Overall it was a fun day and the bright one with all the smils on those faces.
Sunday
The Great India
Last saturday our group (snehnidhi) organized a collage competition for the street kids at Herman day care centre at, Shivaji Nagar station. "Mera Bharat Mahaan" was the obvious choice for the target. Ani and Poo organized all the show with Amit being the main logistics person right from scissor to gum. I should say that children were more than enthusiastic. They looked professional in their true sense, picking up the best of the pictures reflecting their interests in various things. Like one guy was after pulsar big time, one wanted all cricket starts to be on the board inluding Steve waugh and I'd to control another who seemed fanatic about the movies :) Girls were more sincere and creative. Poo group came out to be the best because they had selected best of the images covering most of the aspects of our country. Our group was the first to finish but out of sheer enthu had included a bunch of foreigner in depicting the great heritages of India. After a long time, I got to participate in such kind of event. This wasn't all...we got to see one more hidden talent of the girls there. Candle making...The picture says it all.
Overall it was a fun day and the bright one with all the smils on those faces.
Overall it was a fun day and the bright one with all the smils on those faces.
Saturday
Looking beyond the glasses
Thursday evening, all of a sudden I started having stress in front of monitor and the next day I found myself sitting in a clinic waiting for the doctor to come. And then my eyes met with the random alphabets in different sizes placed at a distance from a chair, on which I was supposed to sit and read, in presence of the doctor.
It took me in the memory lanes years back when I was in my 10th standard, and I found myself sitting with my dad waiting for my turn to come for an eyes checkup. I was having severe watering problem and I knew seeing my condition, a recommendation for specs were inevitable. But in no case I was going to accept it. I just culdn't imagine what will my friends say after seeing me with specs. Typical problem with teenage. I obviously cudn't bribe the doctor, and he definitely couldn't understand my problem, even if I had dared to explain it in presence of my dad. And in this helpless situation, those small, big alphabets flashed in my eyes and I knew what am I going to do. Next 5-10 minutes I spent in remembering them by heart in those particular orders. When my turn came, I was so confident in reading them, that doctor found himself with no option but to perscribe just some medicines. This is how I got my first escape from the glasses. Just the reverse happened in my 11th standard. I had a chapter in my English curriculum 'Looking beyond the glasses' where the author narrates his first time experience of wearing the spectacles in the most beautiful manner, portraying it like best ever happened thing in life, and soon I realized I was dying for it. But my eyes won't betray me this time and I never got the chance.
So thinking, this is my chance to see the world thru specs, I was all excited. But doctor just advised me to use anti-glare screen and some eyes exercise for a couple of weeks. Today morning I went for the first exercise. It was sort of funny. I was shown a boy and a girl with a tree in between and asked to rotate some screw till I can see two trees. I rotated it till the end, yet there was a single tree. Dr. insisted, it should be two. I was about to suggest her, there are other ways to make a thing look two or three;), if that's the hardcore requirement. Anyway I 'njoyed it. But in the evening also it happened like that and she told me that I have a vision better than normal people, so no exercise for me :( Seems like I'll have to wait for some more time. But I've managed to order for the antiglare glasses in this whole episode. Happy Seeing!
It took me in the memory lanes years back when I was in my 10th standard, and I found myself sitting with my dad waiting for my turn to come for an eyes checkup. I was having severe watering problem and I knew seeing my condition, a recommendation for specs were inevitable. But in no case I was going to accept it. I just culdn't imagine what will my friends say after seeing me with specs. Typical problem with teenage. I obviously cudn't bribe the doctor, and he definitely couldn't understand my problem, even if I had dared to explain it in presence of my dad. And in this helpless situation, those small, big alphabets flashed in my eyes and I knew what am I going to do. Next 5-10 minutes I spent in remembering them by heart in those particular orders. When my turn came, I was so confident in reading them, that doctor found himself with no option but to perscribe just some medicines. This is how I got my first escape from the glasses. Just the reverse happened in my 11th standard. I had a chapter in my English curriculum 'Looking beyond the glasses' where the author narrates his first time experience of wearing the spectacles in the most beautiful manner, portraying it like best ever happened thing in life, and soon I realized I was dying for it. But my eyes won't betray me this time and I never got the chance.
