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Sharath-The running horse |
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Sneha Bhavan Cochin | Page-4
Name: Sharath
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Family situation: Mom ran away. Father is a fishmonger. Two elder sisters studying in the 5th and 11th grade. Grandfather lives with them and is a labourer who works for daily wages.
“Miles and Miles to go before I sleep!!!” said Robert Frost. “Miles and miles to run before I sleep” says Sharath. He runs whenever possible. Out from his dormitory to the refectory. From the playground to the classroom. From his washroom to the chapel. Whether its morning, evening or noon, HE RUNS. He rushes past lines and people. Doesn't even bother if he is breaking the rules. Running, is in his blood. Not that he comes from a lineage of famous runners or that he has renowned coaches to teach him. Its simply because he loves the sport. Come an obstacle, he transforms to a hopping kangaroo. He tags himself very naughty but I would forgive that owing to his age. The school and district level prizes he has won for running and long jump has kept his desire for the sport alive and the candle burning.
You wouldn't notice him in a group- A petite boy with an even more small face and features. His tee, hands and legs were covered with the dust from the myriad of running races he himself had organised in the morning for his small group of junior friends at Snehabhavan. Panting to get back his breath, it took some time for him to compose himself before he involuntarily blurted out “I'll beat even YOU in a race”. Wow. “That's what is called confidence”, I said myself. That too at his age! I showed my appreciation for him by offering a chocolate and Guess what! He held it up high in his hands and proclaimed to his small group of junior friends who still swarmed around him “I'll give this to anyone here who can beat me” .
Someone once told him, that a computer engineer and a 5 star hotel managers are the ones who accumulate hoards of money. And from then, he nurtures a dream of becoming either of them. A lover of food, I reckon he likes the 5 star hotel manager idea better, because I thought I saw a slight grin escape his lips as he said that. Sadly, the idea of being a successful athlete does not arise in his mind. Probably, because the foremost thought in his mind is to earn some money quickly to support his family. He spends his holidays accompanying his father who is a fishmonger. That's when he had glimpses of these elite hotels. Dreaming of managing one of its kind, in the years down the lane, Sharath clung on to his father's hand reassuringly.
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Age – 11 years
Grade – 4
Family Situation – Hails from Andhra Pradesh. Lost his way/ Ran away from home.
Murali is the bully of the gang. One of the smartest kids at Snehabhavan, Murali is a fast talker who mouths whatever comes to his mind. I was distributing some chocolates and goodies among the kids, and kept repeating aloud “make way for those who got none”. And time and again, a hand from a red Tee outstretched before me. I was encompassed by the kids and was too busy to notice anyone's face. I had my focus on my bag of chocolates, telling myself each of this child is deserving and I had to be fair , so each handful should contain equal amount of chocolates. But then when I looked up, I saw Murali's face and it struck me. And the next time he stretched out his hand, I gave him a quizzical look. He immediately clarified that it was the first time he is asking for chocolates. While he was telling me this, he put his hands into his pocket, took a chocolate out, unwrapped it , chewed it vigorously and swallowed it at one go. And then he looked at me again and said “Really chechi (Malayalam for elder sister), you din't give me chocolates”. I smile at him and hand him a couple more. There is no gratitude or happiness on his face. He just runs with it and snatches chocolates from the other kids. I silently watch him for a while and decided it was time to interfere.
“Murali”, I called out loud. He didn't seem to listen. Maybe he din't care anymore because he got his share of chocolates. I walked upto him, sat him down and struck a conversation. He wasn't really keen on divulging too many details. There was an air of restlessness about him – the way he spoke quickly, the way he was lazily but frantically swinging his legs. He announced that he wanted to go play football that precise moment. It is then that he shared with me his dream of becoming a successful football player one day. And if its not football that keeps him busy, then he sketches or fights with his friend Raju. “Murali and Raju are dubbed as India and Pakistan”, says one of his friends very confidentially. I'm amused at this piece of information and my amusement is greeted by a look of disapproval from Murali.
