Environmental Education--Hope and Transformation

--Teaching at The Valley School, Krishnamurti Foundation of India, Bangalore.

Experiences shared by Vipul Shaha

-What is the role of education in turning around the mounting environmental crisis in today's world?

-How would the youth of today develop & express their deep care for nature?

-Can they be active young citizens engaged in environmental action? 

-What would education look like when the world is our classroom and our life is the curriculum?

-What if learning is fun and not a drudgery?

These were some of my motivating questions when I embraced an opportunity to teach environmental science (EVS) at the Valley School in Bangalore (Krishnamurti Foundation of India). Having had no formal academic training in this discipline was to be a challenge and a great learning opportunity for me.

My only qualification to take up EVS was my growing concern & interest around environmental issues from my interactions with several karmayogis in the field. I had also been spending time with tribal communities in various regions, which was really an eye-opening and humbling experience


When I expressed my interest and willingness to take up EVS, the school offered me much needed trust, autonomy and support in shaping up an innovative EVS program. It was really helpful to consult with my mentor-colleagues, Sudha aunty and Skanda, who had been teaching EVS for many years at Valley. My background in curriculum design, pedagogy and educational psychology proved useful as well.

A bit about the context: all my student-friends at Valley (Grade 9 to 12) had opted into the study of Environmental Science (EVS), which means that they chose to study EVS from various other subject combinations/offerings.

Out of the total of 25 students who took EVS in my classes, there were 22 girls and only 3 boys.  This skewed gender ratio may be owing to the fact that EVS is offered as an option to what are generally perceived to be more conventional career subjects such as physics, accounts or psychology.

Recognizing the gravity of the current environmental crisis however, we all strongly felt the need for everyone--children and adults alike to get a comprehensive and rigorous exposure to EVS. We also soon realized that this cannot be treated as just another 'academic' subject to be studied for exams and to be forgotten later, but something that we all need to be deeply concerned about and actively engaged with in our daily lives.

Given that the students themselves had chosen to study EVS ensured greater interest and engagement and a much smaller student-teacher ratio--our class-size remained very small--10 students at maximum. This definitely helped in holding more discussion-oriented circles in our classes.

The Valley School lends itself as an ideal setting for the study of environment--a beautiful forest campus spanning over a hundred acres of wilderness and a living laboratory for various green initiatives. Most of our classes were held outdoors, under the trees (sometimes even on the trees!)  Since EVS is offered by only a handful schools, not much was found available in the market in terms of quality resource material/textbooks aligned with the board curriculum. We turned this into an opportunity to put together our own 'resource-kit' while adapting the curriculum to suit our interests, needs and the context.  We relied on some of the classic books from acclaimed authors, such as 'Small Is Beautiful' by E.F. Schumacher & Environmental Studies—From Crisis to Cure by R. Rajgoopalan. The Bhoomi & Down-To-Earth Magazines and the State of the Environment Reports (Center for Science & Environment) offered many insightful articles, adding much value to our classes.

A class on the Banyan Tree!
 
We also found great benefit in referring to topic-specific case-studies, watching various thought-provoking documentary films, reading up latest news articles & research papers from around the world, holding interactions with experts in the field, going on localized field-study visits, taking up hands-on projects and carrying out online research etc.

Valley, in general, is a community of environmentally conscious parents and ex-students who are engaged in some really incredible work in environmental domain at the local, national as well as at the international level. Many of them came forward and very generously offered their time, skills, expertise and insights in taking forward our collective learning. My role, therefore, happily extended to being a connector, coordinator and facilitator in creating learning opportunities for my students.

Shared below are some of the highlights and key themes, which emerged from my teaching- learning as a fledgling environmental educator. I hope that they may be of some value to others in the field.  Under each theme, I have also shared some concrete examples of activities we carried out.

Any ideas and suggestions would be most welcome! 

1. Love for Nature:

“Have you ever woken up in the morning and looked out of the window, or gone out and looked at the trees and the spring dawn? Live with it. Listen to all the sounds, to the whisper, the slight breeze among the leaves. See the light on a leaf and watch the sun coming over the hill, over the meadow; and the dry river, or sheep grazing across the hill. Watch them; look at them with a sense of affection, care that you do not want to hurt a thing...watch with all your eyes and ears, your sense of smell. Watch. Look as though you are looking for the first time...When you have such communion with nature, then your relationship with another person becomes simple, clear, without conflict…if you hurt nature, you’re hurting yourself.”--J. Krishnamurti



A group hug to Banyan Tree on campus

I have come to believe that for anyone even remotely concerned about environmental issues or wishing to get involved, the fundamental requisite is to restore our lost connection with nature. I say 'lost' because it really is innate to all of us and comes so naturally to little children. Somewhere in the process of growing up and academic/career pressures taking over, we tend to lose that connect, leading to what is now being called in the West as 'Nature Deficit Disorder'.  Our patterns of consumption, strategies for reform and approaches to environmental action would be drastically different if we shared deep love and a sense of oneness with nature.  This calls for a direct contact with nature infused with silence, contemplation, leisure and constructive action.

