Dil se envisions a humane and just society,which is free from hunger,hatred,violence,injustice and every form of deprivation which denies people their social and economic right;where every person has equitable access to life of hope and dignity.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
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Monday, December 12, 2011
"He is named Laat Sahib!"
Akram is very excited today. He can't stop beaming. When I ask him the reason for his happiness, he says that he has grown full one inch in the past week. "Now I am 4 feet tall!" he exclaims.
I am in Umeed Aman Ghar (Aman Biradari's) shelter for boys near Mehrauli in New Delhi. Built out of red bricks and stone, the cohesiveness of this building is not the cement that binds the bricks, but its the love and compassion between the different young boys that transforms this 'building' to a 'home'.
As I get ready to click some pictures, everyone clamours to get in the front unless I frown and threaten not to click any, after which everyone stands erect as if having been doused with ice cold water. These children do not mind talking to a stranger, as the children from many prosperous families would, because they have been taught that the only stranger in their life is hatred and ill will.
Its another normal day out here as the children get ready to take their morning classes in English and Mathematics. But Saket, Sachin and Rahul just can't stop quibbling. Sachin is upset because he thinks that Saket and Rahul have schemed against him. When I ask whats the matter, he explains: " I was going to be the hero of our movie. But now Saket and Rahul are saying that I will not play the hero. Ye toh cheating hai!" On being asked about the details of the movie, he informs me (and adds that this information is being provided to me exclusively) that they all are planning to make a movie. "Saket will be the director and Rahul will be the producer." I ask Saket and Rahul about the same and they retort " Sachin will not be in the movie. Yesterday, all that he was doing was to shout 'Packup!' Aise movie thodi na banti hai."
Quarrels aside, they unanimously agree that they will name their movie as "MAAR DHAAD". Another round of negotiations and suggestions start for deciding the tagline.
But Rajeev seems to be quite aloof from all these plans. "I want to become a big man someday", he says in crisp and precise English, as one is almost taken aback by the intensity of determination oozing out of his eyes. "I will learn how to properly read and write and become successful in my life." I remark that his boots seem to be the cleanest of all and he smiles and says "I polished them last night!"
Nicknames abound as the children pull each others leg. Rajiv tells me that the big burly boy standing near the tree is named 'Kalicharan' and the small black one tying his laces is named 'African Babua'. Apparently 'African Babua' overhears his name and informs me that Rajiv is nick named 'Laat Sahib'.
It is bstrange that for all the misery that has been associated with their past, these children only have optimism and high hopes for their future.
"When I first came here, I did not like it. I had no manners to talk to anyone or even my elders and indulged in fights often." says 15 year old Abdul. " I used to shout a lot and throw a lot of tantrums. But gradually I begun to like the place. These people taught me how to read and write and made me clever. Above all, they taught me manners and etiquette." Naveen, who is standing nearby, retorts, "but he still doesn't talk to me properly", as we all burst out laughing.
As I prepare to leave the home, some children tug at my coat and ask, when are they getting their pictures? Ummm.....I'll try to take out a print, I assure them.
"One last question. What have you named me?"
"Bangali Baabu!"
"Bengali Baabu? But I am from Madhya Pradesh..."
"Then Diggi Raja!"
Suits me fine. :)
Delhi Winter Campaign for the Homeless
Every winter, homeless children, women and men battle for their lives in the bitter night cold, and many die lonely deaths each year.
For many years, caring young staff and volunteers of Aman Biradari and Koshish have attempted to reach out support for dignified survival to homeless people, for whom Delhi’s fierce winter threatens those with no roof over their heads every year. Each year, we learn from the last, and try to improve our out-reach interventions for egalitarian caring.
Planned interventions this winter
- Aman Homeless Winter Shelters:
Day-Night Shelters, Community Kitchens and Health Centers
1. We observed in past years that a big limitation of the program to distribute blankets is that homeless people have no place where they can store this the next morning, and the blanket at best serves them a single night. We experimented last winter with 2 fixed distribution points, where staff and volunteers will distribute blankets and mats free every night, and collect these again the next morning, and store it at a room nearby. We propose to augment our services by establishing day-night shelters itself in homeless concentration locations of Hazrat Nizamuddin and Jama Masjid and Yamuna Pushta.
