Sunday, May 20, 2012

A Day in the Life: March 22nd

People have asked me, "What is a typical day like for you in India?" There really is no typical day in India! Every day, truly, was filled with a whole variety of surprises and adventures.


So I documented a day in the life to share with you. Thursday, March 22nd, 2012.

Today is a holiday! (This one was was declared.) I wake up to the drums of Kshetram vadyam,  the traditional, percussion-dominated music of Kerala. I've managed to sleep through a surprising amount of festival celebration. I hear the sound of the girls running outside and giggling; someone yelling "Chechi! Chechi, come!" below my porch. I run out to my porch and lo and behold- there's an elephant resting at the entrance gate of the hostel! The girls watch in awe as other highly decorated elephants pass by, preceded by throngs of people parading and playing music, a slow procession to the temple. What a sight!

I go with a few of the girls and warden to the temple- we walk the crowded streets, shielding ourselves from the sun with umbrellas. I feel like the whole earth must be shaking with the noise of all the drums and the heavy steps of the elephants.
I was told that typically, Christians are not allowed to go inside of a temple. Never letting go of Lidiya's hand for fear of losing her, I slipp off our shoes and add them to the pile of hundreds outside the temple gates. Lidiya leads me straight inside the temple-we are both surprised to discover that I am allowed in!

The inner part of the temple, which I know I am very lucky to see, is not what I expected. It is kind of a courtyard- a garden of shrines. I had imagined that there would be some kind of central focal point, or chairs. Instead, people meander through, visiting different shrines, and it is under open sky. Everything is lined with tiny oil lamps and bright orange and yellow flowers, and the air is filled with the smoke of various offerings- camphor bits, flowers, incense. I walk with Lidiya as she prays before the different shrines, and I watch the women in the temple giving their offerings and prayers and putting various colorful powders on their faces.

Outside the temple are the decorated elephants. We spot a couple of foreigners with cameras-most rare in Kottayam!!! (I can probably count on one hand the number of times I have seen fellow white-skinned folks around Kottayam my whole time here.) "Chechi, look!" says Ledu, pointing them out.

"But I'm the only one lucky enough to be holding the hand of an Indian!" I reply. :)



With Ledu outside the temple
These elephants were inflatable....? They looked so real!
Later in the day, mazha (mah-RHA) comes: the rain. The girls go crazy when it rains as it is rare outside of monsoon season and brings respite from the sweltering heat. I love watching them play in the rain- they get completely soaked, not a care in the world.

"Manga, manga!" a girl yells as a ripe mango falls from the tree. From different sides of the hostel, three girls dash to be the one to reach the mango first. I watch this from the bench below, where Kavya and I sit as she paints the nails of my left hand.
Mazha from my porch
Reeba watches the rain fall...
Rain, newspapers, chatting
With Kavya
Later that night, after dinner, there are fireworks! (Fireworks, at least in Kottayam, are very common. I confess I rather stopped watching them at some point.) But it is always a treat to see the smiles on the girls faces and hear their excited squeals. I watch the fireworks reflected in their eyes as we all watch together from my porch.
Kripa, Greeshma, Jincy, Sherina, Bincy, Roshna
Ledu and Sherina stay after the fireworks and we have a mehendi (henna) party! Each girl expertly draws a design on each foot, by hand! I try my hand at giving Ledu mehendi on her palm- it's not anywhere near as expert :) We talk about our visit to the temple, temples, Ledu's beliefs. They write me more little notes to stick inside "cutie pot," a handmade pot on my table, notes which I am not allowed to open until I've returned home. We stay up very late eating mangoes and Goa fruit, and dance around to Chris Tomlin music, which they love.
Sherina and Kripa
Ledu's palm: my first go at doing a mehendi design
We have few days left together and every moment is precious. I wonder to myself where I could have been more Christlike towards them in my behavior. I hope and pray that I have represented Him well to them, sinner though I am. I worry about the times I failed. Did I ever do anything around them that would lead them in any other direction than to Him? Did I ever encourage anything, even innocently, that was unwholesome or wrong, or just pointing anywhere other than to Him? In these last days, I feel burdened, wondering if I shared about my faith enough, wondering if I was too reserved, wondering how much of my sharing the Gospel with them has been in words and how much in actions... I feel a deep pain knowing that I am not assured of their salvation. And I never did share the Gospel message with them openly. We talked about faith and God and His love, but we never did talk about Jesus. Am I a failure?