As a class, we enjoyed ample nature walks in the Valley forest, wrote poems, engaged with some nature-inspired art-work, talked with nature, climbed trees, sat by the lake, cooked on a Chullah gathering firewood in the forest.  Some of the students voluntarily looked after two injured dogs residing in the community.

It was heart-warming to be part of a special burial the students of class 9 offered to a little bird they found dead during one of our nature walks. Another set of kids were quick in trying to rescue an injured bird on a different occasion.

Students appreciated the depth and calm they experienced during 'Shin-Drin-Yo-Ko' (Japanese method of 'Forest Bath') facilitated by a friend of Valley--Pradeep.

A Forest Walk with students

As and when time permitted during our classes, we found great joy in experimenting with some of the nature games & activities compiled on http://www.healingforest.org

A group of us spent 2 immersive weeks at Gurukula Botanical Sanctuary in Wayanad, Kerala with Suprabha Seshan--an ex-student of Valley. It's an incredibly inspiring rainforest conservation initiative. Students described it as a life-changing experience in their study & understanding of the environment.

We also explored some of the writings of J. Krishnamurti on nature and pondered over the ideas of 'Deep Ecology' embedded in it.

A couple of classes were held during which the Class 11 students paired up with Class 1 students and went on independent nature walks in the Valley forest. The idea was to immerse ourselves in nature with a sense of wonder and curiosity that our little friends always seemed to be bubbling with. It was a mutual learning experience that everyone seemed to have really enjoyed.

2. Optimistic / Hope-giving:

As we begin to touch into the study of environment, it becomes inevitable to recognize the alarming ecological crisis the world is currently finding itself in.  It can be hard-hitting to face the sheer facts about mass species extinction, the dangers looming over from climate change, the continued degradation of soil, water & air, the loss of biodiversity, the threat to the survival of forests, the wildlife and the indigenous communities and the various resultant conflicts arising from the 'development’ paradigm. It can be overwhelming to grapple with the complexity of these seemingly intractable issues. One could easily fall into despair. 

I had to exercise caution while conveying many of these 'inconvenient truths' to young minds that were always full of energy and idealism.  I certainly did not wish to paint too grim a picture of reality. For no fault of theirs, the youth of today are inheriting a world fraught with so many problems (albeit with many possibilities indeed)!

While a clearer understanding of the current scenario is important, my constant intent and endeavor was to balance it by highlighting the various counter-currents of people's movements rising around the world, the bright-spots of communities taking charge of their livelihoods in sustainable ways, the positive stories of citizens' initiatives, the success stories of revival, restoration and conservation, the innovative localized techno-socio solutions gaining momentum etc.


A field-visit to Puttanahalli Lake Conservation Initiative


As they prepare to enter adult life and the world of work, I found it important to instill in young minds the optimism and the confidence that they have an important role to play in making this world a greener, kinder and a just place to live in for ALL.

Many of the students are already amazing artists, musicians, poets, writers, designers, outdoor and animal enthusiasts etc.  How do we encourage them to hone in on their natural talents & channelize their innate potential (Swadharma) towards greater good is the real task of education.






Listed below are some of the activities we carried out:

--We hosted Ashish Kothari from Kalpavriksh who talked about 'Radical Ecological Democracy' and the 'Alternatives' emerging in various fields.

--Kalyan from Proto Village shared his journey of living without money with the tribal communities and now restoring a barren piece of land in one of the driest regions of India.  His Proto-Village is highly inspiring!

--Gopakumar Uncle (a Valley parent) shared about his Otter conservation efforts.

--Ranna uncle (another parent) hosted a very informative presentation on solar-power at his completely off-grid farmhouse.

--We visited the Puttanahalli Lake and learnt about how it was revived through citizen initiative.

--We were kindly hosted by Anvaitha at 'Go Native' who shared her green business model and offered us some delicious vegan-organic snacks!  A class was dedicated to vegan/organic cooking. One of the students created a booklet on sustainable and vegan food.

A visit to Go Native

--Renu, one of the Valley parents, shared her journey into the alternative medicine and traditional healthcare practices in India whereas another parent--Smitha had a session with us on 'Spiritual Ecology'.

--Prajna from Anaadi Foundation conducted a very interactive class on United Nations Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs).

--Deepak, a professor from IIM Bangalore held a thought provoking class on the 'Paradox of Efficiency' with a critical analysis of technology, energy and consumption.


