Monday, February 05, 2007

An Email for Helping Hands, in Sept 2003.

Dear All,
3 years ago I was asked to come to Lonawals's Shelter Don Bosco by my colleague
Prabha Sundaram, that time i had not joined any working groups in Mumbai which is working
in the area of development. It was an opportunity for me .thus i show my willingness to
join "Helping Hand".
Before you listen to me ..."Please Read this POEM".

Little Girl...
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On the way to the Eastern Exp
I met a little girl aged six
wearing her best dress
only slightly ripped
in her hand was a half-eaten sweet
she found with joy on the dusty street
"Little girl, Little girl," said I
running behind her dusty pace
"where is your mother,
where is your father?"
"Ma and dad I have none,"
they found me crying
on the temple ground
only a baby then!
But Ma left me a note"
She put her hand in her best dress
clenched in her tender fist
was her mother's crumpled note.


"Little girl, little girl, " said I
"where are you going this august day?"
"Don't you know, today India is free
there is so much color
so much to see
Children from schools
sing songs, it's so festive,
Look there's the PM
He is so short!"
Skipping and jumping
the little girl went on and on,
"thank god its windy"
I looked at her bare feet
on the hard rocky stones
"yes it cools the day"
I agreed with a sympathetic nod.
"No, no silly," she said
"look at our country's flag
It flies and flutters
That's how it should be
for today India is free."


I looked at her with interest
"show me your mother's note
maybe it has her name"
"no, no this note is not for you
my mom wrote it for me
it's only for me
but you can have my sweet"
And as we shared
our freedom sweet,
she said, "today India is free
sooner or later
someone will teach me
how to read."
I saw the flag flutter
in the gentle breeze.

--Ravi Kuchimanchi of "AID"

When i joined ...what i was knowing about .."Helping Hand". a group of individuals,
from a NTP batch of Tata Infotech; who wants to share a vision of Helping the needy
one. In the mean time this group get interacted with Team of SION hospital's doctors
and Social workers and their common goal brought helping Shelter Don Bosco, I don't
need to tell about Shelter Don Bosco. I will tell about the fruit of volunteer efforts
from people like you.
"Helping Hand" could not grow, nor exist, without the goodwill and donations of time,
energy and resources of the people who share this vision..that i realize.....but more than
that...When i see kids for whom Shelter Don Bosco is working along with our voluntary
support...You will say a millions times thanks to the volunteers. I have been with the team
when we go to Shelter Don Bosco to visit the children..we are sponsoring for few of their
development activities...They know...us with DIDI ..BHAIYA..UNCLE..I don't know why not Aunty!!
They look at us as ..and says to themselves :-we are not "Kacharas"...We have someone to care...To call...To say ...to play...to Listen....Thats not all....

Most of them are runway kids...they run away from their home...bcz
Their parents are not able to provide two square of meals...
Their parents fight with each other...
Their father beats their mother...
They dint like the character of someone in family....
They had been beaten up by their school teachers...
They had fought with his/ her best friend....
They got engaged in some illegal activities.....
The most ...common...looking career in Big cities...

But they don't realize ...what they got here in Mumbai or any big cities...
A Bridge to stay at night...or Open Sky for roof...or ...Khacharas to Work...or
a beimaan maalik to work for...kanjoos or fokat mein kaam lene wala..jo har baat
kaa paesa kaaTtaa hae...You must have read in the POEM...

Think about them...in all this situation ...bcz of bitter frustration ..
or by getting sympathy from someone...is some mean ...they get addicted to naSha
may be ...its BiDi, Ganza, or A Pink Tabulate at 50 Paise or 2 Rs...They do it...and
so their boss can take dirty work from them....

We think they don't have dreams specially big one...But they have...most of us will
laugh at their dreams to...but they are realistic...what is the thing that can make us
to laugh for...or to criticize ...or to say impossible....

They wanted to do something in life..Friends....Time will not forgive us..
.if we will not do something..

Look at this beautiful song..What it says
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Paradise, paradise (yeah)
You and me (yeah)

She calls out to the man on the street
Sir can you help me
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep
is there somewhere you can tell me (yeah)

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh, think twice
'Cos it's another day for you and me in paradise
Oh (oh) think twice (think twice)
'Cos it's another day for you
You and me in paradise
(Mmm mm mm) Yeah
Think about it
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying, yeah
(Yo girl why you crying)
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
(Here let me help you out)
She can't walk but she's trying

Oh, think twice
'Cos it's another day for you and me in paradise
Oh (oh) think twice (think twice)
'Cos it's another day for you
You and me in paradise
(Mmm mm mm) Yeah
Think about it
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Oh, you and me in paradise
You and me (yeah)
Just think about it (yeah)
Yeah, just think about it (yeah)

Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord (oh)
There must be something you can say
(Talk to me)

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there, yeah
She's probably been moved on from every place
'Cos she didn't fit in there

Oh, think twice
'Cos it's another day for you and me in paradise
Oh (oh) think twice (think twice)
'Cos it's another day for you
You and me in paradise
(Mmm mm mm) Yeah
Think about it
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Just think about it
Think about it
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It´s just another day (think about it)
For you and me in paradise
Yeah, think about it
..............Sang by... Phil Collins+++++

I am proud of being with you people...It will be to much to u people
reading all this...mein vaesey bore karne kee unlimited capacity rakhataa huin...

Bye for now ....more later...Only if demanded....Please write feedback for me....

Yours ...In Human Right,
Om

Comments on "An Email for Helping Hands, in Sept 2003."

 

Blogger ~ Diano ~ said ... (12:33 AM) : 

Keep Up the Good Work mate

 

Blogger Om said ... (3:57 PM) : 

Thanks Buddy...

 

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