These Skyscrapers Look Normal, But Something Amazing Happens When The Sun Hits Them….

The United Arab Emirates is known for their incredible, luxurious views. Gorgeous architecture punctuates the entire region, but these towers in the capital city take things to a whole new level.

Designed to resemble the ornate mashrabiya shades that have been used in their culture for centuries, these majestic skyscrapers have a secret that makes them even more unique.

These intricate shades wrap around the Al Bahar buildings in Abu Dhabi.

These intricate shades wrap around the Al Bahar buildings in Abu Dhabi.

They bring a unique texture to the tall structures.

They bring a unique texture to the tall structures.

And on top of that, they totally morph when the sun hits them from different angles.

And on top of that, they totally morph when the sun hits them from different angles.

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No one ever has to worry about the mid-afternoon glare of the sun beating down on those inside.

No one ever has to worry about the mid-afternoon glare of the sun beating down on those inside.

The architects at Aedas are responsible for the incredible effect.

The architects at <a href="http://www.aedas.com/" target="_blank">Aedas</a> are responsible for the incredible effect.

These shades are perfect for beating the heat.

These shades are perfect for beating the heat.

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The blending of traditional design and innovative technology has never looked more beautiful. If only I could hire them to do the same thing for my house…

Source…. Jessica  Catcher……www.viralnova.com

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மனதைத் தொட்ட கவிதை …”நான் கடலுக்கே போகிறேன் …”

நெஞ்சுருகி குமுறியதால் தானே வந்தேன்
பஞ்சம் என்று கதறியதால் தானே வந்தேன்
கெஞ்சி வேண்டியதாலே இரங்கினேன்,
உனக்காக கீழ் இறங்கினேன்.
கொஞ்சமும் நினைவு இல்லையா?
வஞ்சனை செய்கிறாயே
என்னை அழைத்து விட்டு ..

வறண்ட என் நிலக் காதலி
நான் முத்தமிட ஈர்த்திருப்பாள்
சுரண்டி அவள் மேனியெல்லாம்
சிமெண்டாலே போர்த்தி வைத்தாய்
நனைத்து அணைப்பதாலே
உடல் குளிர சுகம் கொள்வாள்
அனைத்தும் நிராகரித்து
கடல் சேரவே வழி செய்தாய்

குளம் குட்டை ஏரியென
அங்கங்கே தங்கியிருந்தேன்
வளம் கொளித்த அத்தனைக்கும்
பங்கம் செய்யவே வாழ்ந்திருந்தாய்

உனக்கு வழி வேண்டி
சாலைகள் நீட்டினாய்,

தொழிற்சாலைகள் கட்டினாய்,
காண்கிரீட் கட்டடமாய்
நிலமெல்லாம் நிரப்பினாய்.
நான் செல்லும் வழியடைத்து
திட்டமிட்டு துரத்தினாய்.
பூமித்தாய் மூச்சி விட திணறுகிறாள்!
மண் பார்க்க முடியாமல்
அவள் முகமெல்லாம்
மறைத்து விட்டாய்.

எனக்கென்று இருந்த சின்னஞ் சிறு
உறவுகள் தானே குளமும் குட்டையும்.
கண்மூடித்தனமாக
மண் போட்டு மூடி விட்டாய்.
என்னையே நம்பியிருந்த
கடைசி உறவுகளையும்
கொள்ளளவு ஏற்றியே உடைப்பெடுத்து
கொல்ல வைத்தாய்.

பள்ளம், குழி, சிறு தாழ்வு இருந்தாலே
வெள்ளமாய் தங்கி வாழ்வு தருவேனே?
உள்ளம் என்று இருந்திருந்தால்
கள்வன் போல் வசப்படுத்தி
கல் மண் கொட்டி குப்பை நிரப்பி
நீ மட்டும் தங்கும் தப்பை நினைப்பாயா?

