NGO activity on 29th May, 2017

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NGO ACTIVITY on 29^th May, 2017

   

“Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.” – Winston Churchill

    On 29^th May your NGO was in Apollo Hospital, New Delhi yet again to meet some brave hearts. It is believed children have a more positive attitude when it comes to fighting life threatening diseases—‘Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference—Winston Churchill.’

    One cannot help but praise profusely these children and their parents for taking up this tough fight against cancer. This time we could not interact with the children as they were too young and in their mother’s lap. Perhaps, they didn’t even know what has struck them. We handed over our contribution to the parents of these children while wishing them the very best. We are more than sure soon they would be up and about.

    Let me briefly take you through these children:

1.     Master Hardik Dangi, age 2 years. He is the son of Mr Jagdish Singh Dangi, who is a fireman and hails from Dattiya in M.P. The child is suffering from ALL (Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia) which is a life threatening and has been in the hospital for the last 25 days and the treatment is likely to cost around ten lacs. (Patient details: In ICU, Uhid: APD1.0010736038, Patient IP No: DELIP 15809)

2.     Master Rudra Bansal, age 11 months. He is the son of Mr Sumit Kumar Bansal who is self employed and hails from Ghaziabad. The child is suffering from ALL (Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia) a life threatening aliment and has been in the hospital for over a month and the treatment is likely to cost around 8-10 lakhs. (Patient details 5^th floor T2 Ward, Uhid: APD1.0010733599, Patient IP No: DELIP 15716)

3.     Baby Dhaniya, age 10 months. She is the daughter of Mr Saurabh Rajawat a primary teacher in a private school near Nagina Chowk, Dhampur. The child is suffering from Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia again a life threatening disease and has been in the hospital since three days and the treatment is going to cost around 7-8 lakhs. (Patient details 5^th floor T2 ward, Uhid no: APD1.0010728288, Patient IP No: DELIP 16023)

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    Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Read: Gloom behind the Smile and Refractions … from the Prism of God. Two, engrossing books on the journey of two young cancer patients.

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PHILOSOPHER AND THE MERCHANT’S DOG

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

     Once, a rich merchant was crossing a turbulent river in a boat, along with his dog.  With him were some other passengers, including a philosopher. The unruly dog of the merchant had never sailed earlier. Therefore, it was not feeling at home in the changing surroundings. And, so, it was trying to run helter-skelter by pushing the passengers. More, out, of strangeness. In the process it was not allowing anyone to even sit peacefully. So much so, even the oarsmen were feeling shaky about his misdemeanours. That had unsettled all the passengers, and where, everyone was somewhat panicky. The, boatman was now beginning to fear about the dog’s rowdy movement, that was swaying the boat excessively. Where, it could have just overturned. In the process, everyone could have drowned including the mischievous dog.

   But the dog was unfazed and remained in a state of caper and romp. The merchant therefore was indeed regretting having brought the dog with him and was in a state of helplessness. But, he was unable to tame it. In the meantime a passenger who happened to be a philosopher in the boat couldn’t resist.

    He walked up to the merchant and said—‘Sir, if you permit me. In a minute or so I could docile your dog. Upon, hearing this, the merchant was greatly relieved and he gave him the permission forthwith.

    The philosopher with the help of two daring passengers lifted the dog and threw him in the river. Scared, the dog started squealing on top of its voice and started swimming back, towards the boat. Soon it even started pawing the boat—as if fearing for life. The philosopher was watching the dog intently. After a little while he pulled him back to the boat. But the dog was now frightened. So he waddled to a corner of the boat and just sat down. The passengers and even the merchant were surprised at this benign behavior of the dog.

    Merchant asked the philosopher—‘my dog was earlier caper romping all over the boat. But now he stands tamed and is just sitting in one corner like a domesticated goat. How come?

     Philosopher said-

    ‘Sir, without experiencing pain, no one can imagine the agony of others. It was only when I threw him in the river. He could understand the might of the river, the utility of the boat and the struggle of the oarsmen.

     This story goes out to those ungrateful Indians. Who stay in India but keep abusing her. They too should be thrown to Pakistan. Only to realise the beauty of india.

Jaihind

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DO YOUR JOB WELL AND YOU WON'T FEEL HURT

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

    On his first day in office, as President, when Abraham Lincoln entered to give his inaugural address. One man stood up. He was a rich aristocrat. He said, “Mr. Lincoln, you should not forget that your father used to make shoes for my family.” And the whole Senate laughed. They thought they had made a fool of Lincoln.

    But certain people are made of a totally different mettle and Lincoln was one of them. He looked at the man directly in the eye and said, ‘Sir, I know that my father used to make shoes for your family, and there will be many others here, who too wear shoes made by him. Because, he made shoes, the way nobody else could, as he was a creator. His shoes were not just shoes. He poured his whole soul into them. I want to ask you, have you any complaint? Because, I know, how to make shoes myself. If you have any complaint I can make you another pair of shoes. But as far as I know, nobody has ever complained about my father’s shoes. He was a genius, a great creator and I am proud of my father”.

    The whole Senate was struck dumb. They could not understand what kind of man Abraham Lincoln was. He was proud because his father did his job so well that not even a single complaint had ever been heard.

