Wow, I can't belieive, my blog has been in limbo for four months. What have I been doing? Well apart from being married, I have been trying to impress my hubby with my culinery skills, and my boss has made me master excel skills, and in between I haven't had much time in my hands. And those driving classes...How can I forget them... Whenever I see a lady driving through the traffic, I get so jealous.....
Ok apart from all this clutter in my happy life, there is one experience that I can't seem to forget. Weeks ago, I volunteered for a event though my office to visit a disabled home for girls. It was a three hour event, so I registered my name. We were told that we would be organizing a tea party for the kids and it sounded fun!
Out bus from the office reached there in the afternoon and I was numb for the first half hour. There were around 20-25 girls there.The little ones were in the middle of the room. There was a 5 year old girl whose legs were twisted backwards, so she couldn't move much. One kid had a problem with her backbone because of which she couldn't stand. Then on the wheelchair there were kids who looked like there were around the age of 7-8 but they were not able to communicate properly, so they tried to gesture repeatedly. There was a girl, who could manage to say hi-hello and what's your name-drill. There was another girl, who justed wanted someone to hold her hand. Then she would gesture at her bangle and try to tell something.
Somehow, I couldn't mingle as easily with the kids as my colleagues did. I saw couple of my friends taking the kids in their lap and talking to them. I couldn't come out of my dumbstruck mode at all. I tried my best to communicate and play with some of the children but I couldn't help feeling sorry for them. There was a another girl kid, who was pretty active. She mingled with the others easily. It was just that her face was small and monkey like. We were told that her parents had abandoned her because they thought she was actually a monkey. Then there was another kid who seemed pretty normal but had a bent backbone. Again that is the reason her parents abandoned her. One of my colleagues, who had visited previously told me that last time the kid cried to him and pleaded with him to take her home with him. After hearing all this, I couldn't fight back tears. And one of my friend saw this and tried to cheer me up. I also noticed that I was the only one who couldn't battle with my emotions. The others were seeing the same things as me and were still able to digest this fact of life. My friend just told me, "Dont think too much. Its of no use" And it was true, a lot was going through my mind. Why had these parents abandoned this children? Is it just because they were poor or they could not love these special children? Why were these children born like this? Can I love my child if it gets afflicted with a similar problem?
There was some information that I did get though. That most of these kids don't cross the age of 15. If at all they do, then they are transferred to a special care centre. Finally, came the tea party. The nuns got muffins and milk for the kids. Some of my colleagues fed the children. some children did not want to eat. The attendants said its no use force-feeding them. So the kids were put in their beds and we bade them farewell and got into our buses back to office.
Ok apart from all this clutter in my happy life, there is one experience that I can't seem to forget. Weeks ago, I volunteered for a event though my office to visit a disabled home for girls. It was a three hour event, so I registered my name. We were told that we would be organizing a tea party for the kids and it sounded fun!
Out bus from the office reached there in the afternoon and I was numb for the first half hour. There were around 20-25 girls there.The little ones were in the middle of the room. There was a 5 year old girl whose legs were twisted backwards, so she couldn't move much. One kid had a problem with her backbone because of which she couldn't stand. Then on the wheelchair there were kids who looked like there were around the age of 7-8 but they were not able to communicate properly, so they tried to gesture repeatedly. There was a girl, who could manage to say hi-hello and what's your name-drill. There was another girl, who justed wanted someone to hold her hand. Then she would gesture at her bangle and try to tell something.
Somehow, I couldn't mingle as easily with the kids as my colleagues did. I saw couple of my friends taking the kids in their lap and talking to them. I couldn't come out of my dumbstruck mode at all. I tried my best to communicate and play with some of the children but I couldn't help feeling sorry for them. There was a another girl kid, who was pretty active. She mingled with the others easily. It was just that her face was small and monkey like. We were told that her parents had abandoned her because they thought she was actually a monkey. Then there was another kid who seemed pretty normal but had a bent backbone. Again that is the reason her parents abandoned her. One of my colleagues, who had visited previously told me that last time the kid cried to him and pleaded with him to take her home with him. After hearing all this, I couldn't fight back tears. And one of my friend saw this and tried to cheer me up. I also noticed that I was the only one who couldn't battle with my emotions. The others were seeing the same things as me and were still able to digest this fact of life. My friend just told me, "Dont think too much. Its of no use" And it was true, a lot was going through my mind. Why had these parents abandoned this children? Is it just because they were poor or they could not love these special children? Why were these children born like this? Can I love my child if it gets afflicted with a similar problem?
There was some information that I did get though. That most of these kids don't cross the age of 15. If at all they do, then they are transferred to a special care centre. Finally, came the tea party. The nuns got muffins and milk for the kids. Some of my colleagues fed the children. some children did not want to eat. The attendants said its no use force-feeding them. So the kids were put in their beds and we bade them farewell and got into our buses back to office.
