Some Hard Facts
40% of India's population is below the age of 18 years (at 400 million) and is the world's largest child population!


At 17 million, India is home to the world's largest population of child laborers (this is the official figure; activists claim the actual number is closer to four fold)!


Less than half of India's children between the age 6 and 14 go to school!


A little over one-third of all children who enroll in grade one reach grade eight!


100 million child laborers in India work in hazardous or exploitative conditions!


They work with explosives, metals and poisonous gases from the age of 3 - 4 years!


15 million of these children are bonded laborers!


There are 11 million homeless children, living on the streets!


One in every ten children is disabled in India!


Only 38% of India's children below the age of 2 years are immunized!


Almost one in every five children in India below the age of 14 suffers from diarrhea - an easily preventable disease!

WHO WE ARE

Prakash Deep is a non-governmental, non-profit, charitable trust set up with the objective of reaching out to children left on the streets to fend for themselves while their parents go out to work. It was established in May 2003 under the shade of a tree in a public park with seven students. Since then, it has touched the lives of hundreds of children who belong to the floating population of daily wage earners who keep moving from place to place in search of occupation. Many of the children belonging to economically backward classes have continued with us. Presently there are nearly 370 children getting free education, a mid-day meal and basic medical care. The school is still located in a public park where children sit in different groups based on their capabilities under different clusters of trees.

Prakash Deep Trust Team comprises of educationists, professionals drawn from the media, experts from the developmental projects, dedicated retired personnel from the forces, highly educated professionals from the fields of economics, technology, and the corporate world. They share the belief that these children have great potential and are a resource for the country which if left alone would turn into a liability. Extending timely help for sustenance and education is crucial not only for improving their future but also for severing the almost inextricable link between poverty and illiteracy.
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Where do these Children Belong?

Many of them live with their families who have moved to towns in search of work. They ultimately land in temporary shacks leaning on an existing wall. The covering is made of plastic sheets and all kinds of rags –bits and pieces of ply wood or wilting rusted tin sheets. This is what they know as their home and hearth! On some sad day life changes for them again when a bull dozer moves in to raze those temporary structures to the ground – leaving them with nowhere to go.

Many of them are run-aways from cruelty and domestic violence. So many of them end up on the roads; sleep under the flyovers or for that matter anywhere with a semblance of shelter or out in the open in the company of friends for security. The village, the open spaces, the fields are a thing of the past; they have left behind. They belong nowhere to no one

There are some whose families have over the years moved up the ladder-have found jobs in factories or workshops or have set up their own tea/paan shops. Some who work as watchmen in the big houses in posh colonies and have a regular source of income have large families to feed. Their children still remain out of school for want of means. Children are made to do odd jobs – fetch water from distant taps, collect wood and forage for left over food and collect plastic and garbage to sell.

Some are homeless and destitute - they are made to beg. Some work hard to earn whatever they can to supplement the family income. Where and who do they belong to?

Putul

Putul, a small built girl could not have been more than six years, came to the school one fine morning carrying a little baby of a few months precariously balanced on her waist. She had been brought from a village in Bihar where she lived with her grand parents. She must have felt lost in the urban surroundings of Faridabad and the filthy slum like village of Fatehpur where her parents lived in a small room with her other siblings. She was brought, I now presume, to take care of the new baby and takeover the other house-hold chores which included not only looking after the baby but also cooking cleaning, fetching water. A fair, good-looking child with an innocent smile she always came in an orange skirt and a faded top which kept sliding down her shoulder. She spoke a Bihari dialect which I could hardly understand. .....
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