The Joy of Giving… My NGO experience

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Before I could realize,  I was done with my first year at college. It seemed the year went very fast,one trimester got over and then the second and third!!  Travelling,  studying, socializing, thats all I did. Hardly, I must have done something for myself, except for dance classes.
I got a nice three month break after my first year. Many of my friends were making plans, some planning to intern ( I found the idea meaningless, as just after completion of first year,  there is hardly anything learned to apply!) Well,  I was just excited, my sister had come, and these are the same holidays during which I turned into a maasi. So,  I spent the first two months in excitement only,  giving time to my sister and tried stuff like t-shirt painting.

I wanted to do something good before the start of my second year.  Something which will make me satisfied; I din’t wanted my summer break to go waste.

I decided to volunteer for an NGO. As I had recently shifted to Navi Mumbai, I had no ideas of nearby Ngos. Justdial came to rescue.Enthusiastically,  I started visiting all NGOs from the list. But all it gave me was disappointment. Most of the buildings were just named as some NGO or foundation , or trust/aashram with no activity going on. Those were set up just for the benefit of tax relaxation.

Then I contacted YUVA,  Youth for Unity and Voluntary Action,with some hope. I called them initially to know whether they were looking for volunteers or interns. Surprisingly,  I got positive response and was called for a meeting with Mr Anil Igle, the media coordinator. I was very excited and eager to start working.  They asked me few questions, my interests,and why I was interested to work with them; so that a convenient project can be assigned.

I was a part of project called CLC ( Community Learning Centre) . As a part of it I was supposed to teach children of construction site workers. My first day went good, I introduced myself, took their introductions and played few games with them.

It was difficult for me initially,as the children were of different age groups. I decided to divide them in groups according to their age and teach them separately.

The children came from a background,  where there was no atmosphere of education. Their parents keep migrating,hence even if they learn something,they tend to forget. Lack of interest and support hinder their educational growth.

The need and importance of education was a topic unaware, and strange to them. My first objective was to make them realize why they need to be literate. I gave the first 2 3 days for this. Some found my thoughts agreeable,  while some were very stubborn and considered me mad!!

Gradually, I started teaching them things according to groups. I laid stress on language and maths,  as these are the things they need to apply in real life. I gave them little work for home also. It gave me immense satisfaction and inner peace when they showed interests. I gave them sufficient breaks between studies,  and played educational games,  told them moral stories too.
Creative things like drawing, painting, were also included in my daily targets.

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Members and employees of the NGO supported me a lot, and gave me ideas also. Atmosphere there was awesome, close to nature,  peaceful,  with very good hearted and thoughtful people around. I got acquainted with people who have devoted their whole lives for the betterment of society; with no self -gain or greedy motive behind it. They chose social work as their profession; because they wanted to do it, not for gaining publicity or making money; but for the satisfaction of joy of giving. Respect for them truly.

All these factors made me love the place. The class timings for children were 11 to 3 pm,  but I stayed there till 5. 30 or 6 pm.  During the after hours,  I helped the members of CLC project.  I made few flash cards for the children to teach them about different animals and birds.

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I spent a lot of time in library,reading books. I helped the library incharge Mrs Charushila in sorting of books according to age groups. I assisted Charu in ‘ Read to Grow ‘program where the concept was to promote reading in municipal and Zila Parishad schools so that children don’t quit school. Most of the students left school,as they din’t wanted to study, or for a stupid reason, boredom. So, we took reading cards with colourful picture stories. We also made them play games and organized puppet shows.

Then Mr Vinod,another NGO employee, and member of CLC project, mentioned about Inspire Awards. It aimed to make students of Zila Parishad school aware of science and technology and inspire them with new ideas. When he came to know I am an engineering student and from science background, he included me too.

Only four days we had for the main event, time was less but something had to be done. Meeting was called with school principal, my idea got approved and we started working.

There is a settlement amidst the Kharghar hills, OA camp. I went there with Vinod sir. The settlement was beautiful, and the way there also ; partly because of the weather. I liked going there also, even though I got the opportunity for a few days. Vinod sir and I represented YUVA ( OA Camp) and it made me feel proud. The principal, gram panchayat all liked the project, considering the time constraints.

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It was for one and a half month I went there daily ,I followed up whenever I had time. My volunteering at YUVA taught me many things like

– Teaching is not an easy job, you need lots of patience for it.

– To see a person smile, and to know you contribute something for that smile, gives ultimate joy and internal satisfaction.

– Not everything is done to get returns ; social work and charity has a value.
And many other things..