என்னை வந்த வேகத்திலே
விரட்டி விட்டு
மண்ணை துளையிட்டு
நானூறு அடியில் என்ன தேடுகிறாய்?
நாற்பது அடியில்
கிணற்றின் மடியில்
நாளும் சுரந்தேனே !
ஊற்று, கால் என்றெல்லாம் நீ
முகர்ந்து குடிக்க மகிழ்ந்தேனே!
நினைவில்லையா?

எனக்கான இடத்தை நீ
உனக்காக வளைத்த மடத்தை
செய்யாமல் இருந்திருந்தால்
உன் கால் சுற்றி
கட்டிய வீட்டை சுற்றி
தேங்கி கிடக்கும் மடமையை
நானா செய்திருப்பேன்?

அவமானம் வேறு
வெகுமானமாக தருகிறாய்.
நீர் வடியும் இடமெல்லாம்
நீயாக அடைத்து விட்டு
பேரிடர் என்கிறாய்,
வெள்ளப்பெருக்கு என்கிறாய்,
மக்கள் அவதி என்கிறாய்,
இயல்பு வாழ்க்கை பாதிப்பென்கிறாய்.

அலுவலகம் செல்வதற்கு,
தொழில் நிற்காமல் நடப்பதற்கு,
மழை நிற்க வேண்டுகிறாய்.
பிழையாக குழி
நீ உனக்கே தோண்டுகிறாய்

உன் வாழ்வாதாரம் வேண்டியே
உன்னைத் தேடி நான் வந்தேன்.
உனக்கே வேண்டாம் என்ற போது
நான் கடலுக்கே போகிறேன்.
இனியாவது நீ திருந்துவாயா
உனக்காக நான் வந்தால் ?

Source….Jayaraj Mani….

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Hate Your Job …? Watch this Video Clip ..

 

In this fast moving world, it is very hard to stay focused. We constantly need new things to keep us engaged.

This video has nothing ‘exciting’, but we are sure it will change your perception towards life –

The video was originally published by Batul Kapsi, a freelance film-maker here.

 

Source….Shreya Pareek ….www.the betterindia.com
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” White Print”… India’s First Lifestyle Magazine in Braille for Visually impaired …

My oldest reader is 80. And she told me once: ‘Don’t stop yourself from printing anything in the magazine. If we cannot see it in our lives, it will be at least something we see though the magazine.’” Readers like this have inspired Upasana Makati to keep publishing India’s first and only lifestyle magazine in Braille English.

Upasana Makati, a graduate in Mass Media, had just returned from Canada after studying Communications and was, while working at a PR firm in Mumbai, mulling over what to do next.

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“I have this habit…just before sleeping, I review the day to think about what went right, what went wrong, and what I can do in life to make it more meaningful. And one such night, I just happened to wonder about what visually impaired people read. If we want to read, we have so many options. We can easily read so many magazines. But when this thought came to me, I couldn’t think of even one newspaper or magazine that is there for the visually impaired in Braille.”

Upasana decided to do some research. She went to visit the National Association for the Blind to find out what kind of reading material was available to visually impaired people. “Even there they told me that nobody has come up with a magazine dedicated to the visually impaired. The Association itself compiled a couple of newsletters every three months for the subscribers on its list. That was it.”

And so, out of this one vague and random thought in 2013, was born White Print, India’s first lifestyle magazine for visually impaired people in Braille English. This magazine is being read far and wide today, and is promoting Braille literacy with well-researched articles and stories.

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It took Upasana some time to plan the magazine and figure out how it should be structured. She spoke to many visually impaired people to find out what they wanted. “I realized that they were so tired of being sympathized with. So I decided that I would not make this magazine another charity venture and get it registered as an NGO. I would run it like any other full-fledged lifestyle magazine.”

This, however, meant getting ads for the magazine, which was definitely a challenge because people had never advertised in Braille before. But Upasana had to give it a try. She wanted to make sure that the magazine was how her audience wanted it to be. “I sent almost 200 emails for advertisements, and out of that I got one reply which was from the marketing head of Raymond. That was how I got my first ad. We got a five page advertorial from them in the first issue of White Print,” she remembers.