3. Project-Based and Hands-On:

Our constant endeavor was to bridge the gap between theory and practice to the extent possible.  Towards this end, my classes involved several student-led projects on topics that interested them and were found relevant to our coursework.  Students came up with some really interesting projects ranging from topics such as eco-architecture, eco-tourism, music & nature, sustainable menstruation, urban wilderness, plant phenology, animal rehabilitation etc.

While looking into our role in causing water pollution, we had a class on making our own natural bio-enzyme. We used discarded lemon peels from school kitchen.

We also made natural cosmetics and natural soaps. It prompted some of us to experiment with these practices at home as well.  This was a project initiated by Swetha--an ex-student and a parent at Valley.



A class on making natural bio-enzyme and natural cosmetics with Swetha


Murali Krishna--another parent, helped us to assemble a solar cooker on the terrace of the school dining-hall. It was followed by an engaging discussion on benefits of solar cooked food and solar energy. He also offered us a session on up-cycling coconut shells.


A class on Solar Cooking on school roof-top!

Eight girls of EVS Class 11 carried out a yearlong project on the theme of 'Waste'. This involved weighing the total waste generated on campus in a month's time (nearly 500 kgs!). They also designed a survey to capture data on waste generation & disposal habits within the Valley community. Awareness posters were created and workshops were held in junior classes in order to create more awareness and share our learning with the wider school community.


We later went on a daylong field-study tour around Bangalore city to understand various challenges and grass-root solutions about solid-waste. A similar field-tour was taken up to understand the water and sanitation situation in the city.  Both were found to be quite an eye-opening experience by the students. 

Getting our hands dirty, so to say, was really important for original insights to emerge and learning to be internalized. I remember some of the students reacting with displeasure after being invited to put their hands in the compost pit. They slowly got comfortable in carrying the compost across campus and spreading it around in a vegetable garden.


Getting our hands into school compost-pit!

In one of our classes, students were given a design challenge--to gather any items from the 'waste-room' and create something meaningful/useful within an hours' time. Two teams set about the task in full zest and came back with very creative outputs. "If we start thinking out-of-the-box, there is nothing called waste", remarked one of them at the end of the activity.

4. Relevant and Relatable:

Our attempt was to make learning as relevant and as relatable as possible for all the students. This was important in order to grow and sustain their interest in topics being covered.

Nothing could be more effective than finding a personal connection with the subject matter.  It wasn't too difficult to draw from our collective exposure and experiences given that environmental issues are all pervasive now.

I encouraged them to connect with local NGOs and initiatives, take interviews with people engaged with socio-environmental causes, share personal stories of their experiments and challenges in leading eco-friendly lifestyle etc.  Students of Class 11 enjoyed creating a scrapbook of weekly news articles focused on environmental topics of their interest.  They had to write and share their reflections based on what they were reading in the article.

We often took up local issues for our discussion based on the topic at hand.  For example, when studying Environmental Impact Assessment (EIA), students analyzed, discussed and debated the pros and cons of a new hostel building being constructed on campus and a new flyover coming up in Bangalore city.

Our class once had a video-call interaction with their counterparts at Sahyadri (another Krishnamurti School in Pune). The purpose was to exchange ideas and share learning.

During another class, the students could instantly relate with the urge and angst expressed by Greta Thunberg--a 15 year old Swedish girl. In her speech at the United Nations she appeals school students around the world to go on a school strike and has launched a youth campaign on climate change (Fridays for Future).

5. Inter-Disciplinary Learning:

As I began to familiarize myself with Environmental Science, what I really appreciated about the subject is that it stands at the cross-roads of various fields--biology, chemistry, economics, politics, law, business, psychology, geography, history, culture, sociology and spirituality etc. As we looked more closely into some of the intractable environmental problems such as climate change, it became evident that the study of EVS calls for an expansive and holistic understanding of our world.


A poster on climate change by Aarti and Sunayana

More than ever before, we need to break the artificial walls of academic & professional disciplines and be able to engage together in solving them as one global community. Within the microcosm of our Valley community, their friends were often poking at the EVS students ‘to take care of the environment’--as if it were a job to be outsourced to a handful few. It is this sense of division and topic specialization that we need to transcend when it comes to environmental action. I was keen that young minds in my EVS classes engage with diverse points of views, to act upon their understanding and to learn to be patient with the results, to share their learning and create wider awareness and to appreciate the underlying tensions arising from various interest groups when addressing a problem.

In order to serve this purpose we once held a whole class (40 students) debate on 'whether Bangalore should have Metro rail or not'? Dividing themselves in smaller groups, students assumed various roles and presented their case as politicians, investors/businessmen, ordinary citizens, Environmental NGOs, lawyers etc. It turned out to be a serious and sincere debate bringing to surface finer aspects and complexities of the issue.

