Stay Healthy. Save Life..!
Have you ever thought of walking down across the streets of Delhi and that too in an early hour of Sunday morning. Yes we were wide awake, to experience the break of dawn. The purpose was to cherish the rising dreams visible in the eyes of a young street boy, the dreams as vibrant as those city lanes he took us to. The walk was supposed to be led by the guide of the day -Ajay alias Max-as he loves to be called as. The journey started through the backstreets of Delhi, followed by his experiences, his attachment with the place as couple of his childhood years were spent on the same streets. What bought him there, how he'd spent his life , what odds he'd faced, how and what led to transformation in his life, were some tit-bits of instances being shared by him. So it was more of a walk towards the memory lane for him, 'Walking the past in the present'.
Ajay was one among those thousands who chose railway station as a mere shelter for them, having no clue of home or family. Drug addiction, starvation, pick-pocketing were something that came as part and parcel for Max during that period of life. As it's well said that 'every dog has it's day', there came a turning point in his life. His face shone with glitter of pride as he mentioned how SBT discovered him. Max continued by telling about his transformation from a drug addict then, to a chocolate lover now, from bullying around then to spending his hours in learning now. Yes, he is entirely transformed, a change leading to betterment of society, a change which could be felt. Ajay has a strong mission now, the power to chase his dreams. He has left behind his past and moving forward, not only earning today but studying and learning foreign languages as well, which was highly remarkable and solely motivating for us. A clear vision could be seen in his eyes when he told his dream to become a train driver, owing to his deep attachment for providing him roof. His deterministic attitude while sharing his future plan to go abroad for higher studies, is something worth mentioning. His words were an eye-opener for us, his story was a spark enough to ignite us. The way he expressed, the confidence he carried, the smile throughout on his face was enough to leave a strong imprint on everyone's heart.
Followed by few more streets, railway station of course, he took us to one of SBT's shelter homes for small children. It was an awful experience, seeing such small children over there, those innocent faces, all clueless and homeless, surely insisted us to think about the cruelty of life. It was a totally incomparable experience, spending some time with those 'bundle of joys' who splashed the aura with their talents.
SBT, you deserve an applause for restoring the world of childhood, taking them from a dark end towards the brightness of new learning, showing a ray of new hope.This is indeed a marvelous effort.!!!
P.S. - 'Salam Balak Trust' City Walk is a program that aims at making us aware about the street life through the stories of street children who'd lived their lives through these streets, and thus it's a unique way of providing an insight into the lives of these children and an opportunity for them to improve their communication and speaking skills.



Heyy friends..I know, you must be sensing the presence of my absence, After a long time,I'm returning,and I've a list of excuses for that.Living with a state of mind, entirely bewildered, and longing for something righteous to happen.Losing clutch on my obsession, is something which is really bothering me at the moment.Amidst all this, a sincere thanks goes to few of my friends for always raising my spirits, just love the quality moments spent with you.I've been wasting my time over some silly social networking amusements,now I'll try to stay away before the addiction hits me.Last but not least,the freezing winters am living in, do play some role in drifting me away from my space, just lazying around in the chill, ample to learn from the people around, but i fail.In this shivery season, where frost seems to be at it's peak,I see one person running around just for the sake of her family.Before, the dawn breaks, she can be noticed commencing the habitual routine, as if matching the pace with the tick of clock.Dedicating the whole of her life in just serving us, meeting our endless demands.A question, strikes me here, does the winter chill don't bites her, can't she lay off with any excuse, but still my self loves to be so reluctant, i feel helpless.Devoting, the huge percentage of the day in standing in front of the stove, serving with varieties, innumerable and the unmatched delicacy, without expecting a word of praise. A bit of vex in my life,and I can feel the crease of tense and worry burdening her, what shall I pay for this admiring concern? Whenever.I'd been in any suffering, a healing hand I've always felt near me, A soft caress,I've never missed, but what about her ailments, she never grumbled,or I was least concerned. A Life of compromises engrossed with adjustments, facing and sacrificing at every step, is it so easy to live?Whatever dearth, she is in, she could never let you feel any scarcity, always have seen her showering the oceans of love and care.A quest soars often in my mind, if God has created her merely for meeting our demands, listen to all our whines, without a single ray of rage, encasing always with the warmth of her cuddle.Yes,that's a mother, a sanctified lady indeed. An impassive soul like me can draw such emotions, but all in vague, What minute efforts do I make, to meet her unsaid expectations? A heartiest salute, to my mother, her unconditional love is beyond any expression,Describing your supportive and understanding nature is virtually impossible.Thanks for making me Me, for courage to face the world, for lessons I've learnt from you and still have in abundance to learn.Again,I salute you..!!!
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