Har hath kalam feels contented narrating the tale of one of our very success story of "Sandhya" , who was bestowed with all that would aid her in living the life she always wanted.
This girl comes from a family of 3 brothers and sisters who use to wander on streets and beg to fill their stomach, however, Sandhya was different from them, she had dreams to acquire knowledge , she even studied upto 9th standard, but, she couldn't continue due to some problem and had to drop for 2yrs. Being a daughter of a rikshaw puller and mother who suffered from epilepsy, she faced hardship but still she didnt lose hope and strived to take admission again after 2 years , but its a well known adage "difficulty knocks the doors from all sides", this time she faced numerous troubles in getting admission.
Moreover, when life has already plans for you then no-one can stop that person to touch the sky. Team Har hath kalam(HHK) got to know about her and she started taking lessons from the volunteers of HHK in truck Union and soon she got admission into a school named Atma Ram Kumar Sabha Senior Secondary School with the help of Har hath kalam and climbed her first ladder in success by scoring 59% in 10th grade.
Further, various other organizations along with Kalam such as "Sarbat Da Bhala" even encouraged her more by sponsoring her education. The benefactor Mr. SP Oberoi chairman of "Sarbat Da Bhala" has given a sum of 10k, for her further education and she is currently studying in Government Polytechnic College For Girls doing her diploma course in architecture. She is blessed to have people like him and even Mr. Gurubakshish Singh in her life. Mr Gurubakshish, his one of the college professors, who guided and supported her a lot throughout the course besides providing her with all the instruments she needed.
"Success isn't just about what you accomplish in your life; it's about what you inspire others to do." Getting such an inspiration from their elder sister her siblings are following the same path now. Sandhya's siblings have entered the world of light i.e education and team HHK is pleased to assist their admission also, to one of the private schools in Patiala named Vani Public School.
This certain incident happened about 2 years ago when I went to visit my grandparents who live in a small village named Bisupur. It is a very deserted place with hardly any means of technology. Mostly there are slums and a majority of population is very poor. Still, my love for Bisupur isn't any less.
One of my little cousin who loved stories has asked me to bring story books for her so I had specially bought a bunch of kid's books for her before visiting there. One fine evening I was reading her an age old fable from a bed time story book. While I was reading the story to her, I noticed a very young girl was staring us from a little distance. Initially I ignored the little girl but when she was consistently looking in my direction I noticed her eyes were on the book in my hand and not me. It hit me that she too, like my cousin wanted to hear the story. So, I stood up and went to her. I approached her and asked her name. She hesitated at first then said Swati with a smile. I asked her if she wanted to join me and my cousin to which she replied in affirmative.
And then began the marathon of story reading to those little kids. As soon I finished the first one, Swati demanded the next one, and so on. While telling her the tales what I observed was that her clothes were torn, her hair was a mess and she would hardly cross for an eight year old. But the sparkle in her eyes when she saw the pictures in the book and touched the pages was priceless. Her curiosity over little things I told her and the feeling of astonishment over every tiny detail was out of the world. She didn't let me stop until I was done with every single story in the book.
Seeing her passion for reading, I decided to give all my books to her (which made my cousin a bit sad, but she eventually agreed). Though Swati couldn't read, but when I gave her the books, she grabbed them instantly as if they would vanish if she wouldn't. My little cousin who herself was around Swati's age promised me that she'd help her in reading and would also teach her.
In the eighteen years of my life, I have seen a lot of things, but this particular incident left a mark on me. It made me realise how little children who have no means of education crave for it.
The question is not whether we can afford to invest in every child. It is whether we can afford not to.