A senior corporate lawyer (and an ex-parent from Valley) Mr. Vishwanath, shared his views and experiences about how political & public interest negotiate with each other in trying to abide by environmental regulation. He presented us with case studies on buffer zones around lakes and forestlands in Bangalore.  

On another occasion, we hosted former secretary, Ministry of Forests and Environment, who offered us a big-picture view on how environmental laws have evolved and are being implemented in our country with a particular focus on Forest Rights Act.

We sometimes held combined class with students of Sociology. It was helpful to exchange perspectives on some of the issues of our common interest.

When studying 'pollution', some of the students expressed a concern about the light pollution at night on school campus. Their concerns and ideas were welcomed by the school administration.


An outdoor cookout with our 'Eco-Warriors' class

One more aspect around inter-disciplinary learning needs a mention here--that of striking a balance between structure and fluidity during our classes.  My colleague Skanda and I would walk into the class with a broad plan about what needs to be covered in terms of content.  We would ensure that ample space was available for students to share what may be predominantly occupying their mind-space at any point of time. It wasn't too difficult for us to build off of whatever was emerging through such open discussions and link it with environmental studies.  Our starting point could be food security for example, leading us to critically analyze McDonalds or Monsanto and their impact on agriculture, the latest TV ads from food industry, a local millets food festival in the city or an eco-resort a student may have just visited etc.  Such flexibility helped us co-construct our learning as a more organic process.

Rather than mere transmission of information, it allowed us to broaden the scope of our understanding beyond what was prescribed in the curriculum.

6. Inside-Out Change:

As part of the coursework we studied various theories, scientific/technical tools, frameworks and concepts in order to get a sound intellectual understanding about the environment. At the same time, it was important for us to be constantly checking-in with ourselves on how we are applying what we are learning in our day-to-day lives.  In other words, are we being the change or are we falling into the trap of becoming armchair environmental activists? 

On this front, my young friends were my greatest inspiration--they really seemed to 'get it' and were enthusiastically willing to make the necessary changes in their own lifestyle. It reinforced my belief that only a rise in human consciousness, particularly from a young age, would be a significant necessity if we were to meet the incredible environmental challenges being posed to us in the coming decade(s).

When we watched 'Earthlings'-a documentary on animal cruelty for example, many of the students decided to go vegetarian/vegan at least for some time.


"Be A Radical Alternative" a poster by Shanaia

With help from Shriram & Sowmya, Valley parents, we carried out a carbon-footprint study (self-assessment). We also ran an energy and water audit for our families. It was revealing to experience how, by simply bringing more awareness towards our consumption habits, our relationship with it can undergo a sea change.

Some of us really enjoyed taking up the 21-Days Eco-Living Challenge hosted on https://www.kindspring.org

Dr. Kulkarni (a parent from Dharwad) conducted a session on 'Sustainable Menstruation' for senior students, which received a very positive response.

As a teacher, I had to be extra conscious as to whether I was practicing what I was teaching.  Students would instantly catch me if there was even tiny bit of food-waste on my plate after meals or if I used a vehicle to get around on Valley campus (instead of walking).  In other words, I really had to 'walk the talk'!

In conclusion, I can say that, within the constraints of a school system, class-structure (approx. 2.5 hours contact time per week), board syllabus and exam pattern, multiple academic & non-academic demands placed upon each student, we were able to bring alive the study of environment in a fun-filled and practical manner.  The two years that I engaged in teaching-learning & co-exploring EVS with my students turned out to be a fulfilling and transformative experience indeed, somewhat reminiscent of my earlier teaching experience as a Teach for IndiaFellow.

At the end of my two-year stint, I decided to move on with the intention of expanding the frontiers of teaching-learning for myself and other young folks. 

Even as I continue to explore what it means to 'educate for life and from life', I am more than hopeful that the many seeds & saplings we planted together at Valley (literally and figuratively) would gradually grow into large trees and provide nurturance to many more in the years to come!


Documentary Films for reference:

  • Timbaktu Collective
  • Story of Cosmetics
  • Modern Times
  • Ancient Futures
  • Home
  • Killing Us softly
  • Homegrown Revolution
  • Schooling the world
  • India’s Healing Forests
  • Economics of Happiness
  • Once Upon A Forest
  • Before the Flood
  • The Century of the Self
  • An Inconvenient Truth
  • The Queen of Trees
  • Nero’s Guest
  • Water-Every Drop Counts
  • Coconut Revolution
  • Bhopal: A Prayer for Rain
  • Story of Stuff
  • Cuba: Power of Community
  • Story of Solutions
  • BBC: Planet Earth

The Edible Schoolyard Project:  https://edibleschoolyard.org/

Our Land Our Life:  https://www.arvindguptatoys.com/arvindgupta/ourland-ourlife.pdf

To Bee or Not To Bee?