All this time, I know that I have been planting unseen seeds. Sometimes all we can do is just remove rocks from the soil, even. Someone else will come and plant seeds, another will water them. I remind myself: God is in control. He knows what He's doing, and He loves Ledu and Sherina more than I ever could. He constantly calls out to them. Will they answer Him? 

Sunday, May 13, 2012

God Be With You Till We Meet Again

On Holy Saturday, the whole KMV family took a bus two hours away to Ernakulam (Cochin), for another performance of our Passion Recital. We performed at my supervisor Ann's church- a very large church- and it was wonderful to have her and her family there! The acoustics were excellent and the choir did even better this time around.



Abey Sir directs the Hallelujah Chorus
With Ann after the concert
The usual shenanigans on the bus ride home. KMV knows how to HAVE FUN! It's a party all the way back to Kottayam each time! They always play a game where someone sings a song, and you have 5 seconds to start singing a new song that begins with the letter the last song ended on. 
After the usual crazy and wonderful party bus ride home, we neared CMS College. As part of tradition, KMV sings hymns in Malayalam as we arrive, as we all give thanks to Him for a successful concert and sweet fellowship.
Abey Sir, sons Jithin and Vineeth, and his wife Ancy Miss.
Once back at CMS, we got off of the bus-it was my last time to see everyone. The impending goodbye left my limbs feeling like lead. Abey Sir asked them to stand in a circle and they sang to me the hymn, "God Be With You Till We Meet Again." I balled my eyes out. And thus began a week-long string of the hardest goodbyes I have ever had to say. Hours later, their song still echoed in my mind. I know that whenever I hear this hymn, I will immediately remember my dear friends from the Kottayam Mixed Voices.

Miss you already, Mixed Voices. I am so proud of you. God be with you till we meet again.

God be with you till we meet again,
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you,
God be with you till we meet again.


Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus' feet;
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.

Passion Recital

Palm Sunday, April 1st, 2012. Our big Passion Recital in the Great Hall of CMS College.

What a night! The attendance was great, the choir excited. Once the program began, the mood was somber and reflective as we contemplated His display of love for us in dying on the cross. I encouraged the choir to paint a picture with their singing- together we painted a picture of His last days. "Blessed be the one who comes in the name of the Lord!" we opened with, as those in Jerusalem invited Jesus into their city with the waving of palms. In "Winds Through the Olives," everyone's favorite piece, we painted a picture of Gethsemane. The tinkling, nostalgic piano line opened the song as a painful reminiscence, and the women ever-so-quietly entered as the wind, blowing gently through the olive trees on Gethsemane.  The men continued to set the scene, singing "Jesus has come to the garden to pray, kneeling alone at the end of the day, struggling with shadows in evening's dim light...." The choir was so expressive in their text painting and conveying His suffering in their voices. Moving forward from Gethsemane, we declared what Jesus has done for us in the old hymn "He Did It All for Me" and the haunting melody, "Jesus Died for Me." In the middle of the concert, I sang and played violin for a rendition of the Passion hymn, "O Sacred Head Now Wounded." The concert also included two traditional Malayalam hymns as well as a duet. We boldly shared the news of the empty tomb in the lilting "Risen! Christ is Risen!"

I hope that all in the audience truly were drawn into contemplation of His death, and His resurrection! 
Check out some videos & photos from our first performance (thank you for the videos, Soumya!):

"Blessed Be the One"
Wind Through the Olives (first part)

Wind Through the Olives (second half)

Traditional Malayalam hymn "Oru man cheranayi njan varunnu"





With my mom, dad, and brother before the concert: Sunita, Gigi Sir, and Joe
Little brother!!!!!!
Pre-concert "Mee, meh, mah, moh, moo"

A Last Rehearsal


A very big part of my time in India was the Kottayam Mixed Voices. Known as the best choir in Kerala, I sang with this group for their Christmas concert. When they began rehearsing for their spring Passion Recital, I began to lead their rehearsals. I am so thankful to Abey Sir, the director, for his humble and noble gesture of allowing me to direct his choir for a few months. These were some of my very favorite moments in India, and the echoes of the songs we shared together still linger in my mind. I am so amazed at the opportunity I had to work with them. Rehearsing Mixed Voices quickly became the highlight of my week. I have never worked with a group so receptive and so malleable. They truly trusted me and tried everything I asked them to do, sometimes too much! :) They were so very eager to learn and soaked up everything during rehearsals, all the while with smiles on their faces. I am so thankful to them for the trust that they gave me, and their great willingness to try new things with me and to explore new sounds and new ways of making them.