So thinking, this is my chance to see the world thru specs, I was all excited. But doctor just advised me to use anti-glare screen and some eyes exercise for a couple of weeks. Today morning I went for the first exercise. It was sort of funny. I was shown a boy and a girl with a tree in between and asked to rotate some screw till I can see two trees. I rotated it till the end, yet there was a single tree. Dr. insisted, it should be two. I was about to suggest her, there are other ways to make a thing look two or three;), if that's the hardcore requirement. Anyway I 'njoyed it. But in the evening also it happened like that and she told me that I have a vision better than normal people, so no exercise for me :( Seems like I'll have to wait for some more time. But I've managed to order for the antiglare glasses in this whole episode. Happy Seeing!
Story of money
When I was in 5th, 6th standard, my class teacher used to get a salary of 300 Rs per month. I remember once him flashing 3 new 100 rupees note in front of me with a proud mentioning of his salary. The senior most teacher was getting paid 550. You can guess about the rest. I knew from my civics book that President of India is the top most authority of the country and he gets paid 15 k per month. My neigbourhood barber used to get paid 1 rupee 50 paise for my haircut, that too after a lot of scolding from my m'om that he hasn't done it right. The icecream with cocunut was 10 paise and w/o coconut 5 paise. The guy who used to sell it could make 7 to 10 rupees a day in the peak season. Yet they were all happy. So I never felt that money is too important a factor in life.
As I grow up and we shifted to Delhi, I saw that people have more money than what I thought is required. They even have washing machine, car and vcer. It took me a while to realize that they actually need it to live comfortably. Moreover my school fee there was almost double the monthly sal of my class teacher, and milk was costly too. So I had to revise my view on importance of money a little bit accordingly.
When I joined college and stayed in hostel, my monthly expense was between 1500 to 2000. An extra 200 or 300 bucks were luxary as I could buy a jeans or t-shirt from tank road. That time I thought 5k should be a decent amount for a person to live a comfortable life.
Whatever way it'll go in future, one thing I've seen that mind has the amazing capability to stretch and shrink itself to give you the same level of comfort and joy, irrespective of how fat or thin is your pay cheque. The only thing that matters and vary with individuals is the duration in which it's able to adopt. Signing off with these thoughts....
As I grow up and we shifted to Delhi, I saw that people have more money than what I thought is required. They even have washing machine, car and vcer. It took me a while to realize that they actually need it to live comfortably. Moreover my school fee there was almost double the monthly sal of my class teacher, and milk was costly too. So I had to revise my view on importance of money a little bit accordingly.
When I joined college and stayed in hostel, my monthly expense was between 1500 to 2000. An extra 200 or 300 bucks were luxary as I could buy a jeans or t-shirt from tank road. That time I thought 5k should be a decent amount for a person to live a comfortable life.
I heard people saying that Govt. jobs are best paying and most secured. Moreover you don't have to worry about work. But whenever I had a chance to interact with such people in different offices, I developed a sort of disliking for their profession and a pity for them because they had lost their relatedness to others, in order to keep themselves in the rat race just to get few extra bucks in bribe.
I started my career with a pay of 8k, out of which I was getting only 5 in hand; but I was able to save substaintial amount. An extra 3k, and a subsequent hike was a sweet dream going to be true after 6 months. Life was beautiful even then with the same level of comfort feeling. 25 k was the max I could think that I should earn after years in order to have a sense of fulfillment in my career and to do everything I want to do in life.
Now when I have excelled in my field and getting paid much more than what I really can spend, I am still poised with the same problem. To what extent I should run after money. Now I understand the question is not how much I do need, but more like how much am I worth for, and the striving always has been to increase the worth for self.
Whatever way it'll go in future, one thing I've seen that mind has the amazing capability to stretch and shrink itself to give you the same level of comfort and joy, irrespective of how fat or thin is your pay cheque. The only thing that matters and vary with individuals is the duration in which it's able to adopt. Signing off with these thoughts....