I remember each and every moment spent with the kids, and at the NGO, also with the people there. Each day was a new day, with new targets, new tasks and different challenges.
My personal advice to each and every friend of mine to experience the joy of giving…

Straight from my heart,
Prakriti

Truly Special

Some people leave a remarkable mark behind them,  even in a short period of time.
I was going to collect my internship certificate from the organization yesterday. I was already late,  it was nearly lunch time,  I wanted to reach as soon as possible.
A shuttle arrived before I could reach the shuttle stop,  I ran and jumped in.  But I wasn’t sure it would stop or pass by the division I was supposed to go. I asked the lady sitting beside me,  but I got no reply. She kept looking out of her window. I felt very astonished,  how can someone simply ignore a person,  that too in need of help. I know people are lost in morning blues,  or tensed about reaching their offices on time,still atleast people can answer a simple yes or no question!?!
I assumed the lady has some serious attitude problem,  I still stubbornly asked her again, “Excuse me,  .. excuse me” I repeated,  but in vain.

I was wondering why would someone do like that;she should think that one day she might be in trouble took,  she may need help too.
The third time I patted her hand before asking this time. She turned towards me,  and gestured that she cannot hear. She was deaf!! Still she asked me where I wanted to go, using sign language. I explained by using slow action of my lips. She could understand the words by seeing my lips move. She guided me also, and explained the bus route too. Throughout the short journey, she kept showing me through signs, the bus route. She confirmed where I wanted to go, and assured she will tell me beforehand when to get down.
My destination came and I got down thanking her. I started walking,  the bus passed by, I looked inside ,she gave me a beautiful smile, and waved. 🙂

I felt very bad I troubled her. Also,  I cursed myself for assuming things about her.  I never actually jump on to conclusions, but the way I was being judgemental yesterday,disappointed me.I promised myself, I would never do so, for any individual.
I would have never realized her disability until she expressed herself. The sense of confidence she had,her dignity commanded respect. It seemed she had no regret of her being deaf,she lives her life like a totally able person. She is, a truly special woman.

She gave me a very important lesson- how muchever unfair life is to you, it’s upto yourself how to live. Either by cursing or crying,  or living it with a smile always. Thankful to her, and to God, for this truly special meeting.

– Straight from my heart,
Prakriti
Keep smiling 🙂

The Unanticipated Result

The outcome of an unexpected result , is many more expectations, either by yourself, or by others. I have experienced this truly.

I was always a near-average student in school,more interested in cultural activities and sports than in studies. Neither did I ever stood in the ranker’s list nor was I among the scholars of my class.But, in the last exam of school life, the tenth standard boards,I get a meritorious score of 95%, leaving me, my parents,school and friends in shock !!

A never-a-ranker, average student , and one of the naughtiest girl,stands first in whole school, quite surprising !?! And this not so expected achievement led to a series of expectations….

My father started believing I am the most intelligent among by siblings, which wasn’t true at all.As a part of my family tradition, I was supposed to take up engineering as the profession. My dad enrolled me for IIT(Indian Institute Of Technology) coaching classes, where I got a splendid 60% discount on account of being a ranker.(These coaching institutes provide amazing scholarships and discounts, great marketing strategy )

On one place,I always dreamed of taking literature, or something like BMM or journalism as study options, and there I was ,attending IIT coaching classes.

It’s a very common notion,particularly in India,that getting in engineering line is equivalent to  job guarantee. As if engineering and medical are the only respectable career/study options.A study reveals over 82% engineers were unemployable in 2012, also India produces maximum number of engineers. If engineers make so much money,then India should have been one of the richest country,which is not at all the case.

I feel degree is not a measurement of knowledge,nor it will ensure enough money.Many people may end up doing something which is not at all related to their degrees !! And I am quite sure many of the people reading this(If you are from India) were forced to take up engineering/medical.

Well, I din’t get selected for IIT, quite obvious , as I din’t expect it too,also I din’t had the aptitude for it.I had given NMAT ,for the dual degree integrated program. MBA +Btech , hoping I will ultimately get a managerial profile ,and I will be following my family tradition too. I got a nice rank in NMAT and interview went good , hence got selected.

Not every outcome of my “unexpected result” was bad. I got the opportunity of representing India for the Student Exchange Program and was sent to Singapore for the same.I had the best week of my life there.

I was very anxious before joining college,wondering what kind of people I will meet,and whether I will manage studies and stuff. Initially I met very good people and soon became very good friends. We sat a lot in canteen,attended lectures,went for movies.Many lessons were also learnt during my first year, few of them are- not everyone is worth of your trust,secondly what and how people portray themselves to you,can be deceiving; and not everyone may think alike.

With time, I have realized,there are few people who are totally like me and will understand me,whereas some are in their own world. But still ,I don’t regret anything now, because I have enjoyed satisfactorily the first three years of my college life.

Let’s see where life takes me further , and what it has in store for me…

 

Thanks for reading,

Prakriti 🙂

Everything happens for a Reason..?!!?

An age-old Hindu thought and a popular Indian belief,  ‘ Everything happens for a reason ‘ ; though a very simple thought,  but it may simplify life if followed truly.