Vipul Shaha
The Valley School, Krishnamurti Foundation of India, Bangalore

March 17, 2019

One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.”—J. Krishnamurti

It is 3.15 am.  I wake up abruptly from what feels like a restless dream.  My eyes and cheeks still swollen. Some parts of the facial muscles and scalp feeling numb, some are in pain.  I try to console myself saying that it is a ‘Brahma Muhurat’ –an auspicious time of the day to be waking up and practice meditation.  A frenzy of anxious thoughts take over neither allowing me to meditate nor get back to sleep.  My mind keeps taking me back to the moment…rather a series of intense moments which brought me face-to-face with death.  It’s been exactly 2 weeks. Yet every moment of that deadly encounter with the honeybees in the forest feels so very real and yet so incredible. 

I decide to pull out my ‘Gratitude Journal’ and open the last entry, for Day 21—the reflection prompt asks—‘If today were your last day, how would you spend it?’  In the past, I have avoided thinking much about or responding to this question.  Today, however, it feels very alive even as my thoughts hover around me like a swarm of honeybees.

I am transported high atop a big banyan tree, in its secure embrace, admiring the view, enjoying the exhilaration that it brings me until suddenly I hear a buzzing sound, wondering where it might be coming from.  I notice a huge beehive at the far end of a branch I am weighing myself onto and am about to climb up.

Before I know it, my face is covered with a thick blanket of honeybees, the legs, hands, throat and neck too, they are everywhere—determined to knock me down.

I begin to cry for help in Marathi, my mother-tongue—‘Deva…Deva…Vaachav…Vaachav’!  (God!!! Please save me!!!)  Screaming aloud, I am tightly holding on to one branch with my right hand while trying to brush away the bees with the other. It only aggravates their aggression as an endless army of bees continues to sting and attack every inch of my body.  My eyeglasses fall off.  My nose, ears and even the eyes are not spared.

It now really hits me that I am all alone in this isolated wilderness and this may be the end of my life.  I still cling on to dear life, not yet willing to give up.  As the stings increase, my body begins to heat up and starts to burn.  Any moment, I could fall off through the branches, the ground at least some 40 feet below me.

Just when it seems impossible that I would make it, my thoughts take a back-seat and action takes over as if a greater intelligence has kicked-in from some mysterious force. My eyes barely open, I gather all the courage and let go of the branch and swing along a creeper.  I have to trust that it will not break.  It carries me down to a sturdier and thicker branch.  In a desperate final attempt, I jump down the last 10 feet and find my eyeglasses right where I land, surprisingly unbroken!  I pick them up without even bothering to look at my back-pack, which contains a sketchbook and my cellphone, hanging onto a branch half way up on the tree.  It feels nothing short of a miracle that I have made it to the ground in one piece, albeit a scraping cut on my left arm. With every bit of energy and willpower left in me, I run for life—my only goal is to find at least one human being.  The honeybees are still chasing me. Other than a few cows grazing along the deserted dirt road, I do not see anyone.  Every step I take, it starts to get heavier. The body is burning as if it were caught in fire. It is ready to crash any moment. Just then, the sight of a water puddle along the path feels like a rescue remedy. I almost wish to drink the water, although I make do with splashing it all over my body trying to cool it.  The honeybees have finally left me except for a handful few who manage to hide inside my bright red shorts and a dark green t-shirt.  We discover them much later.



A picture of the Banyan Tree I took while climbing it, just a few minutes before the bees attack

After some 20 minutes of a dramatic escape from the bees, I finally reach and jump over the 3rd gate into Valley School’s familiar territory. I rush to the Art Village, where luckily a pottery workshop is taking place on a Sunday afternoon.  The moment I spot Chandan, the pottery teacher, I give him a tight hug and drop on the ground as if making my final surrender, not able to express myself.  He and all my colleague friends at the workshop are no less than God for me at this point.  Shocked and puzzled, they all jump into frenetic action, carefully removing over a hundred stings from my body, trying to soothe me in every way possible.

What followed is a continuation of the miracle, which eventually saved my life.  The availability of Dr. Narendra on campus, who happened to be attending the Krishnamurti Study meeting, the decision to admit me into emergency ward at Apollo, my remaining conscious and not succumbing to anaphylactic reaction—things somehow fall in place. After spending 24 hours in the ICU under observation, I safely returned to Valley with my parents who had to rush from Pune.

The danger has long passed and the body has been slowly regaining its strength, having endured heavy medication. The mind however is taking its time to process the incident. I have allowed myself to slow down, reflect and pause. I am appreciating the gifts that a crisis of such intensity is bringing to me in the form of new revelations, insights and questions.

