Giving Children a Chance - Part 3
PRAVIN
Pravin is
the oldest of them all. He is in his early twenties and has spent nearly five
years at this centre. He is now a peer counsellor. (Peer counsellors are reformed
drug users who counsel those in rehab about their own bleak personal experiences
and their path to recovery.)
Pravin used
to smoke smack and one day ran away from his home in Delhi’s Karol Bagh where
his family runs a petty garment-making business. The centre pays him Rs 5,000 a
month to counsel the boys.
Asked
whether he would like to go back to join his family trade, he says he will
someday, but even after being five years off drugs he confesses that he feels
too weak right now and isn’t sure that he won’t suffer a relapse.
VIKAS
This 10-year-old lives in the Nepali Camp in
Delhi’s Vasant Vihar and has studied till the sixth standard. One day at school
he got into a fight with a student and was expelled.
When he
was nine, Vikas started smoking biris
and cigarettes and soon also got hooked to ganja and inhalants. He says it was
all “dekha dekhi” (watching his
friends do it he too decided to start).
His
mother and sister then took him to the CWC in Lajpat Nagar, which sent him to this
centre. Vikas, who says he wants to resume his studies, has a sound relationship
with his parents.
DINESH SINGH
Dinesh Singh, a 15-year-old from Chhattisgarh, says he abused alcohol,
smoked ganja, drank country liquor and chewed tobacco for three years. His
father works for the metro rail as a labourer, and is currently posted at a
site in Lucknow. Dinesh has a step father. His mother married thrice. She would
constantly mistreat him, and he got no support from his father either. The man
is a smack addict.
Dinesh
washed utensils at roadside eateries in Lucknow. Of the 3,000 rupees he earned
in a month, his father took away 2,000 even though his monthly salary is Rs
15,000. The boy mostly spent the night in a small dhaba to escape the regular
beatings that, he says, also caused his younger sister’s death.
It was
following his sister’s death that Dinesh decided to run away. In Delhi, where
he slept on railway platforms and outside a gurudwara, he was spotted in
Samaypur Badli by the staff of an NGO.
“In Delhi
I didn’t try to find work,” he says. “Instead I committed petty thefts in
trains to buy food to pay for my fix.”
Then one
day as he was looking for vulnerable passengers he was approached by this child
helpline group. “They were very nice to me,” says Dinesh. “The man asked for my
personal details and whether I took drugs. After I told him of my different
addictions he took me to the Child Welfare Committee and later brought me to
SPYM.
Dinesh says he is very attached to his maternal
grandfather who lives in Chhattisgarh and gets a monthly pension of Rs 15,000.
“After I am released I want to go to him. I’ll never go back to my father,” he
says.
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