I joined Seagull. My skills were limited to facebook and e-mailing, and I was quite content nestled in my limitations. A few weeks into my internship however, I was forced out of my comfortable 'shell'. I admit I was quite terrified when told to resize images, create price-lists, scan photographs and handle software that was completely foreign to me. Although I doubt that I'll need these in the immediate future, I thank Megha sincerely for waking me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working on the missing film lists was a pleasure. While browsing the web for films that were worth obtaining for the Seagull library, I took every opportunity to discover even the most trivial detail about a particular director or film. Definitely a strange activity to get a kick out of I know, but for me it was pure enjoyment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reporting on the Peaceworks workshops gave me a chance to do one of the things I love, which is to write. I kept in mind of course that these were personal accounts, and that I needed to critique. An adjustment was made there too. I was also exposed to schools very different from the one I went to, and the ways in which different students in the same age group think and act. At several moments, I was also doubtful about how I should act with them. Adjustment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course my limits of patience were also tested! I couldn't have expected to avoid the hard part of being an intern- doing the 'dirty work'! Which meant adding or deleting names to the mailing database, clearing out old old files and boxes and doing tedious proof readings. For this too I am grateful, because I realized that work was work, whether small or big, and that it all contributed to the finished picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My picture is complete. For now. But a word about my colleagues before I end- their personalities ensured that a day at work was never boring! And they were ever so patient with me even on days when I was extra slow! It was great working at Seagull. I'll stay posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5509763619787239484?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5509763619787239484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5509763619787239484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5509763619787239484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5509763619787239484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-retrospect.html' title='In Retrospect'/><author><name>Shamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353094341444564473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1902652646487181414</id><published>2009-02-10T14:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:19:33.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The journey begins..</title><content type='html'>I am currently working at Comet Media in Bombay. Landing my second internship made me feel a lot more confident and positive about everything. I had already spent some time in Bombay during my last internship but something is different this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week at Comet Media was pretty exciting. I have a group of extremely friendly colleagues and a very excited and energetic boss. Its literally been a funny adventure from the first day of work. After discovering that my boss was in the same college as my mother and aunt, we've had a number of things to chat about during the lunch and tea breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at office took time off to walk me through all the projects that they are involved in. I am currently involved in the documentation of a media workshop that is helping women in the poorer sections of society to take up film making. The workshop had started in January and will be on till the end of this month. I will be documenting the editing workshop that will be taking place in the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comet Media will also be participating in the Kala Ghoda Festival at the end of this week. We're busy getting our products ready for the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulomi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1902652646487181414?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1902652646487181414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1902652646487181414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1902652646487181414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1902652646487181414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-begins.html' title='The journey begins..'/><author><name>Poulomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02189390614772187177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-2286495025763065798</id><published>2009-01-22T01:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:28:16.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><title type='text'>My Choice Internship-an Epilogue of Sorts :)</title><content type='html'>Having finished six months as a Choice Intern, I think it is only natural that my final blogpost (as a Choice Intern for Writeherewritenow)will be an overview of whatever I have worked on in the past six months and the invaluable experience that this internship has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had first read about Choice on a poster that was put up at my University ( Jadavpur University) and I remember being fascinated by the Project at once. After rushing home, I dispatched an application immediately. Bishan got in touch with me promptly and asked me to come over and meet him at Seagull's Circus Avenue office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing about the Choice internship is that it allows a tremendous amount of flexibility. For instance, when interns do apply, they are asked to list their interests and their interests are matched with an organisation that they may wish to work for. I had dabbled with the idea of working with folk musicians and my interests were listed as writing and Music. Because it was term time, I could not possibly spend my time talking to folk musicians and simultaneously learn their craft because it would mean that I would not be able to balance my academics with my internship. Instead, I decided to opt for my other love-my love for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fond of writing ever since I've been a kid. When I heard about Writeherewritenow from Bishan, I was really excited. I was thinking of starting out with my Individual Project (which would mean me designing the module entirely on my own, only to be guided by my mentor)but after much brainstorming, Bishan and I decided that it would be a good idea to do an internship before embarking on an Individual Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Megha first. Megha invited me to come and watch a Writeherewritenow workshop before I made my mind up about the internship. My first "  unofficial" workshop had Richa telling the children how to script superheroes. One little child, Chirayu, all of eight, gingerly came up to me and asked me how to spell glasses ( His superhero was Harry Potter). Chirayu then decided that 'g' just didn't look nice with a tail, so he decided to do away with it. Finally, there was only a 'c' left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little had I known then that I would end my six month internship with Many such Memories. During my six months as a Choice Intern, I was expected to help market the site, help design the workshop modules, conduct a few workshops, handle press and publicity for the website, jot down the minutes of every workshop that was held and assist in conducting the workshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very interesting ideas were experimented with during the course of my Internship. There was the translation workshop, where children were given a piece in English and they could translate it either into Hindi or Bangla. Then they were given a piece either in Bangla or Hindi and asked to do the same. Then there was a Doodle and Decipher workshop where the children were given themes and were asked to draw. Based on the illustration, they were asked to write a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was a great pleasure to work with a wonderful and committed team and I'm glad that I decided to work with WHWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-2286495025763065798?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2286495025763065798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=2286495025763065798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2286495025763065798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2286495025763065798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-choice-internship-epilogue-of-sorts.html' title='My Choice Internship-an Epilogue of Sorts :)'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5936532093903607375</id><published>2009-01-08T21:49:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:15:06.479+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bal Vividha 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEs7TdVrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/z31gTHzkexw/s1600-h/228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEs7TdVrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/z31gTHzkexw/s200/228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288990351017465522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;STUDENT WORKSHOPS: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEslzHbwI/AAAAAAAAANs/4wrtevIFuWc/s1600-h/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEslzHbwI/AAAAAAAAANs/4wrtevIFuWc/s200/222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288990345244667650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEsA-ImmI/AAAAAAAAANk/J9RZHvsrFoI/s1600-h/217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEsA-ImmI/AAAAAAAAANk/J9RZHvsrFoI/s200/217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288990335358769762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEq0n7kXI/AAAAAAAAANc/NISPzpFdtyo/s1600-h/215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEq0n7kXI/AAAAAAAAANc/NISPzpFdtyo/s200/215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288990314864546162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very enthusiastic Rang Manch participants: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZASMIey5I/AAAAAAAAANE/p980Utxfz-s/s1600-h/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZASMIey5I/AAAAAAAAANE/p980Utxfz-s/s200/177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985493631847314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZARXTxphI/AAAAAAAAAM8/j8pQtc8eBUY/s1600-h/175.jpg"&gt;Teacher's Workshops:  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZARXTxphI/AAAAAAAAAM8/j8pQtc8eBUY/s1600-h/175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZARXTxphI/AAAAAAAAAM8/j8pQtc8eBUY/s200/175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985479452141074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZAQ3e6j6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9hIaxWUK630/s1600-h/171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZAQ3e6j6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9hIaxWUK630/s200/171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985470908927906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Events and Performances:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZAQaawtHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MK7NXnbMn28/s1600-h/162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZAQaawtHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MK7NXnbMn28/s200/162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985463106876530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-CyhGY3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/MhUcGOUM6Vc/s1600-h/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-CyhGY3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/MhUcGOUM6Vc/s200/160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983030034490226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Colors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-CTEf_AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sSvhq10MzTQ/s1600-h/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-CTEf_AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sSvhq10MzTQ/s200/155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983021593033730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-Bmwn08I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WGF18tO_N58/s1600-h/152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-Bmwn08I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WGF18tO_N58/s200/152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983009698501570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Student's Workshop:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-A1dc_OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0noW_NUBL6A/s1600-h/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-A1dc_OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0noW_NUBL6A/s200/148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288982996464762082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking around: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-AW7ywCI/AAAAAAAAAME/Gx3XcgU7Km4/s1600-h/142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY-AW7ywCI/AAAAAAAAAME/Gx3XcgU7Km4/s200/142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288982988270518306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah! Presents! And certificates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6o65LxTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9ijmc2EqBmE/s1600-h/272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6o65LxTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9ijmc2EqBmE/s200/272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979287071507762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6oZI76tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/L1cxTuUBWvw/s1600-h/264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6oZI76tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/L1cxTuUBWvw/s200/264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979278010772178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6nrcmGzI/AAAAAAAAALs/eu_3SPlF0Eg/s1600-h/263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6nrcmGzI/AAAAAAAAALs/eu_3SPlF0Eg/s200/263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979265745197874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The culmination of the theatre workshop for kids:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6nDB0x_I/AAAAAAAAALk/crrTvtxq0ow/s1600-h/254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6nDB0x_I/AAAAAAAAALk/crrTvtxq0ow/s200/254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979254895495154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6mmyvYBI/AAAAAAAAALc/MHtw-mywFV8/s1600-h/253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY6mmyvYBI/AAAAAAAAALc/MHtw-mywFV8/s200/253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979247316033554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3nK654GI/AAAAAAAAALU/8KWp6QpcO-8/s1600-h/250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3nK654GI/AAAAAAAAALU/8KWp6QpcO-8/s200/250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975958479069282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rang Manch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3mUMbXJI/AAAAAAAAALM/9Bkk5nG5D2k/s1600-h/229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3mUMbXJI/AAAAAAAAALM/9Bkk5nG5D2k/s200/229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975943788616850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3l-mCsKI/AAAAAAAAALE/pYffFWdIgcw/s1600-h/227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3l-mCsKI/AAAAAAAAALE/pYffFWdIgcw/s200/227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975937990471842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3lWDY_cI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PWmZW9lCytM/s1600-h/225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3lWDY_cI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PWmZW9lCytM/s200/225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975927107714498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Children's workshop in progress:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3khwst5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/yGqReMFMBug/s1600-h/218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY3khwst5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/yGqReMFMBug/s200/218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975913070671762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY03SXZSvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qn9HexXEJPg/s1600-h/199.jpg"&gt;Rang Manch Chronicles:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY03SXZSvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qn9HexXEJPg/s200/199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288972936820640498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY02rDPYhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzWp3E2XheM/s1600-h/196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY02rDPYhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bzWp3E2XheM/s200/196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288972926267122194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY02PerQpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/z9TJgAdqvQo/s1600-h/192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY02PerQpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/z9TJgAdqvQo/s200/192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288972918866002578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY01QncAmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lgjD_EIDA1I/s1600-h/190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY01QncAmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lgjD_EIDA1I/s200/190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288972901991318114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colloquium: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY00p0k2sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3BtgalfrLGQ/s1600-h/173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWY00p0k2sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3BtgalfrLGQ/s200/173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288972891577440962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rang Manch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyaiJV2RI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PMVFaEamkn8/s1600-h/179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyaiJV2RI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PMVFaEamkn8/s200/179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288970243817199890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teacher's Workshop:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyaYLxKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oiKw8_CzIWM/s1600-h/168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyaYLxKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oiKw8_CzIWM/s200/168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288970241143024210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyY6d3KEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YmqGnyMXav0/s1600-h/166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyY6d3KEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YmqGnyMXav0/s200/166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288970215985981506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peformances:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyYMbKhDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_Ev31EpNHsY/s1600-h/164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYyYMbKhDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_Ev31EpNHsY/s200/164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288970203626636338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu1SNx8sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eDPqBOUgETE/s1600-h/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu1SNx8sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eDPqBOUgETE/s200/161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966305350808258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The colors corner was a real hit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu08n74II/AAAAAAAAAJU/CwCQrHJ7voY/s1600-h/154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu08n74II/AAAAAAAAAJU/CwCQrHJ7voY/s200/154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966299554930818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu0jHUpcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BqJWBLQUqiU/s1600-h/151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu0jHUpcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BqJWBLQUqiU/s200/151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966292707255746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interactive Corner (colors): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu0EGlA5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9lHfbc2yCKw/s1600-h/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYu0EGlA5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9lHfbc2yCKw/s200/150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966284382634898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYuzpJ1n3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Gin1pkCSfrE/s1600-h/140.jpg"&gt;Children at the fair:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYuzpJ1n3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Gin1pkCSfrE/s200/140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966277148548978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Gate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYrgfbtsZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/V3uJivf5BKo/s1600-h/220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWYrgfbtsZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/V3uJivf5BKo/s200/220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288962649586774418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5936532093903607375?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5936532093903607375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5936532093903607375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5936532093903607375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5936532093903607375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/01/bal-vividha-2008.html' title='Bal Vividha 2008'/><author><name>Puck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763290649561988819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/TUD4xQeDDoI/AAAAAAAAARM/GulQVyJrl1U/s220/Photo%2B4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/SWZEs7TdVrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/z31gTHzkexw/s72-c/228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-2585512274069709783</id><published>2009-01-07T20:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:05:26.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>A  Brief December Afternoon with Nisreen</title><content type='html'>It seemed ever so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to go upstairs to the gallery space where Nisreen's paintings were being kept for the time being, and write down their titles, mediums and sizes for the catalogue. Work that was fairly easy and not time-consuming. Well, yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights are switched on for me upstairs, and then I'm left alone. As the door swings shut, a gush of December breezes past me. Winter's here, and I get ready to snug up to the damp coolness of the room, the cozy silence, and the endearing oddness that seems to be Nisreen. I take a stroll around the small space first, taking in all the pictures in one sweeping view. And then I'm ready. Paper and pencil in hand, I carefully check the back of each work for the required details and jot them down in neat columns. Diligence at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diligent, but intentionally slow. I let myself imagine what some of the works would look like in a graphic novel. Maybe I should suggest it? I am amused by the morning walker, who for some reason looks very familiar.  