Indira writes of her experience visiting school in Karkineta….
This term I returned from an amazing holiday in Nepal to my school in Sydney. I found myself pondering what life would be like if I lived in Karkineta, a remote village in Nepal’s west.
Visiting the school in Karkineta was an experience I will never forget and taught me one of the greatest lessons in life… How lucky I am! It is now clear to me how super privileged I am to go to school in Killara.
As soon as we were in sight, climbing up the hill towards the school, children gathered outside to watch us. We walked in the front gate to a welcome like no other, all 700 children lined up to make a tunnel for us as we were greeted by the Principal and the teachers. 700 pairs of eyes watched and 700 pairs of hands waved. After being given a flower necklace and a scarf, I walked through the tunnel whilst children my age put flower petals in my hands. We were like complete strangers from an unknown world and surely we did not deserve such a welcome? I cannot imagine an Australian school putting on such a greeting. I felt honoured but I also felt undeserving and was saddened by the dirty faces that looked at me with shining eyes. I was lost for words and overwhelmed, I had never felt so out of place in my life but I know that this welcoming school environment taught me an invaluable lesson… to be grateful for the opportunities which have been, and will always be, available to me in Australia and the small things in life.
The Principal took us to his office where each of his staff introduced themselves and I noticed that through the wooden bars on the glassless windows children watched. We were then shown around the school. I looked into a year 7 classroom, and sitting there on the dusty floor and on dusty benches at dusty tables, dusty girls and boys my age had their lesson in the dark classroom with few resources. Never before did I think for one second that this was what I would be seeing, and standing in the doorway I thought of how grateful I am for my school and education.
Feeling empathy, that they do not even have a classroom with lights, I walked out into the playground, a brown dusty yard smaller than a soccer field. Children ran around and played and what made me smile was a group of girls playing happily with nothing but some leaves tied together. As we walked out of the school followed by many children, I felt ashamed and uncomfortable knowing what I take for granted and I walked up the street in silence.
That evening I thought to myself, what would it be like to live and go to school in Karkineta? Each day walking up the steep mountainside in the chilly morning air, and starting lessons in a classroom cramped with my whole year struggling to see in the dim light. At lunchtime simply playing with leaf bundles… But I felt stupid to think I could be content without a full stomach, clean uniform and iphone.
It still confuses me how many of us in Sydney have almost everything but are still not content, while people in Nepal have near to no belongings and can be happy. But I think it is because of the people they love and not the belongings they have that makes them happy.
In life we don’t really need phones or the TV or anything other than something really valuable – having the ones we love around us. I question whether we deserve or need many of the material things in our lives when we take them all for granted.
Karkineta school opened my eyes and has shown me just how privileged I am. It was a lesson like no other.
Indira