Upasana also learned the software used to convert text to Braille and familiarized herself with the other logistics necessary to run a magazine.

This is how White Print first started with sample copies, and a month after, she had 20 subscribers.

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Our readers started loving the magazine. I remember getting this call from a girl. When the first edition reached her house, she was so excited about getting a magazine in Braille with such amazing content. She called me at the end of the day and said – ‘I just received the magazine in the morning, and I have already completed all the 64 pages. Can you send me the next one? It was really exciting for me. I could read it myself. I did not have to depend on anyone else to read it out to me.’”

Inspiring calls and messages like this from her readers motivated Upasana to keep going. “It made me think, that just a magazine means so much to some people. I had never imagined that something like this could happen. It also made me realize how much we take things for granted. We get the newspaper every morning, start our day, read it, keep it aside — we don’t value it at all. But here was a bunch of people who were so eagerly waiting for their magazines to come in. And it was really encouraging.”

On the corporate side of things, however, people were still hesitant to advertise with White Print. They felt this was not something mainstream and the returns were doubtful. But Upasana did not stop trying. She wrote to people like Ratan Tata (this got the magazine an advertisement from TATA) because she felt that visionaries like him would see some scope in her project and begin to contribute. Coca-Cola also designed an advertisement especially for White Print. “They made a sound clip and we installed it in every magazine. And it worked like a musical card. So, as soon as people would turn to the centre page, the song Umeedo Wali Dhoop would start playing. That received such an amazing response — it became a very popular edition among the readers.”

While Upasana herself writes three columns every month, she has a group of freelancers from different parts of the country who contribute voluntarily.

She also wrote to Barkha Dutt, who liked the concept and contributes a political column. The magazine also got the rights to twelve of Sudha Murthy’s short stories, which they have started publishing every month.

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As of now, the magazine does not have a rigid structure (like different sections) but keeps changing based on feedback. For example, one reader told Upasana that everyone was talking about 100 years of cinema, so she did a column on cinema in the next edition.

“My oldest reader is 80. And she told me once, ‘don’t stop yourself from printing anything in the magazine. If we cannot see it in our lives, it will be at least something we see though the magazine.’ That has stayed with me, always. So it is a little of everything in White Print.”

Upasana is currently printing 300 copies every month. In the future, she wants to increase circulation to every corner of the country and also start a daily publication. If she gets a chance, Upasana says, she would love to publish in other languages as well.

To know more about White Print, you can visit the website here.

Source……Tanaya Singh …www.the betterindia.com

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Flower Tower of Paris…

In Paris’s 17th arrondissement is a 10-story apartment building that’s so completely covered with potted plants that the building itself is invisible. Each flower pot is dense with foliage from rapidly growing bamboo plants. With 380 such irregularly spaced flower pots lining the balconies on three sides of the building, the entire apartment block appears to be a giant display of potted plants.

The building called “Flower Tower” was designed by Edouard François, who drew inspiration from Parisians who habitually cultivate even the most tiniest balcony, nurturing surprising greenery in this tightly packed, densely occupied city.

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Photo credit: http://www.bambooki.com

The pots are fixed to the balconies and fed by an automatic watering system to ensure that the plants do not die during the long holidays and in the height of summer. Bamboo was chosen because it is a hardy and fast growing plant, but also because it makes a noise in the wind, “giving the impression to those inside that they are sleeping in a tree” explained Edouard François.

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Photo credit: www.maxgerthel.se

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Photo credit: Edouard François

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Photo credit: Edouard François

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Photo credit: Edouard François

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Photo credit: Edouard François

Sources: Paris Invisible / The Guardian

http://www.amisingplanet.com

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From Rags to Riches……

Manjula Vaghela’s life is literally a story of rags to riches. This 60-year-old, who was a ragpicker until 1981, is now the proud head of a cleaners’ cooperative with an annual turnover of Rs 1 crore.