Over the span of a few months, I was AMAZED at their rapid progress. I felt like they were clay in my hands and God allowed me to experience such a deep joy in molding and shaping their sound. I feel that they were a different choir by the end of our rehearsal time together, which is greatly attributed to their trusting hearts and open attitudes. 

Our last KMV rehearsal was on Saturday, April 30th. I will never forget this rehearsal. I had been teaching the Choir Directors Program all afternoon and as part of the last class, the directors came to watch the Mixed Voice rehearsal to see what they had learned about rehearsing in application. We recorded all the pieces at this rehearsal, as well as videorecording my conducting. The next day was our big performance.

Rehearsal went late, but when we finished, everyone sat down in the Great Hall and Abey Sir invited me to, as well. They had a wonderful surprise send-off for me. Abey Sir spoke about the changes he had seen in the choir, and then three members of the choir gave speeches, Regi Sir, former Principal of CMS; Mohan Uncle, Ann's uncle and a retired navy commodore, and my dear friend Jibi Jacob. Their speeches were filled with thanks and comments on the things they had learned from my time with them. I was so grateful and surprised by this incredible show of support and love. I delivered a response speech, in which I found it so difficult to adequately express my thanks to them, and then was given a beautiful silver necklace and earrings set from the Mixed Voice family. I never want to forget any of their faces or any of the moments we shared together.

Finishing touches
Surprise send-off
Regi Sir's speech
My dear friend Jibi
Mohan Uncle


Lovely silver necklace & earrings set
Response speech
Ending as we always end rehearsal-in prayer.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Faculty Voice Program & Choir Directors Training Program Wrap Up

I have been home almost a month now. It's hard to believe. I still feel like I just stepped off the plane. However, there is just so much that happened during my last weeks in India. May we rewind?

I decided around the 20th of March that it was time to go home. After deciding, I still needed to direct two different Kottayam Mixed Voices concerts, one on April 1st and the other on the 7th, so I decided to leave as soon as those were finished. We still needed to wrap up of all of the programs and tie some loose strings. With MUCH help, I was able to formally finish a lot of things. But after deciding to go home, sticking around for three additional weeks was very challenging. These were probably the most emotionally intense weeks of my time in India- an intense emotional blur, with far too many decisions and goodbyes to internalize while I was there. There was much to do in little time and so suddenly my schedule was full.


Anyhow, once I had decided I was leaving, I was afraid to tell everyone, afraid of what they would think, afraid that they would try to convince me to stay, afraid of how I would explain....just afraid of such a daunting task. But everyone was incredibly supportive- far more than I could ever have anticipated. Gigi Sir, in his ever-calm, even-keel, manner, had always said that "there is a solution to every problem." He saw this decision as the right and natural solution to a problem, and from then on, bent over backwards to help me complete everything I needed to. Vimal Sir was also so supportive and did everything in his power to help me complete the programs, just as he had been helping me every step of the way all year. Dear Ann, Rinsy, and Sheny encouraged me to do what was best for me and to not be afraid of going home, and they were right by my side during difficult hours. They laughed and cried with me. I will always love them as sisters. After all, they reasoned with me, the academic year was ending and the college was closing soon anyhow, as were many of my programs. They helped me with my decision and then to stick to it when I wavered. I was surrounded by many caring voices of love and reason, imploring me to not be afraid. To all of you who supported me, both near and far away during that time, thank you for encouraging me in doing what was right for me in a time where I was unsure and overwhelmed. I cannot express how thankful I am to you.


Work on the book for the Choir Directors Program came to a halt. (At that point, I had about 3 or 4 chapters written). We had originally decided that a video and audio component would be necessary to supplement the book, especially in explaining and demonstrating vocal techniques, warm-ups, and the conducting elements we had covered in class. So I spent some significant time before I left videorecording all of this for the choir directors' use. This was with Dr. Aswan, of Harp n'Lyre's, help. It was pretty funny doing a lot of the teaching and lecturing again but just to a camera. :) So now we've got about 4 to 5 hours of video of me explaining this stuff. I hope it will be useful.

