Showing posts with label Seva Cafe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seva Cafe. Show all posts

Sunday, May 2, 2010

A cup of fresh-squeezed orange juice



Today, some volunteers and staff members at Seva Cafe got together to talk about the Cafe and how it has been running recently, after the renovation and subsequent reopening. Seva Cafe is not a free restaurant, but rather a home. It's a place where guests are served by a loving set of staff and volunteers, all of whom use and create this space to inspire a sense of service, love, and global community within each other and within our guests. (http://www.sevacafe.org/ahmedabad.html)

Those of us that had worked together there before the renovation have all recently been feeling a cumulative sense of tension and impatience in the air that was not there before. Some things have gotten unnecessarily rigid and others have been ignored, just slipping through the cracks, causing stress, and causing us to not be able to create the environment that we want to create for each other and for our guests every night. We want to be able to communicate with each other, to step into Seva Cafe and feel the relief we feel when we step into our own homes after a long day, and to spread the love that we feel for each other with everyone who enters the space without expecting anything in return. We want tranquility, compassion, and love, mixed in with jokes and lightness of mind and heart. So, we got together, and though our training/discussion session was only supposed to last 2 hours, it lasted 4 and we were all able to talk through everything we were feeling and hoping to do.

In this spirit, we started the session with an assignment: to go outside and perform some small act of kindness for someone else. Stepping out of the elevator, we all soon saw that since it was a Sunday and it was the middle of the day (the hottest part of the day), not many people were out doing any kind of work that we could help them with in 10-15 minutes. When I stepped out, I saw trash, so the first thing I thought of doing was walking around the block and collecting trash and maybe seeing if there was someone else along the way that looked like they needed anything I could give them. Instead, I walked by one of the other Seva Cafe volunteers, Nimesh, who had just gotten into a conversation with a street juice cart-walla. The man immediately saw that I had the same Seva Cafe flower inspirational garland on and trash in my hands and invited me over, immediately offering juice to both Nimesh and I (and anyone who has experienced the Gujarati summer sun will know just how much of a blessing one cup of fresh-squeezed juice can be). Since we had left everything in Seva Cafe, we both said we were very sorry that we couldn't accept because we didn't have any money on us. Not even blinking, he ushered us over to his cart, quickly saying no problem, don't even worry about it, it's free, and to please, drink some juice! He immediately showed me where the nearest dustbin was so I could throw away the trash I had gathered. As we sipped our blissfully cold fresh-squeezed orange juice in the heat of the 1:00pm Ahmedabad sun, we asked Dineshbhai about how long he had been working off of the juice cart there, and he said 28 years. We asked about his family, and he told us about his son, Haresh, who he had named his juice cart after, and his wife; he asked us where we were from, and we told him. We thanked him and went back upstairs with big smiles on our faces. Ever since then, I've been thinking about how meaningful a small interaction like this can be--I had set out to try to do something good for someone else, and instead got to be on the receiving end of another's pure, open heart. One simple cup of juice had the power to brighten my entire day, inspired me to smile at everyone I saw on the street, and gave me a memory I'm sure to think of the next time I get juice from any juice cart-walla.

After our session was over a few hours later, Nimesh and I went across the street and got some ice cream to give to Dineshbhai, who was so surprised and pleased that he grinned from ear to ear, repeating "you shouldn't have!" We told him to make sure he or his son or both come to visit us at Seva Cafe tomorrow night at 7pm, and he promised to do so.

Today was just another day that I saw the true power that those who believe in "love all, serve all" have to change others' lives. What could be stronger than a relationship formed through love and without any expectation of reciprocation? And what could be better, bring me more happiness, than being able to put the same smile that was put on my face by Dineshbhai on someone else's face?