Earlier, Manjula used to work on the streets of Ahmedabad, barely earning Rs. 5 in a day. Little did she know that she would become the guiding light for many.

The cleaners’ cooperative headed by her has 400 members, most of them being former ragpickers. It provides cleaning and housekeeping services to 45 institutions and societies in Ahmedabad.

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Picture for representation only. Source: Tawheed Manzoor/Flickr

As a ragpicker, Manjula’s work would begin at the crack of dawn. She would pick up her large gunny collection bag to scrounge and unearth recyclable materials from other people’s waste. At the end of the day, she used to sell the entire collection to a scrap dealer. The only advantage in this job was that ragpickers always formed collectives of their own.

Her cleaners’ cooperative called – Shri Saundarya Safai Utkarsh Mahila Sewa Sahkari Mandali Ltd (SSSUMSSML), initially consisted of 40 women. It was founded after Manjula and the women in her collective met Elaben Bhatt, the founder Self-Employed Women’s Association (SEWA).

By the time SSSUMSSML was formed, Manjula had already been married and had a son. But tragedy struck suddenly, leaving her as the only breadwinner in the family.

“National Institute of Design was the first institution to give business to us. Next, Physical Research Laboratory (PRL) hired our 15 women,” said Manjula, who was then the chief supervisor.

Over the years, Saundarya Mandali has grown through several levels of training. They provide cleaning services in institutions of national repute, residential societies, and have also worked during Vibrant Gujarat summits in the past. The women now use modern equipment like road cleaners, vacuum cleaners, high-jet pressure, micro-fibre mops, floor cleaners, carpet shampooing machines, scrubbers and extractors.

The next target for them is to make illiterate women tech-savvy, to ensure that they can understand the e-tendering process.

“Today companies and institutes issue e-tender for contracts and job work which we find difficult to fill as we are technologically challenged. But we shall overcome this too,” Hemaben Parmar, who has been associated with Saundarya Mandali for the last 20 years, told The Times of India.

Manjula also managed to earn enough to put her son through school and medical college. He is a doctor today. The college where he studied recently honoured Manjula and her son.

Source…..Nisha Chawla ….www.the betterindia.com

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60 Children from Pune Slums Never Want to Miss School. Thanks to One Man….

He stumbled across some slum kids while walking to the temple one morning — feeding them has become his religion since then! Read the heartwarming story of a man who is using his imagination and effort to ensure food keeps the children motivated to attend school.

Eight-year-old Rani Kamle was not allowed to go to school regularly. Her parents used to send her to beg on the streets of Pune so that she could bring home some money. One day, about three months ago, all her classmates received bags full of books and stationary, but she could not get one because of her poor attendance. It was then that Rani decided to speak up. She went back home, fought with her parents for two days, and made sure they would never stop her from going to school again. Today, she is a regular student, and a very happy one.

Rani, along with about 40 other children like her, also attends extra classes after school everyday. None of these children want to miss the two-hour long extra class. Many even fight with their parents if they are stopped from going.

But what keeps them so motivated to study? Other than the fully stuffed bags that were recently given to them, it is the food they get every day after class — idli, dosa, vada, and more!

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Thanks to Nitin Jirafe, an engineer with a multinational firm, these children are guaranteed a tasty meal after they finish their studies every day.

This forty-year-old man has made it his mission to ensure that none of the children drops out of school and goes back to a life of begging and working on the streets.

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It all started on what was just another Saturday morning for Nitin. He was on his way to the temple when he came across a group of 12-15 children playing on a footpath in Phule Nagar. Curious as to what they were doing, Nitin went ahead and enquired.

These kids were associated with a Pune-based NGO called Awakening Jagriti, and were attending an open air extra class organized for them. Under a tree near the footpath, the kids stood surrounding a volunteer from the organization.

