The best part of what i do is how once in a while when im completely sick of the life around me...u know the preassures at work....home.....a degree( i should manage to get one if a miracle drops over my head )....days when my passion is taken over by the 40 degree heat outside when they make me run around area like vikaspuri,janakpuri and the other puris around Delhi......but then when i sit back in my room...tellin dad about the workshops i conducted that very day...n how a few of my 3500 kids made me realize how it was all well worth it....
My kids... from the private schools...Kv's....n some of my favourite kids from Ngo institutions.......give me a reason to smile even when im all sweaty n frustrated...
A few days back i recieved letters from two students that i wanted to share with everyone.
The first one is from a class 12th student of KV Vikaspuri named Sapna. When i went to her school months back...she was by far the only one who stood apart amongst 200 odd students. Sapna has Cerebral palsy.This is what she had to say:
"Cerebral Palsy – The dictionary describes it as “a paralysis due to brain damage before or at birth.” But these few words of formal English can not describe the plight of those innocent faces whose dreams and desires are destroyed by their innocence.
A paralytic body due to the brain is more or less like a chariot whose charioteers injured badly. When the words like ‘handicapped’, ‘disabled’, ’abnormal’ ring in ones ears, even the poor eyes refuse to shed tears on their ruined destiny. The bitterness of the society kills their confidence completely. For them, life is gloomy with darkness and solitude.
But I believe, a small spark is enough to turn into fire and here their SOLITUDE is the spark by which they enlighten their lives. With their stupendous confidence and incredible courage, they rise like a phoenix from its ashes. The charioteer was injured not dead. Leaving all the criticisms and grievances they strive for a new and colorful morning in their life.
So it is high time in making their ‘end’ a ‘new beginning’. A time to be a part of their ultimate glory, a time to listen to their heart’s voice.
‘We don’t want your pity, we want your understanding.’"
The second one ill share in some days....couldnt find it on my comp....shit!
Oh n by the way...i going out of station...FINALLY......with roopa...who for some reason thinks itll be snowing in Jammu....i told her there'l be no electricity...no water.....and the sun burning at 35 degrees.......she's still game for it...
im game for the street food...
n the 30 Santa Claus relatives who'll be ready with their love both in cash n kind :-)
tata
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