And I linger on 'Once Upon a Time' and 'Windows 129', for there's 'something' in those two paintings that I know I have to find.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet nothings in the head of a dreamy teenager, you must be thinking! And yes, I did prolong those moments of lovely loneliness. But then it was back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-2585512274069709783?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2585512274069709783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=2585512274069709783' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2585512274069709783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2585512274069709783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/01/brief-december-afternoon-with-nisreen.html' title='A  Brief December Afternoon with Nisreen'/><author><name>Shamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353094341444564473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1508750839734476335</id><published>2009-01-07T20:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:15:58.828+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Peace arts and some randomness</title><content type='html'>The peace arts festival that stretched from 3rd to the 5th brought together a wide array of people and promoted the creative arts as models of social change. It was an informal way of introducing writing, music and paper making to the audience and letting us explore at how to look at oneself, the world and at inculcation of creativity which we often neglect because of our various daily commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first workshop was conducted by Ms Melissa Pritchard, author and professor of writing at Arizona State University. She started by talking about the Four fold creative process which was about preparation and commitment to ones writing, followed by a keen sense of observation and listening power to the final shaping up of the story and finally letting go of it once it is done. Various techniques and devices such as the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Da vinci Device&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;memory exercise&lt;/span&gt; was practiced which helped us chalk out our stories from the mundane. Using everyday themes it is possible to write great narratives as she showed us through these exercises. Finally we ‘cooked up a story’ and finished the days session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day had Melissa Walker, a music researcher from Arizona conducting breathing exercises and teaching us the basic techniques of sound and singing. Melissa's research is pretty exciting. She has got a grant to travel in India and collect poetry and writings from women who have been trafficked or belong to such families and are living in a vulnerable atmosphere. These poems would later be put together, translated and given music. Melissa plans to perform this at a concert (also under her grant) and produce a CD, the proceedings of which would go to these various organisations that had helped during the research and data collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third workshop was taken by Drew Mattot, a professional papermaker. He explained how paper could be made from everyday things like the previous day’s movie ticket to the old t-shirt we do not wear. He showed us models of the pulp maker and samples of paper he had made. We were pretty enthralled to hear about the process. He then spoke about his various other projects (like the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dubster/sets/72157600205699840/"&gt;deep fried books project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where books were fried and then vacuum sealed, do not even ask me why) By the end of the workshop we all had chosen book covers made from hand made paper and learnt various forms of paper folding and collating them together we learnt how to make an ‘artist book’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth day was not really a part of the peace arts project but it does deserve to be mentioned. As a part of Melissa Walker’s research I spoke about earlier, I took her to SANLAAP, a Calcutta based NGO working with trafficked children and those children who live in vulnerable areas. Melissa Pritchard also accompanied us and she took a poetry writing workshop there and surprisingly within an hour we had sixteen beautiful poems about listening and hearing closely to what the poets can hear. I translated a few of them and both the Melissas were pretty stunned at such beautiful creations. Melissa Walker then sang a song much to the group’s amusement and then interacted with various children and adolescents of that centre. We finished off the day by visiting New Light, Kolkata where we interacted with the children of women who were primarily prostitutes and observed them in their natural environments for sometime. &lt;br /&gt;Just before leaving Melissa asked me if I would be willing to be a part of her project formally, to which I readily jumped. So I am now going to be helping her in collecting and putting together the various poems and translating them to English. The project is funded by Arizona State University and is a brilliant way of outreach for the various voices in India who come from red light areas or have been trafficked to tell their story through their own unique creative narrative to the world at large. I am really looking forward to being a part of this project till its completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relevant links that you might want to check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.public.asu.edu/~melissap/"&gt;Melissa Pritchard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melissa-walker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa Walker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greendoorstudio.net/dmatott/drew.html"&gt;Drew Matott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1508750839734476335?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1508750839734476335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1508750839734476335' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1508750839734476335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1508750839734476335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace-arts-and-some-randomness.html' title='Peace arts and some randomness'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1825944944718677406</id><published>2008-12-16T19:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:04:59.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back and Ahead</title><content type='html'>My internship with Kolkata Sanved is already in its fifth month. It doesn't really feel like five months,  but at the same time, I feel like my own skills in the field of drama therapy and dance movement therapy have become stronger in comparison to what they were pre-July 08. So even if time has zoomed by, it's been a constructive kind of zooming (!). Personally, the intenship has done wonders to my sense of confidence.  Not surprisingly, it has reinforced something I've always believed in -- you may think you'll be able to do something, but when you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; do it in practice, your sense of self-belief is much greater. Over the past five months, I have been given a number of opportunities to bridge that gap between thinking I can do something and going ahead and doing it. And I think that has helped in both my professional and personal growth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the next phase of my internship I would like to conceptualize and direct at least one short performance with either the Sanved trainers or some of the girls/boys I have been working with through Sanved's partnership programmes. That's an area I have touched upon so far (the Independence Day programme at Apne Aap, the performance for Anjali in October), but not delved into completely. It's very challenging and exciting to build concepts, develop scripts and direct performances geared towards generating human rights awareness and I hope to get an opportunity in the next year to hone these skills.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another aspect I need to give more time to is structuring drama therapy modules for mainstream school children. I have been conducting sessions at Patha Bhavan for Class 3 and 4 children and I may begin sessions at another school for middle school students. The nature of sessions for mainstream children obviously needs to be different from those conducted for marginalized or disadvantaged children and, at the moment, my classes for the Patha Bhavan kids are more on the lines of theatre for recreation than theatre for therapy. We do team building, body-mind coordination and skit development exercises, but I'm looking at expanding the range of activities so that even if they aren't "therapeutic", they can be educational and can help channelize the energy of the kids positively/constructively. If any of you has any suggestions regarding activities I can do in this vein or books/websites I could look at for ideas, please let me know. I was so focused on planning sessions for communities with special needs that, ironically enough, my mainstream sessions aren't as fine-tuned as they can be. And I'm sure there is a lot that I can do in my mainstream classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1825944944718677406?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1825944944718677406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1825944944718677406' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1825944944718677406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1825944944718677406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back-and-ahead.html' title='Looking Back and Ahead'/><author><name>Shuktara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650997048515207961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1327914895106223455</id><published>2008-12-10T11:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:35:25.118+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Peace Rally At The Gateway of India</title><content type='html'>One of the main reasons I chose to do my internship in Mumbai is because I have always been enamoured by the energy and enthusiasm in the city and its people. The city gave me a positive vibe the minute I landed here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the history of the city we come across a number of terror attacks and tragedies. The people of this city have been hit time and time again but they always get back on their feet almost immediately. When I used to live in Calcutta, i watched the coverage of the previous attacks on the city and read about it in the newspapers, but I could never actually fathom the emotions of fear, helplessness and panic that people go through. This time I was present in the city and for the first time I understood what it all really feels like and what is it to be afraid for your life. Although life has returned to a fairly normal state, people are still shocked from last week's events and fear for their lives and for the lives of their loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the Peace rally at The Gateway of India and was amazed. I was amazed at the number of people and the energy in that area. People from all over Bombay attend the rally. Alyque Padamsee organized a campaign 'Enough Is Enough' in which almost everyone in the rally participated. Leaflets were given out where we had to fill in our contact details and state three things of the government that we wanted changed. The persons concerned would put forward an ATR with the list of demands. People were present with candles, banners and of course their spirit. The place was flooded with media people who were clicking away and interviewing as many people as possible. It was good to see people of all ages, walks of life and religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peace rally was quite an experience for me although after a while the motive of peace was lost. I personally didn't feel comfortable after a point because all one could here were anti-Muslim, anti-Pakistan slogans and of course the ones against the politicians. There was a lot of anger and rage and after a point it was a little unnerving. Frankly I feel that instead of blaming the government and the media and various other people for their irresponsibility and insensitivity we should take charge and change our ways too. We should become responsible and vote for the right people and take a stand against things we don’t agree with. If we don’t do it this time, we’ll be lighting candles and having many more peace rallies and not solving the real problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1327914895106223455?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1327914895106223455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1327914895106223455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1327914895106223455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1327914895106223455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace-rally-at-gateway-of-india.html' title='Peace Rally At The Gateway of India'/><author><name>Poulomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02189390614772187177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-2905808557246298773</id><published>2008-12-10T11:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:17:06.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Had Anhad - Journeys with Ram and Kabir</title><content type='html'>Citizens for Peace organized a screening of the film 'Had Anhad - Journeys with Ram and Kabir' in the month of September. Shabnam Virmani has directed the film. Started in 2003, the Kabir project brings together the experiences of a series of journeys in quest of this 15th century mystic poet in our contemporary worlds. 'Had Anhad' is the first film in a series of four. A small screening of select individuals who would be in a position to disseminate this film widely to the mainstream. The audience included Mr. Om Puri (Chairman, National Film Development Corporation) and Ms. Nina Lath Gupta ( MD, National Film Development Corporation) and others.&lt;br /&gt;This film is an attempt to understand Kabir's Ram through poetry, song and encounters in India and Pakistan. It provides an insight into the politics of Kabir's poetry and the genre of folk music. Its journeys through different parts of India and Pakistan locate Dalit, Muslim and Hindu folk singers, capturing their intensity primarily through their enthralling music. Deeply rich in subtle detail and simplicity, the film takes us unrelentingly inward even as we venture outward. This film provides an opportunity to listen and to make the connect between Kabir's words and our day-to-day acts, the social, spiritual and political choices in which we're all enmeshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful experience for me. I not only got the chance to watch a fantastic film but also got to meet  a number of very interesting people from various fields. The film also touched me at a personal level as it brought back a number of memories of my three years in boarding school. I was lucky enough to study in The Valley School in Bangalore. It was there, at my very first assembly that I was introduced to the songs, poetry and writings of Kabir. In school, it was used to teach us the basic values of life. All the elements of the film were extremely appealing and absolutely captured your attention; whether it was the treatment, the music, the people interviewed and of course the locations. The simplicity of the content of Kabir's literature and the simplicity of the people who till this day live by his way of thinking has changed and influenced the way I think about certain things in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-2905808557246298773?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2905808557246298773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=2905808557246298773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2905808557246298773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2905808557246298773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/12/had-anhad-journeys-with-ram-and-kabir.html' title='Had Anhad - Journeys with Ram and Kabir'/><author><name>Poulomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02189390614772187177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-6424148453438608997</id><published>2008-12-04T12:55:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:00.386+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>FIRST EXPERIENCE. FIRST LESSON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                Landing this internship finally made me feel grown-up. Signing contracts, monthly stipends, and 'office hours' inflated my so far dormant sense of self-importance. But I didn't know that in order to grow up, I'd have to grow down a little bit first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               My first assignment was to report on the different Peacefest workshops, starting with music. I walked into the workshop space feeling strange, knowing that even a year ago I might have been one of the participants. It hit me- I was no longer in school, I was taking a year off before college, and I was not quite a fully qualified working professional either. For the first time in my life, I was no one. And yet, I was surrounded by a gaggle of schoolchildren who were  both nervous and excited about the task at hand, and I knew what that felt like. All grown-up? Not quite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               The workshops turned out to be hugely enjoyable. I made friends, and I realized that there was always something to learn from every experience. I learnt how to hold my concentration over a length of time, and make little notes while doing so, two skills that were only half-developed in school! For the first time, I had to write full-length critiques, and, most importantly, I had to respond to different forms of the arts, from film to theatre to music. Now, I was actually growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               By the time the Peaceworks Festival closing ceremony came along, I was thoroughly enjoying being 'no one'. I greeted the participants I had become familiar with during the course of the workshops, wished them luck and chatted with them briefly. I watched the plays being performed and said to myself "I was there when this was rehearsed!" or "This is the scene that I like."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             When all was over, I felt buoyant and fulfilled, looking forward enthusiastically to the next 'growing-up experience' my internship had in store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-6424148453438608997?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6424148453438608997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=6424148453438608997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6424148453438608997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6424148453438608997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-experience-first-lesson.html' title='FIRST EXPERIENCE. FIRST LESSON.'/><author><name>Shamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353094341444564473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-3813653850333719642</id><published>2008-11-19T19:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:56:00.441+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance and Story Telling Session'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><title type='text'>Workshop at Disha foundation</title><content type='html'>On the 16th of November, Writeherewritenow conducted a Workshop at Disha Foundation. Richa had told me at the outset that I would have to conduct this workshop at the very outset but honestly, I was really nervous about how the workshop would turn out to be. Megha, Richa and I had discussed the concept of the Workshop earlier and we'd brainstormed together till we decided that we would conduct a performance related workshop. We would hand out stories to the children, divide them into groups and finally ask them to rewrite the story with dialogues. Then, they would have to enact their stories so we could get a sense of what they'd written or how they'd interpreted the tale. We also told them that they could work in English, Bangla or Hindi and add songs or dances to their performances if they wanted to. I was quite nervous about the performance bit of it because I'd never conducted a workshop that dealt with performance but Megha reassured me and said that if I went wrong, she'd take over from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am nearing my last month of interning with Writeherewritenow, let me just take this opportunity to say that I've had two really fantastic mentors who have guided me every step of the way. I have learnt so much over the last six months and whenever I've made mistakes, I've been taught how to rectify them. A big thank you to Bishan as well who has not only been keeping track of everything that is being done but who also took the time out and actually attended a workshop and took photographs. He has also been brutally honest in terms of feedback, something that I really appreciate. So thank you so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the Workshop, I think the kids really enjoyed the workshop and we have videos of them performing which I will upload soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-3813653850333719642?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3813653850333719642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=3813653850333719642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/3813653850333719642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/3813653850333719642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/11/workshop-at-disha-foundation.html' title='Workshop at Disha foundation'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-6374779883120182803</id><published>2008-10-26T10:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:07:47.409+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Session'/><title type='text'>Workshop at British Council</title><content type='html'>Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloo Prasad Yadav and Ramdev Dubey are names of school Principals. Aloo Prasad Yadav takes a special class for the students. He teaches Bhojpuri. Ramdev Dubey teaches a &lt;em&gt;Pathshala&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grumpy teacher becomes a loving one when she accidentally breaks her leg and has the children taking her to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation  3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young princess with beautiful green eyes and a crown set with precious stones cannot win over her subjects because she is rude and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were some of the things that the young children aged 10-14 came up with at British Council during the October 25 Workshop that was Conducted by Writeherewritenow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richa gave the children leads, saying that in order to create a character, one must focus on Appearance, Attire and Personality Traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as a kind of warm up exercise, Richa asked the children to concoct characters of a thief, a princess and a school principal, keeping the above factors in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she asked them to focus on "character growth" telling them how if a character did not grow in a story, it would be a flat character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workshop culminated into many interesting stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-6374779883120182803?