Skip to main content

Share A Drop - Of Love And Life




A class room space is all I need
One hearty meal is all you feed

Hungry tummy & hungry mind

Share a drop of love, be kind

Food with love, I ask not much

Milestone to reach inch by inch

For a life, I want to learn

Morsel of food I yearn......




India has reached Mars. No doubt. But perhaps one peek from Mars and what is seen is the poor hungry children often deprived of food, school, proper sanitation/toilets. They are the future of India, that is the youth, the children and we know the ground reality. At the ground level, the children constituting 35% of population, yet their various issues are yet to be acknowledged at giant scale so as to take that leap in solving the crisis. It could be sanitary issues, illiteracy and importantly undernourishment. According to UNICEF one third of world's malnourished children hail in India.  While, India has 440 million children, home to largest number of children in the world. 

In our India, we are very busy celebrating a socially lesser relevant "Children's Day". It's tuned in synonymous to a ritual now. The outcome of it is a zero in accomplishment with what the hungry child in India gets. A meaningless children's day, where in the most important issues of them hardly hit headlines. Some do not make to a weekly magazine too. What use is that special day where in a bunch of them hardly have food to eat or place to pee.

"When a poor hungry person dies, it is not fault of God. It is fault of you and I who did not give that person what he wanted" - Mother Teresa

We all have heard of mid-day meal schemes in schools. Akshaya Patra is one non profit organisation that has been working parallel with mid day meal schemes in schools. The main goal is to achieve a no school drop out due to hunger. Feed the stomach and then the minds is the mantra.

We have often heard of many stories of people needing helping hand to that road side paper seller or rag picker who earns his meal as well as little peek into books. But, how much does that help. A complete grooming called education can happen in a disciplined fashion in a school and in hand goes the requirement of a morsel of food. We might donate to orphanages, we might help that road side boy. But now, a novel idea is to blog a post. Every such post can feed one sponsored child though Akshaya Patra and BlogAdda. I too have indulged with doing my bit to the needy children in orphanages. Now I am going to #BlogToFeedAChild with  Akshaya Patra and BlogAdda.


Remember this:



In this era of technological advancement, the idea of channelizing the promotion of curbing the cause of class room hunger, via social media is worthy of taking an awe for. Now apart from social and  moral responsibility of helping and poor, we also take note of Bloggers Social Responsibility
A thank you note to BlogAdda for bringing up a worthy idea for a noble cause initiated by Akshaya Patra


We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give" - Winston Churchill
               

Comments

  1. Akshay Patra is a laudable endeavor Sushma. Kudos for your initiative to blog about it.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Interesting thing called blogger social responsibility that is initiated by blog adda :)

      Delete
  2. Appreciate your efforts.
    Very well expressed thoughts..

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Trying my best..if that helps a child really

      Delete
  3. Very well penned and addresses the core issues of hunger and poverty!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Converses With My Mirror

This post is on  Blog Adda for it's Spicy Saturday picks.
http://blog.blogadda.com/2017/04/29/best-blog-posts-from-the-indian-blog-world ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My tiny world of poetry is just a few words minced with my thoughts. 
We all must have talked to our selves, to the mirror, sharing the heap of thoughts that we stir in our minds. We must have taken that time to release the thoughts in front of the picture that formed when we faced the mirror. Apparently we realize the mirror is the path, from our eyes to our soul through the mind and the heart.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------




Fighting the battle of, I know you, or, hey do  I know you? eyes started at the mirror, and shut themselves slowly, in pain.
Fighting the battle of, am I you, or you resemble me? the mind  grappled, with a mountain of emotions, facing the mirror, in vain.
Fighting the battle of, you are pretty, or  is your mi…

1 2 3 Pico

Those coded cognitive toddler stories; Bubbly gestures; Lively imaginations: Their sparkling eyes, innocent charm; Inquisitive and persistent questionnaire - Children

We are all stories in the end. But those unending stories our children paint in their own words,  fill up the blanks of our life to be some of  the finest chapters. Isn't it?


It was last week, a cloudy evening 7pm. I walked in my backyard with my cranky little son, a toddler. And he had so much to express how the moon had finished dinner too early and slept off (hidden) inside the clouds. How it will pee and we all will get rains! I was astonished and added fuel to fire encouraging him to continue. He then told me the sun and the moon do fight a lot too to reach "his house"! Wildest imagination eh?
Some opportunities hit your door right on time. This time it was BlogAdda which introduced me to the complete activity set to foster creativity in such kids. The "Magical Space Adventure" special pack for …

Death Of A Sexist

Has any of you with sons there, walked into baby stores and picked toys bright pink and purple? How about pink and purple clothing? No? Well, wait till you want to prove the paradigm wrong. I have been doing so. Few years ago, I used to buy gorgeous Barbie and thousands of her accessories for my little girl! Also bought Barbie her boy friend, castles and what not! I thoroughly enjoyed watching my girl spend hours dressing and undressing Barbie and cooking plastic meals for a party. Now, imagine my son doing the same!
Wondering he will soon come back to his senses. He must only be doing his job. Pile up toy cars and trucks, fire few bullets from his toy gun and box me right and left. Well, that's what he is expected to do, right?  

Now, If i called it sexism, would you agree with me or not?

On other hand, in our self absorbed sane society we have gender specific roles. Woman has to cook whatsoever happens, and the man is the head of the family. We are assigned rules by our normal soci…