When do we start?

I am not that young and i am not that old.....but still i can say that i have seen it all...would it be wrong?....

Well i had a friend who said every thing in this world is a result of a relative comparison....like truth and lies, honesty and dishonesty..good and bad....How do you say something is good? Compare it with something bad...but then how did we conclude that it is bad....may be its chicken and egg problem.....or was it that we were taught that it is bad....since it was something unacceptable in the civilized society.....i will may be come back to this some time later....

So when i say i have seen it all...i guess its relative to the what my buddies have seen......and when i say that we were taught something is bad...do we follow our social teachings always? if not then is it wrong?....do we always shoulder our social responsibility?..if not then is it wrong?.....

Nothing is wrong or right ..but then again its an opinion..and who cares about it since they all have their own....

A child who grows up in lowest strata of the economic hierarchy is taught the rules of the living life by the streets...since its his society......a child who grows up in the highest strata of the economic hierarchy has been preached the teachings of riches....so if a child who's learned his lessons from the steerts spits on the floor of a shopping mall.....would it be wrong?..its not wrong since for him every thing walkable would be a spittoon....and if a child from the upper strata spits on the road..is that wrong?....for his people it may not be wrong.....since his society taught him that roads are not what he should care about since they are not the prized possesion of his socio-ecomonical status.......

But then since its my blog and i can put my opinion through.......Yes its wrong.......there is no difference between two kids ....none of them knows what their civic responsibility was...since their social teachings never taught them so.....so what difference did this upbringing make ......may be a lot if we sit and quantify....but if we sit and look around us.....it did not make any difference.....we treat the roads the same way...every thing thats not making our house look dirty is a dustbin to us......we do not care for water wastage...we do not care for power wastage....we do not care for any social responsibility until and unless....its somewhere making you famous...or making you satisfy your internal need to show to people that you love your society so much ( the love which vanishes in a week )......

When do we start and do things for a cause thats not satisfying our personal cravings?...When do we genuinely start pooling our efforts to bring something good to our generations?....When do we join hands and stand up together as a power of social revolution ?..The power up against every odd ....every force that time and again mocks our society..and blows it into pieces ....and ridicules anyone and everyone who care for someone they do not know...for something that does not belong to them....When....?

When eyes hear and hands speak.....

I was pretty nervous as it was my first day, i didn't want to do anything wrong, they were every where some looking towards me , with expressions i could only read as "stranger" and others busy with themselves.

I posted myself under a tree which shadowed a set of staircase leading to school's stage. The tree saved me from those interrogating expressions of the hands and eyes seeking an answer, so was i afraid of answering? or was i afraid of answering wrong? probably the later.

As i was sitting , Ashwini came to me ( A KG student whose name was displayed on his ID card) , and moved his hands towards me pointing towards the "helmet" that i carried , i gave it to him and then Ashwini was like the happiest kid around. The helmet sat on his head giving him a look of the astronaut :-)..he went around holding my hand and showing his school mates his new style and then pointing towards me to make people aware the source of this mischief :-). It took just a few moments and i could read most of their gestures , and i knew what to answer to those beautiful eyes. Every thing suddenly started making so much sense, my fear vanished somewhere and i was eager as anything to start assisting the teaching lessons to these kids..... i couldn't wait to talk to them more .....i knew i would have to work hard to learn to teach them but i had found the strongest driving force to do so......it was nothing but these kids ....

Ashwini taught "my eyes the first lesson of hearing" and "my hands first lesson of speaking".

It was my first day at the school for special children, where me and my team mates volunteer every weekend, these kids had hearing and speech disorders, most of them being 100% affected, so the only language that they knew was of signs.

Things around me constantly brought surprises, the bell rang and students where all assembled at one place for the morning prayers..but then they couldn't hear !! How did they hear the bell?. They did not i guess the gesture of the hammer striking the brass plate signalled them that it was time for the prayers.

Its since been a great journey for me among these kids, every Saturday when i am at this school, its not me teaching the kids its these kids teaching my life a new chapter each day i meet them............Kids from this school pass out with full capabilities to achieve success in all walks of life....becoming able contributors to the development of this society.....

We take so much from this society around us , its time that we start giving back something to it....no matter where you are what you do...if you can spare a few hours which can help any underprivileged or physically challenged kid....it would mean a world to them......Please come forward and start looking around you...create a culture ...create a group....pool in friends and family ....a small effort from our end can bring phenomenal difference to the lives of such kids.