Thursday, August 9, 2012

Cursing need for “Cursive Writing Notebooks”


Like any ordinary day, I met my friends and learned what happened in the neighbourhood.  I quietly consumed information in the form of gossip, pity and fun.  I noticed many a things and conveniently ignored it.  Not that it hit any part of my mind or body, it hardly did, as it used be a part of my “ignoring ordinary days”.  But there were amazing & intelligent conversations.  It indeed was interesting to hear strange stories narrated noon after noon of an ordeal that my good friend went through taking sessions at a Government School like lack of electricity, no sufficient benches to sit, no platforms, high strength classrooms, students who would not listen and so on.  On the brighter side, my friend’s daughter from her play school came back home and recited poems, practiced her alphabets and numbers.  She loved maths, period!

Apart from the regular gossiping, there is this new found social networking platform that we all are hooked on to.  We voice our grievances from politics to domestic issues.  We follow wise and vice people.  Like anybody, I also do the same.  I came across a tweet “need 30 frocks for 30 girls”.  That hit me hard, pretty hard.  I could not believe that the requirement was only 30 frocks.  I inquired, interacted and promised to give them the 30 frocks.  I have still not done it.  I have my reasons and the real reason is my disastrous bank balance.

Mahabadia, a small village in the district of Bhopal has a considerable population running their families working as daily wage labourers.  The families prefer to divide domestic work to the “girl child” forbidding them from getting basic education.  Ahambhumika, an NGO has had a significant role to play in convincing these families to provide basic education to children.  Over the last 6 months, Mahak, the informal literacy centre has been successful in teaching and training these girl children for two hours every day.  Hindi reading and writing plus Arithmetic subjects are covered.  Students show a very high level learning abilities and aptitude ensuing them to start teaching English reading and writing.  It becomes pertinent to increase the learning hours in a student apart from the time they spend at the centre.  In order to achieve that in them; and retain their interest levels, Ahambhumika provides “Cursive Writing Notebooks” for home practices.  

Cursive Writing Notebooks are required twice a month and it costs Rs.40/- per book.  There are 30 girls in the class.  Ahambhumika is not able to provide a sustained flow or support the activity month on month and have voiced their request through various forums from individuals / corporates / groups to support this activity.  The NGO is also planning to provide Computer Literacy programmes to the kids as well.

Actually in reality and honestly, all around us are very nice people.  We all sympathize, we all strongly protest any unjust happenings, we make some small gestures but still somewhere we lose out to see the holistic picture.  We do no approve of child labour, we do not approve of infanticide, and we do not approve of road side begging and so on.  But do we really do anything to help overcome or eradicate or at least ensure to pull down the statistics, the answer is a big NO.

Those 30 girls in that village wait for a courier to come by; that will perhaps have 30 frocks or some Cursive Writing Notebooks or some cheque for the literacy programme.  I will make my move, may be a little late or may be tomorrow but definitely I will make.  Just in case you can do it before me, it is a request, that you please go ahead and be the first and take that part from your “ignoring ordinary days” and make an attempt.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Shiva & the Ganges!

Get the hell out of me; Get the hell out of me!

Graciously, smoothly; get the hell out of me!

Hair locks were enough, for volume & ferocity;

Treading rocks and sand; get the hell out of me!

Eternal promise of this dance that you will be above me;

Flow and quench thirst; get the hell out of me!

Man is my name; I will tie you ever;

Descent to clean the sins; get the hell out of me!

You will arrive to meet me at the ocean

Dare you again not to save; Get the hell out of me!

Baby

Life starts here,
Sky ends here,
Air comes here,
When I conceive, Breath stands still! 
 
Belongs to me,
Avenges on me,
Womb pinching me,
When I give birth, Death stands still! 
 
Toy that was lost,
Joy that was enjoyed,
Poem that was lost,
When I lift, Fame stands still! 
 
PS: Breath (Love); Death (Labour); Fame (Mother)