This could have been anyone's
story, a kid who lost his parents and found a new life, pun intended, a
teenager who does not know what is eating him inside-out, the young ones who have no idea
how heart breaking life can be, the one in their twenties struggling poverty,
hunger, livelihood and drugs and the elderly with the cold eyes staring at the
dead end, not even knowing if they missed in their pursuit to live.
A few of them made a difference,
around an year ago a rather small group passing by the over-bridge at ghansoli, was touched with the fight these people were putting against every believe of civil society and in favor of the Darwin's biological ones, writing, "This survival of the fittest, which I have here sought to express in real social senses and the place is now, known for the school named Pehchaan.
At pehchan they are trying to cure it at the seedling, at the stem and at the leaves, all together making a non ruptured or ready to collapse, neighborhood, under the bridge.
Students ranging the age of 2 to 25 trying to read, write, do everyday mathematics, the home makers of the under bridge trying to make it over the bridge, and hey.....
they do even have a computer now !!
Teachers at Pehchan are the strong contributing hands of a few home makers, engineers, doctors, media persons, students and many more from all sectors of the same civic society.
Pehchaan tries to impart knowledge and behavior, a respect towards unity and elders.
You just need to experience the voice texture and the full throttle smiles of those kids singing the national anthem, chanting A for Apple and B for Ball..
ladies amassed to watch Saba stitch a button on a shirt, the cartoons talking in the Friday video class.
or the fumes of special day treats and the melody of
"If you are Happy and you know it.... ".
the evenings don't go as happy as those lines everyday, teachers caught up in their own lives, usually decreases the moral of the school.
"Some days the light, others the rain
some days the drain inside-out,
other the prolific left alone pain.."
Pehchan on the shoulders of few who never leave it alone is still fighting a new battle every day.
Come be a part of the war.
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soon ill be up with all my experiances at pehchan in the form of a book called Overbridged.
stay tuned
jay.