Tomorrow will be the first day that we put into action everything we discussed today about the environment we want Seva Cafe to have. I'm so looking forward to being able to share the kindness and compassion that Dineshbhai shared with me and Nimesh with him and all of the rest of our guests.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

IRB Approval and other craziness

In case you didn't know, the IRB is the Institutional Review Board that approves research on human subjects. I think each research university has its very own board. So basically, if you're going to be interacting with human subjects in any way, you'll have to go through the IRB process. If you're going to be interacting with pregnant women, fetuses, or children...well, good luck with that, I have a whole new appreciation for the amount of work your research requires!

My IRB experience so far? Well, first, of course, I tried to apply for exemption (quite a long application in itself, 8-9 pages and 1 appendix plus instruments)...which was not accepted. So, I got together with Charu, Ravi, and Sam on Thursday right after I turned in my 9 single-spaced pages take-home Econ 615 final (my 4th and last final thank goodness) and we cranked out 10 pages and 5 appendices and instruments/verbal script and consent forms, etc. of the Initial Review application (for expedited research) in about 2 hours (many thanks to Kenny, who I've never met but whose IRB application template was a godsend). Now, we are all waiting for approval. If it doesn't go through, we'll have to go through the entire application process again. Of course, IRBs are not the only preparation one has to go through to do research; OSU has currently switched to an entirely new student system, so trying to track down different grants is rather time-consuming, though I have come to appreciate email in an entirely new way--staying in touch with so many different entities which all have different methods of grant disbursement would otherwise be even more confusing!

Picture of the Tekro (where I'll be researching development projects):

Tekro


Here's an outline of my summer: I worked for a few days this week in Columbus at the Ohio House of Representatives, but now I'm back to Dayton for a few days until I leave for Boston on Tuesday. I'll be back next Saturday and leaving the following Monday for India, where I'll be until the beginning of September! Charu, Ravi, and I have been constantly in touch, trying to figure out a plan to do a little bit of travelling while we're all there; we'll be in all different parts of the country but are hoping to meet up and see some new sights. I'm also hoping to get in some dance and Hindi classes, and I'll definitely also be volunteering at Manav Sadhna again--I can't wait to see all of the children again--and hopefully, also at Seva Cafe (http://www.sevacafe.org/). Once I'm back in the States, I'll probably go visit Georgia for a week or so.

While I'm home (aka in the next 2-3 days), I have to figure out how to use the voice recorder and whether or not I should print out 100 different questionnaires before I go, and do some last-minute tweaking on my interview questions. Oh, and I also must talk to my parents and grandparents about direct translations of my questions to Gujarati so I can ask exactly what I want to be asking to the different parties involved in development projects, then proceed to print out 100-150 pages with my questions on them. And, I'm getting my Typhoid shot on Monday...and I really must remember to take my malaria pill tomorrow. Finally, I'm waiting on my traveler's health insurance card to come in the mail.

The student organization I'm co-founding, The International Development Collaborative, soon to be International Development Coalition (due to the fact there is already a pre-existing organization with the former name), is something else I am working on. Devyn, Justin, Pranav, Elizabeth, and I are organizing and planning everything for the 2009-2010 year, focusing right now on Autumn Quarter. We all met through our Collegium Seminar at the beginning of this academic year and have been meeting every since; in fact, currently, we're all trying to figure out a time we can gchat from all the different time zones we'll be in to stay in touch throughout the summer...if we manage to pull it off, it'll be quite an accomplishment!
Our wonderful exec. board and faculty advisor.


I should perhaps start unpacking everything that came over from my apartment and packing for Boston and India sometime soon. I'm known for my extreme procrastination in packing though, so in reality, I won't be doing that any time soon, I'll just be thinking about it excessively. Last summer, I had to leave the house for my flight to India at 7am, so I decided to get up at 5:30 am to start packing. Yes, start. Not the best idea, but it worked out...I think I stress my parents out with my packing habits more than myself.

Hmm...what else? I love planes. I love traveling alone, too. But the fact that an Air France flight with 228 passengers actually just disappeared from radars is a little disturbing, especially considering that is the airline I fly.


Finally, a random quote that I recently came across and wanted to share: "In the midst of our lives, we must find the magic that makes our souls soar."

*I may be moving to wordpress.com, I'll post the link on here if I do!