Between 8th and 13th May this year, DRR specialists from around the world came together for the third Global Platform for Disaster Risk Reduction, hosted by the United Nations – and Save the Children was there in force, to call for increased engagement with children and children’s rights when working to reduce the risks people face, of landslides, floods, droughts, earthquakes, tsunami and more.
Save the Children staff join 65 Reckitt Benckiser employees from 33 countries to launch the company’s 2011 Global Challenge Initiative which hopes to raise £300,000 for our projects worldwide.
We can get the movement started, but it’s up to citizens to sustain the momentum around the change. It’s people with a clear point of view, which is rational and emotional and ethical, who can easily make their way through obstacles to forge a better future.
While in Delhi recently seeing family, I was able to visit Save the Children’s mobile health clinic, and was very fortunate to be able to bring my wife and children with me. My wife is from India, and our children were born there, so it’s a country that holds a very special place in my heart. Here’s a short, personal, flip video of our visit. I hope you enjoy it.
When Gareth Owen called me a “lucky devil” during my induction in October, I didn’t realise yet how unique my first deployment as a child protection trainee would be. Now, after my first month in Leh, a Buddhist town high up in the Indian Himalayas, I can indeed say that I am lucky to be living in the Ladakh region in Kashmir, known for its stunning panoramas of gigantic mountains with crisp white tops against a clear blue sky. And although the weather is freezing cold, the smiles of the Buddhist and Muslim Ladakhi are sure to warm you.
I’m told that the mountains of the Himalaya are still growing; the tectonic plates, moving slowly but with continental force, thrust more and more sharp fragments of land skywards every day. The flight from Delhi to Leh sets the scene. Peak after peak, connected by a web of jagged ridges, stretches into the distance, each one trying to break through the thick layer of frozen snow draped over it.
Today, we are in Mumbai – by the way, Indians still call it Bombay, its only the English and officials who use its new name. Had a short flight from Jaipur to here early in the morning, and after a quick catnap and lunch, we were off once more.
Quick tonight, I’m absolutely knackered. Been another intense day, but a real eye opener! Visited a school in a Muslim dominated area, and that’s when I made my first bobo.
Well what a day. Finally here in India and everything is such an experience. Trying to get some of the thoughts out of my head and into this blog after a comfortable night.
We arrived safely at Delhi airport after a good flight, although none of us got much sleep, because of crying babies. Anyway, they fed us supper at 11pm our time, (I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that late in all my life), and woke us by putting all the lights on at 3am our time to have breakfast.
The airport terminal was plush and could have been anywhere, apparently built specially for the commonwealth games, but the entire airport was surrounded by building work.
Jo, from the India office met us and and has been wonderful. Driving in India is not for the feint hearted. There seem to be no rules of right of way, other than who can honk their horn the loudest and who out-chickens who.
There was a vast assortment of vehicles on the road, which is full of enormous pot holes, honestly we moan at home but that is nothing!
There was a motorcycle with a woman, holding a baby riding side saddle on the back, bicycles piled high with goods, rickshaws and buses that look so battered you wouldn’t expect them to work, let alone be allowed on the road. But as yet no cows!!
The hotel is great and we have nice clean rooms with all the amenities. We wanted to explore Delhi a little this afternoon, sleep deprivation forgotten, to get a flavour of it, as we had not got anything on the itinerary, and were advised to visit the Lotus temple, just 10 minutes down the road.
After an exhilarating taxi ride (not brave enough to try the tuk-tuks yet) found ourselves at a beautiful oasis of green. The temple is shaped like a lotus flower in white marble, and there were lots of families there visiting, as tourists, like us.
It was beautiful and very peaceful. We had to take our shoes off and observe silence inside. It was a Baha’i house of worship, which as far as I could understand, wants to unite all the faiths of the world, bringing them to work and worship in harmony.
Many of their ideals, for equality of men and women, elimination of prejeudice and discrimination, universal and compulsory education, the elimination of poverty could all be those of Eglantyne Jebb herself.
The people were very welcoming, although we stood out, and were asked to have our photos taken by Indians who wanted their photo taken with a westerner. We were accosted by a large group of school children who all wanted to practise their excellent English on us, and they then laughed at us trying to say “Namaste” (hello) to them in return.
The families were dressed in their Sunday best and the children were beautiful in their colourful clothes. We noticed the black colouring around the children’s eyes, like eyeshadow, which looked very dramatic.
Later our photographer told us that the painting of children’s eyes is a cultural tradition and is supposed to ward off the “evil eye”. And actually, Save the Children, through the education of midwives, are trying to help people understand that the Kohl they use to give children the dark eyes is detrimental to their sight and can lead to loss of sight as it gradually blocks the tear ducts.
Other such traditions, such as removing a new born baby from the mother just after birth so she does not give the baby her yellow breast milk, which is thought to be tainted, is deeply ingrained in the culture and needs careful education to re-educate on the benefits of chlostrum milk.
We have had a fascinating and wonderful first day, but today we will see a different side to life as we visit a street children project and the slums of Delhi to see a mobile health clinic.
Tomorrow we have a very early start when we catch the 6.00am train to Jaipur, which if I can stay awake should be great.
A new survey published this week tells us that eight out of ten among the middle-class in cities across India underestimate the levels of child mortality. But does it actually matter what the middle classes think?