    Remember: ‘No one can hurt you without your consent.’
‘It is not what happens to us that hurts us. It is our response that hurts us. Be excellent at your work no matter what work you do and happiness will always be yours.’

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POEM: THE VILLAIN OF MY LIFE

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

THE VILLAIN OF MY LIFE

For every triumph I praised myself,

For each success I hailed myself,

But for each failure,

I never nailed myself.

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Failures were hard to ingest,

And they were hard to digest,

And, therefore, for all my failures,

I created a villain in my life.

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Whom I blamed fair and square,

Whom I condemned in all my nightmares,

And cursed each time I was in despair,

For all the failures that I couldn’t repair,

 

And this became a habit of distress.

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Until one day,

In utter rage,

I killed that villain with my own umbrage,

Fearing I had created a Frankenstein,

That might return some day.

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For, I thought, forever, my failures are over,

And my debacles are forestalled,

So villain is no more required,

But success is still awaited,

Where my final victory is only round the corner.

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Happily I proceeded,

Despising the villain,

Amplifying myself,

But not juxtaposing with life.

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But as life would have it,

This time a calamity struck,

Wiping out all my successes,

And bringing about my doomsday.

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But this time I had no one to blame,

As the villain was dead,

Whom I had killed myself,

And that made me realize,

Do own up your success,

But don’t blame someone else for your mistakes.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

U & I

I was right and U were wrong,

And that brought about the storm,

Where U were the cacophony, but I was the song,

And my song alone,

Made our lives, float in the storm.

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  But what had floated and what had drowned,

No one had any count,

For it had only become a one way war of ego,

Where I had won,

But humble U had drowned.

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In the March-past of life,

I … was like fire and U … like water,

Where fire kept burning,

And water kept dousing.

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And in the meanderings of a long life,

I kept insinuating,

Where U kept giving,

Which, I kept loving.

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Until one day,

When I thought it had outflanked U,

And with that it had turned the tables,

And won the bastion,

But in all of this,

Fairness had drowned.

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I said, U gave on your own—the riches,

And I never asked for it,

Where U felt,

To save the embarrassment,

 I needn’t ask for it.

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U was hurt,

But I was rejoicing,

For I thought it had won,

When U had not even lost.

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And in the toppings of life,

U couldn’t learn,

What it had learnt,

At the decline of life.

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But now there wasn't any choice,

Thought U,

At the twilight of life,

As U walked away from I,

Into the setting sun,

Is when I rejoices to its wayward life.

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A FRIEND'S ADVISE

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

    Durga was a rich farmer, but a very lazy one. Who, neither looked after his fields; nor his granary. Nor did he ever bother to keep a regular count of his cattle. That apart, he did not even bother to look after his household belongings. Anything and everything, he just left it on his servants to accomplish. But his laziness soon led to mismanagement. When, the situation at home became adverse. Where, he started losing money, both in his farms and even in his dairy.

    One day, Harish, a friend of Durga, came visiting him. He noticed the situation in his house to be extremely deplorable. But knowing well, Durga won’t accede to his valuable sermons.  He decided to play a noble trick. To help him tide over the situation, he said—‘Friend! I’m disheartened to see you in such a deplorable condition. But I have a sure shot and an easy way to pull you out of your miseries.’

    Durga was now eager to know what his friend wanted to say. He politely requested—‘kindly tell me know what you have in mind. I’ll surely follow.’

    Harish said—‘my dear friend, before all the birds wake up in the morning. A white swan that lives Mansarovar lake comes to earth and returns by noon. One can’t exactly say when he comes. But it is generally believed. That anyone who is able to have his darshan is considered very lucky. For you’ll have no problems in life thereafter, and also, you’ll roll in riches.’

    Durga replied—‘Is it. Then, come what may, I’ll ensure I have his darshan.

    After the conversation, Harish left for his home. Next day, Durga got up early in the morning. He came out of his house, in pursuit of the white swan, and walked towards the granary. There he saw one person pilfering grain out of his heap. When, he saw Durga coming. He started apologising.

    From the granary Durga returned home. Then he went to his cow ranch. There he saw his milker, milking his cow. But to his surprise, he was only filling his wife’s pot with the milk. Durga scolded him. Thereafter, he had something to eat. And then he left his home again. In search of the white swan, when he went to his fields. There, he noticed, his labourers had not reached the fields. He patiently waited for them. When they finally arrived he reprimanded them for coming late. And in this manner, wherever he went, he curtailed his losses.

    Thereafter, in search of the white swan, Durga started getting up early in the morning every day, and started roaming around. With the change in his habit, his servants started working properly. All the pilferage stopped in his granary and even in his cow-ranch. Earlier, he used to be a sickly person, but now he had become healthy one because of his long walks. The fields from where he was getting poor yields had suddenly started giving high returns. And his cow-ranch too started giving milk aplenty. That gave him rich dividends.

          One day after a long time, Durga’s friend Harish came to his house again. When, Durga said—‘friend! I couldn’t find that white swan you spoke about last time; but in his pursuit I started making profits.’

    Harish started laughing, when he replied—‘friend! To toil relentlessly, is the white swan, I was talking about. The wings of labour are always white. People, who don’t work and leave everything to their servants, always suffer losses. But, people who toil themselves, and look after their servants, earn fortunes and respect.

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