Together We Can Change The World
Place :- SNEHALAYA Gwalior
For a long time now i have heard that we should try to help others in healing their pain and may be knowing their pain will make us realise how small our own sufferings are.....Once again God gave me an opportunity to Thnak him from the bottom of my heart for the life I have today. An opportunity to say a billion thanks to him that it's not me or my child instead of asking him like we always do WHY ME?????????
Have you realised ever that in this hi-tech 21st centuary world where everyone is striving for perction and yet there are many who are falling behind from our relentless rat race for existence. Yes I am talking about a very few indead very few of those 70 million disabled people in India. Are you aware of the fact that every one in 10 children or 3% of the country's child population falls in this category.....
Yet apart from a few orgnisations like SNEHALAYA which I visited for the first time today Noone seems to be doing somthing about it. " I always wondered why somebody didn't do anything about that, then I realises I am somebody......" and I need to start doing something about it......
SNEHALAYA which in hindi means the house filled with love, is an orgnisation which provides shelter to underpriviliged intelectually challanged children. I was astonished when the car entered the compound. It is a huge huge campur of around 50 acres with lush green garden as far as you can see...... Infront of the gate stands a tall red brick building fo SNEHALAYA INTERNATIONAL PUBLIC SCHOOL....... around the scool there is a concrete road as long as 1500 feet which lead to SNEHALAYA main premesis which houses about 60 special children..... Girls & Boys both in around 50-50 ratio...........As we got down from the car and start walking on the fields the first thing we swas was a group of children playing cricket..... We could not believe our eyes because what we imagined was nothing like this.... You could not look at them and tell that they were any differennt from normal children..... But as we walked closer to them we could see they were different....... and we looked around they all we looking at us with curiosity..... some smiled, some stared, some walked up to us and shook hand...... we felt welcomed..... We walked through the grounds to the cabins which are for boys.... we walked into one of them its neat clean & tidy..... even the wash room are stark clean.... We meet the care taker.... He is also a young lad not abouve 30 who is affectionatly directing them as they play... The question that comes into my mind how much of moral courage all these people have to take care of such a emotionally, physically and morally challenging task....
From here we walk tothe girls cottages taking a little detour of the campus....Girls have cottages similar to boys stark clean neat & cozy.... all the cottages have a seperate playing rooms with colourfull walls. People around tell us that some of these clidren are not orphan they are left here by their selfish parents knowingly....... I ashamed of such parents... I look around all thoseinnocent eyes are looking at me with mixed emotions some are shy. some scared, some happy, some curious........ There is girl infront of me on the wheel chair she does not have a leg since childhood...... my heart pains for her...... I look at her for a while and then we walk into another cottage where there are 3 children on 3 seperate beds, they don't move, they don't say a word, they don't give any expression, they look like barely living skeletons with skin on them...... My heart is so full that i almost feel choked..... the person with us informs us all these bed ridden children are actually between 16 to 20 years of age..... a gasp escapes my throat.... I felt like crying but I can't I felt like saluting all the care takersfor the great jon they are doing....
There are several of such children on the streets and God knows what all they go through every day......In SNEHALAYA they not only rescue them, they cure them, take care of them but also they teach them how to survive and progress in the world.... Special skills are tought to them to help them express themselves. They draw, they paint, they dance, they sing, they pray, they learn.....all of this is tought to them normally through drills & repetition over a period of years.....
We walked into a room which is filled with handycrafted item made by these very same children..... we all are amazed... there is a huge drwaing of SNEHALAYA, there are beautiful glittering cards, candles & paintings etc.... I find it breattakingly awsome........
We gather all the children together and give them clothes.... the happyness on their faces when they take those cloths in their hands is so visible.....All I need from them in return is their blessings for what my parents tought me is to" HELP THE NEEDFULL AND THAT'S EQUAL TO WORSHIPING GOD"..... I see them happily running here and their with the clothes in their hand.... they squeeel with delight... there enthusiasm is almost infectious.....
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DI Mujhe Bhi Sajna Hai........
My Idol..... He is the one who inspired me to do all that I am doing......
Masti With The Chillar party @ SNEHALAYA
Mujhe Ye colour Pasand hai.....
Mujhe bhi Mujhe Bhi.....
Didi Meri Bat Bhi Suno Na......
I again thank GOD for giving me such a normal life.... For giving me ability of being able to do what I choose to do......as a matter of fact whatI choose to do with my ability is entirely up to me and I HAVE CHOSEN........
I have chosen to do something for these children.....
WALKED IN WITH A MOTIVE WALKED OUT WITH A MISSION
