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Mid Day

The Times of India

Read the entire article here. (May 25th 2009, Page 4)

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It all began when, through the Teach India programme, some college students started interacting with children at Deena Seva Sangha, a government-aided school in Seshadripuram. Apart from teaching, they would play cricket and lagori with the children, and get them cakes and biscuits. The children looked forward to their visits.

Mid-day

Read the entire article here. (May 5th 2009, Page 24)

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I guess it would be obvious to state that teaching had been my passion ever since I was seven years old.
A few months ago, when I learnt there was a vacancy for a volunteer to help underprivileged children learn the basics of English Grammar at Deena Seva Sangha, a government-aided school at Sheshadripuram, I grabbed the opportunity with both hands.

Bangalore Mirror

Read the entire article here. (Go to April 19th 2009, Sunday Edition on page 12)

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“We were initially a small group of friends who were teaching on weekends in this school. After three months, the management gave us this idea of forming an NGO. We thought it was good since it would make us more accountable, and also give us a forum to work towards a common goal,” explains Priyanka S Kataria, a member, who is a student of BMS College of Engineering.

The Better India

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Going ahead, we were taken to the main hall that served as the dining and sleeping area for the 65 students who study and live here. Then we were shown the store room, where the food rations are kept. The school sends its students to the city market once a week to get vegetables, which are given free to them by some generous and charitable vendors.

Dhimant Parekh’s Blog.

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Moving on to the school building, which lay adjacent to this ‘hostel’, we were shown a pipe jutting out of the wall, gaping with its outlet wide open. In the past, the volunteers have put a tap on it to facilitate drinking of water, but every time they have done that, someone has stolen the tap overnight. A measly 10 rupees for us, but perhaps a meal for someone else. I then entered the building, which is two storeyed. Walking through the corridors, I see the empty classrooms with wooden benches strewn around. I reach the last classroom and look at the blackboard. Someone has scribbled the famous four letter ‘f’ word on the board, in cursive handwriting.