What made me go alone into a remote forest and climb that banyan tree on a hot summer morning, despite already having noticed the six beehive colonies thriving on it?  How could it be that my mother, who was in the middle of cooking, hundreds of kilometers away, started to feel unusually dizzy, exactly around the same time when I was crying for help on the tree?

Was it a coincidence that I had attended a powerful havan ceremony with the chanting of the Mahamrityunjay Mantra the previous evening at a local ashram? It is only later that I delved into its meaning and significance around nurturance, death, immortality and liberation.


What were the following lines from Ashtavakra Gita trying to convey? --'How have you toiled, life after life, pressing into painful labor, your body and your mind and your words. It is time to stop. Now!’  I had been reading it that very morning before going to the forest! 

Was I unknowingly preparing for the fateful ordeal with my extended practice of Vipassana, Yoga and Pranayam along with the chanting of Nirvana Shatakam just before I left for the forest that morning? One of the lines from the shloka reads—‘I have no fear of death, as I do not have death nor separation from my true self….’

Where was my need for seeking such extraordinary experiences and adventures coming from? (it wasn’t the first time I had got myself into a life-threatening situation although not as intense).  Was it my drive and ambition to reach ‘new heights’, ‘push boundaries’ and ‘challenge myself’? Was I coming from foolish ignorance, romantic innocence, fearless youth or my human arrogance in meddling with the natural order? Why was my life spared whereas over a hundred honeybees sacrificed theirs in protecting their colony?  Is my life any more important than that of any other living being?  These and many such questions set in motion a deep churning and inner inquiry.

What has been most humbling is the rude reminder of how fragile, vulnerable and even how insignificant life can be in the larger scheme of things. At the same time, I also feel so very blessed and grateful for having been offered this new lease of life.  What purpose is it wanting me to serve?  What is it trying to bring my attention to?

On the way to the hospital, as the pain became unbearable and my pulse got feebler, I remember feeling as if I were sinking into death and that my brain might shut down anytime.  I thought of loved ones in my life and how I wished to have been more expressive in conveying my feelings towards them. I thought of my life, this body and the relationships which I may have taken for granted and needed more nurturing.


In days to come, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude as kind wishes, prayers and caring gestures poured in from every direction—from family, friends, colleagues, students, their parents and even the support staff at Valley expressed their anguish and concern.  Numerable versions of the incidence started to float around. Kids and adults alike enjoyed offering their own creative, sometimes humorous twist to the story!  It all greatly helped me cope with the initial shock and trauma and made me realize the tremendous healing power of a close-knit community.


                   My students of environmental science came to visit and gave me a card with 'get-well-soon' messages


Murali Krishna, a Valley parent and a friend, went on a creativity spree! He enjoyed having so much laughter at my expense! :)

One week after the incidence, I went back to visit the banyan tree with the intention of bringing a sense of closure.  This time, I walked closer to it very slowly, somewhat hesitant and unsure.  I sat down in silence for half an hour, watched myself drenched in fear (unlike the last time when I was there!) I found dead honeybees in the foliage of dry leaves scattered on the ground and felt saddened to see them being eaten by ants. Looking up towards the beehive, now abandoned, I earnestly sought forgiveness—forgiveness for having crossed nature’s limit, for having caused so much death and distress.  Quite spontaneously, I began to chant—‘Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu’ (May all be happy, may all be peaceful).  Giving the banyan tree a gentle hug to express my gratitude, I bid goodbyes, feeling much more calm and at peace.

While restoring my mental, physical and emotional equilibrium may be a gradual and an ongoing process, my curiosity and love for nature will continue to thrive. I wish to learn more about the fascinating life of honeybees and how they play a crucial role in sustaining life on this planet.  I also seem to have earned my answer to that ultimate question in the Gratitude Journal—if it were my last day—I would love to climb trees, play with children, share freely with the world all my love and gifts and embrace the next new unknown with a sense of pure silence in my heart! J


An earlier picture in the forest, where I would often go on solo nature walks and climb trees!


A card created and gifted to me by an artist teacher-friend--Devi

Embracing Life

Vipul Shaha
July 10, 2010

    It was just another Saturday evening after a tiring day at school.  I was not much in a mood to do any work that had piled up on my weekend to-do list.  So I decided to go on a cycle ride in nearby army cantonment area. It is one of those few places where there is much lesser traffic, clean and well-laid roads, and lots of old beautiful trees with a diversity of bird-life still existent.   Weekend cycle rides are for me a way of escaping from the daily routine and regimentation.  Cycling gives me an unusual sense of freedom and control as I peddle along with no particular destination in mind.  I simply follow the path that intuitively guides me on these rides.  I enjoy exploring new places and observing the surroundings.  It allows me a chance to be completely with myself with no deadlines to meet, no appointments to make and no plans to execute.    