Nitin came to know that they were residents of a nearby slum. The NGO had found them doing menial jobs like rag picking and household work, or begging on the streets. The team at Awakening Jagriti convinced their parents to enrol them in a free Municipal Corporation School nearby.

However, the volunteers soon realised that once the school got over at around 1 pm, the parents would send the children back to work. They came up with an innovative solution — conducting extra classes after school to teach science and maths in a fun way. This helped the kids understand concepts that they may not learn at school and also prevented them from going back to work.

These classes take place from 2-4 pm on weekdays and 9-11 am on Saturdays. Initially, as an incentive for the kids to attend, the NGO provided them with food after the classes. While this solution worked successfully for some time, it later started failing because the NGO could no longer arrange the required funds for food. The biggest challenge now was the declining attendance because food had been a great motivation for the kids to come to the extra classes.

Nitin was inspired by what the NGO was doing and did not want them to fail in their endeavour. So he promised to bring in food on Saturdays to help ensure high attendance on one day of the week at least.

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Volunteer of Awakening Jagriti distributing fruits among children

He began taking fruit and snacks for about 20 children to the Saturday morning classes. This was in April 2015. In 4 weeks’ time, Nitin was informed that the strength of the class on Saturdays had gone up from 12-15 kids per day before his help, to about 40 every day since he started bringing in food.

“This is when I decided that I should be doing this all 365 days,” he says.

To start with, Nitin drafted a small story about these children and how he was trying to help them. He shared it with everyone at the multinational organization where he works, asking if people would be willing to contribute.

He was able to collect a sum of Rs. 45,000, to which he added another Rs 10,000 from his own pocket.

Next, he tied up with an idli seller near the slum. According to the deal, the seller now packs around 60 idlis every day, and a volunteer from the NGO delivers them to the children. The seller charges Rs. 200 per day and thus the amount that Nitin has accumulated is enough for about a year’s worth of food.

“The good thing is that the retention rate has now increased to about 90 percent and has become stable. About 30-40 children come for the extra class every day,” he says.

But Nitin had no plans of stopping here. As the parents of these children could not afford books and stationary, he bought fully stuffed school bags for them with the funds he had collected. These bags include all the basic text books for their age, along with notebooks, writing pads, drawing books, and pencil pouches.

He distributed about 40 school bags.

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Children with a volunteer from Awakening Jagriti

His condition was that only those children who attend school regularly would get these bags. Those who did not get one tried their best to convince their parents to let them go to school more regularly.

One August 10, 2015, Nitin replicated the same model in the Sangvi slum of Pune as well, where the NGO conducts similar classes. For this, he took the help of a professional photography group that he is a part of. The group has about 20 people, and with their contribution, Nitin was able to collect enough funds for seven months’ worth of commitment in Sangvi.

With about 30 regular kids from both the slums, there are a total of 60 who are attending these classes.

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The challenge for him now is to continue the process after a year. For this, he has decided to organize an exhibition with the photographs of these children, along with some artwork and greeting cards made by the kids.

“It is only the start and I hope that we will be able to collect enough to continue helping these children. They are really interested in studies, it’s just that because of poverty, their parents send them to do other jobs,” he points out.

As for the food, if the kids get bored of idlis, Nitin has told the volunteers to pick up anything else from the seller who also makes dosas and vadas.

“My only concern is that the children should remain connected to their studies. If they keep going to school, they may be motivated to continue with their education later in life too,” he concludes.

Source….Tanaya Singh …www.the betterindia.com

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” Be Grateful to God…”

Grateful to God – Please go through this story and then pray that you will see the reason to be grateful.! 

A man reached 70 years of age and was affected by a disease which made him unable to urinate. The doctors told him that he needs an operation to cure the disease. He agreed to do the operation, as the problem was giving him severe pain for days. 

When the operation was completed the doctor gave him a bill which covered all the costs. After looking at the bill, the man started crying. Upon seeing this, the doctor said “If the cost is too high, then we could make some other arrangements for you.” The old man replied, “I am not crying because of the money, but I am crying because God let me urinate for 70 years and He never sent me a bill!” 