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6374779883120182803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=6374779883120182803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6374779883120182803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6374779883120182803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/10/workshop-at-british-council.html' title='Workshop at British Council'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5641411192879449217</id><published>2008-10-20T11:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:11:47.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Red Badge of Honour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beauty Inside&lt;/span&gt; is the last of a series of plays that I have been writing about. Catherine Filloux has based her play on a real life account of a victim of the tradition of honour killing in Turkey. Yalova is a 14 year old village girl who has been raped by a neighbour and consequently has become pregnant. Her family kills off the man and throws her into a canal to die. But she survives and fights back. Her case is taken up by Devrim, a female lawyer hailing from a rich and educated family of Istanbul. The play traces how Yalova helped by Devrim, defies all odds of family and society to give birth to her daughter in whom we see the prospect of a better future. However it is not a clear victory of right over wrong for as Devrim’s father tells her, the judicial system has merely used Yalova’s case to whitewash the country’s human rights record in front of the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play has a number of interwoven themes ranging from the conflict between the different value systems of the urban rich and the rural poor, the trauma that the victim’s family has to go through to corrupt contractors building flimsy houses which come crashing down during the earthquake. But at the heart of the play is the grave injustice done to a young girl–first she is repeatedly raped and silenced by a death threat and then when her family finds out they try to kill her to save their honour. How can ‘honour’ be at the root of such a heinous crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word honour goes back to the beginning of civilization when society was in its rudimentary stage torn apart by the constant struggle to survive. Then it was honour that made men aspire to something higher and nobler, an ideal to be striven toward, in short it brought out the best in men. But with time, like every other good thing that has been abused, the concept of honour too came to be much abused. Today it has become representative of all things repressive in society and is binding upon us. And an extreme case is Yalova’s. Filloux has beautifully described the rape in symbolic terms by making it coincide with a solar eclipse. This is based on reality since Filloux was there in Turkey in 1999 when there was a total solar eclipse as well as an earthquake. For those few moments the day turns night–symbolizing an inversion of everything that is right and good. It is as if the entire cosmic order is mourning and protesting her rape by blocking out all the light in the world. If that is the case then how can her family try to punish her for the unnatural crime committed against her? It defies all logic! It seems as if man is capable of inexplicable cruelty. In the play Yalova’s family members are not depicted as unidimensional villains but as hapless victims of social ostracism. Thus some societies not only justify honour killing but also glorify it by saying that the death acts as a ritual cleansing of what is impure and unnatural. This interestingly reminds me of Stephen Crane’s war novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/span&gt; where the red badge is the wound received in war, a symbol of courage and valour. Here paradoxically the red badge of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honour&lt;/span&gt; is intended for those who murder innocent victims like Yalova and bring glory to their clan. It seems as if something is rotten deep within our social foundation and it is finding expression in such bizarre but quite frequent incidents. Women are particularly vulnerable since honour be it of the family, caste or tribe is inseparably associated with them. While these stereotypes have been created by men, women too have contributed in nurturing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is cause for worry is that incidents of honour killing are alarmingly frequent in India what with our rigid caste and religious divides. I am perhaps despairing but I cannot see the situation improving given how deep-seated the mistaken notion of honour lies. Till then we shall be occasionally encouraged by the likes of Yalova acting like a shining beacon of the little courage, bravery and right left in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5641411192879449217?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5641411192879449217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5641411192879449217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5641411192879449217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5641411192879449217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-badge-of-honour.html' title='The Red Badge of Honour'/><author><name>sucharita ghosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13624773293911632306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-6860400334777410644</id><published>2008-10-18T11:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:03:45.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bal Vividha- Kalam (day three)</title><content type='html'>DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This session started with identity forms being given out consisting of name, ages, address, height. Weight etc. After the forms were filled it was explained how one’s identity was not merely formed by these quantitative data alone. One’s identity was this &amp; much more. The form failed to say what we liked, what we disliked, if we loved doing something or not. In other words it was redundant. If the participants felt such then they were asked to tear up the forms and if they did not then keep it. The whole group saving five participants tore up their forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture I read out three stereotype profiles using the quantitative data such as name, birthplace, etc and the group was asked to describe these characters based on their name and information given. The participants came up with the stereotypical answers as expected&lt;br /&gt;Durga Mondol from Murshidabad had to be a factory worker with no education and Mohammad Ansari a ‘goonda’. When the real characteristics of these profile were read out, the participants were surprised ( Durga Mondol, a national swimming champ, Ansari a women’s activist) the remaining four participants also tore their form saying the form did not do justice to the type of person they really were. Only one participant still maintained that the form could be an identity if a picture was provided. Nargis then took out Sahar’s picture and asked him to say what he thought about this woman (birthplace, work, language, etc) when he was unable to make a successful analysis h realised he was wrong and he tore up his form too much to the relief of the facilitators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human being was not made up of these forms and the data collected rather it was in his character that we can find the true him. The participants were then asked to think up of an image and using the keys given (colour, smell, sadness etc) describe it on paper and then share it with the rest of the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important and recurring points about the images:&lt;br /&gt;Shapeless&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of birds and leaves&lt;br /&gt;The place becomes flooded when angry&lt;br /&gt;Green place with lots of trees&lt;br /&gt;Waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the participants spoke about a green place with trees as part of their image. Only one girl ( Reshma) had a desert place, with cactus, lack of colours, sadness as her theme. When prodded further she said that was how she was currently feeling hence the image.&lt;br /&gt;After this exercise the participants were asked to write a poem titled ‘I Am’ using the keys given in the previous exercise. They were told they could be as experimental as they wanted to be and if they desired they could do without using the keys and write something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seen that many of the participants had made themselves birds of other objects and created a whole new identity for themselves in this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point lunch break was announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, chits were passed around with a feeling written on them and selected participants were asked to act this out to the rest of the group who had to identify it. After this exercise further chits were given and the group was divided into two people sub groups and then they were asked to write the symptoms of the feeling given in their chit and the group had to identify the feeling. Both the exercises were quite popular and were easily identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point we spoke about feelings and emotions and how it affects poetry writing. After this discussion, the facilitators asked the participants to pick out any two colourful characters from their neighbourhood and share something funny. This exercise was used to successfully close the session on a fun note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants were then further told about Kalam and what it does and contact details given. Comment sheets were passed around for their comments and suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;The session ended on a high note. All the participants were extremely happy and wanted to come back for more if there was any. Some great works were collected which will be displayed in the fair later on in the year. The facilitators enjoyed this experience as much as the participants did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-6860400334777410644?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6860400334777410644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=6860400334777410644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6860400334777410644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6860400334777410644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/10/bal-vividha-kalam-day-three.html' title='Bal Vividha- Kalam (day three)'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-8562923792418320275</id><published>2008-10-18T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:03:02.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bal Vividha-Kalam (day two)</title><content type='html'>DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This session started with the participants being asked to discuss why the writer’s notebook was so important and what role did it play if at all to writing. Nargis shared her views on it and said how Melissa Pritchard who had conducted workshops with her had told the writer’s notebook was like a mother and if the writer did not love it then one would not get the enthusiasm to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants were then handed out blank sheets of paper and asked to draw a map of their hearts. Some of the possible things that they could include were: places they loved visiting, stories they had heard/hear, people you like, happiness and sadness, things one might have lost. Basically things which had left a mark in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nargis then brought out her own sketch of the heart where she explained how some of the things depicted there were such important part of hr life. Her first taxi ride alone, visit to Darjeeling, getting her passport made etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants were then asked to share it with the rest of the group. Many interesting imagery came up during the course of this exercise- dreams and ambitions, love, hardships, fantasy. House and dead loved ones were a common theme found in most of the participant’s works. &lt;br /&gt;For example, Smriti drew a house and when she explained it she told a tragic story about how a young girl who lived there had been raped. She did not know this girl but the story and the house had left a deep impression in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants were then asked to revisit the five senses we had discussed in the previous session and using those asked to write a poem about the lane in front of their house. The poems were then discussed with the whole group and suggestions and changes were made by the participants themselves.&lt;br /&gt;After this exercise the participants were told about similes and metaphors. They were told how it was important in poetry and how anyone could actually make these similes by comparing one object to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box of crayons red in colour was passed around in the room and using their five senses the participants were asked to come up with at least one interesting comparison between the box of crayons and some other object. I explained this by passing about a green file and comparing it to a thin blade of green grass and the texture to the oil that my mother puts on my sister’s hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the interesting comparisons that came up with the box of crayons were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells like soil&lt;br /&gt;Red like blood&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a red rose&lt;br /&gt;Like the colours of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Like the red ‘alta’ my mother uses&lt;br /&gt;The sun in the autumn sky&lt;br /&gt;Like a thin notebook&lt;br /&gt;Oily like the leaf of a lotus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the session was stopped for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the post lunch session with the free writing exercise where the participants had to write about their names for at least ten minutes without removing their pens and not taking time to think. Interestingly one participant wrote his name for three consecutive pages since he felt he could not think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this exercise we went back to the similes and metaphors and the comparison that were made. The facilitators used a dead crow as an example and used five different ways in which this dead crow could be seen. Followed by a discussion, a glass of water was brought and placed in the middle of the room. The participants were asked to look at it and then write five ways in which this glass of water could be viewed. The comparisons could be as outrageous as possible but it could not be a common imagery or everyday theme. Some of the comparisons the participants came up with are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pond with a boundary wall&lt;br /&gt;A drop of tear&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Magnifying glass&lt;br /&gt;An upside down temple&lt;br /&gt;Particle of sand&lt;br /&gt;White sky&lt;br /&gt;The pent up sadness in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Early morning fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this Sandra Cisneros’ poem ‘My Name’ was read and discussed and then the participants were asked to similarly write five lines about their names associating the name with a number, colour, feature, smell etc. the poems were discussed and changes and suggestions made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-8562923792418320275?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8562923792418320275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=8562923792418320275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8562923792418320275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8562923792418320275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/10/bal-vividha-kalam-day-two.html' title='Bal Vividha-Kalam (day two)'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-7492970688617475065</id><published>2008-10-18T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:01:31.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bal Vividha- Kalam (day one)</title><content type='html'>Bal Vividha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15th to 17th October)&lt;br /&gt;The theme for this year’s Bal Vividha was Education for Change and a concentration on alternative forms of education. Creativity has been as a mover of change and all the workshops were centred on this theme.&lt;br /&gt;Kalam conducted three full day workshops on poetry and creative writing. The workshop was called ‘Power of Writing’ and facilitated by me and Nargis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;The sessions had fifteen participants from various schools and backgrounds( there were two participants from English medium schools, a few participants from Murshidabad who had problem talking, and the other participants were from various other parts of the city and state. Their ages ranged from 13 to approximately 20) and thus it was one of the most diverse groups of participants I have worked with till now. The participants were asked to introduce themselves after which we played a ‘name game’ where the participants had to associate their names with a place which began with the first letter of their names. This was an energiser round and was intended to break the ice between the participants and the facilitators.&lt;br /&gt;The participants were asked what they had thought of when registering for the workshop. For some of them it was a forum to polish on their writing skills. Others had never written before and thought they could use it as means of learning how to write and for some it was the first time they were participating in a public program like this and had no idea what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;We started the workshop by handing out blank sheets to all the participants and other stationery such as crayons and pencils. The participants were told to imagine that they cannot talk and write and the only way of expression for themselves was through images. They were asked to draw images and share it with the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was observed that most of the group belonging to the higher age range preferred to just use their pens and pencils and kept the pictures as minimal as possible whereas the participants from the younger age group had colourful pictures and made use of lots of colours and imagery. There were two teachers from the organisations participating as observers and they took part in this activity as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the participants had finished with their drawings, they were asked to exchange their papers and each had to explain the drawing of the co participant and tell what they thought of him or her through the drawings. After which the participant who had made that drawing was himself/herself asked to explain it and share it with the rest of the group.&lt;br /&gt;Bilkis Khatun for example had drawn a tree and a house. Nargis started the discussion by saying she though the tree was where Bilkis had for the first time met her lover and the house was a dream which she perhaps wanted to build some day. Tumpa on the other hand felt theatre was somewhere Bilkis used to hang out with friends. Bilkis said the hosuelike structure was her school which she was very fond of and the tree was in her house courtyard and she felt a strange affection towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the common images that were seen through this exercise were trees, flowers, televisions, house (or house like structures)&lt;br /&gt;Hazara Khatun was the only participant who drew a nurse and spoke about her life’s ambition to become one through her image. Many of the participants also spoke about their dreams through these images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this exercise the participants were told how poetry was also nothing but written imagery. Keeping this mind they were each asked to write one line about what they thought about ‘Night’ and compare it to one image. They were asked no to use common images such as darkness. Solitary, etc but to try and think of other images which one might not immediately associate with night. The lines were then read out and a group poem was created titled ‘Night is’ with each of the participants having contributed one line each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Is&lt;br /&gt;Night is a beautiful woman&lt;br /&gt;Night is the drooping eyelids&lt;br /&gt;Night is silence&lt;br /&gt;Night is the light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Night is the solitary heart&lt;br /&gt;Night is the dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;Night is a message that like night is followed by day, sadness is followed by happiness&lt;br /&gt;Night is the light of the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Night is watching stars on the lonely terrace&lt;br /&gt;Night is the soft sound of breeze&lt;br /&gt;Night is the moonlight streaming in through the broken windows&lt;br /&gt;Night is the end of all my hopes and wishes&lt;br /&gt;Night is walking through the lonely streets&lt;br /&gt;Night is sleeping in the cool shades of my mother’s sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this poem was created there was a lunch break for an hour after which the participants would return for the second half of the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch the participants were asked to play an energiser game where they would walk about the room and a number would be called out and the participants would have to form that number and the remaining few would be out. This would continue till there were two remaining participants.&lt;br /&gt;The participants were then given copies of Al Mahmoud’s poem “Poetry Is” The poem was read out and then discussed by the facilitators and the participants themselves. Some of the key points discussed were: what poetry means to the poet and what it meant to the participants. How poetry talks about everyday life and such. Poetry is not only about having a rhyming scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture the concept of five senses- smell, touch, see, feel, hear was discussed and using these senses the participants were asked to write a poem of five lines each  about what poetry was for them. The poem was titled ‘Poetry is’. After which they were asked to share it with the rest of the group. The poems were discussed and suggestions and changes were made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7492970688617475065?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7492970688617475065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7492970688617475065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7492970688617475065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7492970688617475065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/10/bal-vividha-kalam-day-one.html' title='Bal Vividha- Kalam (day one)'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-7266429018104818740</id><published>2008-10-15T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:07:59.