Story of the Month: Amrit

Today one of our boys is leaving for Goa, as he has been selected for the army, a job with some security. His name is Amrit. One of the older boys here in Kishor Nagar, he will be missed. Not only by the staff but also by the other boys as he was teaching Science and Hindi in class 4 and 5. 

Actually he told us that some of the questions asked in the final selection test were from the science course  he had been teaching. We asked him to write something, so what follows is his story in his own words:

“I was born in a simple house. Father used to earn money by taking people in a rickshaw. My father died due to rabies disease. In our family we are two brothers and three sisters. After my father died we faced many financial crisis regarding money, food etc.

But it was Jesus grace who had heard my prayer and I got my admission in Kishor Nagar to study. I still remember that day. It was Monday and I got admission at 12:35pm and I was admitted at class I. I was happy because I got the opportunity to study. Every year I was passing, got promotion to the next class and like this I went to High School. I never thought of doing any bad behaviour like drinking etc. because I was very tensed about my family circumstances and from the very beginning I thought that when I will grow big I will become something good.

Kishor Nagar is like heaven where we can become a good person. Here every kind of work is taught to us. Here along with our studies, we can lead to success in our life.
When I passed class X, that time, I wanted to become a Father but it was not God’s wish. Every time Father Victor Van Bortel used to say to me that after ten years I want to see you becoming something good in your life. Today Father is not with us but I still miss him and still remember what he used to say to me:  ‘Simple living, high thinking.’
After I passed 10+2 I got admission in Gossner College. There I got a friend but he died.  I took permission from Father Francken and I used to stay with my friend’s family in Aara Gate but I missed my Kishor Nagar. Then I felt very guilty that for such long years I lived in the hostel and now I came to my friend’s house. Then I went to the hostel and asked sorry to Father Francken. He forgave me and I can’t forget those moments.
Today whatever is I; it’s all because of Kishor Nagar. I can’t forget Kishor Nagar. Kishor Nagar fed me each and everything what I need.”