New Growth in the Green Woods of Sirsi, India
My first visit to the exotic subcontinent of India did not begin in Delhi, nor in Rajasthan, nor anywhere along the well-trodden backpackers trail. It was in Sirsi, for the second volunteer expedition of the year. I went with colleagues of my company drawn from across the world.
Sirsi is a modest little town in the shadow of the Western Ghats range in Karnataka, India. The people are Hindu, and so overwhelmingly the cuisine is vegetarian, which bore down on some of us by the end, whose nations were more culturally carnivorous.
However a most interesting thing about Karnataka was that it is also teetotal. Like, alcohol is actually banned. Like, respectable people would politely decline to drive you to the one seedy bar of uncertain legal status. No, not because they’re Muslims. But because the local Hindu community valued sobriety. (This bore down on the Australian of us within the first week.) I read the local newspapers; it was illuminating.
To be honest India wasn’t even near the top of my bucket list. Not because I didn’t want to go – I did – but it seemed too risky for a single female to go on her own. So India was near the bottom of my bucket list, tagged for ‘later’.
However Sirsi was peaceful and clean and quiet and rural. It felt so safe and respectable.
Perhentian and Sirsi: A tale of two volunteer programs
I was determined that year to volunteer my vacation time.
Although I later committed to a voluntourism project in the Perhentian Islands, Malaysia, actually my first attempt to realise this pledge was by applying for a company-sponsored volunteering programme at my place of work. Basically it is a corporate responsibility and awareness building programme related to sustainability issues, in partnership with an NGO called Earthwatch.
It’s a pretty competitive programme, and quite hard to get in. I submitted my application. But I did not get a placement. However, I did get onto the waiting list, which is apparently still pretty good.
Nonetheless, I was not going to bank my year’s plans on getting lucky on the waiting list, and so I booked myself to the Perhentians.
Good things come in pairs?
Is that even a saying?
In any case, when I was finalising my Perhentian volunteering plans, I received an invitation to take the place of a colleague who had to decline a Borneo project. However the schedule was no good, so I turned it down.
Besides, if I was going to go under this programme, it should be relatively low risk and so I would rather try out going to an unfamiliar country. I could go to my own country, on my own.
Then I got asked a couple more times, for other Borneo batches. I declined again. And then finally they invited me to a project in Sirsi, India.
It was a special expedition, involving awareness activities related to sustainability issues of the day, alongside fieldwork to support environmental research. I had not chosen one of those expeditions initially, because I am an environmental professional myself, and thought it pointless for the programme to spend this effort on me. I would rather join the expeditions which were solely about contributing to research.
But I was on the coveted waiting list, and have been asked… how many times? It was not in my own country, and this batch did not clash with my work schedule. I had just about enough leave to spend to do both Perhentian and Sirsi. There was no excuse to refuse it – except my attitude.
I did not turn down the universe another time.
More than one way to give
Once again, the universe in my Blue Period showed me that I really do not know how to choose. Not knowing who I was evolving to be, I still thought I knew how to get there.
Quite arrogant of me, really.
I half-thought this was going to be a waste of time. I had just returned from Perhentian, where I got along stupendously with the more vagabond, unmoored types of world travellers. So I had misgivings about going on a volunteer project with ‘corporate types’ with whom I never could relate. I might come away with my eyes permanently rolled back in their sockets.
But I would go with an open mind.
I was going to focus on what I could take away from it, myself. Essentially I was going to allow the universe to instruct me.
The research itself might be interesting to learn about – carbon sequestration estimates, and amphibian species surveys. (OK, honestly the frog bit I wasn’t really into). You can read more about the expedition here.
At the least, perhaps I could hang out with the researchers themselves, and work on the social development that I needed to become a better environmental professional.
I know nothing.
To my surprise, it was far from pointless to send an environmental professional to participate in activities about fundamental environmental awareness.
No, I did not learn very much that was new. I was right on that score. (We did, however, get to hear a lot of entertaining gossip about delegates and world leaders negotiating the climate change deals).
But, I learned (again) that you can be right, and still miss the point big time.
Even though I felt I never did relate to dedicated corporate types, I do spend a huge amount of time sincerely trying to explain important things in however many ways they can understand. I never thought I was very good at it, since the outcome had always been mixed.
But there, removed from routine organisational pressures, everyone put the expedition first. Everyone shared, and listened, to the frustrations and dilemmas we all faced in trying to make changes for norms too tightly locked in.
And I discovered that I could help the facilitators explain environmental issues. For once, a corporate audience reacted the same way that an external audience usually does when I facilitate similar forums – they understood.
It gave me many things to think about in the year ahead.
The mirrors that speak
It’s true that in life, you attract situations and people that hold up a mirror to yourself.
But how much more of a blessing it is, if the mirrors would speak.
We think that incredible things we see in people must be obvious to them. A lot of us never tell others the good things we see. The better those things are, the more real and authentic, the more we think it must surely go without saying. I think this is the most true with Asians.
But that’s why we all end up going around never knowing the ways in which we are special.
That’s the thing about travel. You go to new places, and you meet people you wouldn’t cross paths with had you stayed home. They may tell you different things about you, than you’ve heard before. Like the internet, there’s a degree of transience and anonymity that maybe makes it easier to people to take a chance and speak out.