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking back at September</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: times new roman;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSHUKTA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: times new roman;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: times new roman;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoFooter, li.MsoFooter, div.MsoFooter 	{margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	tab-stops:center 3.0in right 6.0in; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the outset, let me start by wishing all of you Shubo Bijoya. I hope your Pujas were exactly what you wanted them to be (peaceful/noisy/non-existent...). I had all good intentions of posting this earlier, but then I was hit by the viral, after recovering from which work was quite hectic and then came the Pujas. So after a very long period of virtual absence I'm sitting down to write that post about our visit to Murshidabad and then, a short performance we staged a fortnight ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata Sanved has been trying to involve itself with governmental ventures in the area of social development and one of these partnerships is with a government shelter home in Behrampore. We will be conducting dance movement therapy sessions with the girls and women in this home, once a month. I went with two other members of Sanved for the first session and it was, as I'd expected, enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having visited a couple of governmental care giving institutions in the past, I wasn't surprised to see that in terms of infrastructure, the shelter home at Behrampore was not lacking in any area. The home was accompanied by very large grounds and the building itself was well planned -- large rooms with high ceilings that attracted air and were sunny. However, as my experiences in the past had indicated, the maintenance of the facilities left a lot to be desired. The ceilings were overhung with cobwebs and the floors were carpeted with dust. The grounds had become the home for various kinds of weeds and wild grass: unfortunate, because with a little care they could have been made to look quite attractive. Moreover, the girls themselves could have helped with the gardening. Which brings me to the girls. My co-trainer conducted 3 two-hour sessions for 3 groups of women/girls and each of the groups took to the sessions she had conceptualized with marked enthusiasm. They seemed so happy to be given the opportunity to do something creative and &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;, for want of a better word. They lapped up the exercises that were done and displayed much eagerness in picking up what was being shown to them. It was as if they were starved for creative endeavours. In that sense, it's great that we have been given the chance to provide them with this space where they can explore their creative impulses. While I didn't conduct any session with them this time round, I certainly hope to in the course of our subsequent visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other development that I wanted to write about concerned a short performance Sanved was asked to put up for a programme that Anjali was organizing. In case you're not familiar with Anjali, it's a human rights agency that works to rehabilitate mentally challenged persons. This programme took place on the 1st of October, when nearly all our staff members had gone to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for a regional workshop. So the responsibility of devising a performance lay with the few of us who had not gone. Six of us were involved in the performance and all of us helped with the concept building, script-writing and direction (our piece dealt with issues pertaining to mental health care). I really enjoyed this process and it did make me realize how much I miss directing. I do hope I get the chance to work on developing more performances with Sanved in the coming months.&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7266429018104818740?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7266429018104818740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7266429018104818740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7266429018104818740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7266429018104818740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-back-at-september.html' title='Looking back at September'/><author><name>Shuktara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650997048515207961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-8091440276098385518</id><published>2008-09-29T12:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:23:54.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mediation, dialogue and negotiation</title><content type='html'>Here at Meta-Culture things have been pretty crazy! Another 2 interns- a British guy and a local lawyer, have recently joined the team. I feel like I have been here forever and its strange to see them floundering and finding their way around. Its great, though, to have so many interesting people around. I think the Meta Culture staff span almost all continents at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Open Enrollment, my project for Meta-Culture Consulting, I am currently also part of the team that is setting up Meta-Culture's Community Mediation Centre. I had no idea how much work and planning goes into setting something up! I am in charge of the Administration and am project managing the planning of the Basic Mediation Course which will be conducted mid November. The Basic Mediation Course is the foundation course for anyone who wants to become a mediator. We are hoping to be able get a few people from this course to continue on as apprentices and finally train them as mediators for the Mediation Centre. Having had no experience with administration i am having to read MANY MANY manuals regarding the set up of mediation centres in the US primarily, which we are modeling this mediation centre on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Bengaluru Speaks was held again on Friday. This time the theme was Violence in Urban India because of the current events that have been cropping up all over the country. The dialogue was intense and even volatile towards the end and on the whole a success because we got people talking about their opinions on a very real and honest level. NDTV was actually present at the event and they are doing a piece on Meta-Culture which will be screened at 9.30 on 2nd October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im entering the last month of my internship here and I am seriously considering extending it for a little while so that i can finish my projects and tie up loose ends. Hope all you other interns are learning and having as much fun as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mihika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-8091440276098385518?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8091440276098385518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=8091440276098385518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8091440276098385518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8091440276098385518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/mediation-dialogue-and-negotiation.html' title='Mediation, dialogue and negotiation'/><author><name>Mihika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03558994589561482678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-8935308035443964597</id><published>2008-09-26T12:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:35:12.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ophelia's Complaint</title><content type='html'>To continue my discussion with Catherine Filloux’s collection of plays that I have proof-read, I am taking up her play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary and Myra&lt;/span&gt;. It is different from the three previous plays discussed because it is not about genocide. But the common thread of oppression links it to the others. Nineteenth century USA, 1870s to be more precise is the backdrop of the play. Mary is Mary Todd Lincoln, wife of Abraham Lincoln and Myra is Myra Bradwell, the first female lawyer of America. In 1875 Mary had been institutionalized by her only living son on the grounds of insanity. Myra, a good friend tries to get her released from there. The play is based on the few visits that Myra pays to Mary in the asylum where they discuss and argue about myriad issues–from a mother’s hopes and disappointments around her offspring, the position of a woman in that society, to the constant obstacles faced by a woman trying to practise law which was seen as an exclusively male profession.  The dialogue between these two very sharp and intelligent middle-aged women is absorbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary has a peculiar problem. She is not mad but has to pretend to be so to keep the doctors appeased who diagnosed her so-called madness, and almost anything she says is construed as a further evidence of her mental instability, so that she is coached and reduced to repeating parrot-like just one reply–‘I think this fair and right’. Imagine repeating this calmly over and over again as one injustice after another is hurled upon you! It requires a lot of patience and self control, attributes incompatible with the notion of madness. So I thought—what is after all insanity? Sanity and insanity are concepts coined by men in a patriarchal society where a woman is labelled insane if she goes against the role defined for her. Is it a tag to cover up non conformity? For quite clearly, Mary is not mad. She is rather a woman with a personality who is eccentric and quirky at times. In the nineteenth century such women were considered wild and unruly and put into asylums by husbands and sons who could not control them. This was also only incidentally the easiest way to usurp their properties, as in the case of Mary. What Filloux has done is to question the presumptions on which sanity and insanity are based. Insanity here is not determined by the state of mental health but by the whims of the dominant male voice. Therefore it becomes a fluid concept based on perspective. Through her intelligent and perceptive protagonist Mary, she is showing us that it is actually Mary who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sane&lt;/span&gt; and the society outside the asylum who are suffering from a peculiar kind of madness in their desperate, insecure need to suppress in women all freedom of expression. The technique that Filloux uses to drive home her point reminds me of Shaw. Shaw at the turn of the twentieth century used the technique of reversal in his social plays. He would begin his play with a dominant, prevailing and accepted idea and then through logical discourse between his characters would slowly dismantle and invert that idea and replace it with his socially revolutionary idea. Take for instance Shaw’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arms and the Man&lt;/span&gt; where Raina and Sergius are cured of their romantic notions by Bluntschli, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candida&lt;/span&gt; where Morell’s assumption of being the master of the house is shattered by his perceptive wife Candida, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; master of the house. Similarly in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary and Myra&lt;/span&gt; Mary turns upside down the conventional notion of madness by her logical arguments. Thus Filloux has taken up two historical female characters to raise a number of pertinent social issues which are sadly still relevant in our times— be it professional prejudices faced by women or the unequal struggle to control property and inheritance. I feel that the appeal of the play lies in how we can identify and sympathize with the plight of the protagonists while being separated by centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to discuss the last remaining play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beauty Inside &lt;/span&gt;in this blog as well, but did not realize that I would have so much to say about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary and Myra&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I will take it up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-8935308035443964597?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8935308035443964597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=8935308035443964597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8935308035443964597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8935308035443964597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/ophelias-complaint.html' title='Ophelia&apos;s Complaint'/><author><name>sucharita ghosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13624773293911632306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-8760607840500334769</id><published>2008-09-25T02:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:03:20.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Writing Session'/><title type='text'>Diary Writing Session Article in the Statesman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thestatesman.net/page.news.php?clid=18&amp;theme=&amp;usrsess=1&amp;id=223987"&gt;http://www.thestatesman.net/page.news.php?clid=18&amp;theme=&amp;usrsess=1&amp;id=223987&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-8760607840500334769?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8760607840500334769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=8760607840500334769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8760607840500334769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8760607840500334769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/diary-writing-session-article-in.html' title='Diary Writing Session Article in the Statesman'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-551282535846708750</id><published>2008-09-20T11:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:08:29.622+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On September 14, Writeherewritenow organised a 'Doodle and Decipher' Workshop for its members. Because it is examination time, only 6 members showed up which was quite a disappointment. Megha, Richa and I had come up with the module, mailing each other and brainstorming over telephone conversations. The idea was to get the children to draw and then exchange their drawings with one another and write a story based on that. Each child was given two blank sheets. One blank sheet was divided into four squares where the child had to draw a human character, a scenery, an image and an object. The children were then  told to exchange their papers and they came up with stories ranging from humorous to gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Frank Anthony Public School. 60 children took part in the Workshop on story starters. On 27th, we do a journaling session with the Frank Anthony Students and see how they respond to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-551282535846708750?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/551282535846708750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=551282535846708750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/551282535846708750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/551282535846708750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-september-14-writeherewritenow.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-9161105186340022097</id><published>2008-09-18T12:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:58:34.785+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Genocide and Literature</title><content type='html'>I had mentioned Catherine Filloux’s play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eyes of the Heart&lt;/span&gt; in my last blog. I was citing it as an example of the problems faced in translating native colloquialisms into a foreign language. In the meantime I have read four more of her plays and have been deeply impressed by her commitment to socially relevant issues. It has been a great learning experience as well since I started researching on the net for finer details and related topics and unearthed very shocking and disturbing instances of human rights abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Eyes of the Heart&lt;/span&gt; deals with how the genocide in Cambodia during the Pol Pot regime continues to affect and change lives forever. The protagonist Thida San has become blind after seeing her teenaged daughter being beheaded and burnt in front of her. Her brother has arranged for her to take refuge in the US where she is undergoing treatment for the blindness. In reality there are at least 150 Cambodian women living in the US who have experienced ‘functional blindness’ related to what they saw during the Khmer Rouge rule. I tried to imagine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; something so terrible that I would become blind. I failed. Two of her other plays also revolve around genocide: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemkin’s House&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence of God&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemkin’s House&lt;/span&gt; is based on Raphael Lemkin, a Jewish lawyer, who fled from the Holocaust and spent his entire life trying to get a law against genocide ratified by the UN and US. We all know the meaning of the word ‘genocide’ but I didn’t know that the word had been coined by Lemkin: ‘genos’ from the Greek meaning race or tribe and ‘cide’ from the Latin meaning to kill. That long after he died the UN still hesitated to use the ‘g’ word for the Rwandan and Bosnian genocide of the 1990s. Filloux’s play begins at a point when Lemkin dies of a cardiac arrest while continuing with his efforts to enforce a treaty against genocide. After dying Lemkin wakes up to find himself in a house where he meets a number of people such as Congress Senators, UN officials, victims of rape, human rights abuse victims as well as his mother. Lemkin realizes that though his efforts may have led to the passing of a law, that law is nothing but a joke as human rights violation is rampant all around. Lemkin died in 1959. By bringing a dead Lemkin back on stage, Filloux is raising a very pertinent point. She is looking at the Cambodian genocide of the 1970s, the Bosnian and Rwandan genocide– but from Lemkin’s perspective. The perspective of a man who selflessly devoted his entire life to at least recognize genocide as a crime, to ensure that if it is repeated in future its perpetrators will be booked and punished. The play made me think. As did the other play&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Silence of God&lt;/span&gt;. This is about Cambodia and Pol Pot. The protagonist, Sarah, is a journalist who is dedicated to the cause of finding out ‘why evil flourishes, why it can’t be stopped’? She is in love with Heng, a poet, who is a victim of  the Pol Pot regime, when he lost his wife and children in the infamous ‘killing fields’. The focal point of the play is a build up to an interview of Pol Pot by Sarah which turns out to be a total let-down. The play ends on a pessimistic note when Heng commits suicide. He was trying to overcome his trauma and start life afresh with Sarah but when he returned to an apparently liberated Cambodia he saw that that his brother is working for a man who in turn works for someone who was once Pol Pot’s right-hand-man. The realization that not only have the guilty not been punished but that they are flourishing (the former right-hand-man is now a business tycoon who plans to set up the largest hotel in Cambodia on the most beautiful part of the river-side), hits him hard. The point that Filloux is trying to drive home–sometimes subtly and sometimes forcefully is that injustice is continuing. No matter how many laws are passed. We cannot undo the wrongs of the past. But surely such works are a reminder, a warning to act judiciously when such atrocities happen again. And they are happening all around us. Just because they are happening in another country and we do not want to get involved in a wrangle over international politics, we cannot look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What I liked about these plays is that they are not propagandist literature. Filloux has very beautifully woven human elements into the causes she is dealing with. So that at the primary level one is touched by the story. And then one is moved to think of the larger issues she is giving voice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Two other plays remain to be discussed. I will take them up in my next blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-9161105186340022097?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/9161105186340022097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=9161105186340022097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/9161105186340022097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/9161105186340022097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/genocide-and-literature.html' title='Genocide and Literature'/><author><name>sucharita ghosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13624773293911632306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-2037597120373805911</id><published>2008-09-14T21:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:30:12.147+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bal Vividha.</title><content type='html'>It's been a month and a half since I started working at Comet Media Foundation. I am working with them specifically for their annual fair which promotes alternative education. The fair is called Bal Vividha and is scheduled to take place in December this year. There will also be a series of workshops in October, strictly for children. So far, I have been involved mostly in planning workshops. We have included workshops on Human Rights and Writing this year. I am also trying to design an interactive corner dealing with art and therapy. It's still in it's formative stages. We have also been getting in touch with schools, NGOs and other organisaions for confirming participation. The fair will also be held at a rural level. However workshops there are related to a greater understanding of subjects within their curriculum, whereas the ones to be held in October and December have a large number of workshops that will cultivate interest in areas other than acdemics.&lt;br /&gt;The last month has been one of endless planning of workshops, for funds, contacting schools etc. I will elaborate on the workshops that I am trying to/have introduced gradually. So far, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-2037597120373805911?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2037597120373805911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=2037597120373805911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2037597120373805911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/2037597120373805911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/bal-vividha.html' title='Bal Vividha.'