My First Experience of Teaching Unprivileged Kids

Contradicting the system of waking up late and relaxing, I woke up early on Sunday morning. Prepared my meal and was ready to be out of my house by 9 AM. The thought of travelling the distance of about 60 kilometers by a public transport did haunt me. But my inner will was so strong that it could not deviate me from my motive.
I took a Metro and then a bus and reached the venue after a journey of 3 hours. You would be wondering as to where was I going and for what?
Revealing the mystery, I was going to the resettlement colony in Bawana, a project site of Navjyoti (an NGO working for the unprivileged). And my purpose was teaching English to kids of 10th standard.
It was my first experience of its kind. I had given lectures and presentations in my college but teaching a bunch of school kids that too from the deprived section was a challenging experience. I was informed by the Navjyoti program officer that the kids were naughty and they knew very less about the subject. This caution created apprehension in my mind and, on my way to Bawana, I was planning what to teach.
But my first interaction with the kids broke all misconceptions. They were not so ill mannered, neither were they naughty. Like a convent school kid, they were listening to whatever I was expressing. But the only difference was that they were deprived of the guidance and facilities that kids of convent schools get.
Their grammar norms were better than mine. At many points, while telling them about the conversion of sentences from direct to indirect speech, they pointed out my grammatical errors. I enjoyed the way they interrupted me whenever they had an iota of doubt.
The only point where they remained dumbstruck was when I started conversing in fluent English. But during an exercise, when I called a few of them and tried to interact in English, they were happy doing it as they succeeded in accomplishing one of their aspirations.
I spent around 3 hours with them and desired for more, but the clock had struck 4 and it was time for other classes.
In the last section of my session, the kids were asked to give feedback. Since, they were fluent in Hindi, they desired to script in the same. But I enforced them to write in English. My purpose was solved, as I was happy to receive 50 letters in English narrating how they enjoyed my class and expected me to see them again. I could not promise when will I return.
But at the end of the day, I was contented that I had invested a few hours of my life in doing something worthwhile not just for myself but also for others.

Thank You God for all the strength you have given me.