Prem Sadan

I could smell the sea breeze as I got down from the bus. Walking towards PREMSADAN a home of love for orphan and poor girls along with rest of the guys who had decided to come and spent some time with the children it was strange feeling inside me something which is hard to describe in words.

We met the kids and distributed chocolates to them. But not a single of them asked us for more. It was strange forcing kids to accept the chocolates second time. We had to force them. That is something which stayed with me the discipline and the fact that they don’t ask more in life. And they are still kids.

We played, danced, sang and clicked photos. It was nice to be kid again. The two hours we spent we learned a lot. Certainly I did. There were all smiling. Never once I saw anyone sad even though god knows what they must have gone through.

This blog is an attempt on my part to reach out to those people who want to help and do something good for the society but doesn’t have the medium to do so. Guys believe me it doesn’t take much to bring smile on their faces.

To see their Smile/Photos Click Here.

To be on Record we managed to raise almost 11000 Rs/- with 25 people contributing to the pool. There was no limit and minimum amount. The amount to be given was left on the individual decision to contribute.

We managed to purchase lot of daily items of necessity for the kids and are planning again to go there a week before Diwali.

If you want to join us and help the kids you can call me /mail me.

My number is 9323850671.

Email id: karan_singh1985@yahoo.com

Prem Sadan: http://www.helpersofmary.org/community.asp?id=17

Lost in the Clouds

He knew he was lost in the crowd who had gathered out there to listen to some religious guru give his views on life. It had happened so quickly. In hurry to get away quickly from the maddening crowd he had lost the holding of his mother’s hand.

He ran few meters to his left and then to his right and then stopped. He was panicking now. The crowd was swelling and he was lost. He knew what happened to the children who were lost. They never get to meet their parents again and are made to beg on the streets.

He kept on running every few meters in all directions before stopping. He was searching for his mother but he could not find her in the crowd. Why he had let go her hand in the first place.
He was crying now because he knew he was lost and would never see his mother again. He just stood their crying.

Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. He turned back to look at a woman who was asking him his name. She took his hand and asked him to come with her. She told him she was taking him to the volunteers who will be able to find his mother.

The boy followed her with her hand firmly gripped in his. He didn’t want to let her go at any cost. The woman finally handed the boy to volunteer to who was looking for him. The announcement had already been made on the public system and all the volunteers were told to look out for a young boy who was lost.

When the boy saw his mother he ran quickly and hugged her. The mother and child were both relieved to find each other.

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That was almost 15 years ago. I do get lost even today.

Lost, lost in my own world, in my own thoughts, in the rat race.

I don’t know how my life would have turned out be if not for that strange female who helped me. That day she helped me find my mother.

But today when I get lost I try to find myself in this maddening place where everyone is so caught up with themselves that they sometimes don’t remember who they are , they just know who they want to be like.

Every one of us wants happiness in our lives and we chase it all through our existence on this planet. The key to it is not lost its there somewhere all we have to do is search a bit. Search within us.