It is perhaps in such charitableactivities that we begin to
ourselves, with all our failings andhang-ups. Those who we believewe are
, are in fact helpingus to open our eyes to our own
and to find our owndestiny….fulfil our
if youprefer, sometimes through thesufferings of others.But there are occasions where thisfinding of the
sadlymetamorphoses into thedevelopment of an over-inflated
where the former
servant of what is good
, instead becomes thepossessor,
the owner of the deed,
sothat it turns into a personal kingdom
where there isdanger of alienating those who weare there to succour.Such is the current challenge facingone renowned charitable endeavourin Kathmandu. We must alwaysremember that we are here in Nepalor wherever we choose to
even though we maythink our managerial skills aresuperior to others!! It is a humanfrailty that we must all, myself included, be wary of!
We know best! Or do we?
Since beginning to interact withsome of the Street Children of Kathmandu, both Lalit and I havelearnt that what we believe is in thebest interests of the children, doesnot necessarily equate with whatthey believe!! At the top of theirlist…
if they were to compileone
Freedom to interact with their streetbuddies; freedom to reject a warm,dry bed for a hard cold slab of concrete and a filthy blanket;freedom to play cards in a doorway;freedom to eat or not and the listgoes on. To live in a house wherethere are certain minimal basic rulesthat groups of people living togetherhave to conform to, is sometimes just too much for even streetchildren. Life in a home, no matterhow caring and lax, can neverthelessbe just too demanding and the
of the streets beacon oncemore. Life in a
is toopredictable…too boring even!!We
two of our residents
(Zeevan and Kancha)
this year dueto this phenomena … combinedwith the onset of warmer weatherand a greater influx of tourists fromwhom to beg for alms. But now themonsoon has started, we find thatthe boys are once again turning tocharitable organisations for help,Papa`s Home being one such NGO.