I AM NOT MENTALLY CHALLENGED…I AM JUST…DIFFERENT…

I recently presented a paper on Mentally Challenged

I have seen few mentally challenged pupil in my life…but they never disturbed me so deeply until I researched on them…

Till few years back we used to call them Mentally Retarded or Mentally Handicapped or Abnormal…but nowadays psychologist call them Mentally Challenged

Many people have this misconception that mental retardation is a disease but in reality it is a state of mind…of course it usually runs in the family but sometimes due to severe illness or trauma during childhood can also cause retardation in a normal child…

There are four levels of retardation…Mild, Moderate, Severe & Profound…people with Mild & Moderate Retardation can live a normal life like you and me…with proper guidance and support…but Severe Cases suffers the most…and in case of Profound, well they need 247 365 days a person who can feed them, clean them, wipe them…in short they are dependent on others for everything…

Unfortunately I have seen a Profound case very closely in my immediate friend circle…and a glimpse of her life can sent a shiver down your spine…We should thank God for giving us a normal life…I know many of us have faced lots of problems in life but we are at way better place in comparison to these Mentally Challenged People…

color-packagingI also learnt with patience and constant revision and training…it is possible to teach Mentally Challenged Children…I know it’s a difficult task but it’s possible…nowadays in many Special Schools they taught them crafts and other activities like basket making or candle making kind of stuff…so that they can earn some livelihood…

In most cases they are not able to complete their education but they do reach the basic level…they can read, write and count a little…

You can’t motivate them…you can’t talk to them…you can’t make them understand things…you can’t scold them…because these Special Children don’t understand our language…they understand only one language and that is…The Language Of Love

You show them some love and then observe their behavior…you can see marked changes in them…the only mantra while dealing with these Special Children is to Have Patience…their repetitive mistakes might irritate us but patience is the only solution…

We need to change our attitude towards them…there is no need for us to show sympathy…there is no need to protect them or ridicule them…instead we should provide them a platform…where they can grow and develop with their own limitations and strengths…

They are little slower…rstsfig1a

They are little awkward…

But our little support can make a huge difference in their life…

That’s AARYA signing off for today…

 

A Train To DELHI…

“Is it your bag?” I asked politely

“Yes” she said

“Do you mind if I push it inside?”

“No…you can, I have everything in my backpack here” she smiled

“Alright…thanks” I adjusted my two big size suitcases beneath my berth

I sat comfortably and started reading Eleven Minutes…actually I was rereading it…both of us sat in silence for four hour…around evening she broke the ice and asked “Are you visiting Delhi or you live there?”

“No I am visiting my relatives and you?”

“I am going for a conference…I usually prefer flights but this time all flights to Delhi were jam packed”

“I understand…well it’s a one night journey so doesn’t make any difference to me…secondly I always have too much luggage so can’t help it” I smiled…I really do have very bad habit of carrying too much luggage well that’s what everyone says in my family…

We talked for hours until the Attendant arrived with our food… I usually don’t like to talk to strangers whenever I am traveling alone…but something was different about this girl…she had a magnetic personality…we talked about everything under the sky…from coffee flavors to share market…and with every passing minute I felt that I knew her from somewhere…may be from another life…may be a long lost friend…

She was tall and beautifully curved at the right places…her features were sharp and defined…there was something odd about here big hazel eyes…they were the center of attraction of her personality…you couldn’t take your eyes off her eyes…they were hypnotic…after talking to her for four hours I realized that she was a woman of substance and had a great command over her communication…

I also learnt that she was not happy in her marriage…she fell in love with her husband six years ago…and two years of dating later they got married…but Rohan, her husband changed…he was a different person before marriage and after marriage he started taking her for granted…he started ignoring her…for Rohan she is just another trophy in his long list of trophies…

She confessed that she met someone two years ago…she fell in love with him…but he is an American and their relation is long distance…but he understands her the way she had expected from Rohan…she said “I know he is the one…I know he is the soul mate I was longing for…with Rohan we are always in the dream world of his money and poweryou know what if money can buy you happiness…I would be the most happiest woman in the world”

Her last line left an impression on my mind…It was late…and everyone in our compartment was slept…we were the only two aliens chatting and gossiping…suddenly she said “I am a Business Analyst”

“Well I am a lecturer by profession and a writer by heart” I said hesitantly…I usually don’t like to confess that I am a writer…her reaction made me jump out of my seat…

“OMG you are a writer…WOW…I love writing I mean writers…I have never met anyone before…what do you write about…do you write for some magazine or you have column in some newspaper?”

Honestly I was not expecting this kind of reaction from her “Well I always wanted to write for a magazine but never took the pain of sending my work to any editor”

“Oh…so you don’t publish your work” she raised her one eyebrow

“No I do…I have a blog where I publish my writing”

“A blog…where on wordpress or blogger or tumblr”

To my surprise she was aware about blogging world…I haven’t seen any stranger who is not into writing knows about the blogging world “With Word Press…why”

“Oh…great…what’s your blog address?”

“thafreebird.wordpress.com”

“Okay…I will check it out for sure” she climbed to her seat which was above me

“I would be waiting for your response…good night”

“Night Night, sleep tight”

It was dark outside but moon light was making out the silhouette of every passing thing…I was thinking about her life…her husband her boyfriend and I never knew when I fell asleep …

Next morning we woke up early…as our train was about to reach Delhi…we both were enjoying our breakfast…lost in our thoughts…I said goodbye to her and wished loads of luck for her life and dragged my luggage near the gate as my station was about to come…few minutes later we reached the destination…with the help of a fellow passenger I unloaded the luggage from the train…I was about to call a coolie but something hit me hard…I ran back to my seat and asked her

“Are you Suhana?”

“Yes…but how do you know my name?”

“You have blog on wordpress ‘my life my love’”

“Yes…but how do yo…”

Before she could have finished…I rushed to the platform as the train had started moving…she called after me “Who are you?”

I laughed at her question “Go Figure It Out”

Till date I remember her expressions…she was so lost by my questioning…while walking out of the station it clicked me why I was having this strange feeling that I knew her…actually she was a blogger friend…whom I was following since few months…she used to share about her life and kinda mess she has created for herself…

After that meeting I never saw her on Word Press…I don’t know what happened to her or in her life…but it was really very strange meeting someone with whom you have always interacted virtually…she was a great friend and an inspiring person too…I don’t know where is she or what is she doing but I am sure she will find her way out of it…after all she was…oops…she is the woman of substance…

Love ❤ AARYA

PS…It is purely a fiction work

 

My Cocoon…

“Where are you Ed? You promised you will come back on time…but you didn’t…I am so sick of your bad habits…you never listen…I have trouble in sleeping alone…you know I can’t sleep without you…still you didn’t come…

Kids are fine…Rosy is expecting again…Mark & Jannet has decided to get married in fall…Victor got an offer letter from Berk  Shrine something…I don’t remember the exact name…

Ed you are not listening again…Your side of bed is still empty…I haven’t let anyone sleep on that side of the bed in last 15 years…its being so long I haven’t slept  Ed…why…because I was waiting for you to come home…

But now I am tired Ed…please come home honey…so that I can also close my eyes and never wake up again…” I woke up with a jerk…and let few moments pass…I turned around slowly and saw Ed who was fast asleep right next to me…god knows when did he walked in…I guess it was just a bad dream…I made my way in his arms…and slept peacefully in my cocoon…

Love AARYA