Like clockwork, the winds would blow, the storms would descend, the luscious yet desiccated\u00a0gardens would flood and quickly subside, the giant Labrador, Kelly, would come creeping into the fullest room\u00a0to seek shelter from the imminent threat of thunder, and the wifi would slowly fade away.<\/p>\n
The increasingly dizzying smells of curry, the decreasing utility of each bite of paratha, and the stagnant promise of buzzing crowds colored my bittersweet time in India. “A country of contrasts” is what my host mother calls it\u2014a nation simultaneously difficult to love and impossible\u00a0to hate. How do I criticize without being culturally inappropriate? Where should the boundaries of my judgment lie? Where can my love and appreciation be genuinely placed?<\/p>\n
This post will reflect upon the ways in which my summer in South Asia impacted me personally, academically, and professionally. My response will be truly reflective in nature, as I\u2019ve only just begun to process my experiences in India and what they mean in the context of my life back here in the States.<\/p>\n
I am at odds with the nature of my personal growth in India. I cannot tell whether I\u2019ve accepted the growth I endured or if I\u2019ve remained apprehensive, as it manifested in so many unexpected ways. Here, I\u2019ll present a few muddled quotes, whether they be from my host parents, the wonderful people I met at Bubbles, or passersby on the street, that sum up the crooked path of my personal growth.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t change everything about the world. Some things are just meant to be the way they are.\u201d<\/p>\n
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On feeding wild animals: \u201cYou\u2019re doing them a disservice. You\u2019re depriving them of the skills they need to survive in the wild, on their own. It\u2019s more selfish than altruistic, if you think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou speak Hindi? You look Indian. You are like my sister. I give you Indian price.\u201d \u00a0<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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Along with my knowledge of Autism, my perceptions about the feasibility of meaningful academic research in such a short period of time changed drastically. At the inception of my Indian adventures, four weeks seemed an eternity. Yet, marrying the technicalities of academia with such a sensitive topic as Autism rendered that eternity a mere introduction. As time went on, my intention of prying into the lives of children with Autism and their parents became largely infeasible, and the impact of my presence in their lives appeared most constructive from the distance of an observer. Why should I have expected them to disclose their deeply personal and unimaginably difficult journeys at the drop of a hat? In short, I learned the complexities of doing meaningful, sensitive research, and consequently discovered why achieving such a feat takes far more than a month of breaching courtesies.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat you\u2019re experiencing\u2014the people, the traffic, the smells\u2014is sensory overload. That is what children with Autism struggle with every day of their lives.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI love the way these kids communicate. They\u2019re so direct, so straightforward. Their senses are so keen; they can detect a perpetrator in a heartbeat.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
The knowledge I gained from a professional perspective is a bit more straightforward: working in the nonprofit world is no walk in the park, and exercising one\u2019s passion through the world of work, though a worthy ideal, can create unforeseen barriers and an immense level of stress. On the brighter albeit still stressful side, my time in India gave me space to re-consider my intended career path and think deeply about what I\u2019d truly like to accomplish in this world. The prospect of attending law school became increasingly dreary as I became acquainted with the potential to touch people\u2019s lives through health-related causes.<\/p>\n
While it\u2019s a bit late in the game to become a doctor, I\u2019ve begun considering degrees in public health that would marry my passion for social causes with concrete tools for making a positive impact on communities. Too many people, including children with Autism, live with ailments that are under-explained, under-funded, and vastly misconstrued in the public sphere. My time at Bubbles has inspired me to explore familial and communal relationships as tools to promote health-based education, tap into the subtle albeit profound social determinants of health (i.e. income, familial and communal support, and geographic location, to name a few), and ultimately improve health outcomes.<\/p>\n
In short, my time as a Summer in South Asia Fellow at the Bubbles Centre actually, literally changed my life. Now, I\u2019ll just have to figure out how to transform a law-oriented resume into something fit for a Masters in Public Health application. And sell all my LSAT prep books. Wish me luck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Like clockwork, the winds would blow, the storms would descend, the luscious yet desiccated\u00a0gardens would flood and quickly subside, the giant Labrador, Kelly, would come creeping into the fullest room\u00a0to seek shelter from the imminent threat of thunder, and the wifi would slowly fade away. The increasingly dizzying smells of curry, the decreasing utility of each bite of paratha, and the stagnant promise of buzzing crowds colored my bittersweet time in India. “A country of contrasts” is what my host…<\/p>\n