Waking up from the cave
I had a revelation during this trip, that made me question the entire way I saw myself, and the way I engage the world.
I am a logical, analytical person by nature. This is why my social skills lag behind all others, to begin with. The way I answer queries and explain things, would be rational, methodical, with a clear structure. For reliable precision, nothing beats this approach. This is a mindset very much aligned with my company’s corporate ‘personality’.
But in recent years I went through experiences that taught me that not everything needs reliability and precision. And at that point I made a crucial choice. Instead of choosing to disparage this notion and continue as I was (as regrettably very many intelligent analytical people do), I went with my faith and leaped to learn another way. I opened my mind.
(Then was told by the universe I was getting it wrong. Tried again. I opened my heart. Was patted approvingly on the head.)
Come into the (spot)light
So what was this revelation I had in Sirsi?
There was a point in the programme when we were all asked to come up with a sustainability project, for after the programme ended. I had my misgivings about this, because I could not think of a ‘project’ that would truly be useful, within my power.
Two choices were before me. I could think up one anyway, and then do this extra thing for the sake of doing it.
Or, I could refuse. What was of real value to me was to develop those skills that I lacked that was now holding me back from becoming more, in my profession. But… this wasn’t a ‘project’ that a corporation would recognise. Nor did I wish to confine how I would achieve the outcome. So I couldn’t even describe milestones and measures.
I made my decision. As my colleagues worked on their flipcharts on the ideas that were important to them, I did something completely unprecedented for me. I lay back and just… meditated, I guess. When it came to my turn to share my project, I mentally shut off all my rational circuits. Then I just spoke.
Not from my head, where the defiance lies. But from the heart, where I could refuse as gently as the welling of a spring. It was the first time I had ever done such a thing. If not because my audience was made of strangers I would likely never see again, I don’t think I could have done it.
I made no lists, and drew no charts.
There was no presentation aid – nothing but my voice. Because I shut off my analytical mind, I don’t remember the speech. I can’t reproduce what I said, nor how I said them.
All I knew was that essentially, what I was offering as my sustainability project, was myself. Though I was also supposed to describe how I would execute this project, I did not. I would let the universe take the lead, and flow pliably – evolving in submission.
But as I spoke, I became aware of a most unprecedented thing. My audience was rapt. Every single one. I did not know why. You could hear a pin drop, it was so still. I felt a panic rising – what was happening? But I kept going.
And when I was done, the spell eased gently as a breath. And I was told by my mirrors, my blessed mirrors, that my speech – the speech that defied what the activity actually asked for – was the most inspiring thing they had ever heard.
Damn, if only I had heard it myself.
I had already become convinced that the heart was a stronger path than the head, to change people’s minds. But that was the first experience that made me think maybe my heart, perhaps, could do it.
By the way, it took me over a year full of ups and downs, and things that seemed to be failures. But yes – via its own meandering, baffling, emotional, humbling way – mine was the project that succeeded.
Sunset in Sirsi
I think Sirsi was where my Blue Period set. I think it happened when I chose to decline my analytical approach, and gave that speech.
It was like waking from a long dream. My experience in Perhentian may have nudged me awake. But in Sirsi, I got up.
I engaged. I was social. It was somehow doable, to wander and presume to join others in random conversation. I could assert myself – my genuine self – and felt people respond positively to it. It baffled me why this was working, when through my formative years, it did not – but new me decided it was more important that it was happening, even if I would never understand why now.
Morning dawns over Yana.
It was nice to be outdoors and not have to classify trees for a change. We hiked leisurely on the trail to where the rock formations were. For me, the hike was easy, although I still wasn’t quite fit enough to speed along it. Being Malaysian, I did not have as much trouble with the heat as some of my colleagues did. The vegetation, humidity, and overall feel of the forest trail felt very like home, so I felt confident.
Yana Rocks looms imposingly tall, on the approach. It looks almost like some kind of sprawling church organ, with its merging vertical columns. There were beehives under the overhangs, and we watched as swallows and bees face off against each other in the air.
At the foot of the formation is sacred ground. There was a temple by the rocks, and you could go on a footpath all the way around the back of the rock formation. However, as it is sacred ground, you would have to take your shoes off, and walk it barefoot.
No turning back
I did not walk by the rock formation, because I opted to follow the trail further down to catch up with one of us who had gone ahead. There was supposed to be a waterfall nearby that we were all going to hike to next. It did not seem to be difficult, since there looks to be just one trail.
I briefly had misgivings when the first snake crossed my trail though.
It was a black one, and I did not see the head. It stopped me dead in my tracks. However it did not seem to take any notice of me, so I took a video while I waited for it to pass.
I could turn back, or I could press on, knowing that snakes cross the hiking trails of Yana.
I pressed on.
Fly now, butterfly.
I caught up with my colleague and we explored the rest of the trail. It turned out that the waterfall was not actually down the trail. So I had to turn back after all.
There was no anxiety at all. For the first time in my life. Even with the snakes. I was only calm. Yet in Katoomba, within the same year, I was neurotic and doubtful. In my whole life I have never achieved growth as fast as when I stopped trying to do it myself – and submitted to how the universe thought best to do it through my travels of the Blue Period.
When we made our way back up the trail, we came upon a celebratory rush of white butterflies.
And among them, just a single one – a butterfly with wings of blue.