2. Homeless people die in winter not just because they are homeless, but also often because they are poorly nourished. Research has established that people exposed to extreme cold need more calories simply to maintain their body temperature. Therefore we resolved this year to serve a hot cooked meal in the night at each of these fixed sites. Here a hot nutritious meal would go a long way in ensuring body warmth, and this coupled with blankets could effectively combat the winter deaths. Hence we propose that at the fixed distribution sites, we will also distribute a free hot cooked meal each night to the homeless from the blanket distribution site itself.
3. At these locations we will also store medicines and provide basic first aid if so required.
In summary, for the high-density homeless concentration areas of Hazrat Nizamuddin, Jama Masjid and Yamuna Pushta, we will establish 3 Aman Winter Homeless Shelters, in which staff and volunteers will provide the following services:
Ø Dignified place to sleep with blankets and mattresses provided every night
Ø Hot cooked nutritious meals
Ø Primary Health and Referral Services
2. Mobile Blanket Distribution and Health Rescue Services:
There are some scattered single homeless persons, who are the most vulnerable (including those who are mentally ill). They cannot be reached by the fixed blanket distribution points. For them, we will propose 2 mobile units. In these equipped vehicles, teams of 3 or 4 volunteers plus one staff member will travel around the city through each night, and distribute sheet and warm cover to all in need. Dr Amod Kumar and others have found that the best alternative is bubble plastic sheets, both for base and cover. These are very warm because they keep out the damp and cold, and are cheap and light. It is especially valuable as homeless people can carry these around easily during the daytime. The mobile units will also provide basic first aid if so required and also carry out rescue operations which includes taking the needy to hospitals and homeless shelters as the situation demands.
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Saturday, November 26, 2011
Aman Saathi-A volunteer programme of Aman Biradari and Centre for Equity Studies
Delhi Winter Campaign For the Homeless
- Aman Homeless Winter Support Centres:
Monday, August 8, 2011
Lakeside School Visits Dil Se
As background, I was traveling with a group of other American high school students and had been staying in a small village in the Himalayan foothills with a host family. We were nearing the end of our journey in India and were missing our cozy village life, and the sense of community that that life offered us.
One of the most wonderful things about our short visit to the home was that for a few hours we were able to recapture that community and sense of cooperation that was omnipresent in village life. I was stuck by the fact that Dil Se has been able to recapture what is great about the Indian village community while adapting to the demands and opportunities that are available in a big city.
After my group and I arrived and we were nearly attacked by all of the girls who were so excited to see and meet us, we met with many of the people responsible for creating such a haven in the middle of the city. While the unflaggingly friendly girls brought around drinks, we learned more about why Dil Se is such an important and impressive organization I was especially amazed by the amount of passion that all of the Dil Se worker's clearly display for the service they are able to provide to these lively children.
We spent the rest of our regrettably short visit telling the girls about our trip in India, answering questions about the US, teaching them how to make friendship bracelets, sharing American and Indian songs, and getting caught up inadvertently in a massive hair braiding project where the girls took it upon themselves to fix the hair of each of the girl members of our group. When I left the home later that night, my hair neatly braided, I felt a deep sense of gratitude; for the adults who have the passion to create and sustain such a challenging operation, but moreover for the girls who are courageous enough to overcome the odds of poverty and who have the strength to retain their lively spirits and to share themselves with my group.
Monday, July 25, 2011
The rainbows of Khushi :)
I started going to Khushi in late June 2011; i was supposed to be teaching the girls there a little bit of computers. I can say for sure now that im the one who has learnt much more, from them. And they didn’t have to teach me a single thing.
Initially, we had the rush of the summer vacation homework, so i couldn’t really start the computer classes – instead i got a first-hand experience of how tough the homework is for some of the elder students. Writing page loads about medieval forts (about which there’s maybe one paragraph in the textbook), places of heritage they HAD to visit, random freedom fighters – all that any other kid would copy off the internet. That’s unfair, but that’s that.
Reshma and Yasmin, 'posing' for me :P
The elder girls that i interacted with are very responsible and hardworking and at the same time very concerned about the younger ones. So after we finished as much as we could, they had a trip to Kashmir which they were mighty excited about.
