Today India celebrates 64 years of Independence from British occupation. It's easy to forget that a culture so ancient can be a country so new to self rule. Many of India's challenges are put in perspective when compared to the United State's 64th year, 1840. Then again, Japan became democratic around the same time India did and has certainly addressed social issues much faster. And technically Canada has only been independent from the British for 29 years, so the time frame doesn't completely excuse the social problems that persist.
The remnants of British rule can be seen everywhere, from culture to geography to, most notably, education. The needs of the British were for Indians to be proficient and educated, but reluctant to question authority. And thus the educational systems they instituted focused on standardized memorization, aiming to produce identical students rewarded for being a willing part of the system. Discipline wasn't just emphasized, it was a core belief. Teachers were not to be questioned, rules were not to be broken. Success was more about doing what you were told than producing independent or creative thoughts. Naturally, this produced citizens much more likely to accept the political system than challenge it.
Despite being 6 decades removed from occupation, the education system is largely unchanged. Very little of what is taught in school embraces the wealth, tradition, and history of India in a meaningful way. Students may memorize related facts, but almost none of the rich educational methods of ancient India are present in modern schooling. The inherent wealth of knowledge India developed from thousands of years interacting with the land is essentially absent from their schooling. You're more likely to find Ayurvedic math being taught in a tutoring center in the US than an Indian classroom. Of course some schools, like the TVS school in Tumkur, are challenging the current model, but there are very few of them. The best comparison would be if a student's SAT score not only mattered more than their entire high school performance, but single handedly determined which career path a student could choose.
The process of connecting rural India to valuable education seems to require redefining schooling to include and celebrate the knowledge passed down from generation to generation. A future farmer needs little of what is on the normal 10th grade exams, but they would certainly benefit from an education that incorporated agriculture, holistic medicine, basic financial understanding, and global exposure.
But back to the Flips. In an effort to film our experiences before Jessica's arrival, we acquired six Flip cameras. I bought 3 at Costco figuring I could return them upon arrival. The first one went missing when we repacked in La Verne days before our flight. But that still left us with 5 so we felt pretty good.
Our Flips were extremely useful in Europe and during our first few days in India, leading to the numerous videos available on the Kudugal site. And they took on special significance when we shared them with the kids of Kudugal, who went crazy playing with, learning about, and fighting over the cameras.
Despite handing our cameras over to countless kids, we returned from our first three day whirlwind tour with all but one of of our cameras. The only troubling thing is that Flip has some footage not suitable for public viewing, and we can only hope it's in the heart of rural India and will never be found by anyone with Internet access.
Because of the number of cameras we had that looked the same, there were few times when we were able to do a complete inventory check. Rather, we each usually accounted for one, not knowing if it was actually the same one we had earlier. Our second whirlwind trip led to the disappearance of another camera, and to this day we don't have the slightest clue where it went. Despite the losses, coming away with three of our cameras wasn't a complete disaster. And then our last day happened.
Virtually every morning in India I woke up to my mom telling me that I couldn't leave things laying around or they would disappear. It was never clear if the reason was because she didn't trust the maid, was fearful of robbery, or believed in ghosts. But she was persistent that things left out didn't last long.
So for all but one day I had left my Iphone and the Flips inside a cabinet. On our final day, in an effort to get a jump start on packing (a mistake I'll never make again), I laid those items out on the bed so I could put them in my backpack. But then we were summoned to our final shopping trips, and I had to leave them where they were.
When we returned, the house was full of activity in preparation for our departure. Tony and I had a last minute checklist of experiences that we desperately wanted to accomplish, from drinking beers wrapped in newspaper to trying street food to visiting the once famous Dosa Camp. We made it back home just before it was time to head to the airport, and everything that was laying out got packed in bags and we were on our way.
At some point during the long car ride to the airport, I realized I didn't remember packing my Iphone. That led to a search of all our carry ons that confirmed that not only did I not have my phone, but we were Flipless. A call back to 61 didn't turn anything up, and so I boarded the plane wondering how I could have possibly lost 6 Flip cameras on a trip where I was always looking for them.
After landing back home, we did find that the phone and some flips were found in a cabinet. True to my mom's mysterious warning, they had changed locations with no one knowing exactly how or why. A cousin was able to unlock my phone and use it herself, and the 3 remaining Flips were sent with a cousin of mine that was flying to the US the following week. However, only 1 of those can actually be returned at Costco.
As interesting as the footage that we took was, the possibilities of where the cameras ended up are far more intriguing. None of us has any idea where they could be, and if we ever see them again, I'm sure the footage on them would be well worth all the trouble.