I continued my conversation with him and that is when he told me how he accompanied his father to the vegetable market and lost his way back home. “I walked a lot and got no where. Finally I ended up in the railway station, boarded a train and reached here”, said Murali. After he reached Cochin, he wandered around the streets, got lost again and slept in some hospital's corridors. He was handed over to the police, who took him to Child Line, which in turn contacted Snehabhavan. He told me his story with the eloquence of a practised story-teller, with the nonchalance of someone narrating a stranger's story, with not the slightest of emotion playing in his eyes. Made me wonder whether years of narrating the same story caused this. Or maybe, he had learnt the futility of wasting his emotions this way. When I probe further on how he lost his way home, he gives me a sheepish smile. “I was very small then.”, he said. “He ran away from home and that is how he lost his way”, one of his friends added. The skeptic in me didn't want to believe his story. But the realist in me decided to give him the benefit of doubt. After all he is only a child, I told myself. While I was reorganizing my thoughts, he prods me and says “I told you so much, give me another chocolate”. I gave him one more chocolate and I stood there thinking if he was selling me his story for chocolates. A story well sold!!! |
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Ajilesh - Striking a musical chord |
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Sneha Bhavan Cochin | Page-4
“I'll be a famous pianist and singer one day”, the confident voice of Ajilesh echoed in the almost empty room that we were sitting. I couldn't help smiling and appreciating the radiant glow that beamed from his little face as he said this. Looked like he had already pictured himself 20 years down the lane, sitting among dignitaries in an expensive suit, at his own musical concert.
I was distributing a few sweets to my other young friends on my first visit to Snehabhavan, when I heard a melodious voice singing to the tunes of a famous South Indian composer. Being an ardent lover of music I was just drifted to the place, by the small park of the orphanage. It was there that I spotted this boy, with a song book in hand, yodeling amidst loud cheers from his friends. He saw song after song, each time encouraged by louder kudos from the burgeoning group who kept the ball rolling. They were never tired of listening to him and he was never tired of singing for them. They were the only friends he knew...
He had it in him. That, what is needed to be a singer and a pianist-Passion. Passion for singing. Passion for playing the piano and unlike most of other street kids- a passion for living.
The lunch bell rang and the group reluctantly dispersed. It was then that I caught hold of this busy-body. I congratulated him for his god-gifted talent and he returned a friendly smile. He offered to dedicate and sing a song solely for me. I felt exalted. We sat by the park overlooking the sea, and he sang me my favorites. I joined him towards the end of the song and he again proffered me one of his cute smiles. I flipped through his song book- it would have taken me years to create one like that. Compositions and lyrics of his favorite songs (most of them, mine too), neatly penned down in pages embellished with stickers from his sticker collection. We talked about music, films and things we loved. That was the beginning of a friendship I knew would last.
On my second visit, he came running to me. Stuck to me while I spoke to the other kids. I managed to pick up another conversation with him. This time, he had two of his friends nearby-Jiffin and Manikandan. It was they who filled me in with surprising details of this smart boy - Trivandrum, Thrissur and Kasargod district level prizes for singing! For a boy with no strong foundation in singing except that given by God, competing and winning amongst "hi-fi" students from affluent families who had more than the necessary coaching was something that deserved appreciation. Not everyday you see talent and modesty going hand in hand.
The bit of piano he knows, is taught by the Don Bosco brother in Snehabhavan. He teaches that little bit to the other kids and works as an extraordinary motivator, nurturing the interest to the smaller guys who look up to him. “If I had a bit of money, I would learn some more piano and also classical music from a professional”, he said with regret in his eyes.
But, he never uses the hard earned money he gets, for himself. “All for Mummy”. His widowed mother is a daily worker, gets up and goes for work at 5.00 in the morning. Ajilesh spends his vacation in the hotel nearby his village making 'idli' and gets around 500 bucks (7 pounds) a week, the entire amount of which he slips into his mother's purse. :)
Your role model? “Abilash bhai” he said, referring to one of the senior inmates at Snehabhavan .A role model for this extraordinary chap!!! He took hold of my hands as we proceeded to meet Abilash... |
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The Don Bosco Sneha Bhavan in Cochin sits beside the main waterway from the Kerala backwaters into Port Cochin and then the sea. Sneha Bhavan is a portfolio of different services designed to help children in different situations.
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