After a lot of thought and prayer, I have decided to pen my life story which I trust will be a source of encouragement and blessing to all of you who may read it. I must let you know that some of the experiences that I went through as a child (both joyful and challenging) to date have all been God’s plan, purpose, and blessing in my life. I’ve seen His hand in multiple instances and continue to see His blessings flow abundantly in my life. Come join me as we relive together the life of a Karen lad. 

My name is Robert Khin and I’m currently the Principal of The Bethany High School, Bangalore. I’ve been blessed to serve a school in which I was one of the first students and now with the opportunity to lead it. I also belong to a community called the Karens originally hailing from the Land of Burma (Myanmar) and now living in Bangalore, India. My life journey has taught me many valuable lessons for which I will always remain humble and grateful. I also feel that there may be something that you could take away from the many experiences in my life. For this reason, I am officially launching my blog which will consist of various adventures in my personal life, my learnings in the education sector, learnings as a leader, and some motivational thoughts. 

You can expect to hear from me every week for some exciting content ahead. Please follow my blog and my social media accounts to always stay updated with my article releases. Your support will always be appreciated. 

Growing Up…..

My father Saw Aung Khin and my mother Naw Ayemajee were early settlers who had migrated from Burma (now Myanmar) to come and settle in the Andaman Islands, India in the year 1925 when the British had colonized these Islands at that time. 

I was born in the year 1953 at Webi village in the North of the Andaman Islands. My parents were very small time paddy cultivators and life was relatively hard for them living in such a remote location with not many basic amenities. But what we lacked in money and materials, we were provided for by nature. The Andaman Islands was very untouched and was teaming with wildlife and the best that nature had to offer. Greenfields, thick jungles, rugged terrain, beautiful rivers, and magnificent landscapes to name a few. Everything was provided to us by nature. A roof over our head and food on our table. However, don’t let the picturesque description paint the wrong picture, the Andaman Islands then was a land where few dared to go. It was a place infested with malaria and far away from a healthcare establishment of any sort. The Britishers even built a prison where criminals were sent and confined. The harsh living conditions and the rugged terrain made it next to impossible to escape. The vast ocean that lay beyond added to the dangers of a getaway. 

My family, however, was happy and satisfied with the little we had to make ends meet and keep the family going. Life was stressfree, we never worried where our next meal would come from. We were three brothers Humphrey, Mysinder, and myself along with two sisters Julee and Silverine, together, living with our parents and our Uncle and Aunty.

More on my life growing up in my next post . . . . .

God Planting Seeds….

Through a missionary Rev. George David who came to the Andamans, we got to go to a school (Mulla school which means hope) that he started in our village. Out of the many students in his school, Rev. David recognized the potential in me and brought me to study in Bangalore at the age of seven. This was a major turning point in my life. I started at the primary level (grade 3) as I was eight years old when I came to Bangalore in the year 1963.  My aim was to do medicine after my Pre University but since I did not get through my second language Hindi I could not apply to a medical college at that point in time.  While waiting to clear the Hindi supplementary exam, I joined Bethany Home school as a PE (Physical Education) and Music teacher to help out the school where I had studied. I enjoyed my work as a teacher and did my best in the areas of games, sports, and music. I also took up the initiative to organize and raise funds for major school functions. I joined Bethany school as a teacher in the year 1971 and worked till 1976.

Back in the Andamans

I went back to the Andamans in 1976 as Rev. George David requested me to help in the school that he was running mainly for the Karen children.  While teaching in this school, I also realized the need for me to be involved in social service for the community, especially for my Karen people in the Andamans. As not a lot of them had a formal education like I did, they depended on me to be the face of the community. I was trying to balance my time between the two as I felt that both needed a significant amount of my time, help, and support.

I got married in 1984 to a Karen, Naw Metay, and we were blessed with two boys – Noel and Darell.  On May 13, 1989, just before Darell was born we met with a very nasty road accident and it was only God’s hand of protection that it was not fatal for any of us. My wife Metay had a difficult but safe delivery on 31st May 1989.  It took me nearly a year for me to get back on my feet due to a fracture of my leg. It was a difficult time for us as a family during this year but God provided for us through family and friends. It was during this time while we needed each other the most that our family was separated primarily to receive treatment in different places. We questioned our purpose and felt rather abandoned. While we still trusted God in these challenging times, It took us a while to realize what He was stirring up for us. 

It was during my treatment in the Mainland in Puttur, Andra Pradesh, that Mrs. Ryall (Daughter of the founder of Bethany School) got in touch with me and offered my family and me to relocate back to Bangalore and join Bethany school. Against the will of my people, and after much prayer and thought I came back to Bangalore and joined Bethany in February 1993 along with my family. I have since then been with Bethany High school starting off once again as a teacher, then Headmaster, and now the Principal.  I am truly thankful to God for His constant Hand of leading and guidance through this journey. 

life of a karen lad

Final Thoughts. . . .

From these series of blogs aimed at being published every week, I will detail incidents of my life that were difficult but truly fulfilling times. Every situation has learning points and I hope you are encouraged and motivated by it. My life in Bangalore has enabled me to reach out and meet many Karens not just in India but all over the world. I’ve been blessed and been able to bless so many of our Karen people who come to the mainland for medical treatment, education, or other purposes.

For a young Karen lad, how the world outside looked could only be of mere imagination. I’ve been fortunate to travel not just within India but to a lot of places around the world. My advice to the younger generation is to put your trust in God always and dare to dream. For NOTHING is impossible for those who believe in Him!

If it wasn’t for the accident on May 13th 1989, I would have never had this opportunity to come back to Bangalore and be associated with the school I now lead. This opportunity has also enabled me to help so many students and people that have come to our home and gone away blessed. Nothing is more fulfilling than being in a position to impact so many lives every day.

I want to dedicate the achievements that I’ve been able to make in my life to God, My Parents Saw Aung Khin & Naw Ayemajee, Rev. George David, my Uncle & Aunty, my brothers and sisters, The late Mrs. Mignon David, Mrs. E.H. Ryall, Dr. Akash Ryall, the Bethany family and my family and friends who have been a source of encouragement and support all through.

In conclusion, I would like to personally thank each one of you for taking the time and reading my article. Please leave a comment in the section below if you have any thoughts, suggestions, or even questions about the same.

God Bless you all!

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