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"My Dream Job"
"My Dream Job"
At 10 years of age, I used to practice “seeing” the world with my hands; closing my eyes, I used to move around in my small study room, stumbling on to the furniture, finding my way to my almirah, and then trying to feel and figure out the things placed over there, trying to tell the skirt from the scarf. I was practicing to be BLIND.
At the tender age of 10, my mother could manage to put this in my head that with those spectacles resting on my nose (the power of which was increasing every six months), I will become blind by the time I am 18. A high myopic and a lover of comics, I was devastated to know that one day, all I will be able to see is darkness. It rattled my young mind and I decided to practice seeing the world with my hands.
(On the lighter side : In class 9, when I read about Genetic Engineering, I thought that at least I can have babies with the corrected genes, ie, no spectacles! Sounds funny today?! But the biggest problem my mother had with my specs was this question “meri beti ki shadi kaise hogi”?!!! Here I was planning about my babies, and she was wondering whether I will get a suitable match or not!)
Anyways, my life went on smoothly, but the little girl in me grew up with a soft corner for the visually challenged people. And when I read about this topic, my heart went out to the cause I had been supporting in my own little way.
People with physical disabilities are called differently-abled. And that’s so true. With the non- functionality of one sense organ, the rest become very sensitive and sense things in a very unique way. When blind children are nurtured and cared for from the very beginning of their lives, they grow up to be very self reliant, independent and become a indispensable part of the society. But, unfortunately, they are treated as a burden, as the state lacks proper amenities for them.
For running my school, “Braille” is what would like to learn to first “read” with my hands. I would do the direction orientation training which is given to them, so that they are able to move on their own. And, moreover, with the advent of user friendly computer software for the visually challenged, life can be a little easier for them.
That’s my dream, to be able to set up a state of the art school for them, where they not just learn to live in the society, but they can hone their skills of their other senses and discover the talent hidden in them. There are a few schools in Delhi, and I had been a part of one of them, recording textbook matter in cassettes.
We dream, we want things for ourselves, but we forget about the lesser advantaged in the society. Trying giving a little back to these sections of society in your way and you will know what happiness is!
|dreaming about flowers!|
Have a great day!
A RESTLESS MIND WITH
A SENSITIVE HEART !
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This post is a response to the blog adda contest (powered by Pringoo) on the topic " My Dream Job"