Showing posts from March, 2012

Life can be Changed

One of our children, Sanjay Udayan, wrote a beautiful story about a little boy named Shlok and how his life changes when he finds a home to call his own. Read on to find out more! Post your thoughts about Sanjay's story and encourage him to bolster his writing skills.
Twenty years ago in West Bengal, six friends were living together in a mud house on the street. They didn’t have a job. Rajeev and Rohan used to steal things from shops and Ravi and Hippo tom used to pick up the waste from the roads. Remaining two of them worked in a tea stall on a road. One day Shlok thought to study in a good school but he had no extra money for school fees. He thought to find a rich man who could give his school fees and stay with him like parents, so that no one can say that “he is an orphan”.At 7 pm, a man came to that tea stall and requested him to give a cup of tea but Shlok didn’t listen because he was trying to read a torn piece of a book. The man again requested to give him a cup of tea. The …

Testimonials of our Wonderful Interns

Read about our interns, Sowmya Sarathy and Chitra Surana's internship experience with Udayan Care! While Sowmya interned with our Big Friend Little Friend Programme, Chitra lent her skills to our Communications Department.
"I had a great experience working with Udayan Care. Out of the many things that I liked, there are two very striking features. The first is the level of professionalism exhibited by the employees of Udayan Care. I have been to many NGOs, but they are usually dainty places, with very little enthusiasm among staff. However, Udayan Care staff were motivated, energetic and highly professional (Like in a Corporate Company, only much kinder). The second thing that I loved about Udayan Care was the atmosphere it has created for the underprivileged children. Children here feel more confident, happier and at home compare to many other NGOs that I have visited. These are the striking features that I remember when I think about Udayan Care and the memory that I have h…