Initially, my ‘students’ (although i loved being a bhaiyya to them) were pretty much hooked to Paint, but weren’t we too, at their age? Only after the first few days, after they had the assurance that every class they attended would not be their last, were they ready to move on to newer things like MS Word. But many of them are pretty fast at grasping new things, and in a few days I was having trouble keeping them engaged as many of them had got a hold over most of the things I had told them, and were getting bored.
I learnt a lot outside the classroom as well, where i got to spend time with the non-classroom girls also, as punishment (from their side; i enjoyed this the most!) for them not being allowed to learn computers. I’ll list a few incidents which shook me, and made me realise how much lesser i actually understood the girls than i thought i did, and how much each girl was different from another.
Once, i was reading out a few stories to the little ones, when 2 girls came running into the room. One of them tripped over a bag and toppled it,
Imrana , Mohini and Mehrun :)
spilling the lentils which were in it (supplies probably). Then after a little scolding (not by me; the news spread like, well, news, and reached mummy promptly) we got on to picking the fallen seeds. I was helping them, when a girl, all of maybe 7 i think, came to me and said “Hum kar lenge bhaiya, aap mat karo. Aap bade ghar ke ho na” (“We will do it bhaiyya, you need not help us; you’re from a good family”).
Another time i was chatting in a room when 2 girls came to all of us, little photos of flowers in their hands asking everyone which one they liked more. The girls i was speaking to chose their photo of liking and i did likewise. As soon as the 2 girls had left, one of the ones remaining remarked “Kya bhaiyya, uss ladki ka dil dukha diya. Bol nahi sakte the ki dono ache lage aapko?” (“Couldn’t you have told them you liked both; now see what you’ve done – you upset one of them”) and i, without a single word to utter as a reply, was made to realise what an imbecile i had been.
They say the sweetest and most poignant things in such simple words, that i usually don’t have fitting words to even continue the conversation, but they’re quick to judge my silence – they usually change the topic themselves.
I got a few cards as farewell gifts. In addition to the customary ‘Roses are red, sky is balu, oh my dear bhaiyya, i miss you’, in one of them i read this line – ‘ I like you because you like us’ – which i think can be extended to most of our relationships also.
I’d got a short haircut for the summer, so there were a lot of ‘takle bhaiyya’ (bald bhaiyya) jokes. Although i used to find it endearing, on one of my last day, one girl casually said,
Saroj has her fun while Reshma (not in pic)
tries to remove the lice she saw in my head,
it's a really painful procedure :)
“Bhaiyya aapko bahut bura lagta hoga na jab hum aapko takla-takla bolte hein…aapke chehre se dikhta hai” (“You must be feeling very hurt when we call you names…i can see it in your expression.”)
The view from the outside maybe wrongly construed, of a place where little girls reside, with all the basic necessities with the able guidance of a dedicated team of staff and volunteers. All first timers will be overwhelmed by the ecstatic response they get. Only if you ‘stand and stare’ for a while do you begin to realise how complex the world of each girl can get – how each girl is temperamentally different (which is often shaped by their environment at home both now and before), how dynamic the relationships between the girls, and between the girls and the staff are, how her feelings towards home and school can subtly change – and you would find yourself in a pretty challenging environment.
Discipline issues always exist and the staff (consisting of 4 house mothers ably supported by the coordinator, health worker and other support staff) does a wonderful job of handling them both sternly as well as sensitively. One mention of mummy and all the chaos preceding it stops instantly.
All things said, the girls are much more mature than most of us (certainly including me) were at that age, owing to their exposure, and perhaps even as mature as a few of us are now. And they give you so much importance in their lives so soon, and so much more love than what we give to most of the people we know (we would think a hundred times before telling someone that we love them, and they showered love throughout their cards!) as we are socially trained to be that way perhaps. My day used to be lit up when i went and met the girls, irrespective of how it had transpired till then; people at home had never seen me smile so consistently, when i returned. It’s certainly a thing to learn from them; how cheerful they make each day of theirs, and how by just being themselves, they manage to make people around them happier too.
Asmina helps me tally the students' marks!