/><author><name>Puck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17763290649561988819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu_RR5F10ZY/TUD4xQeDDoI/AAAAAAAAARM/GulQVyJrl1U/s220/Photo%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-9099313936201251245</id><published>2008-09-13T17:14:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:57:39.106+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts as Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Session'/><title type='text'>Diary Writing Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SMvn-ycfljI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mtchZ6eweJs/s1600-h/Mhs2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SMvn-ycfljI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mtchZ6eweJs/s400/Mhs2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541256882263602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparajita, a Voices Co-ordinator  with the Statesman, makes notes while the girls are busy writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SMvmeQJg-xI/AAAAAAAAASw/K9gde5U1L6E/s1600-h/mhs1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SMvmeQJg-xI/AAAAAAAAASw/K9gde5U1L6E/s400/mhs1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245539598408416018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Modern High School Students at the Workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SMvo_mi5tQI/AAAAAAAAATA/fYGmGf3M6og/s1600-h/mhs3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SMvo_mi5tQI/AAAAAAAAATA/fYGmGf3M6og/s400/mhs3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245542370379412738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles after the Workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first post as a Choice Intern, I had discussed the importance of the Arts and the concept of Arts as Therapy. The idea originated from " The Diary of Anne Frank"- a diary read and acknowledged the world over. Anne Frank was only thirteen when she began to write and she wrote during times of war. As an adolescent,she had to come to terms with internal strife while also negotiating her way through the Holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of children we addressed at Modern High School for Girls today were from classes six,seven and eight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session started with Megha telling the children about conflict and how it is important to explore one's feelings and to put those thoughts down on paper. One child said that the diary was like a "friend" to her, while another thought it was important to write a diary because it helped her to implement the vocabulary that she had acquired from her favourite books. Megha went on to tell the children that in interpersonal human relationships, a certain degree of expectation is inevitable. However, as far as Diary Writing is concerned, a diary can be a non-judgemental friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richa took over from here and told the children to write about themselves. She asked them to introduce themselves on paper, but in an "unusual" manner, assuring them that they would not have to read out anything that they had written. The next exercise was called the "cheering up" exercise where the children had to list five things that made them happy, sharing any two of the five things if they chose to do so. The next exercise involved writing about fear and memories of humiliation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of this Workshop was to help children put down their thoughts down on paper and delve into the process of self-discovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-9099313936201251245?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/9099313936201251245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=9099313936201251245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/9099313936201251245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/9099313936201251245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/09/diary-writing-session.html' title='Diary Writing Session'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SMvn-ycfljI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mtchZ6eweJs/s72-c/Mhs2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1625229330775925191</id><published>2008-08-26T11:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:11:08.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And this is what I have been doing at Meta-Culture..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello Everybody!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry its been such a long time since I last wrote. I have been settling in and settling down in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and at Meta-Culture. As I said in the last blog I wrote, I am working on the Open Enrollment Team for Meta-Culture Consulting and doing whatever else is required of me for Consulting as well as for &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Meta- Culture Dialogics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Open Enrollment Managing Workplace Conflict Workshop is going to be held on the 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of August. This basically means it is crunch time for the team. We have 34 participants from different companies confirmed to come, which was quite a feat in itself considering how many companies had no clue what we were talking about when we called saying “We are a Conflict Management Company”. This two day workshop is important for Meta-Culture financially and it also introduces the organization and what it does to other companies who may then want either training or consulting services from Meta-Culture at a later date. Even though we have most of our participants confirmed we still need to get them to send cheques, fill out forms and also get other logistical details to fall into place. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meta-Culture Dialogics had the second Bengaluru Speaks this last Friday. For those who haven’t read my last blog or don’t remember, Bengaluru Speaks is a forum for the discussion and facilitation of dialogue concerning citizens of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Facilitation and Dialogue are integral parts of Conflict Resolution and this forum provides a safe place for people to come and talk to one another. At this Bengaluru Speaks the method of facilitation used was called ‘&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Listening   Circle&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;’. There were about 8 tables of 5 with one facilitator on each table. In the centre of the table was a origami flower (made by our Japanese colleague Koari) which served as a talking tool i.e. you could only talk if you had it in your hand. This method worked brilliantly and for the first time in my life I saw people actually actively listening and not interrupting each other once we got going. First we mixed everybody up and then got them seated at the tables. Beth and Ashok were facilitating the session whilst everyone else from the office sat at a separate table with 5 participants. The theme for the evening was ‘Dealing with difference’ and the first question we discussed was “Who do you consider an outsider to the community you belong to?”, the second question asked people to relate a personal incident or experience to explain why they feel that way about the ‘outsider’ they named in the first round. And the third round&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was a Q&amp;amp;A round. The questions and the theme really made people think and controlled environment ensured that they listened. On a personal note, I was extremely nervous in the beginning to be facilitating a table by myself, but it wasn’t to hard and the people at my table were extremely respectful of each others’ space. Some of the discussions got quite heated by the end but since people were no allowed to respond to each other or interrupt, it remained more or less peaceful and I think promoted understanding as opposed to conflict. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the whole I absolutely love working here at Meta-Culture! The people in this office are awesome, interesting, respectful and friendly. I don’t feel like an intern at all but part of a team. There is virtually no politics in this office which I think is so rare. Everyo is one here seems open to constructive criticism and the environment is such that one can say anything to anyone as long as it’s respectful and well meaning. Some administrative changes have been taking place and I now have a Senior Manager (Beth) to report to. I’m probably going to have a meeting with her tomorrow to discuss my internship goals and what I would like to work on next. I’m super excited for whatever is next because so far everything has been a great learning experience and has been fun. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope all you other interns are having as good a time. Until the next blog then..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mihika&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1625229330775925191?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1625229330775925191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1625229330775925191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1625229330775925191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1625229330775925191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-this-is-what-i-have-been-doing-at.html' title='And this is what I have been doing at Meta-Culture..'/><author><name>Mihika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03558994589561482678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-729292210011485630</id><published>2008-08-25T09:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:27:43.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Found in Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     I have spent most of my first month of intern-ship at Seagull Publications proofreading English translations of collections of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mahasweta&lt;/span&gt; Devi's stories as well as a couple of plays by Catherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Filloux&lt;/span&gt;. About &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mahasweta&lt;/span&gt; Devi's stories- I was told that they were being revised for a worldwide publication. Therefore I would have to keep a lookout for native and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;colloquial words which would need footnotes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;     The stories translated by the likes of Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak and Ipsita Chanda are mostly about tribal and rural Bengal and that too of bygone eras. Coming across words like 'Milk-Mother', 'daughter-in-law sister' and 'Lion-seated goddess' among many others, I felt that they were not sounding right- that something was being lost in translation. I realized that such phrases cannot be translated without losing their essence. This must be a major problem faced by any translator. Further as a Bengali I myself cannot relate to the local dialects of the rural and adivasi characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;. That dialect once translated is twice removed from me. A reader to whom Bengali is a foreign language would be thrice removed from the nuances of the language. What is then to be done to overcome this hurdle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;     The eventual aim or objective of language is communication- the eternal conflict of the what and how. The reader must then learn to apprehend truth through active imaginative empathy. The appreciation of such words in terms of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mot juste &lt;/span&gt;is fallacious. Hence the act of reading must be revised. And the word shouldn't be the doorway to understanding but the key with which you must open the door yourself. Its as if in earlier narratives the reader was a mere spectator and the author was a virtuoso magician who would conjure up a door out of thin air and make us see things through that doorway which have no basis in reality. But now the reader has to go up on stage himself,only nudged on by the author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;     A case in point would be Catherine Filloux's play 'Eyes of the Heart'. It is about Cambodian refugees settled in the US who are still trying to come to terms with the atrocities inflicted on them during the Pol Pot regime. Here too I noticed clusters of words sticking out because they were translations of native words. But it is the spirit of the play that mattered and I could identify with the issues raised through 'active imaginative empathy'. My observation is that whether it is a translated work or a work influenced heavily by native rituals and colloquialisms- it requires involvement on the part of the reader which cuts across barriers of culture and language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-729292210011485630?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/729292210011485630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=729292210011485630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/729292210011485630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/729292210011485630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/found-in-translation.html' title='Found in Translation'/><author><name>sucharita ghosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13624773293911632306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1744472298652506343</id><published>2008-08-18T15:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:11:32.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Internship with Kolkata Sanved ~ 2</title><content type='html'>At the end of my last post I mentioned my plans to introduce Image Theatre in my sessions with Apne Aap. However, after one class we began preparing for something that turned out to be much more exciting than anything I could have done using Image Theatre techniques: a skit on the occasion of Independence Day. Every year, Apne Aap puts up a small, in-house programme on 15th August (I hadn't been aware of this when I wrote my last post). This year was no different, and our classes for the rest of July and the beginning of August were geared towards getting a couple of performances ready. Khateja (a dance movement therapist from Sanved with whom I conduct these classes) and I decided to do two pieces -- one would be a dance performance, the other a short play. Right at the outset, I asked the girls to devise three skits (they were divided into three groups) that would convey what independence/freedom meant to them. They came up with wonderfully imaginative performances that dealt with street sexual harassment and the abuse of power (both of which denied them their right to freedom). Additionally, they put up a skit which revolved around a statue of Mahatma Gandhi and three individuals who pass it at different times and steal signature objects that we associate with Gandhi, which are adorning it (spectacles, a walking stick etc). I decided to weave these narratives together and develop a skit that would basically juxtapose the lack of respect accorded to a monument of Gandhi with the abuse of the ideals he stood for in present-day India (daily acts of exploitation). The girls were as cooperative as always and came up with dialogues like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desh azad hua, lekin hum kab azadi hogi&lt;/span&gt;?" (Our country has gained independence but when will we become independent?) All in all, I think the skit turned out to be as enjoyable as it was thought-provoking. The girls seemed to enjoy themselves a lot while they worked, enacting their roles with elan. The script was completely their own creation; Khateja and I only helped to give it a coherent shape and direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, if I could develop this piece further, I would like to examine how we could bring in Gandhian means of protest/resistance in the sequences where the girls decide to fight against the harassment they are facing. We could, then, extend the Gandhian metaphor further. Perhaps additional layers can be added to the performance if Apne Aap or Sanved wish to use the piece for a future programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of Apne Aap, my other update is that I began conducting classes with 8-10 year olds at Patha Bhavan. Our activities with them are somewhat different, directed at providing enjoyment and not necessarily therapy (since it is a mainstream school, the needs of the children are different from children living in slums or shelter homes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'll be traveling to Murshidabad to conduct a day-long workshop along with another trainer from Sanved at a government shelter home. I expect that will throw up a completely new experience for me to muse over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1744472298652506343?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1744472298652506343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1744472298652506343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1744472298652506343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1744472298652506343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/internship-with-kolkata-sanved-2.html' title='Internship with Kolkata Sanved ~ 2'/><author><name>Shuktara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650997048515207961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-721014145051181788</id><published>2008-08-14T18:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:33:29.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'll Find Out: Trips with the Irish boys to Sabuj Sangha and DAS</title><content type='html'>The first time I heard that there were 40 Irish youth right here in Calcutta volunteering with various NGOs, I was overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;‘Are they taking over?’, my boss asked.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered whether there are 40 Indian youth right now in Calcutta who’re as committed to make a difference in the life of others, and thereby change, in whatever subtle manner, their own lives.  Perhaps there are. But I don’t know them yet. I’ll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgpykRgzQB0/SKQ6YuBEFLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/N553fCfP04Q/s1600-h/DSC_7074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgpykRgzQB0/SKQ6YuBEFLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/N553fCfP04Q/s320/DSC_7074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234372863255123122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founded in 2002 in Ireland, Suas Educational Development is a movement dedicated to supporting quality education in targeted under-resourced communities, with programmes in India, Ireland and Kenya.  They are committed to helping individuals fulfill their potential and play meaningful roles in shaping the world. Every summer, Suas recruits a group of 40 dynamic youth as volunteers to different social development bodies in India and Kenya, where they help build educational capacities of schools and teaching centres in under-served communities. I got to know about this wonderful initiative from a friend of a friend of mine. But even before that, Stephen Murphy of Suas, coordinator of the Irish team, found Choice on the internet. He wanted to know how youth leadership programmes function here. I met him and talked about Choice, sharing stories of successes and challenges. I was also eager to know how the Irish youth work, given especially the barrier of language. Stephen suggested that I visit some of the many centres the Irish youth are working at to get a better grasp of what they do, and importantly, how they do it. For me, it was also an opportunity to visit these NGOs and literally the ‘field’ they work in and see what kind of help Choice’s internship programme can extend to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day Stephen and Kieran O’Brien, fellow coordinator, accompanied me to three schools run by Sabuj Sangha (www.sabujsangha.org) on way to Port Canning. Each of these centres attracts at least 50 to 60 kids from the locality, and is served by an average of three teachers. Add to that two Irish volunteers who not only work closely with the teachers to enrich their teaching capacity, but also interact directly with the kids. I was genuinely impressed by the way the Irish guys have picked up a lot of basic Bengali words and expression, and there seemed to be no hindrance whatsoever in their direct communication with the children. So, I realized the ‘language barrier’ doesn’t quite exist. Sabuj Sangha is dedicates itself to involve the entire community in the development process. So, it runs micro-finance projects that benefit the parents and even grandparents of the children who come to their schools. I realized that there’re infinite ways of pumping young blood into these initiatives. There’s tremendous scope for internships at Sabuj Sangha. The Irish volunteers are on a time-bound visit. But we Indians are here to stay. Or are we? I’ll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was dedicated to Development Action Society (www.das.co.in). They run similar schools for children, mostly in the underserved suburbs of Calcutta. I was struck by the wonderful discipline the kids maintain in these schools. Thanks to the teachers, who are obviously extremely well-trained. I do not remember being so earnest and so ‘bhodro’ when I was in school. One of the centres we went to was pretty much in the middle of the massive garbage dump near what is popularly called ‘Dhapa’. I was unaware of the thriving community there and it was great to see how the kids take school so seriously. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgpykRgzQB0/SKQ6YwFw6QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bE5HjEAfLZI/s1600-h/DSC_7823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgpykRgzQB0/SKQ6YwFw6QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bE5HjEAfLZI/s320/DSC_7823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234372863811709186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The afternoon was excruciatingly hot and sweaty. But there was no dearth of studiousness. Once again, I was convinced that DAS is a place that young people should come to in order to learn and make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these visits as very important inroads into building lasting connections with two more wonderful organizations here in Calcutta. And moreover, it’s the beginning of a relationship with Suas. There’s a lot that Choice can learn from them. I’ll find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-721014145051181788?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/721014145051181788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=721014145051181788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/721014145051181788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/721014145051181788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-time-i-heard-that-there-were-40.html' title='I&apos;ll Find Out: Trips with the Irish boys to Sabuj Sangha and DAS'/><author><name>Bishan Samaddar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01023061766078887563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgpykRgzQB0/SKq3UIHHQOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/F8Osiwg1jR4/S220/DSC_2644+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgpykRgzQB0/SKQ6YuBEFLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/N553fCfP04Q/s72-c/DSC_7074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5374158442891165873</id><published>2008-08-14T17:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:35:53.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And now for some More Updates!</title><content type='html'>These past few days have been hectic for me. Richa, Megha and I have been thinking of conducting a workshop where we tie up with an apartment and we take the Writeherewritenow members to a Newspaper Printing Press and how it works and then maybe talk about the nuances of report writing. I've been to Frank Anthony Public School and they've agreed to give us four weekends in September and I have a meeting with Modern High School for Girls next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since August is the time that most schools have their examinations, I'll try and do most of the setting up of workshops etcetera now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5374158442891165873?