School for MD in Chennai

First time in India, a special school for Muscular Dystrophy students is inaugurated by Chennai Corporation on Thursday. In presence of Chennai Mayar M. Subramanian, deputy Chief Minister M.K. Stalin opened the school for children with MD in his own assemble constituency Thousand Lights. With adequate facilities for wheelchair movements in barrier-free environment and spacious restrooms with specially designed toilet seats, the school provides education along with physiotherapy and speech therapy.

The deputy chief minister says “the school is opened on past prime minster Rajive Gandhi’s birthday, who was interested on the development of youngster society. Not alone the corporation and government, even the service organization should take part in this to make it success.” It’s been 3 years since I heard the MDA announced to begin a special school for MD children and it happens at last. It seems there’re 3,000 MD patients in Chennai and about 30,000 throughout Tamil Nadu.

Being one and faced the trouble with MD, and going to school alike normal children is not easy, and many a students are forced to use wheelchairs when come to a certain age and period, and with the familiar Duchenne muscular dystrophy, students are dropped out of school for inconvenient. I agree, we need certain basic education to develop our knowledge and to communicate with world, and also to express about our sense and knowledge we gain through our experience.

So far 28 students have been registered with the school and the corporation teachers are trained to handle these students, the government is requested to provide special buses to this school. Must thank Union minister of state for Social Justice and Empowerment D. Napoleaon and Mayar M. Subramanian for being known the importance themselves and being a parents of MD children, must sure impressed upon leaders to open this school.

Report on inauguration here

Late Sunday Tale

I was near chengalpet last Sunday and it rained heavily for more than an hour in noon and I enjoyed it never like the one in lately. There we went to one of our grandma’s home and it lays outskirt of the town and being spacious and calm and surrounded by hills, I loved being there always and in our school days, it’s our most favorite place for vacation. And more than these all, I loved the company of my uncle and aunt – who was my best friend then, and we roamed everywhere along with them and my uncle had a bicycle and he take me around village’s, fields and we simply go and have a cuppa at the main road.

Today the life turned to be different, but memories constant and when I come across those places, I recollect the moments passed. Since my grandma’s family was moved near to Chennai, we hardly visit the place and home was closed almost with regular visit by uncle on week’s basis, and this time we went along with them just like that and had lunch and returned by evening. What makes this travel special was the heavy rain that last more than an hour and I enjoyed in the drizzle, along the fragrance of rain and pleasant weather, and as soon the rain stops I found interest on the dew drops on leaves and a millipede on multi pace.

We always take the road via thiruporur, since the road passes through villages, forest, and nature being and less traffic pollution. On this stretch I always come across monkeys and for nearly a km there are Palmyra trees grown both sides of the road, standing in a row making narrow the road. I always wonder looking at these trees how narrow they have been planted in a row and this place had come in some old movies. Passing through this way in night always seems scare and it remains very dark. It’s a single lane for ages and never turned to be better, and if any vehicles come at either side, one had to go off-road to leave way to other. Only few kms of this road had been widened and have smooth surface.

Being surrounded by forest and hills, this place receives monkeys often. They always come and sit on the walls and if we’re little careless they enter the home and take anything caught up there eyes and more or less make trees damage and mess up the walls. This time also I saw few monkeys and one caring its kid under its back. Grandma had recently painted her home in striking green color and made certain they aren’t exception in the current trend of painting homes in pretty colors. Unlike other places, it receives heavy rain always and few kms away from their home there was no evidence of showering and by evening we returned home via ECR.

Regret to those survive

For everyone death is certain and happens sometime in our lifetime, so why should we go in search of it. Life is to live until the death comes in any form and let it happen on its own, why do we need to drag in. Sometimes more than mourning, we regret for the dear ones whom gonna struggle without them and such a situation happened to one of my relative family today, because of the death of my uncle’s brother at young age, leaving alone his wife and two little children to survive. Thought they aren’t gonna left alone since they have more relatives and dear ones to take care, the space of a dad and husband can never be fill with anything. None can imagine a situation like that so easily and explaining children’s mind on missing their father is impossible, but it could be similar to Paris speech which makes tears overseas.

