Mukesh can walk and you can sleep

Hey Guys! Conculding the thread. Mukesh is doing well and he can walk now. I met him last evening and he is all excited to join DPS, his school after one year.
Thanks VS, Preeti, Nikhil, Saraswati and Rajesh Patil.... you all should have a good sleep today. Seprately :-)

This is for Mukesh

About Mukesh: 9 yrs, Male

Education: Studied till 3rd grade, left studies since last 9 months

Picture: He is ashamed of his being and has refused  for his picture

My relationship with him: Human

                                                                                                                                            

Guys! You all are my friends and am sharing this with you in good faith. No mercy!

Mukesh is my domestic maid Sunita`s son, who lives nearby and had met with a brutal accident ten months ago. He was badly injured when he met with an accident as a pillion rider on a bike. It was Diwali, and the entire family was waiting for his return with candles. Mukesh being youngest in the family was always leveraged to join late. This time he was too late...as his left leg was crushed and sliced in two.

Mukesh is a bright guy, who is immobilized today, can’t go to school and for play...the poor family has done enough and more sacrifices to get him medical aid...undergoing major debts Sunita`s family (members-5)now lives in a katcha home in a dairy in a vasant kunj chawl. The eldest son- Rajesh, a scholar in DPS Vasant Kunj delivers newspapers to 100 homes and cleans 5 vehicles every day before going to school so as to earn additional money. Sunita today serves 18 hours as a domestic help and her husband is 24/7 guard in DPS Vasant Kunj. Their daughter stays at home to take care of Mukesh. The family normally meets together over dinner around 9pm for half-an-hour and gets busy in earning again.

Mukesh has undergone three surgeries, but his leg remained unrepaired. The tyranny of the medical system while Sunita`s husband has a medical insurance thrashes them every day, but never helps them reach first in the queue.They now are going back to their village Jabalpur for the surgery.

The family is lately counseled to fix a sterile-implant in Mukesh`s leg, the expense is too huge for the family.

My friends, if you could come forward with some monetary help by 15 April please let me know... I have to raise about a lakh for this family.

The family may not be able to return your money, but will always thank you for your contribution.

My number: 9811898075/8826417555

Your Prito wants to help them.....Lets help.

 

#Win your Dignity #DIY

Well Do It Yourself is too a common phrase used for different meaning, but I brought this phrase close to my heart after I had been into my first roadrage..

My first road rage: Friday, January 18, 2013, 1900 hrs, Vasant Kunj
With:  A girl! 26 yr, living in Vasant Kunj
What happened:
In middle of cacophony  of traffic around 7pm at night, I was happily going back to home to catch up with my son, my biggest delight in a day after a separation of 12 hours, my reunion with my son is as two rabbits meet, we hop and dance. For those who have sat with me in my car, they know the decibels they have to consume with Punjabi music... so even that was regular that evening. What was also regular was that I was chatting with a friend who loves been pampered and I love pampering him... but  I was checking my screen only i could see a  long snarl.
I will Disappear...
This was probably my last chat message to my friend, when a saw a middle finger in the air from a car`s window... took me no time find that its for me... all possible way a young girl driving an old  model corolla could sway her middle finger...All I was thinking was appearance of this car... coz on my right was a gentleman in a Honda City and a dilapidated bus on my left. I ignored her...and then she started the rage... she scraped my car twice and didn`t let me go... stopped my way in all possible ways... we both were on a speed of 60...all possible dirty maneuvering so that I could  not be ahead her made me come close to centimeter distance  with that black honda city... I apologised to the man by nodding my head...and he could understand what`s going on.

I was angry and furious as I didn`t know what wrong with that girl...I managed to parallel my car to hers` and rolled down my window... she did aswell and puke out all possible abusive words she knew...for a minute she didn`t stop...but i stopped and was shunned with the most abusive word a girl can stand #Slut. I was nervous, I was frozen after chasing her, a stream of tear and anguish is what I could only sense.

I wanted to talk to her
She flew away, but I stalled and was quite...all I did was noted her number before she flew away.I pinged my friend who I was chatting with about this...but he showed indifference which further blew my lids off...  and I persisted that I wanted to talk to her.

Curbing Audacity
I will not get into details as to how I managed to reach to her... you know we #delhites are quite networked and doesn`t need the six degree connect. So I used one of my network to reach to her and met her mother and her dad, who is an ex-army professional.
Call it my audacity but I wanted to talk to that girl to know what outraged her so much that she got into in a road rage. Why couldn`t she not take the second choice? 

DIY 
Her parents were apologetic and regretful, they were scared if I will get deeper in this and will ask for car damages....But my intentions were different, that 26 yr girl is showing symptoms of her own damage and damaging the society at large with this behaviour. So hence... people DIY, believe in talking...

How Many Mouths Will I shut
My humble friend asked me "how many mouths will I shut" and answer is All. One`s dignity is in own hand... had I slept that night with the echo of word "Slut", I would have bruised my soul.