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5374158442891165873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5374158442891165873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5374158442891165873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5374158442891165873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-now-for-some-more-updates.html' title='And now for some More Updates!'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-3139530943527700505</id><published>2008-08-14T14:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:15:42.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>now u know who i am</title><content type='html'>once upon a time my friend said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they look for their bodies in the wind and ten years time&lt;br /&gt;their dresses lead them to their tree&lt;br /&gt;they sit under the tree&lt;br /&gt;and cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-3139530943527700505?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3139530943527700505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=3139530943527700505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/3139530943527700505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/3139530943527700505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-u-know-who-i-am.html' title='now u know who i am'/><author><name>fm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08224543496045525589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6OhAx5alg74/SKE0kiLiu5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iUzqIlFJV4Q/s1600-R/Felix%2BGonzalez-Torres.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-6270635829404144185</id><published>2008-08-13T20:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:51:16.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Translation Workshop Article in the Telegraph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.telegraphindia.com/1080805/jsp/entertainment/story_9646855.jsp"&gt;http://www.telegraphindia.com/1080805/jsp/entertainment/story_9646855.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-6270635829404144185?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6270635829404144185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=6270635829404144185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6270635829404144185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6270635829404144185'/><link rel='alternate' 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he plays with the serpents he writes&lt;br /&gt;he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete&lt;br /&gt;he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he whistles his dogs up&lt;br /&gt;he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in the earth&lt;br /&gt;he commands us strike up for the dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night&lt;br /&gt;we drink in the mornings at noon we drink you at nightfall&lt;br /&gt;drink you and drink you&lt;br /&gt;A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes&lt;br /&gt;he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete&lt;br /&gt;Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others you sing and you play&lt;br /&gt;he grabs at the iron in his belt and swings it and blue are his eyes&lt;br /&gt;stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on for the dancing&lt;br /&gt;Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall&lt;br /&gt;we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at nightfall&lt;br /&gt;drink you and drink you&lt;br /&gt;a man in the house your golden hair Margarete&lt;br /&gt;your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a master from Germany&lt;br /&gt;he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you shall climb to the sky&lt;br /&gt;then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night&lt;br /&gt;we drink you at noon death comes as a master from Germany&lt;br /&gt;we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and drink you&lt;br /&gt;a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are blue&lt;br /&gt;with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit you&lt;br /&gt;a man in the house your golden hair Margarete&lt;br /&gt;he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a grave&lt;br /&gt;he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a master from Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your golden hair Margarete&lt;br /&gt;your ashen hair Shulamith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7369328056767294701?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7369328056767294701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7369328056767294701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7369328056767294701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7369328056767294701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-some-random-thoughts-one-poem-by.html' title='just some random thoughts -- one poem by Celan'/><author><name>fm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08224543496045525589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6OhAx5alg74/SKE0kiLiu5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iUzqIlFJV4Q/s1600-R/Felix%2BGonzalez-Torres.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-8217413825226370637</id><published>2008-08-12T12:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:21:49.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Guy wants to be an African</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6OhAx5alg74/SKE79YCh4vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JRpHphxv0w8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233530167592346354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6OhAx5alg74/SKE79YCh4vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JRpHphxv0w8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friends Hu Xiangqian, whose works will be showcased in the Exhibition of Video Art from China, is working on a new project. The idea is to turn himself into a negro in 3 months and prowl the black community in Guangzhou... Sunbathing everyday... Curling his hair... While it is still unknown what he's going to do exactly... And the title of the work is, The Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-8217413825226370637?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8217413825226370637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=8217413825226370637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8217413825226370637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8217413825226370637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/guy-wants-to-be-african.html' title='A Guy wants to be an African'/><author><name>fm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08224543496045525589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6OhAx5alg74/SKE0kiLiu5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iUzqIlFJV4Q/s1600-R/Felix%2BGonzalez-Torres.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6OhAx5alg74/SKE79YCh4vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JRpHphxv0w8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-6415674399692763057</id><published>2008-08-05T15:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:25:41.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylahdwf6eCQ/SJgra95nyII/AAAAAAAAACY/FZLcNgzuM5U/s1600-h/STRUCTURE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylahdwf6eCQ/SJgra95nyII/AAAAAAAAACY/FZLcNgzuM5U/s320/STRUCTURE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230978709483669634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry I haven't updated anything for so long - I have just been trying to get a stronger foothold on things here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the diagram I've drawn out is to explain the structure of my process I am adopting to gain the information I want. So far, I have dipped into the first part of it - studying the break up of the organization. There are two main sides to it - Kolkata, and Phulia. I'm looking at the Kolkata Section as of now. Bappaditya has gone to Assam for a workshop and will be returning on the 7th of this month, after which, we will make a field visit to the village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This chart is how I intend to work my information. I am using Bailou as a model, or an example of design intervention that has kept in mind the fundamentals of sustaining the craft. Understanding the organization in a systematic way, I feel, will give me a clearer picture on the effort that is being made from one who has an academic design background. Once I jot down all aspects of this level, I intend on going into the village, and doing a similar break-up of their rural set up. This, along with the information I hope to gain on the state of the craft before Bailou entered the scene, and the origins of it, will give me the base on which my document will be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have dipped into the first level of this chart. I have started my cross-section of Bailou, and its departments in Kolkata and Phulia. I have been introduced to the Kolkata Team, and I will be starting my conversations with them from tomorrow. So here starts the Kolkata Journey. Perhaps I should illustrate it as I go along?  I say this, because each conversation I have gives rise to really strong images in my head. Lets see... I'll keep this a thought bubble, and when the next image comes along, I'll try sketching it out. If it works - well – that’s a new aspect to the project right there!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-6415674399692763057?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6415674399692763057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=6415674399692763057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6415674399692763057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/6415674399692763057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-im-sorry-i-havent-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Nafisa Crishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06418222983241431426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylahdwf6eCQ/SK69_yUnnzI/AAAAAAAAACk/H8nqfCyVO8g/S220/naf4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylahdwf6eCQ/SJgra95nyII/AAAAAAAAACY/FZLcNgzuM5U/s72-c/STRUCTURE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-4236859834445814219</id><published>2008-08-04T15:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:25:41.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neighbourhood Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SJbZvzVZDhI/AAAAAAAAAes/TtqHKe10-QI/s1600-h/Bow+Bazaar+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SJbZvzVZDhI/AAAAAAAAAes/TtqHKe10-QI/s400/Bow+Bazaar+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230607432494419474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SJbZn4sWICI/AAAAAAAAAek/NEKwlUdyNKI/s1600-h/Bow+Bazaar+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SJbZn4sWICI/AAAAAAAAAek/NEKwlUdyNKI/s400/Bow+Bazaar+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230607296493920290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbourhood Diaries is a 15-session curriculum for adolescents living in socially and economically marginalized communities in urban South Asia.  The curriculum has three components (which will occur consecutively and simultaneously)&lt;br /&gt;1) Raising Critical Consciousness  &lt;br /&gt;2) Ethnography and Expression &lt;br /&gt;3) Blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-4236859834445814219?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4236859834445814219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=4236859834445814219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4236859834445814219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4236859834445814219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/08/neighbourhood-diaries.html' title='Neighbourhood Diaries'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/SJbZvzVZDhI/AAAAAAAAAes/TtqHKe10-QI/s72-c/Bow+Bazaar+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1987836478241244438</id><published>2008-07-27T16:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:51:11.871+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disha Foundation'/><title type='text'>Translation Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6geCV4bI/AAAAAAAAASU/H8iMh4rOmkw/s1600-h/IMG_4091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6geCV4bI/AAAAAAAAASU/H8iMh4rOmkw/s400/IMG_4091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234021152683581874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6ZU8qbpI/AAAAAAAAASM/XKjUuS0UmOY/s1600-h/IMG_4087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6ZU8qbpI/AAAAAAAAASM/XKjUuS0UmOY/s400/IMG_4087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234021029984759442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6Rp3P2OI/AAAAAAAAASE/Nxzq6andOvw/s1600-h/IMG_4086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6Rp3P2OI/AAAAAAAAASE/Nxzq6andOvw/s400/IMG_4086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234020898160236770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6KfIMyNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tOx8cvEL7_8/s1600-h/IMG_4085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6KfIMyNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tOx8cvEL7_8/s400/IMG_4085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234020775019464914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writeherewritenow organised a workshop on translation at Disha Foundation,a centre of learning for underprivileged children.&lt;br /&gt;The idea was to ensure that the Writeherewrite now members-most of whom come from very privileged backgrounds could mix with the Disha kids and work with them as a team. Before they were split into groups of three,the Disha children and The Writeherewritenow members (and the new children who attended the workshop for the first time) sat separately,but when they were put into groups, they realised that they would have to work together and began to interact with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Creative Writing Exercise was a rather lighthearted one-we called it the icebreaker and gave them words like Nyaka,Paka,Dhishum Dhishum,Chulbuli and Whatever to convert into different languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,we gave them Sukumar Ray's Ramgarurer Chana to translate.This was a rather difficult poem to translate but Ahaan Ghosh (from Writeherewritenow) and Sujay Tiwari (from Disha) turned out to be the bright sparks in their team and came up with this as their translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramgarur's Child is a monster&lt;br /&gt;who thinks laughing is a disaster&lt;br /&gt;Telling it funny words is in vain&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs at it and yet,it stares &lt;br /&gt;everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't want to sleep &lt;br /&gt;and only tells itself&lt;br /&gt;If I ever laugh in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will beat myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't go near the woods &lt;br /&gt;as it believes&lt;br /&gt;that the south winds may tickle it&lt;br /&gt;and make it laugh all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its heart is very gloomy&lt;br /&gt;like the dark clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The soul wants to laugh aloud&lt;br /&gt;Yet,it tries to stop itself &lt;br /&gt;With all its might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first,the children were apprehensive about translation and we asked them what they thought Translation was. As they were translating, we gave them tips on how to translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came  a Hindi song called Ma from Taare Zameen Par.We ended the session with an Akbar Birbal story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Neena Singh and Mrs Ranjana Roy have been tremendously helpful in helping me coordinate and Organise the workshop. A big thank you to Megha and Richa as well calmed my rather jittery nerves (as this was the first workshop that I was conducting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not the least,a huge thank you to the Disha kids and the Writeherewritenow kids,for making this event possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1987836478241244438?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1987836478241244438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1987836478241244438' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1987836478241244438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1987836478241244438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/translation-workshop.html' title='Translation Workshop'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SKL6geCV4bI/AAAAAAAAASU/H8iMh4rOmkw/s72-c/IMG_4091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1796186225230980706</id><published>2008-07-25T16:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:02:54.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action!</title><content type='html'>Apologies to everyone who's been following this blog. I've been very much at work, but haven't gotten around to writing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I was in Hyderabad for just three and a half days. Though a fair amount of work got done, there wasn't enough time to get to know the people well enough. This time round, I spent about three weeks in Hyderabad, and felt nice to be surrounded by some wonderful people at my workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushma and I were to write a proposal to potential funders willing to support Spark India's proposed Teacher Resource Centre. Since Sushma and I had little experience of proposal writing, it took us quite a while to get started. Eventually we realised it would be best to put down all the points that we thought were essential, and then direct our attention to matters like structure and organisation. Once we put down all the points and gave it some kind of structure, it was passed on to Sheel and Usha who are the decision makers at Spark. Sushma and I got some feedback and comments on our work, and we started redoing the whole thing. Since both of us are new to the place, we don't know much about the history and track record of the organisation, some of which had to be highlighted to attract funders. Putting all of that in, and listing out aims and objectives, plan of action, expected outcomes, etc. made it look a lot better and more professional. That was a good learning experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I was given some proofreading work. The Telegraph has published a directory of schools, and Spark is planning to contact many of them. The school addresses were put onto the Spark database, but the data entry person had made a huge number of spelling errors. I was asked to proofread them against the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been involved with Teacher Plus, a magazine that Spark publishes. It is mainly aimed at school teachers, but is also of interest to parents, researchers and other people who take a keen interest in education. Though the magazine is great, it has been lagging behind because of poor marketing and publicity. I spoke to Mr Tapas Ray who co-ordinates the contact programme of the distance mode Post Graduate Certificate in the Teaching of English at EFL University in Hyderabad. We were able to get permission to distribute complimentary copies of Teacher Plus to 182 students who are in Hyderabad to do the course, and they are from several different parts of the country. We got a good response, and we hope some subscription forms will soon knock at the office. We also visited Aurobindo Montessori School and met the Principal to tell her about Teacher Plus, and gave her some copies to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Teacher Plus, I also got the wonderful opportunity to get back to writing in a serious way. The person who was to do the cover story for the August issue turned in something that the editing team was not happy with, so they had asked her to redo it. The writer had some other commitments, so she said she wouldn’t be able to do it. Since the cover story was on libraries, I jumped at the idea of taking it up. I had little time on hand and few contacts, so it was a little difficult. But Shalini and Nirmala at Spark were a big help. I fixed up an appointment with Omana Hirantara who runs a learning centre called Kaleidoscope at Begumpet. It’s an interesting place. Apart from the children’s library, they offer a host of other services, one of which is the after school programme. Kids who sign up for this walk into Kaleidoscope after school. They can wash up, change and have a snack; after which, they can sit and read books they like, play with the other children, or look forward to games and educational software. I also had a chat with Radhika Kundalia who runs Akshara, a library in Mumbai. Radhika not only stocks books for children, but also an entire section for parents who have children with autism. Doing the cover story was a lovely experience. It gave me the time and space to think about libraries in a more reflective manner. I learnt how school libraries function, the kind of problems that emerge there, and why it is important to encourage alternative spaces for children. The happiest part was writing the boxes on ‘Caring for Books’ and ‘Do’s and Don’ts for Libraries’. I also found a fun book called ‘I love books’ published by Tulika. It is well-written and beautifully illustrated, a helpful aid for people trying to encourage kids to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sad part. Though of omitting this, but no, I want to talk about this. There was some unpleasantness at work. I was given a number of things to do, all of which I did. And I sat and waited and waited for a response, which just didn’t come a number of times. My attempt to cope with this was to either look for some diversion or try to find something exciting to do. Now I respect and value my work, and it was difficult to see that things I did were not being taken seriously. At last I lost my patience, and I had to articulate all the disappointment and anger I had felt. It was not well taken at first, but eventually it got sorted out. I also feel happy about the fact that I found many friends at work, with whom I could share my feelings whenever things got bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1796186225230980706?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1796186225230980706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1796186225230980706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1796186225230980706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1796186225230980706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action!'/><author><name>Chintan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03441551278032898632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5734170042422715808</id><published>2008-07-25T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:55:12.388+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Design Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little new to this.... My name is Nafisa Crishna, I am a textile design student, and I have just finished four years of design at Srishti School of Art, Design, and Technology, Bangalore. Actually, I'm currently doing my Diploma Project on the basis of which I will hopefully graduate in December!! And that’s what brings me here... Choice agreed to help me with this project, which is based on the handloom weavers of Bengal, or Phulia, more specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project is a research based one where I am looking at design intervention into the craft sector, analyzing the impact of it on the lives of craftsmen. My design brief states&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;To study the lives of the weavers of Bengal, as they work under a mode of design intervention, in order to &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;Better my understanding and grasp of the subject of textile design, and of the importance of the involvement of designers in the craft space.