Tuesday, January 18, 2011

And sometimes they ask you things...

It's not that I haven't been in situations when a question has put me into a deep thought. It's just in Ummeed it happens quite frequently now.

There is this kid Farukh, an extremely adorable kid, who stammers a little. I had noticed it and was thinking of talking to him about the simple techniques of speaking slowly and getting rid of the fear which makes you stammer even more for starters. What I hadn't noticed was that the other kids were taking his case from time to time, and making the situation worse. Today, when I was speaking to one of the older kids, I saw him behind me. I asked him if he wants to say something and he just vanished. While I was about to walk out of the Ummeed door, he came and asked "Didi, mera yeh bolna theek ho jayega naa" (Would I be able to speak properly someday?)
And though for the next ten minutes I assured him with all my heart, and explained all the ways he can work on it, and how he shouldn't listen to other kids, and how he'll be fine; his question filled me with a kind of feeling that I can't box up in words and that stayed with me a little longer than usual. The thing is, very few people will be able to understand the helplessness, that a stammering child feels. Probably, you know the right answer to teacher's question, but you'll not say the answer because you fear you might stammer and then everyone will laugh. Probably, you like studying, but you'll not enter the class for the fear that the teacher might ask you something. Probably, there's so much inside you that you want to scream out from the top of your lungs, but this damn stutter prevents you, it makes you inexpressive, and that in turn makes you feel isolated and low on self-esteem.
Try being inside a child's world, maybe his problems aren't as tall as your problems but then to him they are like giants. I hope I'm able to help Farukh bring down his giants, as I did for myself when I was young.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Things Ummeed has taught me so far..

1. How to make mosques and animal faces in the mud (dug up for making a garden inside Ummeed).
2. How to shout one moment, and break into hysterical laughter the other.
3. How to run after 10 kids in different directions and ask them to attend the class.
4. How to do Emotional blackmail :) when everything else fails.
5. How caring the most mischievous kids can be, when it comes to the new born puppies.
6. How the tiny Shukar Ali can do a Shin Chan all day, and then give that disarming smile and get away with everything ;)
7. How tiny Lucky will always ask you if you need a chair and then get you one from somewhere.
8. How the intricate game of 'Gilli Danda' is the best thing on planet.
9. How these kids never feel cold, with half sleeves T shirt and no slippers/socks, when the adults are literally shivering.
10. How they never get tired of surprising me with their mood swings.
11. How carefree, free-spirited and fearless they are towards life and how difficult it is not to get impressed once you get to know of it.
12. How inadequate it can feel at times! There are days you keep thinking, if you're ever going to be able to understand enough, to do enough, to heal enough.
13. How many things they juggle in their head, and how you'll never get to know about it.
14. How observing you have to be to intercept the mild signals to know when they're ready to talk.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

but he will always sing once more!!

He ran away at the age of 10,
still a fast runner,
still a lot of soft lines shaded with coarse pen.
Sings in the corridor, drums the kitchen door,
Had violent storms once,
now living with silent icicles from before.

Stuck between a father who couldn't love
and a mother who couldn't live,
Chose to choose,
A life of bruises over a life as an unwanted refuse.
Took life as a teacher, left with the servant's son
and left the book open, with the chapter undone..

Waiting to close it with proving him wrong,
Join the army, from his father's regiment
and win the redemption that was his all along..
So as he sings in the corridor, drums the kitchen door,
he might see you and stop at first,
but he will always sing once more!!

For one of the kid at Ummeed Aman Ghar

Monday, January 10, 2011

Still

Silent stare, silent hands
two people packed in polybags,
came close.
Liquid stirred, but didn't spill
packed were the emotions still