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Today I would like to share a heart touching incident which I came to know here. Two children (real brother and sister) used to read in our this organisation. Their father was a drunkard and mother used to do petty house hold jobs. There were other 2-3 brothers and sisters. Elder sisters had been married in tender ages. Elder brother too used to do menial job in his tender ages. This girl was very week and used to live in dirty and torn clothes. Same position was that of the boy as well. One day, the persons of this organisation saw these kids on hungry and thirsty state in the boiling road in scorching heat in May 2011. They were in bare feet. Only God knew, how they used to walk with bare feet. That person of this organisation went to their parents and requested to get this kids join Ek Koshish. Initially the father was not ready, though the mother was ready. Father raised questions like who would pay for, what would be benefit of all such a ‘drama’, our forefathers were illiterate and lived a life like ours and we too would do the same etc. Anyhow, he was convinced that if they become educated, they would change their life style and thinking and the entire family would be able live with dignity and pride. Any how he started sending these two kids to this organisation. They required thorough one to one personal attention as they were totally backward, lacking confidence and in short knew nothing. It was as if they were from a different illiterate world.

Though it was a herculean task to inculcate them, but this challenge was accepted as a solemn duty by the entire organisation. Special attentions, hours and hours every day, were given on all areas for their development and growth. For the first six months, they could not even understand the basics. But after six seven months, when they had shed inner fear from their brain, both started doing wonders and started learning alphabets, etiquettes and manners…. They started doing anything like a kid from higher society even they started dreaming of becoming doctor or teacher etc.

In 2012, taking their growth, they were got admitted in a good public school by this organisation. In short, surprisingly they did very well and both were among the first five in their classes. In sports, music and dance also they had started doing well. Everyone was happy to see their growth.

But all of sudden in 2014, their father refused to send them to school. On being asked he excused that he could not do any work know and as such he wanted these kids to do some work to support his day to day life. It was very sad and surprising. Ultimately he withdrew these kids from public school in spite of fervent appeals of all volunteers from this organisation.

One day what was seen, was shocking! The girl was doing work as maid servant with her tiny hands in a house on monthly petty wage and the boy was compelled to join some tea/coffee stall to clean the utensils…………how pathetic it was. Destiny had crumbled upon them!

Just think……who spoiled their life- parents, luck, God or anything else? Why we are so selfish? Why we do not come out of our selfish motifs even in the matter of our kids? Was that the duty of a parent towards his own kids? Could liquor lead to such a down fall of person?

I am still thinking a right answer………….!

 

Anubhuti Jain

Ek Koshish one attempt

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 Pencil and Eraser- A real Inspiring Story 
 

Some of us have already lost either one or both or all of our “Erasers” But it’s still nice to be reminded of them!
   Pencil: I’m sorry !

Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me.
Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it.
But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.
Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one,
I’m actually happy with my job.
So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
Every one can find this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.
They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.
Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.
Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse),
But parents are still happy with what they do for their children,
And will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I’ve been the pencil.
And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.
For I know that one day,
All that I’m left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
“We never know the love of our parents for us 
Until we have became parents”
  
Let’s do Ek Koshish One Attempt- to make those happy who really sacrificed for us !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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