    This Saturday evening, I was enjoying one such cycle expedition.  The monsoon showers had covered the roadside with fresh greenery.  The day’s events had turned me into a slightly reflective mood, and so I was riding slow trying to absorb of what is going around and inside.  As I was about to take a yet another unknown turn, I saw him—an old man with a white beard, uncombed hair, not-so-clean clothes on.  About 20 feet distance from where I was on my bike, this man was sitting under a deserted metal shade.  He had an empty bottle in his hand with which he was calling me towards him.  As he called me, my first thought was to start peddling faster and pretend as if I didn’t see him.  I thought of him as a homeless man perhaps begging for money. I would normally just ignore such invitations from a stranger and carry on with my business—partly because I make myself believe that I am always in a hurry and partly because I carry inhibitions about roadside strangers.

   Today was different though.  Today, I wanted to know, to get involved and to step out of my comfort.  Something within stopped me. I found myself approaching this man with curiosity and caution.  What would he want from me? As I went closer, he pointed the empty bottle towards me and requested for some water.  My instant reaction was—but I am not carrying any water with me!  His face went sad with rather disbelief.  As I took a closer look at him, I realized that this man had no legs and no right hand!  He asked me to park my cycle near where he was and directed me to the army hospital on the other side of the street for water.  The suspicious self in me was still questioning the credibility of this man.  Is he hiding his legs and hand—I asked myself.  What if he takes away my bicycle?  I locked the cycle and went to fetch him some water…still a little nervous about what I had just seen and gotten myself into.  I wondered if this was some plan to trick me? When I returned with the filled water bottle, he spoke with genuine gratitude, ‘Thank you so much.  God will bless you.  And sorry for all the trouble.’  His words melted my heart.  I couldn’t help feel ashamed about my crude thinking. 


   As I handed him over the bottle, he told me to carry on helping any disabled person I may come across.  I could now see a kind and thoughtful man behind his disheveled appearance.  He told his story…and I found myself patiently listening to it.  To my surprise he spoke good English as he had graduated from the famous Fergusson College back in the seventies—my own alma mater.  A high volt electrical shock left him crippled for life—having to lose both the legs and a hand.  The man also lost all his close relatives one by one and has no one to call family today.  None of this stopped him from having hope in life and faith in God.  The metal shed where I met him is owned by the army.  He looks after it by keeping it clean and not allowing outsiders to misuse it.  He has made it his home—a good protection from the monsoon rains.  I asked him about how he passes his time, being there all day and night with no one to look after him.  He said “When you have purity in your heart, God takes care of you.  There are always good hearted people in this world who come and help you if you have faith.”  I bid him goodbye with a promise to meet him again.  As I peddled back home, I wondered what, despite having literally nothing, keeps this man going in life?  The incidence will continue to inspire me to embrace life to the fullest no matter whatever the situation.

Walking Pilgrimage--The Shakti of Bhakti



Vipul Shaha and Sheetal Sanghvi

“My legs are paining but my soul is rested”, borrowing words from Gandhi, described our state of being even as we struggled to walk that ‘last mile’ to reach the Nature Cure Ashram where a friend had invited us for staying over at night.  It was nothing short of a miracle for us to have just completed a 35-kilometer walk from Pune to Saswad in rather scorching heat as part of the annual waari pilgrimage.  Perhaps it was the Shakti of Bhakti (the power of faith) that kept us going through an incredible daylong journey.

Growing up in Maharashtra, one cannot miss the annual pilgrimage that takes place from Alandi to Pandharpur.  Popularly called as ‘waari’—it is a tradition that goes back to over 700 years and draws over a million people from across the state to walk a distance of about 250 kilometers spread over an 18 day journey through villages, towns and cities.  This year, we felt a spontaneous call to join-in the pilgrimage even if for a short time, and to really understand the spirit of this mega-event that has just passed us by for so many years.  No definite plan, no particular agenda, not really knowing much, we just ‘took the plunge in the river’, and got completely soaked in its flow of amazing generosity, bhakti and the celebration of life.

Accompanied by hundreds of thousands of pilgrims (warkaris), it truly felt like we were being part of a river—a river that would eventually dissolve in the ocean of faith and humanity when over a million pilgrims conclude their journey at its final destination—the Vitthal temple in Pandharpur.  Innumerable tributaries representing various saints and their teachings come from the tiniest of villages scattered across the rural landscape of Maharashtra.  Every soul was welcome...the river simply embraced every pilgrim with open arms…washing away any apparent distinctions of socio-economic class, caste or gender.  We met with many elderly women who have been coming on this yatra for several decades.  One elderly women in her eighties chuckled, “my family worries about me…they think that I cannot do this any longer…but I can’t help it...I just have to go!”   