Many of us keep cribbing,”why this thing happened to me” , “why all bad things come in my way “, “I have a very bad luck “. Cursing your own luck, believing yourself as the unfavorable one,  these are few common ailments people face today a lot.Knowingly or unknowingly, we ask ourselves those “Why me…? ” questions,  however positive attitude one possess.

Even I have asked myself such questions. I too, have cursed my luck. But now, when I look back, I realize, those were just negative emotions/feeelings. It’s human tendency to expect and want more, and expectations indeed leads to sorrows.
I strongly believe in luck and destiny. Even though I have always considered myself lucky,and still consider, but there are few incidences and chapters of my life, which I wish never occured. I have cried over many things,some very serious, some very trivial. There were times I was totally broken and surrounded by all sorts of negative thoughts. But till when can one keep crying or cribbing or cursing oneself ; life is all about moving ahead.
I have realized most of our problems in life are psychological. Life is just what our thoughts make it. Now I try to find the positive quotient in every bad situation.

One of a trusted friend betrays you, or you lost contact with an old friend ; so what maybe you weren’t meant to be together. You face failure now ; maybe a better opportunity is waiting for you. Things din’t work upto expectations;it’s ok, everything won’t be in your way.
Well this is the way I think now, and life seems more easy, joyful,and agreeable.

Life is all about enjoying,being happy,satisfied, acceptance, & moreover being strong; And to believe….
Everything happens for a reason. 🙂

Didi , My Beloved Sister- II

She kept telling me about her experiences at farm & I found them very fascinating,each day is a new day and may bring new challenges.She kept sending pics to me. I visited their farmhouse too and loved it to the core.I was really happy to find her happy and fully satisfied with life.

A New Life

Time passed by , my sis became pregnant and came to Mumbai, at my place for her delivery.I was full of joy and excitement,as this was a really long period she is going to be with me.Plus, I was excited I will be turning an aunt soon,& a baby would be coming soon 🙂

This time too we shared many things,I learned stuff from her like t-shirt painting and cooking. We shared the room like those good old days.Our routine started , but we din’t chat late till night as she and her body needed rest.She described me what it feels like, carrying a life inside her body , and the changes her body was going through.I found everything very fascinating and eye opening.When she told me for the first time,that the baby kicked,I was shocked , and could feel the joy and pleasure.I was just waiting for the new life to enter our lives.

Happy to Help !!

I was always there for her whenever she needed me. She behaved weirdly at times, feeling very hot when it wasn’t ,getting irritated easily, but I knew these were just hormonal changes and cooperated peacefully.

It was like, if she was pregnant, I felt I am half pregnant,not literally , but the way we were connected and cared.

The Day

The day came , and “its a baby boy”, those words filled me up with tears.The first look of the baby itself made me overwhelmed, those feelings I can’t express. I congratulated jiju and didi when she gained consciousness.Baby was so cute and adorable; even a glance on him expressed his delicateness and cuteness.

Kaanha… 🙂

In a few days sister got discharged and baby came home.He was named Kaanha soon.On the first night I was so scared to sleep.I kept looking at him. Even the tinniest cry or sound from him made me freak out. I din’t sleep that night at all, tensed baby would be comfortable or not.

After few days , I managed sleeping a little. But in another few days , baby din’t sleep at night.He used to cry & cry & cry.My sister and me stayed awake the whole night.

Half Mother ?!?

Sleepless nights, anxiety , reading mother care books,I did experience it all. I felt I am a half mother (maa-si) . I cherished those moments and will always do.Each and every moment was so captivating, I can’t express all.

Present Day

Now Kaanha is 2 years old,he calls me Paku( short of Prakriti) , he loves me a lot,like I do. We play together , I am always there for him.When he sometimes throws ball or other things at me, I get reminded of relation between me and my sister.Time flies soon….

Now I am not the youngest one,I am not the one who gets all the attention of my sister. But the love will never be less.

I wish I could pay back or return everything my sister gave me , to Kaanha, but that is not possible. He may not need it too, as I am sure she will be a perfect mother, as she played every role of her life perfectly 🙂

 

Didi , My Beloved Sister.

Some feelings can’t be truly expressed, some moments can’t be genuinely captured and some relations are always cherished. This is about one of the most important and beautiful chapter of my life, my sister and me turning into a maasi, i.e. maternal aunt.

