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SATYAMEVA JAYATE KENDRA.
SKILLICORN KUMAR MINISTRIES. (INDIA)
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KINDLY SUPPORT BY REMITTING DONATIONS THROUGH
"HELPLESS CHILD CARE ORGANIZATION"
Bazar Tan,
P.O.Ghaghra, Gumla District,
JHARKHAND, 835207,
I N D I A .
Donations of any amount will be gratefully received.
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KINDLY SUPPORT "NETAJI MEMORIAL ORPHANS RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL"
P.O. Ghaghra, Gumla District, Jharkhand,
I N D I A
Principal's Email address :- premprakash.orphans@gmail.com
Volunteers wishing to serve in the above School / Orphanage may please contact the Principal, above. TRAVEL DIRECTIONS :- Plane / Train from Delhi to Ranchi (Jharkhand), then car (100 kms.) from Ranchi to Ghaghra. You will be met at Ranchi Airport.
Our Netaji Orphanage / School is fully accredited, being Registered under the HELPLESS CHILD CARE ORGANIZATION - with the Govt. of India under the Societies Act, 21 of 1860 and listed internationally through "ORPHANAGE.ORG".
Just click on the "ORPHANAGE.ORG" icon above and view under the region - "Asia and The Pacific", selected on the browser bar.
While we desperately need all the help we can solicit from compassionate persons, to support our own orphanage, we don't want to be selfish. It may be that you have no particular interest in India but would like to help orphans say, in Afghanistan, Palestine or wherever. If so, please click on the ORPHANAGE.ORG icon above to broaden your horizons. If you would like to assist the Netaji Orphanage / School, please write directly to the Principal, Mr.Prem Prakash, at the school's Gumla address. or email him at:-
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T E S T I M O N Y
Through this testimony - "DRY TREE - GREEN LEAVES", I would like to share with you the dynamic zeal of Shri Prem Prakash, Principal of the Orphanage / School, who has, himself, experienced a life from starting out as an orphan to be beaten and abused but not deprived of his sense of dignity and self esteem - of his inner spirit to survive and triumph over all his adversities. The life of this school principal is so inspiring, providing us with an example for living, and proving that one can start out even as a pauper, yet blossom into a beautiful person, dedicated to helping others less fortunate and, in Prem Prakash's experience, as one with loving concern for the orphan children of Bihar, one of India's poorest states. The HELPLESS CHILD CARE ORGANIZATION has the pleasure of helping this institution to bring hope to so many children who, otherwise, would end up on the streets as beggars or in brothels as sex-slaves. If, through this testimony, you are inspired to assist the orphanage, please get in touch, directly with the Principal, Prem Prakash, at his above Ghaghra address. Now enjoy Prem Prakash's Testimony :-
"DRY TREE - GREEN LEAVES"
by Prem Prakash (Principal)
"I was born in a most uncultured and uncivilized village, situated in the lap of Chotanagpur. At the age of three years, nature snatched my parents from me and, everywhere, I found nothing except darkness. In my childhood, I was brought up living here and there, one house to another. Stones, mud and sand were my toys. I had no cloth except a small half pant, tied with a thin jute rope around my waist. My work was only to roam in the sun for whole day, expecting a handful of rice from the neighbouring houses and to sleep on the ground under the mango trees. Sometimes, situations compelled me to sleep without food. Summer season was giving me firstly small and sour mangoes and gradually bigger and sweeter ones. In this season, I had no need to worry about food to eat because of ample mangoes in the orchard. Most of the time myself passed during summer in the orchard under the trees.
After a few years, I got cattling work and, for the whole day, I was remaining busy with the cattle in the fields, holding a stick in my hand to control them while grazing and, by evening, bringing them back to the house. It also was not an easy task, because if a cow or ox found missing, I had to under-go punishment of sleeping without food.
Once I led the cattle to the forest where green leaves were sufficient for the cattle. It was evening and it rained heavily with thunder and lightning. I along with the cattle was wet like anything and returned to house trembling due to cold. In the night, high temperature caught hold of me. Perhaps, because of fever, I was not asked for food. At about midnight, I felt thirst like anything. I was sleeping in verandah and all the members, including the house owner were sleeping inside the house, shutting the door inside. Knocking the door was an offence in the midnight . It was still raining. I got up and slowly moved up to the edge of the verandah. Water of the rain was falling from the roof. Helplessly, I drank it. I preferred to drink rain water than to knock the door and call somebody. Quenching my thirst, I went back to sleep, but in vain. Rest of the night was passed without sleep, gazing at the roof and hearing the sound of the rain drops. I would have enjoyed it, if I had no high fever. Dark and raining night passed. Golden morning came, but fever was not willing to leave me. I was feeling too much weakness. Inspite of it, I had to go on my duty with a small stick along with the cattle for their grazing in the field. I thought of going to the doctor, hence I asked help for my treatment by a doctor living at a distance of about 1 km. At this, the owner became as fire, abusing me with unparliamentary words.. He caught my neck and pushed me , asking why I did not die at time of birth. It pained my heart, so, immediately, I left that house sobbing and weeping.
