Yet another session at Rajendranagar

Good evening ladies and gentlemen,

Last Thursday, I had yet another wonderful session with the kids at Rajendranagar area, the slum adopted by the Center For Social Action, Christ College. I was assigned to teaching Mathematics to the 7th grade students. Along with me were 3 other exchange students - Win, Alex and Samantha. Win and Samantha were from USA, while Alex was from France.

We found that the students were way beyond eager to lap up all we could teach them. Those little brains struggled as we taught them the basics of Algebra. Though it was quiet alien to them at first, they soon caught up, and within a few minutes, they were virtually sucking us for more information. It was lovely to see those young minds perform on mathematical problems.

The four of us split up. Samantha handling three of students who did not know basic arithmetic,  Win handling 2 students with algebra, Alex battling with a girl who was finishing the sums she gave to her even before she paused for a breath, and me handling 2 students with basic algebra, and one with arithmetic.

Take my word for it, its a lovely sensation when you do something for someone, and know that it makes a difference, however small the “something” be. And being with those kids was not only fun, but also heartening, to feel that these were the future generation of our world, and to learn that we were setting up a proper platform for them to learn and grow.

Apparently, the kids enjoyed the session as well, since they treated us to the “Rajendranagar handshake” and hearty “bye”s as we left… Thus, we left behind another beautiful evening of fun and truth… We left behind another Thursday of taking out the humane side in us… We left behind, with our hopes set for the future sunrise, and the next Thursday :) .


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The flight of Her’s [poem]

Hello all,
A few days back, I faced with a dreadful enemy, what we commonly call “stress”. As in too much to do, too little time, and no one helping out. It so happened that the work I had delegated fell back on myself, and an assignment was preponed, thus very much toppling my schedule.

Quite unhappy, and depressed, I was struggling for happiness, in yet another forlorn period by our crack brained Computers in Communication teacher, when a flighty soul liberated me from all pain and suffering :) My fine feathered friend flew past our classroom, and showed me the better part of life and liberty. Thus, happiness liberated, I decided to dedicate a poem to my liberator in that dull and mundane period…

The flight of Her’s
[ written in thanks to a brown pigeon which saved my soul from ultimate depression and hate. thank you :) ]

‘Cross oceans, vast seas, lands she flew,
To find a realm, of peace, of hue.
Unwelcome darts did blockade every path,
Invited they, with open arms, Mars’ due wrath!

And as she flew through hearts of conflict,
A tiny beam, a ray, of hope did inflict;
She a happy bird, landed in joy,
To be confronted; Oh She! It was all a coy!

Into his heart, she flew in like the wind,
Trapped she was; the heart, she  found, had no mint!
A group,  and army, saddening that true heart,
She tried to med, alas it was beyond all chart!

In those depths of death, so dark,
She clutched onto that heart, that last mark.
And from darkness to light, she flew with him,
A rush of light, liberating his whim!

To be free, Oh freedom behold!
Into a rush of change; she did mould!
Thank you, my dear, for driving away the dark!
Thank you, thank you, my fair fond lark!

- Neo Garfield
4.7.2007

I hope that you grab the essence of the poem. Please do let me know about your views. Cheers :) And have a great week :)


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Unsuni… The unheard…

Good evening ladies and gentlemen,

I had the magical oppurtunity today of having watched a wonderful dance-drama show named the “Unsuni” meaning the “Unheard, done by the Darpana Arts and Drama society, about them whom where unheard in our society. It was a true eye opener, or in other words, it opened my eyes even more to certain facts which I was trying to deny, and oppose from existence.


The one and a half hour play discussed about 5 different stories, which were real life incidents, which happened in India. Happenings in the lives of a beggar, a farmer, a manual scavenger, a women’s whose family was massacared in front of her eyes due to socio-relegious issues, and a leper. All these people were denied the chance to justice or their rights. Their living conditions were miserable. They had no place to call their home. Their story was not heard. They had no way to claim their lives as true - the court denied their very existence!

But “they” lived on, and fought for their cause. They made the difference for their community. They made us, call “them” “us”, when we shouldnt have been calling “them” ‘them’ in the first place!

The play was so real and tantalizing, that I felt a part and gestalt of “our” very existence. The questions Unsuni rose, and the questions they answered, and the eyes they opened were eternal and infinite. If you have watched Unsuni, please do comment on your experiences. For the others, you can check out the Unsuni website (www.unsuni.net) for more information about the movement, the shows, the venues and so on…

You can obtain the script of the play on their “Sources” webpage.

Thank you dear reader. I hope you’ll go through the Unsuni script, and support Unsuni with all your heart. We can make a difference. What you and me are doing makes a difference. So lets make it!

Appreciate simple things…

Hello all,

Here’s a wonderful picture containing a wonderful meaning forwarded to me by my dear ex English teacher, Lakshmi ma’am.  It calls forth a message to appreciate the simple things in life… Go ahead, take a read. Take a few seconds to contemplate; for it might create that turn in life!

Simple things in Life...

    Have a great Sunday :)


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