A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to accompany the 5th
-10th standard kids to an amusement park called V.G.P. And let me
tell you, it was one of the most Indian and hilarious trips I have ever had the
pleasure of going on.
It started at about 7:30 when all the kids got onto
two buses and the volunteers followed on one of RSO’s vans to head off
on our three hour drive. After the long journey there we hopped out in time to aid some of our motion sick kids and after a few minutes though they were all back to their preppy selves
and we sat down to eat a mid morning snack and use the bathroom.
At around
11:00 we lined up in our groups and headed through the amusement park towards
the beach. Although it was almost the afternoon V.G.P was empty and quiet
as a library (apparently the ride operators were all on their tea breaks). We
soon arrived at the beach were the kids chattered excitedly, kicked off their
shoes and rolled up their pants while they waited for their turn to wade into
the clear blue water. The girls I were with grabbed my hand when it was our
turn and as the waves came we jumped over them like I used to do with my dad.
After everyone had gotten a chance we turned and headed back into the amusement
park and met with our tour guide.
The first ride we went on was the huge Viking
ship that swings back and forth going higher and higher, although this seems
like a mild ride, for our kids it was as if they had jumped off the face of the
earth in the abyss. The screams of delight were deafening and I have never seen
them smile so big. Now what made this park so Indian was that instead of each
ride having its own operator we had one guy that followed us around to operate
them for us. The day continued on this
way and since a few of our kids were scared they said they were “sick” and
didn’t want to go on any rides. So I did what any mother would do to a scared
child, I dragged their butts onto those rides and held their hand. After a
little while they all said they felt better and were dragging me from ride to ride
forcing me to go on everything. It turns out I am not as young as I used to
be.
I had one 5th STD boy
with me named Moorthy who was so anxious to go on every ride, so he would run
in different directions only to turn around and call my name impatiently since
I was not running fast enough. We eventually ended up on a fast spinning ride
and the whole ride Moorthy kept screaming things like “ama” and “apa” which
means mom and dad and then a whole string of Tamil. I have never laughed so
hard and when I asked another boy what he was saying I was told that he was
praying.
After we had ridden every ride
we started towards the exit, but the fun wasn’t over. Near the exit was another
ride, one that I would consider an “American” ride called Top Gun, anyone who
was tall enough strapped them-selves in and waited.
They had no idea what was
in store for them, this ride flipped them upside down and spun the like crazy
until we had a few kids who wanted to get off. Some of our 10th STD
boys rode the ride 5 times and afterwards they looked like madmen! Their eyes
were huge and bulging and their hair looked like they had been electrocuted. By
the end everyone was tired but satisfied and I got to listen to kids different
recounts of things that had happened throughout the day as we walked hand in
hand back to the buses. All in all it was a fantastic day for kids and adults
alike and it was certainly one I will never forget.
-- Emily Wilson
India Sponsorship Coordinator
- Thursday, August 29, 2013
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