It was very moving to see a physically-disabled man trying to push up a hill his hand-operated bicycle, and fellow pilgrims offering him support.  There were small kids, families—large and small, women walking barefoot, doctor’s group, nature lovers’ group and even Rotarians taking a dip in the pilgrim’s river!  A sense of camaraderie and fellowship naturally flowed amongst people, as they greeted each other by calling each other ‘maooli’ (mother)— invoking their mutual respect and reverence for Saint Dnyaneshwara whom they regard as a motherly figure for having bestowed upon them the wisdom and knowledge of universal peace.  The boundaries of age and social standing also disappeared as the pilgrims would touch other’s feet and seek blessings from one another. It was also interesting to note how there was no authority or hierarchy that was trying to ‘control’ the flow of the river. Self-organizing and self-discipline seemed to prevail as pilgrims from all walks of life had showed up without anyone inviting them to be part of this sacred journey.  When asked what brings them to the event year after year, many expressed that they get tremendous ‘samaadhaan’ (sense of contentment) from joining the waari.   We were simply awestruck thinking of how powerful that seed of faith must have been, which has kept this tradition alive and thriving even several centuries after it must have originated.

 There was no end to the overwhelming generosity bestowed upon those walking the journey.  Unlimited amount of tea, water, bananas, sweets and food kept being poured in as warkaris were welcomed everywhere.  It seemed as if everyone wanted to contribute his or her own bit.  We enjoyed eating simple warm breakfast cooked with love by a family that we had never met.  People opened up their homes for food, bathing, sleeping.  Free shaving and hair-cuts, free stitching, cobbler services were offered at different locations.  Keeping up with the modern times, some people even offered free mobile phone charging service. Even local politicians, business people, government officials, police forces, social service organizations teamed up to be of service in various innovative ways.  Free medical service was made available all the time. The forest department in Saswad had over 30,000 paper bags filled with seeds of various fruit trees and medicinal plants which were being handed out to the pilgrims—requesting them to plant those seeds along the journey.  There were groups performing street-plays and promoting awareness on organic farming.  Another group from the Sevagram Gandhi-Vinoba Ashram was distributing copies of the Geeta and offering public discourses on the topic.


After having just climbed up a long mountain stretch, our feet quite exhausted, we were pleasantly surprised to receive the gift of a foot massage from a Yoga volunteers’ group.  How healing and rejuvenating that felt!  Whenever we expressed interest in learning more about the bhakti tradition, seasoned warkaris very enthusiastically shared their stories and experiences.  One of them even offered his personal prayer book containing songs and hymns (bhajans and abhangas) of Saint Tukaram. 

Singing and dancing to the tune of very soulful bhakti songs eased our legs and brought alive a sense of collective celebration.  It was amazing to see men and women pair up to a spontaneous  phugadi dance or following rhythmic steps to the sound of drum-beats and cymbals.  Flags, multi-colored outfits, sarees, Gandhi topis, dhotis, flowers...every little thing added its own charm and beauty to the multi-pronged gathering.


After experiencing ‘a day in the life of warkaris’, we returned home--our bodies completely exhausted, our clothes soiled but our soul and spirit a little bit cleansed and calmed! 

With deep humility and gratitude in our hearts for the countless pilgrims we encountered along the way, we would like to offer a collection of photographs (slideshow) and this week’s Maitri Tune dedicated to the spirit of kindness and Bhakti.  In the future, we wish to be able to walk the full length of the pilgrimage and would certainly welcome more like-hearted souls to join us on this walking university of life! 


https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BwQQpnn9E-CNNTJHSllFUlZGZHM/view


An Escape Into the Himalayas...


October 2017


An escape from myself
or what seemed like a daily grind,
I went to the Himalayas for peace to find.
With every breath I breathed;
and every step I did tread,
a nagging truth resounded from every nook.
the inner chatter was harder to mind;
and the mountains within steeper to climb!


Lost in their charm and beauty,
I embraced the mountains;
yearning some calm and clarity.

The water streams flowing with pristine purity;
pinewood forests vibrant with spiritual serenity;
the shooting stars showering blessings aplenty,
smiling flowers and the cooling breeze;
the griffin flying high with majestic ease,
The mules…their bells ringing a sweet symphony;
how they shared such perfect harmony!

those sounds…the smells…the sights…
shook alive moments frozen in time,
they walked me closer to myself
until there were no escapes to find.

in those humble creeks and giant peaks,
the ego chose to let some of itself go;
like the falling leaves and melting snow,
it was called to dive deeper, dissolve and flow…
to allow life to flourish and grow.

Was I beginning a new journey…?
to discover in me, the hidden treasures many;
n’ to meet the vast oceans awaiting my destiny!