Being admitted to hospital for nearly a month long for ripe jaundice, in cause of liver damage and due to liquor addict, he lost his life today early morning after a daylong uncertain situation in his health and been sent off to home from hospital in no means of remedy. We aren’t long time relatives until my aunt was married to his brother and I also used to call him uncle and he do care and enquire me wherever we meet. I haven’t been practiced with him more and know what’s happening with his life through my aunt and cousins. He was married to the women he loved and have two little kids, one in age 8 and other in 5. Being addict to liquor, he faced many trouble in his personal life and have also been sent to rehabilitation center lately to get remedy from the drinking habit and as a result he comes out well in treatment to console everyone, but it never sustained and he began to catch up with drinks again.

I met him at last in an event three months ago and even that time he was in drunk. I met his children first time at the same event, those whom I have only seen in pictures until then. They are two cute kids and there mom introduced me to them as a brother, thus I’m bro to my cousins. Thinking about them now, I feel regret for their future without a father. It might not sense me more, but looking into other lives suffers without a father I could sense something great lose. What if I sense or not, who had to be sensed and thought have been failed to realize and fell into the ditch of death. I would say, he searched his death and if he was an individual it might not bothered much since it affects him alone and his dear ones for sometime, but what he had done gonna affect the dreams of three individuals.

Its hard to imagine a situation like this in my life and for these little kids who know or not what’s happening in their life, makes me worry where would they search their father in means of fear, source of love, welfare and what all struggle they go through. And this happened to a father, who loves children and not alone his own ones and generally a kind person at heart, but got ready to leave everything for the lust of liquor. Life is one’s to live and making it certain is in our mind and we’re steady even we struggle but they’re in hurry while enjoying freedom. My deep console and good wishes to there family.

foot prints of growth

Leaving its foot prints on trunk
grows the coconut tree
making certain aid to man
to climb and claim tender coconut

The moment I look into one
the trunk explains me life
that rose stepwise
to reach high state,
leaving foot prints like the trunk
it helps someone, to
follow the taste of success
like the tender coconut – healthy drink

Following the foot steps
and grasping on the trunk
one climbs the tree with ability,
and similarly befits the life and carrier.

Memories of Krishna Jayanthi

(I captured this art lately from a wall in my uncle's home.)

Keeping away my faith and disbelief, Krishna Jayanthi is a typical Hindu festival celebrates the birth of Lord Krishna - which falls today. Few years back I used to visit my grandma’s home on this occasion, since she celebrates the festival from her early days. Sometimes we (me & bro) put off to school on this day, showing reason that our friends in neighbor enjoying holiday, and visit our grandma’s home in evening or after return from school, incase went. After look after the tea shop along with grandpa, she would return home in evening and prepare for devotion. Those days aunt wasn’t married and its always fun being with her, and ever after marriage she used to visit on this occasion along with little kannan – my little cousin then.

On these occasion we used to see grandma to draw little foots of Kannan from the gateway in ground floor to first floor in home and she would draw those foots very beautiful and we also use to try with our little cousin’s feet, by dipping his foot on the dissolved rice flour and make him walk, but it isn’t easy to make him certain pace, so after few steps grandma would drew it with her hands. The pictures, idols and stores say that Kannan is cowherd, and hence grandpa has cows and buffalos, I thought then this was the reason why grandma celebrates this festival when mom doesn’t. There’s a kannan idol at grandma’s home and it’s one of a beautiful porcelain idol where in a shape of child kannan crawling with a hand full of butter.

On this day the idol was out off showcase and decorated by home jewels and kept on a table for worship, with brass lamps to glow at both sides. Seedai and Murukku made by grandma are kept in bowls at the table and being an ardent to the savory of seedai, I would be standing near the table, wait for the camphor to extinguish after worship to taste the seedai. Usually I don’t like butter and on this day they used to urge us to have little butter to taste, but I avoid it, thus aunt used to apply it on the mouth when I don’t expect. Once my little cousin was dressed like Kannan and he looks certainly sweet and till now that innocent face never conceal from memories and obviously it was the last time I remember I attended this festival.

There’re two types of seedai, one is salt and the other is jiggery, in these I love the jiggery seedai. The seedai is made of rice and urad dal flour, rolled like globe and dropped into the boiling oil pan and deep fried get us the tasty seedai. These days’ people buy seedai from stores and thus lose the zest of the festival and the keen tongues like us.

# Current song: Mukunda mukunda... one of my favorite from Tamil movie Dasavatharam