We finished up the Faculty Voice program. Before concluding the program, we reviewed all that we had covered all year and had a kind of informal exam so that I could evaluate what all they had retained, and they also filled out evaluations on what they had thought of the course, what was most helpful, what was least helpful, suggestions, etc. The feedback was excellent and most encouraging, and the "exams" showed that most of the student retained much of the basic music fundamentals we'd learned. But far more importantly, we had spent many hours together and bonded. In those last classes, I was acutely aware of the enthusiasm and the devotion of the faculty. We sang even when the power went out, and had class by the light of our cell phones. When the sound of the rain made it hard to hear, we huddled closer together and sang louder. Ben and Steve, the youngest students, picked up everything we'd learned all year in about two weeks, and caught everyone else up. :)

As for the Choir Directors Program, we finished it up by compressing all of the information into two or three more highly-concentrated sessions. Our last classes were really great- I felt like we had finally achieved our goal of creating a forum where opinions and questions were freely expressed. I was proud and happy to stand back as the students took on a much more involved role. We spent a lot of time discussing rehearsal strategies and techniques: what the rehearsal environment should and should not be, how to rehearse, how to pace the rehearsal...and how to really teach and rehearse a piece of music well-what to do when and what not to do when. After lots of discussion, I felt like there was a lot of new knowledge shared that the choir directors were excited to implement.

During our last class, the class was instructed to lead and explain as many warm-ups as they could without any help from me or from notes. I left the room while they discussed and brainstormed, and came back to discover that they had successfully remembered every warm-up I'd taught them and could lead one another in them! We spent the rest of the session in a kind of choral-troubleshooting session: "Common Problems in Your Choir and How to Fix Them." I encouraged them to bring their choir's unique issues to the table to discuss. As each issue was presented, they were encouraged to discuss their own solutions based on what all they had learned before I gave my input. I feel that I have been able, throughout the entire course, to supply them with many of the tools they will need for their choral "toolbag."

Additionally, we arranged two make-up days for students who had missed classes so that they could still learn the material.

Before qualifying for their certificate, each student completed a comprehensive take-home exam of everything that we had learned since Day 1- a lot of material. We also had a separate conducting exam. All in all, our course ended being about 50 hours of instruction.

So from November to April, here's what all we covered in the course:
  • Kodaly rhythms and hand signals
  • Warm-ups: understanding and leading them
  • Voice training
  • Sight-reading and rhythm-reading
  • Listening to good recordings to identify and break down "the good choir sound"
  • Listening to local recordings to discuss what to improve and how to improve it
  • Common pronunciation errors in singing
  • The basics of choral conducting (this was the majority of the course)
  • Expression, phrasing, and text painting
  • Score preparation-developing an "Aural Image"
  • Executing the Aural Image
  • Structuring your rehearsal
  • Rehearsal strategies, environment, pacing
  • Rules of singing-(diphthongs, consonants, etc.)
  • Common problems and how to fix them
They also filled out class evaluations and I was blessed to have excellent feedback. Everyone expressed that the course had been extremely helpful, informative, and a great opportunity. Most remarked that they had really appreciated its structure and highly-organized nature, and that it had also been enjoyable and eye-opening. One faculty member wrote, "This was perhaps the most organized course I have ever attended, or ever will attend." 

I'm writing these things not to toot my own horn, but to express my complete awe at just what an awesome opportunity this was. Truly, I feel that God really blessed this course and made it everything it was. It became so much more than I ever expected. I fumbled my way around, having never taught a course before. It was only through His grace that it was a success. I am so proud of my students, their hard work, and all that they learned and taught me. God awoke such a deep passion in me for teaching this course.

Because of His grace and the success of the program, it was decided that the Choir Directors Training Program would continue next year, as well, still as an official certificate program through the college. I am proud to have founded this and I hope that the seeds I planted will be able to grow and flourish far into the future. I hope that the book I'm working on will be a way to continue to share my knowledge (limited as it is) with the choirs of Kerala. I hope that this is just the beginning of much learning and sharing- and much beautiful singing.

Last Faculty Voice Training Program session
Front row L to R: Susan Miss, Rachel Miss, Ajitha Miss, Ben
Cinny Miss, Shobhana Miss, in the back, Mary Chandy Miss, Rebecca Miss

Photos from last CDP class:
Gifts from a care package:
Joe enjoys the singing Justin Bieber
toothbrush and Hufflepuff socks

Wesley loves his new pink fluffy pen. And in Kerala, you wear socks on your ears.
 (Not really.)

The lone females in the class stick together: Renju and Midhila
I literally received two care packages FILLED with candy right before the last class.
So we shared and ate it ALL :)
Vimal Sir, my right-hand man
In the front, Susheil, Blesson, and Wesley listen attentively.
Joe writes down all the warm-ups everyone can remember.




Jomy Sir, Bijo Sir, Prasad Sir