"Why do they discriminate us? Why do they think we are the living-dead folks of the society? Why do they not consider us worthy? " asked my frustrated, visually challenged friends. And their concern was very very real. I remained quiet. My silence was just another word for my pain. I was in pain. I was in pain listening to their stories. I was in pain listening to what they had gone through. These questions ripped me apart from inside.
Every soul behind those light-less eyes has a story to say. A story which talks so much about us, the so called "normal people". A story so touching and filled with so much pain and restlessness, so much agony and frustration, so much anger and depression. Every story has millions of shattered dreams and scattered rays of hope. And the only possible reason behind every shattered dream is one of us, a normal person who has the luxury to see things, that's all. There is not another damn thing which can differentiate us from a visually challenged person.
I was shocked to know that visually challenged were hit by social crisis according to a study. The number of visually challenged getting help from councils has dropped by over 40% in six years. This is absolutely unacceptable. Sigh! Tough times.
Fighting against all odds, starting from waking up every morning to this cruel world, to becoming graduates, they gather all the available strength within them to lead a normal life. They understand very deeply that the ultimate value of life depends upon the power of contemplation rather than mere survival. Their disability wouldn't stop them from doing anything, they don't mourn about it. They bring joy all around, they still can skip, jump and hop. Their attitude is like a breathe of sun-shine everyday.
But they get bogged down severely by this society and their discriminating treatment. They get frustrated when some understanding pair of eyes are shut against their ability and desire to be treated like any other normal person."We die and survive everyday!" they cry out! What was the country before and what is it now?! How long can they hold on to what's in their head, how long before their heart speaks for them. It's a mean mean world.
The world we live moves in such a fast pace. But let us slow down for a moment and take a hard look at these lovely people's lives. I bet you will encounter such wonderment and amusement in every person's ability, that it will stay in your memory with you forever. We must treat them as normal people who mere can't see, but have a vision. Let us open our eyes which are stuck in darkness, open them towards an inclusive society where every person is respected for his abilities and not disabilities.We will try and do everything humanely possible and spread love around.
God created everyone alive on this earth. For him, all are exactly the same worth.
We must try and remove the thorns in their path and support them rather than becoming thorns ourselves.
Every soul behind those light-less eyes has a story to say. A story which talks so much about us, the so called "normal people". A story so touching and filled with so much pain and restlessness, so much agony and frustration, so much anger and depression. Every story has millions of shattered dreams and scattered rays of hope. And the only possible reason behind every shattered dream is one of us, a normal person who has the luxury to see things, that's all. There is not another damn thing which can differentiate us from a visually challenged person.
I was shocked to know that visually challenged were hit by social crisis according to a study. The number of visually challenged getting help from councils has dropped by over 40% in six years. This is absolutely unacceptable. Sigh! Tough times.
Fighting against all odds, starting from waking up every morning to this cruel world, to becoming graduates, they gather all the available strength within them to lead a normal life. They understand very deeply that the ultimate value of life depends upon the power of contemplation rather than mere survival. Their disability wouldn't stop them from doing anything, they don't mourn about it. They bring joy all around, they still can skip, jump and hop. Their attitude is like a breathe of sun-shine everyday.
But they get bogged down severely by this society and their discriminating treatment. They get frustrated when some understanding pair of eyes are shut against their ability and desire to be treated like any other normal person."We die and survive everyday!" they cry out! What was the country before and what is it now?! How long can they hold on to what's in their head, how long before their heart speaks for them. It's a mean mean world.
The world we live moves in such a fast pace. But let us slow down for a moment and take a hard look at these lovely people's lives. I bet you will encounter such wonderment and amusement in every person's ability, that it will stay in your memory with you forever. We must treat them as normal people who mere can't see, but have a vision. Let us open our eyes which are stuck in darkness, open them towards an inclusive society where every person is respected for his abilities and not disabilities.We will try and do everything humanely possible and spread love around.
God created everyone alive on this earth. For him, all are exactly the same worth.
We must try and remove the thorns in their path and support them rather than becoming thorns ourselves.