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;In doing so, redefine the context for design intervention in similar craft scenarios.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;Identify new markets and opportunities for design intervention and sustainable livelihoods for the Bengal weaving community. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;Understand, streamline and add value to their Intervention process while studying it for a period of three months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I believe that in the context of this country, to be a successful textile designer, one must have an understanding of the handicraft that is produced, as it forms a part of our culture and heritage, and this plays a very important role in modern textile design. Textiles from across the country form a map of the area it originates from, defining it in terms of colour, detail, motif(s), and patterns. It defines the people – their sense of aesthetics. It defines the State in terms of the raw material available, and the need for certain fabrics. Each region has its own such set of ‘guidelines’, if I may? This craft originated from a need, and has become an identity - the craftsmen sustaining themselves, and their professions. With the emergence of “modern industrialization”, however, these craftsmen seem to find themselves at the bottom of the food chain, so to speak, as newer, more advanced technology takes over, and the impact of Western cultures define the aesthetics for the consumer. “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The designer has thus emerged as a critical intermediary whose function, ideally, is to bridge the gap between the rural artisan and the urban client. This is all the more important at a time when the artisan may no longer be a designer, producer, and marketer rolled into one, as he/she was in the past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”. The artisans seem to have lost the direct contact they once had with the consumer, and therefore are no longer attuned with their current needs and demands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;There has always been a great market for Indian textiles abroad – dating back to the Fourteenth Century. In reference to Bengal, the first few trades that have been recorded date back to the time of Vasco da Gama in 1578 AD. The quality of the work that was traded then was said to be “the finest ever seen”. Once the English East India Company took over, vast amounts of trade, I terms of textiles, took place - especially since indigo was grown in abundance here. With the onslaught of the Industrial Revolution, which took place post independence, machine-made goods came into the limelight. Textile companies from all over the world invested in India for their production. Today, the demand for the “Indian textile” has risen to another level, giving it a glorified position. ‘Designer ware’ and ‘brand consciousness’ holds a very high position in today’s urban markets. Indian textiles form an integral facet to ‘Brand India’, as part of its ‘image’ as it sells itself to the rest of the world. With the emergence of the Industrial Revolution, power looms, and the concept that ‘time means money”, however, the original craftsman was still the one who found him/herself without a job. Hence, the emergence of the need for design intervention/s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I understand the need for such intervention at a time when the craft itself was losing its value, but what I question is whether there is a continuing need today when the awareness amongst people is so much more, and “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sustainability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” is the new buzzword. I feel, what started out as a method to ‘bridge the gap’ has turned into a few rope-bridges across the two, but somehow the crevice has stayed as wide, with no inclination to move towards one another, in a hope to merge at some point. Academic knowledge in terms of design seems to hold the upper hand, and the craftsman is becoming more of a tool than a resource. For example, the method that a craftsman has used over the years to sustain his/her craft, versus the knowledge a designer learns of sustainability through design processes, and guidelines. &lt;b&gt;What will happen if the two should merge? Does it make it a stronger ground for sustaining the craft?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Why me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My interest in this particular project originated with my internship where I worked with Weavers Studio – a textile house in Calcutta, where Indian textiles are being put in the foreground and sold to markets abroad. Weavers Studio offers jobs to not just weavers, but printers, dyers, master craftsmen in various types of surface embellishments and the like. It has helped them understand the consumer of today, teaching them newer techniques that are not restricted to traditional Indian patterns, but international techniques as well. It is one of the biggest users of natural dyes in its products, promoting the use of indigo – a dye that is indigenous to Bengal. But somehow I found myself wondering about the weaver and his traditional knowledge. &lt;b&gt;What had changed in his knowledge of the craft? Is knowing the technique enough to brand him a ‘craftsman’?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The next example I came across, as a form of design intervention with similar weavers of Bengal was Bailou – the organization I intend to work with to further my study into this subject. Bailou started as a diploma project for Bappaditya six years ago, as he attempted to work with the weavers of Shantipur to produce his designs. Being declined at first by the Weavers Union, he appealed to the weavers once again, and was accepted by a single weaver who offered one out of the two looms he owned. Today, there are one hundred and fifty weavers working with Bailou. They are mostly sari weavers who traditionally work with different types of sari weaving techniques (e.g. jamdaani, dhakai). What I find most appealing about their work is the understanding they have jointly obtained of the various types of weaves that were traditionally used; thus allowing them to break its pattern, yet keep its fundamentals intact. I find the subtlety used in the products extremely inspiring as it uses the medium of weaving to its full potential – no surface textures or external embellishments are used. It directs the attention of the consumer to the fabric and its qualities alone. There is a dialogue between the designer and the craftsman, not a form of dictatorship. Bailou believes that the weaver should not be asked to move his workspace to that of a factory setup, as his home is conducive to the making of the product, where each member of the family has a role to play. I propose to study this aspect in detail. &lt;b&gt;Have the design processes used here in terms of intervention enhanced the chances of the craft being sustained, and widened the scopes of its markets? Does this work better than giving the craftsman an opportunity to work with his craft, yet not be involved in the creative input? What is the importance of design intervention in lieu with sustainability? Is it just to provide jobs for the craftsmen, or empower them?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I intend to study this example of involvement in West Bengal, with the weavers as they struggle to sustain their craft in order to understand another facet of intervention within the same craft. Through this study, I aim to gain a firmer grasp on the situation, that will help me make my decisions as a practitioner in this field, and perhaps, further the awareness that is being generated, thus assisting in the formation of that point of intersection between craft and design.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Currently, I'm at the grass-root level of my research, and will hopefully be able to dig out enough information over the next three months so as to generate awareness and suggest a platform for such craftsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is also being documented at &lt;a href="http://weftsidestory.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://weftsidestory.blogspot.&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt; - So please feel free to give me feedback! Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5734170042422715808?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5734170042422715808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5734170042422715808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5734170042422715808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5734170042422715808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/design-intervention.html' title='Design Intervention'/><author><name>Nafisa Crishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06418222983241431426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylahdwf6eCQ/SK69_yUnnzI/AAAAAAAAACk/H8nqfCyVO8g/S220/naf4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5704436376545617015</id><published>2008-07-20T21:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:52:34.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><title type='text'>This week...</title><content type='html'>This week has been about writing letters and coming up with Concept Notes. I am happy to declare that Writeherewritenow will be having a workshop at the Disha Foundation on the 27th of July (Next Sunday) and the workshop will be on Translation. Also,I've been looking up data and preparing the module for my work on Sunday. More updates later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5704436376545617015?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5704436376545617015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5704436376545617015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5704436376545617015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5704436376545617015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-week_20.html' title='This week...'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-894125189927830328</id><published>2008-07-20T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:03:38.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Internship with Kolkata Sanved -- 1</title><content type='html'>My internship with Sanved began this month and it's turning out to be everything I imagined it would be. I've been wanting to work in a larger capacity with Sanved for years now and I am truly grateful to Seagull for giving me the opportunity to do so. For those of you who aren't familiar with the work Sanved does, it's a human rights agency that rehabilitates women who have been trafficked, using dance movement therapy (DMT). My interest in drama therapy had drawn me to Sanved and its director, Sohini Chakraborty, and we had often talked about working together, since there are several points of intersection between dance movement therapy and drama therapy. One of the focal areas of my internship will be developing and conducting sessions with some of the organizations Sanved holds DMT classes for. At the moment I will be developing sessions for Apne Aap Women Worldwide (Topsia) and Parichiti (Dhakuria) and in spite of having just begun my work in this regard, it's already given me a lot to think about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sessions are geared towards helping the participants understand and express through movement as well as facial expressions various kinds of emotions. At a surface level, the idea is to help them comprehend what they are feeling and allow their bodies to express these emotions fully. On another level, such an exercise helps individuals understand that it is hard for a feeling to be purely one feeling. For instance, anger can also bring with it pain and hurt and it thus comprises at least two other emotions. Finally, at its deepest level, this exercise helps you express unpleasant emotions you may be feeling and then find ways in which you can tackle these emotions. One of the sessions I will be working on now is aimed at dealing with anger. Expressing it, tackling it, and letting go of it. I have some ideas but I won't know how viable they are until I actually put them into practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing how the girls at Apne Aap took to my sessions on emoting was extremely rewarding because I could see how the  participants  began to open up. In my first class, I asked them to express joy or happiness and it was wonderful to see how imaginatively they expressed these emotions. Sometimes, their expressions would have shades of love and wonder in them and so they'd realize the other feelings that could fall under the larger umbrella of joy. The girls seemed to enjoy the session and later told my co-trainer that they would like more exercises that would facilitate a release of emotions in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sessions with Parichiti served to demonstrate how your class structures will have to adapt to the nature of your participants as well as the space that is available to you. In theory, the women we are working with through Parichiti and the girls we are working with in Apne Aap are similar. They are economically disadvantaged, their living conditions are poor and they are compelled to meet several demands placed on them by their families. But beyond these superficial similarities their needs are very different. For starters, the girls are, to a certain extent, able to leave behind the problems inherent in their daily lives when they come to Apne Aap. They get to take classes there that provide them with a respite of sorts from what they will have to return to. However, the women we are working with through Parichiti are still caught up with their daily work routines even as we work with them. The classes we conduct take place on the Dhakuria Railway Station platform so while they are waiting for their train to come in, we take classes. Needless to say, the needs of the situation are different. Our classes have to take into account the space at our disposal (the busy platform) as well as the fact that the women will have to leave as soon as their train(s) comes in. At present, our classes are incorporating light theatre/dance games that help build a sense of community spirit which accommodate some participants leaving and new participants coming in.  It will be challenging to see how far we can go in building a sense of solidarity, trust and mirth through these classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That basically sums up my experiences so far. In the weeks ahead I hope to, as I said earlier, work more on emoting exercises and perhaps bring in a bit of Image Theatre. In Image Theatre, a story is created by each participant adding to something one participant started. The final product looks like a picture with every participant having contributed to creating a story. This has scope for emoting as well as telling a story through emotions, so I would like to see how my class at Apne Aap, in particular, takes to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-894125189927830328?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/894125189927830328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=894125189927830328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/894125189927830328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/894125189927830328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/internship-with-sanved-part-1.html' title='Internship with Kolkata Sanved -- 1'/><author><name>Shuktara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650997048515207961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-8917791902554654162</id><published>2008-07-15T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:58:52.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Internship at Meta-Culture, Week 1</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Mihika and I am interning at Meta-Culture, Bangalore. I recently finished my undergrad at McGill University in Montreal, Canada with a double major in History and Political Science. I knew I wanted to come back to India but wasn't very sure how I could use my degree here or how and where I could fit it. Through word of mouth, I heard about Meta-Culture, a conflict resolution organization, and of course Googled it, applied for an internship and was lucky enough to be funded by Choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meta-Culture consists of a non- profit called Meta-Culture Dialogics(MCD) and for-profit called Meta-Culture Consulting (MCC). Dialogics works on community related projects like facilitating dialogue and intervening between conflicting parties whether they be families or communities and through education and outreach programs. Consulting on the other hand, uses dispute management, communication skill building and mediation to create productive working environments within other organizations.  (For more info check out www.meta-culture.org and www.meta-culture.in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on Wednesday and walked into a staff meeting at 9am which I soon discovered is how the day usually begins at Meta-Culture. The staff here consists of people of different backgrounds, nationalities and ethnicities who work as an extremely cohesive team and seem to constantly be on their toes. This was immediately refreshing compared to previous internships and offices i have been in and I was excited to start work and feel like part of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my internship with some basic admin work for MCC, like sending out emails and familiarizing my self with the setup here. On Friday, I was allowed to sit in on a very important meeting discussing and formalizing the governing policy of MCD. This was really exciting because it was like being part of the writing of the 'constitution' of Dialogics. On Saturday, the entire office split up and went putting up posters for an event that Dialogics is hosting called "Bengaluru Speaks"- a forum where MCD will be facilitating dialogue between citizens and discussing  issues pertaining to the city of Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week onwards I will be working with the Consulting division on  an Open Enrollment seminar called "Managing Workplace Conflict". More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-8917791902554654162?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8917791902554654162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=8917791902554654162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8917791902554654162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/8917791902554654162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/internship-at-meta-culture-week-1.html' title='Internship at Meta-Culture, Week 1'/><author><name>Mihika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03558994589561482678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1183611688094950834</id><published>2008-07-05T12:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:51:56.121+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><title type='text'>This Week...</title><content type='html'>This last week has been rather interesting. I have been blogging on two blogs (The &lt;a href="http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Choice&lt;/a&gt; Blog and the &lt;a href="http://writeherewritenow-news.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writeherewritenow&lt;/a&gt; Blog. Since I don't want material on the blogs to overlap, I've decided to write about my Experiences and personal growth on this blog while I'm going to be documenting news of the Workshops on the Writeherewritenow Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've had a meeting with Sanjoy Mukherjee of NIE who seems interested in the "Writing as Therapy" idea, but I'm still awaiting confirmation from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've already stated in my previous post, Writeherewritenow has a Facebook Group. The Facebook group is really helping in terms of networking and getting people to write guest columns for Writeherewritenow. We already have one for August and the ones for September, October and November are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to ensure that Writeherewritenow an active online community and so participation is absolutely essential. I've been getting hold of kids and telling them to write. However ( I don't know whether this is true for only the kids that I've been interacting with or kids in general) they are far more comfortable playing with Playstation 2. So it really IS a good idea to get them involved in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very first day that I met Megha, she explained to me that the site was for people who wanted to take writing seriously and it didn't NECESSARILY mean Creative Writing. &lt;a href="http://writeherewritenow.co.in/"&gt;The Website&lt;/a&gt; is also important for children who want to become editors or go into publishing later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a lot of fun, working and learning. I've made some really stupid mistakes as well (largely due to ignorance and inexperience), but it's a learning experience and I'm enjoying every moment of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1183611688094950834?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1183611688094950834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1183611688094950834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1183611688094950834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1183611688094950834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-week.html' title='This Week...'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5948237598161613708</id><published>2008-07-04T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:45:56.844+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Writeherewritenow's Facebook Group</title><content type='html'>WritehereWritenow has a Facebook Group so Please Do join (if you haven't already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=23073907007"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=23073907007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5948237598161613708?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5948237598161613708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5948237598161613708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5948237598161613708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5948237598161613708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/07/writeherewritenows-facebook-group.html' title='Writeherewritenow&apos;s Facebook Group'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-7189584820123047426</id><published>2008-06-30T09:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:11:32.