Have you thanked God for His countless blessings today? Have you thought about the cost of oxygen in the hospital? Yet, God has given us free oxygen (air) since we were born. Is all that God does for us not worth thanking God for? Can we not see that God is so gracious, merciful and full of compassion? If you are truly grateful to God for your life, share this message with others, not because you expect a blessing but because you are grateful. I am grateful!

Source….Input from a friend of mine

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Message for the Day….” Raise the level of Moral life for brightening daily lives with Goodness and Godliness…”

Sathya Sai Baba

In today’s novel civilization, emergence of discordant notes has silenced the call of the Divine from within. People are eager to make their lives a merry-go-round but it is turning into a painful tangle of troubles. They are not discovering the cause of the contradiction and are wasting their years in empty ephemeral pomp and pretense. Real progress means raising the level of moral life and brightening daily lives with goodness and godliness. Life must be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness. Paddy grains must discard the husk to become consumable rice. Cotton must be reformed as yarn to become wearable cloth. Even gold nuggets have to undergo the crucible and get rid of alloys. So too, all of you must purify your instincts, impulses, passions, emotions and desires. Only then you can progress in good thoughts, deeds and words. Your intrinsic value is directly proportional to the level of transformation you achieve.

 

” I Am Visually Impaired and This Is What My Life Looks Like…” Meet.. Arundhati Nath

Arundhati Nath was born with bilateral congenital cataract. After many surgeries, she gained 25 percent of her vision, and can now read print, though from a very close distance. Today, she is working with State Bank of India. She still faces challenges but is very happy with her many achievements. This is her journey.

“Look at her. How is she working here? She must make a lot of mistakes! And now, she’s your assistant too?”

 

I looked up from my desk to see a well-dressed elderly lady speaking to my colleague. I did not understand if she had spoken out of sympathy for me, or disgust. Being a visually impaired banker, I often encounter such unpleasant remarks, and wonder if they are bred by disbelief, prejudice, sympathy or just ignorance. I also meet people who recommend a new doctor, or a cure, or sometimes inform about a temple or an astrologer.

Because of my low vision, I have to read print from a very close distance. That’s why, a few weeks after I joined the State Bank of India, a well-meaning acquaintance told me – “Don’t take it personally, but banking is not for you. Get into a school or college. You only need to memorize the daily lessons and blurt them out in front of the class.” I never imagined teaching could be so easy!

I was born with bilateral congenital cataract on Dec. 17, 1989, in Guwahati.

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However, my condition could not be detected in my hometown. My mother’s elder brother, Dr. Chidananda Bhuyan, was at the time undergoing training in Oncology at TATA Memorial Hospital in Mumbai. He requested his friend in Guwahati to come and see me. This doctor noticed something wrong with my eyes and another doctor confirmed it to be cataract. Then a local doctor said that nothing could be done at that time, and I would have to wait for six years to get a surgery.

But my uncle’s fellow doctors suggested that we should consult Dr. Keiki R. Mehta. So we immediately travelled to Mumbai. At the tender age of 45 days, I had cataract surgery in the right eye. A month later, this was followed by a surgery in the left eye, and two more surgeries in the later years – intra ocular lens implantation and a corneal transplant. Fortunately, due to the efforts of my doctors, I have retained 25 percent of my vision and I can read print, though from a very close distance and not for long stretches of time.

I spent the first few years of my life at Rangiya, a small town where my parents were posted. My class teacher, Mrs Barman, ensured that I was learning just like the other students. This was the time before the intra ocular lens implantation. My mother would draw lines with a red sketch pen in my ruled notebooks. This made the lines visible and I could write the alphabets straight.

