From the verandah where we were sitting I could see him sitting on his haunches under a tree across the dusty road and squint to keep out the sun. He had been sitting there in the hot sun for more than two hours and I thought he was waiting to escort his child back from school.
We had barely finished talking to other students, but perhaps our movement of picking up our files gave him the cue -– for in a jiffy he was standing on the edge of the verandah with his palms pressed together in a namaste.
The moment he caught my eye, he walked towards us with his hands still folded. He looked tired and a little dehydrated and before we could ask him anything he said: “My name is Nagaraj, K Nagaraj,” emphasizing the ‘K’ as if is his whole identity hinged on that one letter.
He sat on the periphery of the grass mat and looked at the floor as he spoke. “I know you are busy but I will take just two minutes,” he said before continuing, “When I learned that you were coming to this village, I asked your Room to Read staff to help me get an appointment so that I could personally thank you all for all that you have done for my child. I don’t know how or why you chose to help our village, but I am sure my daughter has done some good karma to be blessed with this opportunity. If Room to Read had not helped my child, today she would be sitting at home and I would have been cursing my fate. Please convey my family’s gratitude to all your staff for doing this good deed.”
When he looked up his eyes were wet but he was not finished.
“I have three children and I could only afford to educate two. Since the older two were already in school when Kripa, my youngest, was born, they continued with their schooling. When Kripa was five, I found it difficult to tell her why she should not go to school. What made it even more difficult was her enthusiasm for school. She would get up early and even before her mother could cook breakfast she was ready with her school bag!”
Nagaraj is a farmer and has a small piece of land on the outskirts of the city. It is not a very fertile patch but he manages to coax a groundnut harvest each year from that. The little earnings from that is all that the family has for a livelihood.
“This land is all I have and if I sell it or pawn it, my family will starve. I was in a dilemma because from my own experience, I knew too well that education is the best gift we can give our children. I was helpless.
“It was then that Room to Read came to my rescue. Since my daughter was a good student, she was selected as part of the Girls’ Education program and Room to Read helped to find her a school with a boarding facility so that she does not have to travel long distances.”
Nagaraj’s voice breaks but his broad smile conveys his happiness. Currently, all three of his children are in school and he is a proud father. Kripa is a brilliant student and is now in 8th grade. Her elder brother is about to graduate grade twelve and her older sister is in grade ten.
“We get to see Kripa two or three times each term. Her mother misses her especially when there is a festival or family gathering. Sometimes I catch her crying softly at night and I know she is missing Kripa. But, I chide her and remind her that we are lucky that our child has this opportunity and we should encourage her to do well instead of making it difficult for her.
“For me it is important that my children study because when I was growing up, my parents did not realize this. My father thought it was more important that I tended to the cattle. As a result, I only studied through 5th grade. When I see my old classmates now, I cringe with shame but because of my children, I don’t have to cringe any longer.”
-- Reena Luke
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Thank you for the story. I am deeply moved.
Posted by: Su | Feb 12, 2010 at 11:36 AM
That's so true: education is the best gift we can give our children. I'm very thanksful to my parents for that and I'm glad there are people out there who care about others.
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These issues need achieve greater exposure.
Posted by: Non Resident Indian | Jul 24, 2010 at 04:19 AM
God Bless...what a sweet story.
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Posted by: Jane, Computer Backpack Nut | Jul 26, 2010 at 06:46 PM
What a great story. Just think of all the kids who throw it away by not going to school. Don't waste the greatest gift of all ....EDUCATION. Brandy @ www.ElmsGiftsWholesale.com
Posted by: Home Decor by Brandy | Jul 28, 2010 at 07:15 AM
What a great story. It is true that education is a precious gift. Tending the cattle and taking care of the land are noble as well. Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: theYakRanch | Jul 30, 2010 at 03:20 PM