I was going on and on without any deciding, roaming and moving along the path of unseen darkness. The night was about to pass; I saw light. I followed and reached a hotel. It was not in a village from where I moved, but a town. An old servant was still awake. Seeing me, he asked several questions which myself is unable to recollect, but in response, I replied according to my small brain. I answered, I think, whatever he asked. I found him having pity upon me and he offered me managing something by his own to eat as food. At about 8 a.m. on the next day, the same old servant of the hotel took me to the owner of the hotel and said something about me to which I could not listen . But I was recommended by the owner of the hotel for food-plate cleaner. Later on, I had to assist the kitchen-in-charge, the head cook. I had to work from morning 7 o'clock to 10 p.m. everyday. The owner of the hotel was not giving money as my daily or weekly or monthly wage, except food, but during my service of about 8 months, he managed to give me a pant and a shirt with instructions to keep cloth neat and clean after every two days with a small piece of soap and taking bath with the same piece of soap. Anyway, here in the hotel, I never remained starving. Inspite of it, myself was never happy. Always, I was thinking about my future because there was neither guarantee of this service nor scope of a bright future. Whenever I saw couples with their loving children, I compared myself with their life. I thought that I myself was the most unfortunate one in this fortunate world. Although I, myself, had honestly served the hotel, with my full sincerity and efficiency, the owner never asked either about my previous life of future scope for my studies. I was always willing to read, write and learn much and make them useful in my practical life.
I was willing to become an ideal son of Indian soil but there was darkness all around. None was there to help me, invest money on me for giving scope of marching ahead. In my hotel life, I always remained sad and gloomy, thinking about my future. Day by day, myself was losing adjustment with the situation. Sometimes I was even deprived of food if small mistake was committed. I had to under-go starvation sometimes, even whenever I fell sick. Even myself was not getting proper treatment. Sometimes I had to remain with my pant in my waist without shirt for days together. Thus, this way, I passed my hotel life, when, unknowingly, a great blunder in the eyes of others was committed by me. A man came into the hotel and ordered a plate of meat. I placed it before him, with a glass of water. A jug of water was also placed. He immediately put water of the glass into the jug. I was unknown to this. He had already drunk a glass of wine and the glass was waiting for the second round. I passed by his table and saw the empty glass and, showing my care and alertness through service to the customer, I refilled his glass without asking. This service of mine made him fire. Suddenly, he stood up and caught hold of me with obscene language and then he assaulted me. I realised my mistake that actually the glass was for his wine, not for water. I apologised but he did not accept. He was a cruel man. Instead of excusing me, he gave two blows on my back, one good slap on my right cheek and pushed me. I fell down. This event took place before the owner of the hotel, who, seeing it, did not say anything to me, because he favoured him. The hotel owner also abused me and gave me one slap, also words -"Get out from this hotel and die somewhere".
Anyhow, I consoled myself thinking that he did it in the interest of his business. He had to favour him but why not me? The whole night I could not sleep, only tear was coming out of my eyes. I was going on weeping and weeping. It was very difficult for me to decide what to do. I had to leave the hotel at once. I thought after hearing the word, "Get out of this hotel", nothing remained in the hotel for me. The doors of the hotel were closed to me forever and ever. Hence, without taking anything, even breakfast, in the morning I left the hotel. I felt thirst and went to the tap but, at the time of my hunger, nothing was with me and I had to go to begging, but from whom to beg? I thought and, at once, I marched to unknown path".
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Prem, not knowing what to do went to a train station in a town nearby and began begging. There are many beggars in India. One day Prem approached a well-dressed gentleman and asked for money. This man sensed that there was something different about Prem from the other beggars and began talking with him. He asked him why he was begging and the reply he received was, �I have no parents.� Touched by this response the kindly gentleman said, �You do now son, come home with me.� This man �adopted� Prem. He fed him, clothed him, and educated him. Prem Prakash blossomed into the person that he is today, an educated and well respected Principal of the Netaji Orphanage and School in Ghaghra, Gumla District, Jharkhand, India. Prem in turn inspired Pamela, the adopted Indian daughter of Keith Skillicorn. Pamela, is a recently retired senior high school teacher and Diretor of the MATRICHHAYA KALYAN KENDRAschool orphanage in India.
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"HELPLESS CHILD CARE ORGANIZATION"
(Reg. No.491 - Societies Act 21, 1860)
Bazar Tan, P.O. Ghaghra,
Gumla Dist.,
Jharkhand, 835208,
I N D I A .
PLEASE SEND YOUR DONATIONS OF ANY AMOUNT TO THE ABOVE ORGANIZATION -
(Bank Account No. 596602010002297, with UNION BANK, Ghaghra Branch No. 835207 )
MANY THANKS.
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