ZZZZZZZZZ Wake up to Project Why

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The beggars and hawkers rest in the evening sun,
Their jobs done for the day,
The flyover and traffic lights their domain,
The stopped cars and rickshaws the target,
As they tap on the window,
Mournful expression, the honed and practice sad eyes,
Occasionally a baby in arms,
Always the same call and action,
Fingers shovelling to the mouth,
Khaana, khanna, khaana,
Eat, eat ,eat.
Some are genuine, some are controlled by crime gangs,
Most a have protected pitch,
Which means they have to pay someone,
Most are persistent and good humoured,
When I travelled to and from Project Why,
We would stop at the same junction morning and evening,
I would play cat and mouse with three young beggars,
I would try to photograph them,
They were very adept at dodging the camera,
The  unspoken understanding and smile told,
You give us nothing we give back nothing,
It was a game, they recognised the rickshaw,
Rarely bothered us,
When I was leaving to return to England,
I bought them Indian sweets call Gulab Jamun,
My favourite very sweet and sticky,
I ran through the mad Delhi traffic to reach them in the middle,
They were perched on a little concrete island inches from cars and buses,
I held out the box of sweets, no camera in hand,
The three youngsters looked puzzled,
Didn’t understand why this white Britisher,
Who never gave them money,
Was approaching them to give,
Rather than them putting on their sad show to beg,
Nonetheless they took the sweets ans scattered into the traffic,
I never saw them again.
These are the children Project Why exists for,
A reason it started, a differently-abled beggar,
Being taken advantage of and a physically abused,
He was taken under the wing of Project Why,
Given dignity and a reason to be happy.

This month of April, I have been taking part in The A to Z Challenge,
Every day except Sundays, writing a blog going through,
All the letters of the alphabet,
I chose to write each day about my time in India,
With a wonderful charity called Project Why,
They give education, welfare and work skills to children and women,
From the slums of south Delhi.
They all do an amazing job.
They have so much love, give so much love, receive so much love.
But love is not enough in these modern times,
They need regular donators.
To carry on their brilliant work.


Y oh Y oh Y *** Project Why that is Y

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New Delhi 200

I still can’t get my head round this,
Preeti, a victim of early childhood Polio,
Her legs useless but she never accepted help,
My didi, sister, friend I hope,
Sent away to the village by her family,
Hidden away, banished,
To a life of servitude probably,
Seems an in-law didn’t like her,
So much promise, so much pride,
A generous, quick witted human.
I want to find the village and see if she wants to come back,
Maybe somewhere along the line it might be possible.
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This is where she lived, behind these huts,
Her family shack just one small room,
A pallet for a bed,
She brought such dignity to Project Why,
She brought such smiles to me, to other teachers,
Smiles to the other children of class,
Smiles to volunteers she met.
That is what Project Why allowed her to do,
Unhindered she gave.
This is what Project Why can do,
Bring smiles.
A beaming volunteer in the crèche,
Everyone who came into the crèche left with a smile.

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Enrico, a teenage German, found he had a gift,
A gift for entertaining,
He didn’t hold back, Project Why gave him a smile,
He gave back a lot more.
Project Why touches all,
Leaves everyone, students, teachers,
With smiles.

Wet Through at Project Why.


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When the rains break, they break with gusto,
Long awaited monsoon floods everything in Delhi,
Every street it seems becomes a lake,
The little shacks in the slums become islands,
Islands in a sea of mud and you don’t want to know,
When the drains and gullies overflow.
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No matter how much rain everyone seems to enjoy it,
Not least the kids of Project Why,
They quite happily walk home from school,
Taking advantage of the cooling rain,
Young kids play out in it, laughing and squealing,
The wetter the better.
Not all good news though,
A badly thought out,
Misplaced hole in the road to lay cables,
An ancient tree, it’s roots cut thoughtlessly,
The lovely Sikh taxi drivers who are friends of Project Why,
Sat right next to the tree awaiting the next fare,
Craaaaack, smaaaash.
Lucky they were sat on chairs in the shade not in the car.
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Unseen, Underclass, Underprivileged, Overlooked not at Project Why.


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“Where are these slums you talk of?”  I was asked,
By a privileged lady when we were driving to her work place,
To set up a motorbike mechanic workshop for youngsters,
“All around you…look there..and there…and there!”
Her face went blank “I didn’t know, I thought…”
She trailed off.
She just hadn’t seen all those people living by the streets in Delhi,
The unseen, the overlooked, every day for a year she passed them,
Never saw them, poverty blindness,
She was not special, thousands do the same.
Drive on by, walk on by.

Project Why doesn’t walk on by,
The overlooked are a potential,
Have potential,
Given potential,
That is why, Project Why.


The Trust of Project Why

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To give Project its full and official name,
Named after the father of the founder,
In her parents honour.

In Project Why people trust the charity,
Trust in and trust of,
Volunteers trust they will be fine and looked after,
They are by the charity, by the teachers and by the children,

Parents trust their little ones to the Project Why creche,
Their older ones to the classes,
The mothers to the work skills classes.

Donors trust Project Why to use the money wisely,
It is, for every penny given goes directly to the schools,
The admins, managers, trustees take not one cent,
They give their time and effort for free,
Because they can.

This is why, Project Why.