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Writing Out (The last session)</title><content type='html'>The writing out last session started with a complete review of all the previous work done and the participants were asked to come up with any problems or clarifications they might have from the previous sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this Nargis and I distributed new notebooks to all the participants and they were asked to use this as a fair copy to write down all their poems they have written so far and also add any new ones they might write within this period. These poems were to be collected a month later and archived at the Kalam office and one poem from each of the participant was to be used in publishing a journal of their poems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants were at this point grouped into pairs and then asked to write a poem about their partners describing him or her using the five senses as learnt in the previous sessions of Writing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was an eclectic mix. We saw participants like Bharati describing Ruksana as her long lost childhood friend whose touch was like that of the new born baby and smelt like the fresh dew of the morning. Others like Basudeb took a more hilarious approach describing Mehmood as a “Juhi flower” and smelling like freshly made kachoris (anyone who knows Mehmood would understand the hilarity of the description) ofcourse in my opinion I would say Chandni took the cake when she was paired with me and decided to describe me as a football player with eyes like those of a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poems were all discussed and then Nargis and I made some suggestions and asked them to make changes wherever necessary or to just add some more details. The participants at the end of the session said that it had been a rewarding experience as they had always felt writing poetry was meant for the “others” but now they were confident that even they could write a nice poem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the session urging them to continue writing and to complete the new notebook and contact us as soon as possible so that we could start the process of organizing a community program and getting the journal published. All in all the program ended with quite a success with many of them acquiring the interest towards writing and in the honing of their analytical and observation skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7189584820123047426?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7189584820123047426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7189584820123047426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7189584820123047426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7189584820123047426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/writing-out-last-session.html' title='Writing Out (The last session)'/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-5450081609780906908</id><published>2008-06-28T21:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:53:07.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><title type='text'>The Week that Was</title><content type='html'>The week started off rather badly and affected me more than I thought it would. After having been promised a meeting at Crossword Bookstore, I went there all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed hoping that I would be able to sit down and discuss what Writeherewritenow was all about with the Marketing Manager of Crossword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought would be a half an hour meeting turned out to be a twenty second meeting, with the Marketing Manager telling me that they "only organise stuff during holidays". When I politely inquired as to whether they have events on Saturdays and Sundays,she said that they did and asked me to "leave my stuff behind. I had the Writeherewritenow posters with me,so I left them at Crossword and came out of the Bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully,the rest of the week was brighter.Writeherewritenow has one new member this week and a lot of paperwork has been sorted out.I am aiming to set up at least two Workshops this month,one of which will be for WritehereWritenow members. I am also trying to get the Lifeline Project to kickstart.Will keep updating this blog as and when I get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learnt this week was to not take things and situations for granted and to take setbacks well (I obviously didn't, in this case),but I have a long way to go and these are merely stepping stones which will help me learn to do my work well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-5450081609780906908?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5450081609780906908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=5450081609780906908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5450081609780906908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/5450081609780906908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='The Week that Was'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-741604193284481881</id><published>2008-06-26T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:21:05.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A few days of work in Hyderabad</title><content type='html'>Hyderabad was a good experience. I spent three and a half days there. Left from Mumbai on the night of June 16, and got back here on the morning of June 21. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of my days was spent at the printer's, with Pawan and Achala who work at Spark. We had gone there with the proofs of the book I had proofread and passed on to Sheel while she was in Mumbai. It was a bit boring to sit and read out corrections to the guy at the printer's, but then that stage of print production is really important.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of my days in Hyderabad at the Spark office. Met Sushma who has recently joined the organization as the co-ordinator of the teacher resource centre. Sushma, Sheel and I had a few meetings, discussing and brainstorming on different aspects related to the proposed resource centre -- classification of the existing collection, acquisition of new material (which I've been doing in Mumbai), exploring sources of funding, putting together a databse of resource persons who would conduct workshops, and getting feedback from prospective users of the resource centre. Enjoyed all of that. We also sorted out a big pile of publisher catalogues, school brochures and other stuff. And then drew up a list of places I would visit after getting back to Mumbai. Met some other people at Spark, and there was a bit of bonding. Usha and Sheel are wonderful people. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After coming back to Mumbai, I have visited two places in connection with my resource centre work -- ADAPT and Hobby Ideas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ADAPT stands for Abled Disabled All People Together. It was earlier called the Spastics Society of India. I spent an afternoon there, looking at the materials in their National Resource Centre on Inclusion, and making notes. Bought a few publications and films produced by them. And enquired about the teacher training courses they conduct. Arati Thakur, the librarian, was very helpful. She even offered to mail me a lot of other useful information over email.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hobby Ideas is a children's store where they stock materials on art and craft related hobbies. A lot of the stuff was, frankly speaking, not at all conducive to creativity. I mean, what's the point of encouraging a child to make a card on his own, and then supplying him with a whole kit and how-to-guide on it?! Anyway, I did get a good lead there. There's a place called Parksons Games in Daman. They have some really interesting stuff. Will check that out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while I was in Hyderabad, had a chat with Prof Alok Bhalla. He gave me a lot of suggestions about people and places connected with education and children's literature.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-741604193284481881?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/741604193284481881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=741604193284481881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/741604193284481881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/741604193284481881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-days-of-work-in-hyderabad.html' title='A few days of work in Hyderabad'/><author><name>Chintan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03441551278032898632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-7288138903931797969</id><published>2008-06-19T13:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:53:42.094+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writeherewritenow'/><title type='text'>About Self-expression,among other things :)</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Reeti Roy and I'm a second year student of English Literature and I'm studying in Jadavpur University,Kolkata. As part of the Choice Youth Leadership Programme,I will be working with an Organisation called "WritehereWritenow"(which I will refer to as WHWN henceforth), an Online Writing Community for Schoolchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritehereWritenow conducts workshops every month for schoolchildren between the ages of 12-14. My work will be to ensure that people from classes nine to twelve also develop an interest and decide to pursue this course. Whwn charges its members a nominal fee of Rs Rs 500 annually and conducts a number of Online and Offline courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also try to get Clubs, Schools and Bookstores interested in our venture. I will also help to devise the Modules of the Creative Writing workshops that we will conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from next month,I'll probably be hopping around, setting up meetings, talking to people about WHWN, getting down to knowing and understanding the intricacies of WHWN myself and hopefully coming up with creative ideas on how to market WHWN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHWN is also going to be conducting "Diary Writing Sessions" in schools. So how does this thing work? Are we going to ask people to read out from their diaries? Is this a way of improving one's writing? Absolutely not. This is an age old method of therapy. Today,teenagers have to deal with a lot of angst. Sibling Trouble,Pressure from parents with regard to Academics and trying to fit in with one's peers just add to all the mayhem in a teenagers life. And the fact that West Bengal has  the highest number of suicides happening isn't just a cold statistic anymore.We're not psychiatrists or even psychologists, but we do believe that Arts IS therapeutic and all we want schoolchildren to do, is to write about their troubles and experiences so that they can give vent to their frustrations.We want to use the Arts as a way of Therapy.Some people paint.And others,they listen to music.We want to encourage people to write away their agony.We also want to ask the students how they feel before and after they write.After the writing session,we will have an open discussion and we will ask young people about what it is that irks them about their lives and what are the niggling fears and anxieties that they are battling on a daily basis.(It will be voluntary,of course.No one will be forced to speak if they don't want to.)We don't know how well this is going to be received,but I think that this is something that is extremely important and something that we have to do.There is a chance of schools shying away saying "this doesn't happen in our schools"but I think it's necessary to be persistent about such issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep documenting my experiences on this blog as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile,do check out our website:&lt;a href="http://writeherewritenow.co.in/"&gt;WritehereWritenow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7288138903931797969?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7288138903931797969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7288138903931797969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7288138903931797969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7288138903931797969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-everyone-my-name-is-reeti-roy-and.html' title='About Self-expression,among other things :)'/><author><name>Reeti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrRvNrxv9Xc/SR6i1EXcARI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4u-q4k1cdqM/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-7852712909269224591</id><published>2008-06-19T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:24:41.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOOK THROUGH THE LENSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I am Rashi Anand from Kolkata and pursuing Masters in Political Studies in JNU, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing an internship with 'Seagull Foundation for the Arts' in Kolkata and getting the opportunity to learn a lot. I have been fortunately assigned to work with Naveen Kishore himself and prepare an archive for his valuable photographic projects.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Through photographs one can actually sense and feel. This is what I also found in Naveen Kishore's photographs. His pictures make you feel as if you present in the place &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;where the picture has been taken. He has traveled through the world taking pictures all over. I have had the luck of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;going through all his work which consists pictures of New York, London, Japan, Indonesia, Cambodia, Thailand, France, Nepal, Bhutan and most of India which consists of Kolkata, Goa, Sikkim, Mumbai, Pune etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are also pictures of various theatre performances of which Manipur fascinates me . There are&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;also the pictures of performances of Jatra, an ancient form of theatre in &lt;st1:place&gt;Bengal&lt;/st1:place&gt; capturing the well known theatre artist Chapal Bahaduri, who is known for transforming into Goddess Sitala and his other plays where he plays the lead female role.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is quite a wonder how one manages to capture the world in his lenses. Naveen seems to capture the 'civilization' and the best part is how you feel as a part of each corner of the globe as you go through his pictures. He captures the natural expression on every being’s face without any artificial painstaking postures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My work is going at a good and a comfortable pace and a lot more is left to be done, and I would make sure no stone is left unturned. I would definitely be writing again to fill you all up with more of my valuable experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-7852712909269224591?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7852712909269224591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=7852712909269224591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7852712909269224591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/7852712909269224591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-through-lenses.html' title='LOOK THROUGH THE LENSES'/><author><name>Rashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800051923824342541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1845645388601376212</id><published>2008-06-15T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:36:11.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog post has been long overdue but today I finally discarded my recent laze-attack-cum-not-feeling-like-working-phase.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought its best I started by introducing myself. My name is Rohit K Dasgupta and am a final year student of Comparative Literature in Jadavpur University. I am interning with this organization based in Kolkata called Kalam Margins Write. They are a literary organization which conducts workshops and helps in building critical and creative voices amongst the youth in the marginalized sections of Kolkata. It creates a radical space within the present framework within which these youth can think and hone their literary and creative skills and develop sharp analytical and creative minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first project I was involved with was the launch of the annual magazine “Khola Baksho” (Open Box). The magazine was a collection of poems written by various youths between the ages of eight and eighteen. The launch was celebrated amidst much fanfare at Worldview bookstore, Jadavpur University campus. The poets read out their works and there was some music between interludes to keep the mood alive and add to the ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this I have been helping in moderating and documenting the workshops for two separate writing programs called &lt;a href="http://writingout.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Writing out”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which is a fifteen session poetry workshop dealing with the concept of identity and adolescence. We have been conducting these workshops with a group of 11 kids from Vikramshila, every Wednesday. The themes and topics ranged from every day observations using the five senses to topics such as Motherland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other program I have been associated with is &lt;strong&gt;“Neighbourhood diaries”&lt;/strong&gt; which is aimed at creating young journalists who could address the problems within their own neighborhoods and learn to appreciate and build up an analytical mind towards the problems within their Neighbourhoods and try and come up with solutions. This is held every Monday with a group of youths from Sanlaap, at Bowbazar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the works of these journalists can be viewed at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bowbazaar.neighbourhooddiaries.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the experience has been mind-blowing, planning out sessions and conducting workshops with these young adolescents have been quite enjoyable. We as moderators have tried to make the sessions as lively and enjoyable as possible and often went out of the set/planned curriculum and tried out new stuff which got back good feedbacks.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.kalammarginswrite.org/"&gt;Kalam Website&lt;/a&gt; to know more about the organization and what it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1845645388601376212?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1845645388601376212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1845645388601376212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1845645388601376212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1845645388601376212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-blog-post-has-been-long-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>Astraeus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-5W9IKo8YI/StZJh7aGjoI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CfFV0BWKmhA/S220/IMG_2483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-908875402152601829</id><published>2008-06-12T15:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:47:24.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Invitation</title><content type='html'>The work I've been doing as part of my internship is really exciting, and I wish to get in touch with others who are interested in/committed to education. I have started a group on Facebook, and I'd like to invite you to be part of it. The group's name is 'People in Education'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=20885858553"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=20885858553&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-908875402152601829?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/908875402152601829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=908875402152601829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/908875402152601829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/908875402152601829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/invitation.html' title='An Invitation'/><author><name>Chintan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03441551278032898632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-4146911055347350368</id><published>2008-06-12T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:43:26.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning and having fun</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Chintan. Glad that we now have a blog to share experiences with, and hence get to know, others who are part of Choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing an internship with Spark India. It's a wonderful little organization based in Hyderabad. They publish and distribute books for children, and a special interest magazine called Teacher Plus. The project that I am closely associated with is the Teacher Resource Centre that Spark is in the process of setting up. The idea is to offer a friendly space for teachers, where they can look for interesting teaching-learning materials. That includes books, toys, films, and other kinds of material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to be involved with this kind of work, especially because I have wanted to start my own library. I would like to teach and research in the area of education, and I enjoy interacting with kids. In the course of my internship, I've had the opportunity to meet and correspond with a range of interesting people and organisations. This has deepened my interest in education and children's literature. And I'm discovering that there's a whole lot of interesting work happening out there, which very few people know of.  Karadi Tales, a Chennai-based company that produces audiobooks has come out with a compilation of poetry readings based on the poetry syllabus of Class IX-XII prescribed by the NCERT and CBSE. Then there's this tiny place called Jyotsna Prakashan in Mumbai. They've done some really nice translations of children's books that were originally written in Persian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also proofread a book called &lt;em&gt;Teacher&lt;/em&gt;, written by Sylvia Ashton-Warner. It was first published in the UK, but since it is now in the public domain, Spark India is doing an Indian reprint. Enjoyed that. It's an autobiographical work by a teacher from New Zealand teaching in a Maori school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-4146911055347350368?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4146911055347350368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=4146911055347350368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4146911055347350368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/4146911055347350368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning-and-having-fun.html' title='Learning and having fun'/><author><name>Chintan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03441551278032898632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370773769106655394.post-1386968929616996717</id><published>2008-05-16T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:50:07.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Choicemakers</title><content type='html'>Choice is a conglomeration of interesting stories. Not stories that are told in words. But stories that happen in the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370773769106655394-1386968929616996717?l=choicemakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1386968929616996717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370773769106655394&amp;postID=1386968929616996717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1386968929616996717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370773769106655394/posts/default/1386968929616996717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choicemakers.blogspot.com/2008/05/choicemakers.html' title='Choicemakers'/><author><name>choice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09505189694632409364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
