The projects we're retaining from last year are:
Blood Drive
Creatives (Publicity reinvented)
G. I. Joe (modified)
Project Care
Rural Camp
Thus your options comprise, but are not limited to, the above projects.
A student-run body that conducts events focussed on social service, we are an NGO operating within, and sometimes beyond, St. Xavier's College.
When I came back from camp, one of my French friends asked me how it was. I told him that we woke up at 5 a.m., dug for hours, slept on the ground and ate spicy food. Horrified, he said, “You enjoyed that?” “Of course, I did,” I replied. It was a great experience and I met amazing people. I learn a lot - how to throw gammys, how to participate in a ‘cock fight’, how to be a goalkeeper in a water polo match and how to try to sing a song in Hindi without understanding what I was saying, how to eat with my hands and even how to catch mud with my eye (which is not so easy, I was particularly good at this last activity).
What was funny in camp was that everybody kept on asking me, “What’s up Léa ?” Most of the time, I didn’t know what to reply with, except when I was passing gammys. After spending ten days with them, I can say that the friendliest people I met in India are part of the SSL, for sure.
Conclusion: Camp was a lot of mud…sorry, I meant to say fun, if you know what I mean."
- Léa Clouteau
Exec Comm note: Some jokes just can’t be explained. You’ll just have to make it for Rural Camp 2011!

Just as every saint has a past, every sinner has a future. Here are my adventures on the matter. I considered the SSL weirdos, attic dwellers on the ground floor (blasphemy strictly in violation of the code) and overall morcha kind of people. I was no better being a science dude, fourth floor dweller (it would be an attic if it had a roof, that distinction left for the biology guys and gals). I spent most of my time huffing and panting, walking up the enchanted stairs to class and down, cursing the mornings, the 4th floor and Statistics.
My association with the SSL started in my second year because I was told that the Rural Camp was a quick and simple way to get a social service credit. So before deciding to apply for the easy way out I walked around to the office to confront the creatures that inhabited the room under the stairs. Man was I wrong about those people! There was a magic about the place. I walked out of that office after applying to be a sub-secretary at Project Care, a post I later got.
Rural Camp became my first proper interaction with the SSL, since PC would only come at the end of the year. It is an experience I will not forget. The QQ’s, the entertainment sessions, the jokes and the fatigue weren’t the memories I retained. It’s a feeling, this sublime feeling that one can’t describe, a feeling that is felt differently by different people but it’s a feeling that is just absolute bliss. You learn things without being taught, you see things without looking, you come back with empathy and compassion you never possessed before. These lessons in humanity were reinforced during PC.

- Akshay Thiagrajan.
SSLite for life

Being Rural Camp secretary in my year was amazing, a lot of hard work I might add, but immense fun. The afternoon river sessions to the work in the pit and of course, the bogs (for those who don’t know what the bogs are have a word with this years General Secretary of the SSL Aadi Rungta who was Bogs Secretary in my year.). Then of course there are the Quotable Qoutes (QQs) which form a very integral part of Rural Camp. An example (Terry to another girl while working in the pit), “I will get behind you and give it to you from the back.” I don’t think he’ll be too happy I wrote that.
The best part about Project Care is the interaction with the children. Their innocent questions and gestures often remind us of how simple the world can actually be. A child-like light returns to everyone’s eyes. At the same time everyone gets a sense of responsibility towards their children. By the end of two days, adoption volunteers start referring to their randomly assigned child as ‘my kid’ and become concerned about whether their child has gone to the loo, wants more water or food and try to grab an extra samosa for their child. More than anything, we realize how privileged we are to have so much in our life and become thankful for it.
By and by, everyone slept and woke early next morning. A full day of fun and learning awaited us. A few campers had organised a walk in the morning after which we had breakfast followed by sessions with Fr. Terry. No words can describe the amount of fun had and information gained in these sessions. Fr. Terry was in his element, enlightening us on topics such as mixing with everyone, giving equal voice and importance to every member of the team to understanding our parents and family. He had organised many games emphasising the point which he was making and each one was different and as interesting as the previous.
