Showing posts with label H. B. kapadia School. Show all posts
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Monday, 1 January 2018

Blessed to be nurturing such beautiful children…

Priti with Mittal Patel at the VSSM girls Hostel, Ahmedabad
“The Didis are complaining about you that Priti takes things from everyone’s bags and cupboards, is that true?”
She nodded in affirmation.
“What do you take?”
She chose to remain quiet.
“Money?” I asked.
“No.”
“Hairbands?
‘No.”
“Clothes?”
“No.”
“Notebooks?”
“No.”
“Pencil?”
“No.”
I continued asked about stuff that could be lifted and Priti continued to deny.
“So, can you tell me what do you lift?”
“Sharpener.”
“Oh ok, and?”
“Eraser.”
“Ah, is it.”
“Foot ruler.”
“What else?”
“That’s it!!”
“Why only this much?”
“That is because, I am fond of them!”
I was enjoying this conversation. It made me nostalgic, of times when Kiara was a junior KG student and came back with lots of such stuff in her pencil box. And she too would tell me the same thing.
“It is not appropriate to lift things without asking,” I told Priti.
She just refused without opening her mouth, “It is called robbery, a sin!”
“Oh, who told you that? And why did you do it even when you knew it is wrong?”
“Because I like them so much, Didi!”
It was hard not to fall for her innocence and humbleness.
“Next time you crave for sharpener, foot-rule and eraser come to me, I shall give them to you and promise me that you will never take anything without asking again.”
I stretched my hand towards Priti asking for her commitment.
“I will not take anything, I promise!” she voiced loudly and gave me a high-five.
“But what if you continue with your habit even after promising me not to!”
“Will accept whatever punishment God gives me,” she told me looking at the sky.
“God will put a big ball in your tummy, you won’t be unable to eat. So, think before you promise. Children like you are very dear to God so they aren’t punished. He forgives children but places a ball in their tummy.”
“I will never repeat this again!!”


I felt the need to share this experience with you all to give a glimpse of how children think and act and how we as adults misinterpret their behaviour. We are blessed to be taking care of such fantastic children. They never hesitate to confess their mistakes. They have learnt their lessons well at the hostel and chose to be righteous in their conduct. We are sure our training and guidance will help them become better humans and that is what we wish to achieve because, we need to think beyond the stereotypes.

Monday, 11 September 2017

Teachers' Day Celebration at Unnati Girls Hostel - Mittal Patel surrounded by the enthusiasm

Trust me, it is difficult to compete with them when it comes to dressing up. Try once, if you think otherwise!!
Mittal Patel with Nomad Girls celebrating Teacher's Day at Unnati Girls Hostel
Our sweet daughters, 76 of them stay together and we do not have a typical warden to take care. Gosh! I distinctly remember the first time they arrived here. So many disputes, anger, fights, swearing in abundance. The foul language they used, even I had never heard in my life… and they even taught me the meaning of each of the swear words they used!!
“Be good or I will appoint a saree clad warden!!” I would tell them.
‘Nooooo Didi, promise we will be good!!” they would refuse in chorus.
Those promises would last for some moments or couple of days.
Their first day at H. B. Kapadia school was also memorable. They saw the school bell and experienced the urge to ring it like a temple bell. And ring, they did!! The entire school was out. Helpless teachers had no choice but to ignore this act.

I remember the first time they went to school with their individual water bottles. The entire class turned into one wet mess. Each of them took numerous turns to the water cooler to fill the bottle and then to the washroom!! We were afraid the teachers would give-up on them one day. But, our salutations to the teachers who took care of our daughters. For us working for these girls is a choice we have made but the teachers had no compulsion and yet they have nurtured our daughters so well. Their learning has improved, they are doing good at school. They have turned mellow but still carry their inherent spark. On this Teacher’s Day, 20 of our daughters became teachers for a day and all these memories came rushing back as I saw them blooming into such confident young ladies.
They are headstrong but they are equally sweet and caring. And all our effort will blossom when they grow into fine humans!!

We will always remain grateful to all who have supported their 

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