A picnic that changed lives

As a part of our ongoing project, SAJHEDAR, a picnic to Gwalior was organised on 30th June, 2013 for the animators of Morena. This story elaborates the experiences of the animators who are the grassroots level change agents of the Sajhedar project.

This picnic was organised by Dharti Sansthan, Morena as a recreational activity for animators and their family. Eight animators accompanied by their wives and children went for the picnic along with the project facilitators. The picnic along with its recreational purpose served as a space where the animators went through varied experiences. “It was a personal change”, mentioned one animator.

The animators expressed that the picnic brought them many memorable moments as for most of them it was the first time they were with their wife for an entire day having an enjoyable time. Also such outings were uncommon to the villages which they belonged to. The animators were all very happy to express their feelings and experiences, some of what they shared are “It was a great outing experience for all the animators, wives & children, for some it was the first outing experience in the last 7 to 8 years of their married life”, one appreciated by saying “It boost up feelings for our partners, enhanced the intimacy between us”. All the animators shared that it was a great experience to take lunch with wife for the first time after their marriages, this some have incorporated in their daily practices as promised during the picnic. Some animators said that men are preparing morning tea at their home as earlier their wife used to prepare it early morning but this change have been seen after the picnic. Another one said that it has been seen that some animators have started involving their wife in decision making process at their home.

Another uncommon activity each of the animators did was clicked a photo where the couple were very close to each other. This they would have never done otherwise but expressed that each of them would like a copy of their photo to keep as a memento.

This picnic was an enjoyable one, full of rich and memorable moments as quoted and illustrated by the animators. We can surely say this was a lifetime experience for many of them and a learning one for us.


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