The Beginning

Being the youngest member of my family, and the naughtiest one too, I was always pampered and loved the most. I have many beautiful memories, and few bad ones , and some regrets. My brother, five years elder to me, was initially jealous of my existence, as would any five year old kid would be; when suddenly all the attention and love gets diverted somewhere else, that is on me. This is why my sister loved me more and cared more when I was a little baby/small kid. I spent a lot of time with my sister, I used to be like her tail, following her everywhere. When I started walking, playing and gradually understanding things,I supposed it’s my sister’s duty to entertain,guide,play and roam around with me.Every evening she used to go walking or to play, I followed her.My sister’s friend used to tease her,“Hey where’s ur tail?” And ya, that    tail was none other than me. I remember once she took a break from her studies and went for a walk with a building friend , without informing me(I was fast asleep). As my daily routine, I woke up and went near the window, I enjoyed looking out of the window. Obviously,I saw my Didi, and I got so furious, that I started throwing utensils and other stuff from the window; my flat was on 5th floor!!!

Growing together..

I accompanied her at times when she studied too, sometimes she started teaching me also what she was studying!! I knew what chlorophyll is and the reason why leaves are green when I was in I or II standard ! She taught me what is good and what is bad. Many times I cried while sleeping when I was small and had a bad dream. She used to freak out and panic so much, and consoled me and made me comfortable. All my school projects were made by her,and they were all , the very best, always and perfect. It made me feel so proud. 🙂

The Growing Trust

We have a 10 year age difference,but it never was a hindrance to our friendship and closeness. Few things which I couldn’t tell mom, I told her and she was always there with her   examples,opinions and advises. Not only I loved her so much,all my childhood friends did and still remember her till date. She used to teach us dance and prepare us for all stage-shows.

 A Role Model

My sister has always been a role model for me, perfect painter,dancer, student, and what not. She completed her studies , and started working also,and I was still in school, 7 std. I used to wait till she returned from office; to update her with throughout the day’s stories. We shared many secrets during our bedtime chats. That was the only personal time we used to get. I never understood at that time, what work she did,and her job profile, I was just proud of her , as always.

Left Alone ?!

Time passed by and after two years of working in Mumbai, during my 9th standard, she had to go to the US, onsite, officially. I was very scared and broken initially, as I never imagined myself without her presence.For so many years, we shared the same room , and then suddenly , I am to be all by myself !!! I always cribbed and desired a separate room,we always had fights, regarding “keep your things in place….” But I din’t like it,I had sleepless nights for few days. On the double bed too I slept in the second half,so used to my sister sleeping on the second half. Even now I have the habit of sleeping only on one  half  of a double bed,  I never sleep on the middle. Gradually I got used to it, I missed her a lot; but phones, social networking and internet have conquered all distances now,  and we kept talking. I  din’t actually had the habit of talking on phone but I learned that too. thanks to my beloved sister 🙂 :*

My Support System

During my tenth standard , my I board exam year she guided me how to study and even made a timetable for me, I followed it truly. I had seen her studying and it gave me immense inspiration. That year was very difficult for me, without her; not even that my brother and mother got operated , I lost my elder maternal uncle(Mama, and had problems with friends.

But I din’t lose hope, I worked hard and sincerely as my sister and I topped the exam. I stood first in school. For the first time in life I had something genuine to be proud of myself.

Her Marriage

She returned from the US, and her marriage got fixed. I was so damn happy for her and excited and nervous too. I wanted to spend the few days joyfully with her before the marriage.

By this time even I was a teenager , matured and hence our relationship strengthened more. We could discuss more topics frankly ,which earlier couldn’t have been possible.I felt the old days are back, endless fights, chats , and bedtime gossips.

I saw a new her , more happy,practical and fun loving.

The day came, day of her marriage. I was so nervous, I felt as if a part of my body will be separated again.I felt butterflies in my stomach. the day went very fast, I cried a lot on the vidaai day. And again I felt lost initially,but gathered myself again.

Post Marriage Situation

We talked regularly , and more closer & closer we came with time.My sister’s happiness made me happy. I liked going to her place, at Malad. I still shared all my gossips and secrets with her.  She will be settled in Mumbai, the thought made me very glad, that we can keep meeting. And,yes almost every weekend we met, but those meetings were not fulfilling, less of time spending and more of travelling.

Distances !?!

After sometime,a year or two after the wedding, my sister’s family decided to shift to Mysore and start their own business. My sister’s father -in-law informed me initially about this, they had bought acres of land,and planned to stay on a farmhouse. I could not digest it at first.Why would someone leave their well settled houses in Mumbai & shift near a village in Mysore!! ; Particularly two software engineers, highly paid & well experienced, these were my initial thoughts.

Then gradually , I realized, my sis made me understand ;they had experienced the IT world , made sufficient money,but when they used to look forward 5-6 years ,they were not interested in the typical 9 to 9 job and a monotonous life. Secondly, they have experienced rather explored whole of Mumbai,its outskirts,and nearby picnic spots. So , it wasn’t a painful decision for them to leave Mumbai.

Respect !! 🙂

Ultimately when I became aware of the goals: providing employment to the poor, being self-employed,and self-sustained , care for the environment,I felt very proud and it grew more respect for her.

……. Continued on Part II

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