It’s not fair

I am appalled. When your own do not look out for you, what can you expect of outsiders.

The Trust has five out of the seven children studying in Army Public School, Dagshai. Each of these kids were admitted after passing the entrance exam at school. Without asking, we were offered a concessional fee keeping in mind the circumstances these kids came from. Things were looking up and after only a few years in a good school, the lives of these children has changed. I am confident that they will go on to make something substantial of their future.

But situations have changed. The school has withdrawn the concession and asked us to dole out an exorbitant amount as school fees. If we fail to raise this amount in less than a month, huge penalties shall be levied. It is almost impossible with our current meagre corpus to pay as much and while we battle with authorities, we are trying our levelest best to ride over the crisis. Its very disheartening, because this is an Army institution. Atleast here, expectations of compassion from your own fraternity are not unfounded. Their fathers served this very institution and upheld its honour and safety of this large nation. Today, when they are no more, when welfare measures and support should be most forthcoming, everyone has turned a blind eye.

It angers me more because a few months ago I was in Ladakh and I witnessed the much spoken about ‘ OP Sadbhavana’. Under this, the Army provides facilities such as free medical camps and materials including swanky 29inch flatron TV sets, Dish antennas, TFT screen computers, radio sets, cricket sets, solar lights to villagers affected by the Kargil war. So much so, that every village just submits a list of items they require and expect every demand to be met. On ground, this initiative is a cause of severe frustration and disgruntlement amongst the soldiers and officers, who believe that most of what is supplied is hoarded away. And the men, living in those harsh conditions do not even have a decent shelter to cover their heads and a broken radio is provided for entertainment. Living n harsh conditions, no one is looking out for their welfare. But if this is what we give to the living, serving men then what hope can we hope for those who are dead. Does no one care. It surely seems that way. Is a school under the Army not responsible, accountable fror providing education at affordable costs, especially for families such as these?

It is not fair. And I am broken with the injustice.

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About Namita

A melange of colors, just like the rainbow. Sometimes, as bright as the yellow sun, brimming with energy. Then driven by the passion of red to pursue my dreams. Calm like the clear blue skies and playful like streaks of violets. I am a collection of stories, each different and yet the same. I am simple in my complexities and something in my nothingness. For my bread and butter, I am a reflexologist – a profession which is more than just a job, it is my passion. When I am not busy in conversation with the feet, I potter around with my camera lens, indulge in good music and snuggle in with my books. And when my energies begin running low, nothing perks me more than traveling to unknown places, meeting all sorts of people and exchanging tall stories. I am a founding trustee of the Uday Public Charitable Trust that hopes to provide the gift of education to children of martyred soldiers and also other deserving children. It is a cause close to my heart. My gypsy heart cannot sit still and I must always move, explore…The mountains call out ever so often and I am off with my backpack. Trek, trek, trek…I want to push my limits always..rediscover my fears and move forward with my strengths. i love myself and my life, I must be god’s favorite child . With much to do and much to see, i am on the brink of another journey, always.
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