We moved back to Guwahati when I was six. There, I appeared for an admission test in a well-known private school, but received a letter of rejection. A neighbour, who was a teacher at the same school, told my parents that I wasn’t admitted as other students would face problems due to my disability. Fortunately, I got admission at Shrimanta Shankar Academy, where I spent the next twelve years of my life. Every teacher at SSA was supportive and affectionate. I never realized I had a disability.

I knew I had a physical condition, but did not feel that it was a barrier or impairment. I was eighteen when I realized that I was visually impaired.

As I couldn’t read the blackboard even from the first bench, my teachers would always help me out. Most of my classmates, especially my best friend, Ashmita, would help me take down notes by dictating the contents on the board. I also used to take part in different co-curricular activities, especially music, dance, art and literary competitions, winning prizes in some.

My parents have always encouraged me to sing and read. I have found peace in the stories of Ruskin Bond, laughed aloud while reading Roald Dahl, and enjoyed the lives and times of Swami and his friends in Malgudi. I also took weekly lessons in Hindustani classical music and bhajans. I have performed for Doordarshan and am a junior radio artist.

At unfamiliar places, I have a constant fear that I’ll fall off a step. Moreover, I cannot recognize people’s faces especially when I suddenly meet them, which is embarrassing.

One day I was at a nearby bookshop when a young lady pointed at me while speaking to her kid, “Just see what TV viewing has done to her eyes, she can barely read!” Her intention must have been to discourage her child from watching too much television, but that didn’t take the sting out of her presumption about me.

After passing my Class X board examinations with 92.4 percent marks, I took up further studies in Commerce and completed my bachelor’s degree with specialization in Accountancy from Gauhati Commerce College (GCC). Life at college was different from school in many ways. We had to go to different classrooms for every class. I could not read the room numbers painted on top of each classroom and often needed the help of my classmates. Winning the Best Singer award at the college was my best experience there. I also represented my college at the University Youth Festival, winning a bronze medal in the Hindustani Classical (Vocal) competition.

During my second year at GCC, I was selected for the post of Assistant (Banking) at State Bank of India. Initially, I faced a lot of problems at office. I had to lean over to read, write or use the computer keyboard. I felt uncomfortable and other people grew inquisitive. My eyes felt strained and I was always tired and stressed. During those days, an acquaintance told me, “Try for a state government job. There’s hardly any work in most of the departments. You’ll earn your salary without even commuting to office daily!”

However, I didn’t want such a job. I wanted to contribute as much as any other employee. I hated being called handicapped.

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I was lucky that the Chief Manager was a dynamic and enthusiastic leader who always encouraged me. “Focus on your strengths, Arundhati. Everyone has some form of weakness. You need to focus on the best within you,” he said. These words will always remain with me and continue to inspire and motivate me.

A year later, I was transferred to a department called Account Tracking Centre and now I’m happily working here. SBI has also initiated special training programs in JAWS for the visually impaired employees. I’m currently learning the use of JAWS, a screen reader that can make the use of computers less stressful. Meeting other visually impaired people and reading inspirational books has made me feel that I’m very lucky compared to many others.

I had never travelled without my family as I was nervous that I would trip and fall somewhere. However, recently, I went on my first trip to a hill station with my colleagues and enjoyed it a lot.

I’ve always had a desire to write and express myself. Since my early school days, my teachers have encouraged me to write stories and poetry. My first poem was published in a regional newspaper when I was ten. This encouraged me to pursue writing further. In order to gain confidence and improve my writing skills, I enrolled myself for a Creative Writing Course with the Writers Bureau, UK, three years ago. I aspire to be a successful freelance writer and translator. I have written for publications like National Geographic Traveler India, Mother and Baby, The Assam Tribune and The Guardian UK. Since I like writing in Assamese and Hindi too, I would like to write in these languages and translate Assamese short stories into English.

I’m grateful to the people who have supported and helped me in different ways. I do not know if I’ll be able to see perfectly someday or will always need to face challenges. However, would life be interesting without the occasional challenges?

– Arundhati Nath

Source…….www.thebetterindia.com

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