I first get to know about Operation Shanti during my first trip to Mysore, India in 2009. As their top priority was to keep the privacy of the little children- they are pretty strict with outside visitors. Very fortunately, we got to spend some days towards the end of our stay with the kids. We got to do wall painting together--- and couple of really talented kids helping out with the Kananda writing.
From the very first moment shared with the kids, till today, sometimes, they still do flashes across my mind before i goes to bed. When every time this happens, i wanted to see them again.
The second time visit to Mysore, India was pretty awesome. Together with Shirly & Joanne, we got to spend more time with the kids. I was very happy when they did recognized us, even after a year apart. The kids could not remember or pronounce my name, and they gave me a name call " ABC Madam" Every after morning yoga practices, besides the days of traveling, we got to see the kids. Tracy, the founder of the home, i really take my hat off her. Her energy of releasing care was almost bottomless.
In the evening, we would get follow the old uncle, the dog and a puppy to the school, picked the kids home from classes. They are very very adorable, with they tiny little body, dragging a big school bags, charging towards us. It was like a little competition among themselves, who ever gets to hold our hands and grab our attention wins. As soon as they naughty little boys started to hold by the corner of my blouse and grab my butt.
We sang & danced on our way back to home.
That was when i this little girl hastily walked towards me. She wanted to run but her hands was busy adjusting her school uniform, smiling at my shyly. i was wondering if she was uncomfortable, or maybe her uniform was torn. Later then i realized that her panties was so loose, gonna drop down if she did not hold it tight enough. For the whole day in school, that's how busy she was... holding up her undies.
My heart ached a little when i saw that. Pondering about that every now and then, these are basic things that most of us take it for granted. The kids values every little things that they have. I was amazed how they can make their own toys. One boy even made a " scooter" out of just three items--- a ruler, a string
& a stone. Proudly he scooted his creation around the field.
For the older boys, loved them much! Squeezing into the kitchen, on the floor, making chapatis, trying to communicate in English that made out full loads of jokes; the boys sharing their dreams and a little on their background while they were on the streets. The boys show casing their Takwando, and the girls performing singing & dances, and we... playing around with yoga stunts.
I would cry in front of my computer when i started to read the profile of each child. I couldn't come to sense the events they had been through, some were physically abused & some were abandoned in bus/ train station at very very young age.
Given a chance to really communicate with the kids, and getting involved in their daily activities, the teach me what's a Simple & Happy life. Honestly, i personally is very skeptical about NGOs, with so many NGOs fraud cases in Singapore & in India itself. I vouched for the humbly set up of Operation Shanti.
Do check out their sites,
For updates on the kids: http://operationshanti.blogspot.sg/
For donation contribution or sponsor a kid: http://www.operation-shanti.org/donate.html
Shanti, means peace in Sanskrit. Share a piece of yours with them.
From the very first moment shared with the kids, till today, sometimes, they still do flashes across my mind before i goes to bed. When every time this happens, i wanted to see them again.
In the evening, we would get follow the old uncle, the dog and a puppy to the school, picked the kids home from classes. They are very very adorable, with they tiny little body, dragging a big school bags, charging towards us. It was like a little competition among themselves, who ever gets to hold our hands and grab our attention wins. As soon as they naughty little boys started to hold by the corner of my blouse and grab my butt.
We sang & danced on our way back to home.
That was when i this little girl hastily walked towards me. She wanted to run but her hands was busy adjusting her school uniform, smiling at my shyly. i was wondering if she was uncomfortable, or maybe her uniform was torn. Later then i realized that her panties was so loose, gonna drop down if she did not hold it tight enough. For the whole day in school, that's how busy she was... holding up her undies.
My heart ached a little when i saw that. Pondering about that every now and then, these are basic things that most of us take it for granted. The kids values every little things that they have. I was amazed how they can make their own toys. One boy even made a " scooter" out of just three items--- a ruler, a string
& a stone. Proudly he scooted his creation around the field.
For the older boys, loved them much! Squeezing into the kitchen, on the floor, making chapatis, trying to communicate in English that made out full loads of jokes; the boys sharing their dreams and a little on their background while they were on the streets. The boys show casing their Takwando, and the girls performing singing & dances, and we... playing around with yoga stunts.
I would cry in front of my computer when i started to read the profile of each child. I couldn't come to sense the events they had been through, some were physically abused & some were abandoned in bus/ train station at very very young age.
Given a chance to really communicate with the kids, and getting involved in their daily activities, the teach me what's a Simple & Happy life. Honestly, i personally is very skeptical about NGOs, with so many NGOs fraud cases in Singapore & in India itself. I vouched for the humbly set up of Operation Shanti.
Do check out their sites,
For updates on the kids: http://operationshanti.blogspot.sg/
For donation contribution or sponsor a kid: http://www.operation-shanti.org/donate.html
Shanti, means peace in Sanskrit. Share a piece of yours with them.
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