Laato Mamma ( The Deaf and Dumb Uncle)
Monday, March 4, 2013
It was around 10:30 this morning(23rd Feb 2013). Kids were gathered outside the back gate of Hotel d'el Annarpurna.They were waiting for someone to tell them to enter the gate guarded by a female security guard. They were patiently waiting and some were making the best of their time in wait by taking a walk down the pavement and having a last go at their sniff bag before a stomach filling meal of the day.Yes they were there to receive their free lunch of the day provided by Smile Nepal with the help of Hotel d'el Annapurna's. It may sound like -oh just one meal a day..yes just one meal a day..every day, which makes 365 meals a year for an average of 30 kids living in the streets.
Its not just a stomach filling experience but also a heart filling one. I was there to witness the feeding session. which I joking like to refer to as the feeding frenzy ( blame it on Nat Geo and Discovery channel). The orderly manner in which it was carried out was impressive. The food was good. Not in anyway food cooked to give away that too for the street kids.
Street kids from around Thamel were streaming into the premises for about half an hour. They washed their hands and formed an orderly queue to wait for their turn. They looked hungry but not impatient. Some did look dazed and on some kind of psychotic trip ( areldite, the glue is to be blamed).
What impressed me the most was that when food supply ran low (before the fresh one arrived) the kids were sharing what they had. The spirit of sharing and caring was alive and kicking within those kids who are constantly being beaten down by the harsh reality that they face everyday on the streets that seldom forgive them.
That took me back to a line I read a few years ago... People who have nothing and still give..
Posted by prajwal at 4:24 PM
Friday, February 22, 2013
This smile has a long story behind it. Curtained by beautiful smile is a painful reality. This young boy calls himself Jigri and indeed he is one…a good friend. I don’t even remember his given name but I know his surname and it is Giri. His father and mother left him few years ago. He is ever so hopeful that his mother will someday come and take him away from his maternal home where he lives with his widowed grandmother, his elder brother and a young uncle. He says his mother is in India. Working. He doesn’t know where his father is.
Unlike Jigri,we have given his elder brother a name. We call him Fikri. Fikri has reputation of his own. Fikri is different.He is into some kind of destructive fantasy. Already a wanna be gangsta. He makes us worry about him a little every now and then. No big deal. It’s just that we don’t want to see yet another kid being wasted away,especially when it’s not his fault.
Jigri and Fikri are the only two kids in our village who don’t go to the school. But not for too long. New session and you’ll see these guys in their school uniform. We have made a deal. They are always welcome in our place, any time and they will also continue to receive those free marbles every week. Provided that they go to the school. They are in it and so are we.
They may be abandoned by their parents but not by us.
Posted by prajwal at 1:20 PM