Sujay V. Kumar
Vikas, Sept
17th, 2003
Valayanchirangara P.O.,
Kerala State, India 683556
I made a quick phone call to Dr. Appnu Nambiar on
September 17th about a possible visit to the tribal
school. Although we had corresponded earlier over
email, we had not previously decided on a date. As
enterprising as he is, Dr.Nambiar made it clear that
we are welcome any day. So I decided to make the trip
the very next day, September 18th itself. I managed to
convince my uncle, Mr. Rajendrakumar (who is a charted
accountant in cochin) as well as my father Mr.
Vijayakumar (who is a retired engineer from the state
electricity board, no stranger to social and
educational causes himself) to accompany me.
The best way for us get to the school was to take the
train up from Aluva, where we stay, all the way north
upto Talassery. Dr.Nambiar was to pick us from the
railway station. To our
slight consternation, we
found out at 6 in the morning that our train wouldn’t
be stopping at Talassery. I made a quick phone call to
wake Dr.Nambiar and he promptly suggested that we get
off at Cannoore, which is further North. He, very
gratefully agreed to come to Cannoore to receive us.
So we took the Cannanoore express, that carries its
share of daily commuters to different northern
locations in Kerala from Ernakulam. At the end of the
six-hour journey, we met Dr.Nambiar outside the
station. We had lunch, and then caught the bus that
goes towards Manathavady (in Wayanad district) to go
to Periya. Very soon, we were tackling the hair pin
curves through the mist covered mountains. The dark
clouds as a backdrop to the mountains presented a
beautiful and spectacular scenery. Not much later and
closer to Periya, the skies exploded and we (I rather,
not seen a monsoon downpour in a while) got a taste of
a typical monsoon rain. We got out at Periya 34, and
made ourselves comfortable in a local tea shack by the
time the jeep from the school arrived.
From the periya 34 junction, the school is hardly 1km
away. Dr.Nambiar proudly took us along the access road
he and his associates built, laying mud and stones. He
also mentioned some of the trouble he had in gaining
land just to lay the road. The jeep, which is a school
property, was made possible by the donations from I2
technologies.
Although we had left home at 5am in the morning, by
the time we got to the school it was almost 4pm. As we
got out of the jeep, we were met with some curious
onlookers, who were playing indoors or studying rather
than the majority that had gone to the nearby field to
play hockey and cricket. One of the first buildings to
catch our glances was a classroom with a partially
burned down roof (thatched with coconut leaves). This,
apparently was the job of the local political groups
who were least impressed with Dr.Nambiar’s efforts to
show light to one of the most backward and exploited
communities in Kerala. This was a stark reminder of
some of the social difficulties that Dr.Nambiar faced
and still faces. He also mentioned with a sigh of
relief that all the new, concrete buildings are much
more sturdier, and will be able to withstand such an
attack in future.
Dr. Nambiar gave us a tour of the children’s rooms,
the kitchen, storage area, the brand new building with
spacious classrooms and staff rooms, and the bathroom
facilities. The school has been in existence for
nearly 7 years and this year the first batch of
students will appear for the 10th standard
examination. We found some of the 10th standard
students hard at work when most of their friends were
out playing. Dr. Nambiar mentioned that he expects
some of them to do very well, graduate with
distinction in the examination (which is no easy feat,
myself having gone through the rigors and grinds of
the same system).
We sat down in the staff room of the newly constructed
‘Asha’ building. The temperature was getting a tad
chilly. The staff room, much like the children’s
sleeping rooms had coir mats on the floors for warmth.
“I could sit here for hours”, Dr. Nambiar said with a
feeling of pride, relief, and content. Through the
window we could see another small round shaped
building constructed on pillars, specifically for kids
in the lower grades, for them to enjoy the nature
while in class. We were already impressed with the
amount of facilities and infrastructure Dr.Nambiar
managed to harness in 7 years. He also discussed some
of the pressing concerns, such as the need for a
photocopy machine, to avoid the inordinate amount of
time teachers spend in copying notes and question
papers. Currently the government gives funds to the
school to support 207 students (after much persistence
by Dr.Nambiar, based on an inspection done a couple of
years ago). The school currently hosts approximately
400 students and there is immediate need for money to
support the extra students. Dr.Nambiar had to stop
admitting kids in the 1st grade this year for lack of
extra funds. The vocational education instituted at
the school is currently managed by Dr.Nambiar’s
personal funds. There is also a need to set up an
infirmary/hospital (at least on a weekly basis) to
handle the health issues of the kids. The local
community also stands to gain if such facilities are
introduced.
One of the important
issues that the school faces is
the lack of support from the local community. The
tribals have traditionally been exploited by the money
guzzling politicians who embezzle all the money that
the government gives out and the deserving never sees
a penny as in most cases. The illiterate community
also suffers from clinging to superstitions and arcane
beliefs. The tribals initially saw the school as a
welcome change, but as the facilites improved, there
seems to be a sense of skepticism that this is also
some sort of scheme to exploit them. The school has
already made some efforts in this direction such as
opening a canteen and a small store adjacent to the
school for the locals. Facilities such as a hospital
will go a long way in building confidence in the
community.
Now came the interesting part of the evening. We
joined the kids in evening prayer in the hall
adjoining their rooms. The teachers led them, and the
kids took over with clapping and cymbals. After the
prayer got over, Dr. Nambiar asked the kids to stay
(they normally have study time until dinner time). The
teachers quickly got a small stage set up for us. Dr.
Nambiar formally welcomed and introduced us in front
of the kids. Then he asked the kids to come up and
sing some songs. I was amazed by the promptness and
enthusiasm with which they came up to sing. Finally
Dr. Nambiar had to turn them away saying we were short
of time. My father talked to the kids for a while and
then it was my turn. I gave a short “speech” and then
asked the kids to bombard me with questions. Boy, did
I know I was in for a barrage. The questions started
of with lot of space related questions (since I am
working at the NASA Goddard Space Flight Center),
slowly moved onto America, international relations,
Afghanistan, Iraq wars. I had to answer very difficult
questions like “why did America attack Afghanistan?”,
“why did America attack Iraq?”, “Why does America
treat the third world countries badly?”, “Do they
really try to poison us? (in lieu of the recent cola
scam)”. It was quite entertaining though I had a hard
time explaining these complicated issues for their
understanding and also without being biased.
Dinner followed, and we joined them in the mess hall.
The power cuts are a common feature in Kerala. But the
school is well prepared with solar backup power and is
in the process of installing a generator as well.
After dinner, the kids retired to their rooms to study
and sleep. A number of them also came up to tell me to
stay over that night.
We also retired to our comfortable room. Being high up
in the mountains, the temperature becomes pretty
chilly in the evenings for an average keralite. All
three of us were pretty beat from the long day. To
keep up with my short vacation plans, I had to get
home by evening the next day, so we had to leave again
early the next morning. Dr.Nambiar was grateful enough
to give us a ride in the jeep up to the nearest
railway station (talassery)
This meant that we didn’t get a chance to see the kids
in the morning, and more importantly some of the
classes.
So we started the long ride back home. The school had
left indelible impressions in our minds. I had met a
true gandhian, who truly practices simple living and
high thinking, one who has gone great lengths to see
his dream bear fruit, and to let it keep going. This
is truly an outstanding effort and I was only
fortunate to have the chance to see it with my own
eyes.