Care to donate any story books?

A school for the underprivileged in Bangalore would welcome your story book contribution. Their wish list on Amazon is here. A story book collection drive launched in 2009 was successful, but I wish to continue the effort.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving

colourful friendship poster words pictures, backgrounds and images
Dear Readers,
I know this is not a festival that is celebrated in India, well not as yet. But Thanksgiving Day is a wonderful festival.
We do have our own harvest festival or rather spring festival - Holi, while Thanksgiving also has its genesis to the harvest season, the beauty of it is that people sit back and really consider what they should be thankful for. Isn't this beautiful?
I am thankful for my wonderful family members and friends, including some real friends whom I haven't met in person. Some are overseas others are in India, yet they have stood by me whenever required. I will not name them here, I just want to express my thanks for having them.
And I leave you with a blog post from another friend whom I haven't met in person, Mary Lascelles who participated in a great project in Gujarat India.
A big thank you, again, to all my friends.
Source of the poster
Best,
Lubna

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Children of a Better God


Dear Readers,

I recently read a book,viz: Children of a Better God, by Susmita Bagchi. I leave you with my review.

Happy Eid.

Best regards,
Lubna


What is our first impulsive reaction when you see a child afflicted with cerebral palsy? Unless we are aware, we tend to think that the child would also be having a low IQ and would be unable to learn and find a place in society. Nothing can be further from the truth. These children are perfectly normal mentally, even as they may be physically disabled.

The author, Susmita Bagchi, happened to attend a Christmas party at the Spastics Society of Karnataka and saw for herself how these children do not wallow in self pity but make the best of what life has on offer. Soon thereafter she went to the Society to buy some greeting cards made by the students and met the Principal of the School run by this Society. The Principal expressed her anguish that most people are totally ignorant about cerebral palsy and society does not really accept these children. This exchange of conversation prompted Susmita to pen this book to make us more aware of the issues faced by such children. She spent time volunteering at this Society and was touched by the grit, determination and courage of the students and their caretakers. While the characters and some events in this book have been fictionalised there is nothing fictional about the issues, the struggles, the disappointments and dreams of these children and those who take care of them.

The main character in this book is Anupurba who is forced to return to India from the USA, owing to her husband’s transfer. In the USA, she was an art teacher and is now finding time hanging heavily on her hands. She runs into a university friend and is introduced to Asha Jyoti, a school for children afflicted with cerebral palsy. Overcoming her initial fears, she volunteers as an art teacher. While she teaches the children to mix paint and obtain various shades in their paintings, it is she who learns a valuable lesson of how never to quit in the face of adversity.

While the language of this book is simple, it packs a powerful punch. Some events even made me cry. A big bonus is that it contains photographs of the drawings/paintings of the children of the Spastics Society of Karnataka (the cover of the book is also one such painting). These drawings are beautiful and detailed. They radiate joy and happiness; you can see flowers, smiling faces, a man sailing up with a bunch of balloons. Courage, faith and optimism shines through every page of this book. For instance, this book also depicts Noor, a student of this school who today manages the Health Centre run by Asha Jyoti.

There are many Noor’s in this world, some of whom have been given a chance to be part of society, yet others are waiting in the shadows. If you can volunteer your time do find out about the Spastics Society in your city and reach out, or alternatively donate.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Chhath Puja at Chowpatty beach



Dear Readers,

During my walk yesterday at Chowpatty beach, I came across an interesting sight. All along the shore line, a bit away from the sweep of the waves, but on the wet sand, women had hoisted sugarcanes, beneath which were kept offering of fruits and there were tiny flickering earthern lamps (dias). It all looked so pretty. These groups of women were also decked out in their finery - read bling, bling clothes, generally sarees.

Well, the crowds of people and the occassional fireworks which they bursted did not leave me with much space or even inclination to walk. I stood and watched.

I learnt that it was the Chhath Puja - puja of the sun, this time the setting sun. And as the sun began to set, they entered the sea, and floated these flickering earthen lamps to be carried away by the waves, gently towards the setting sun.

In this puja, which is carried out by North Indians, especially people originating from Bihar, the devotees offer their prayers to the setting sun and then the rising sun in celebrating its glory as the cycle of birth starts with death. It is seen as the most glorious form of Sun worship.

India sure is a land of diverse cultures. There is so much to learn, even while taking a simple walk at the beach.

Have a nice weekend.
Best,
Lubna

Photographs taken with my blackberry camera on November 12, 2010 (the photographs are not sharp, as the sun was fast setting and it was getting dark).

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

It is pouring in Mumbai again



Dear Readers,

At this time of the year, we do not get rains, the monsoon ends latest by mid-September. Yet the sky is overcast and it is raining and the fishing boats are on the beach and not at sea.

I hope I will be able to walk on Chowpatty beach tomorrow.

I cannot imagine how the fisher folk weather the sea in these tiny boats. Brave people.

Best regards,
Lubna

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Lives of Great Men...


Dear Readers,

Sometimes, you are forced to go slow.... let me not delve deeper into this, but just leave this statement as it is.

Yet, while going slow may appear difficult, it is vital to adjust. I went for a long walk today along Chowpatty beach. I could not but help taking this photograph, as it reminded me of one of my favourite poems.

An extract is below:

A Psalm of Life


...Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.


Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wishing you all a very HAPPY DIWALI.

Best regards,
Lubna