December breeze

Let me speak - Laila Saein

I was returning home after my teacher’s training course. One of my friends,  Mohammed was with me. We shared a rear seat. It was shivering cold, so we closed the shutter. A six hour journey awaied us. We slept for some time and the warmth of the Sun awakened us. Once opened, the window exhibited a sun draped in mist.

A Sun painted with scarlet and orange reminding us of our college campfire.

Bus stopped with a jerk at a small time. Time for breakfast.

I could see some people frying sweet eatable like `Neyyappam` ,~Unniyappam` and `Ada`

There was a temple of worship and young girls clad in half saree with hair covered by jasmine flower. Was I day dreaming? It was such a perfect picture of village innocence. We bought some `Neyyappam` a sweet food item made with jiggery and rice powder and ghee.

One old man stood beside me and he was also buying something, paying with jingling coins. I didn’t mind him. When conductor rang the bell we jumped into our bus and repossessed our seat. The old man was trying to enter the bus. Then, then only we recognized he was blind. His burning yellow eyes shocked us. He had no footwear and his wrinkled face was covered by greying stubble.

Conductors’ face reddened with anger. He shouted at the man:

“Old man, get out of the bus”

The well-dressed ladies and gentlemen acted as if they were asleep or turned their emotionless mugs away from the scene. My friend and me pleaded with the conducter, then we got angry.

We caught his hands and found room for him in our seat. He sat with his companion, an old but soft and smooth (due to constant use) stick and smiled at the world in general.

We reminded the conductor the bus was a public transport medium and it`s a right of everyone to travel in it.

The conductor was looking at the old man`s shabby and crumpled dress and appearance, muttering something to himself. The bus reached another stop.

“Get down here. This bus won`t get you to your destination!” The conducter shouted grinding his teeth.

“You want to say something, then you too get down here”

Cross roads. Though we tried to prevent, the conductor succeeded in getting him out of the bus.

The bus started to roll towards the destination of the chosen few .

We turned back and I could see the old man who stood forsaken and abandoned by a road that led nowhere.

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Oh I believe

Village Literature

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Pooja Sheth

Bangalore

Waiting for the ship to come back
Waiting for my beloved to wave

The red and blue scarf

Once I pressed to his beating heart

Oh I believe in yesterday...

It was just a while ago

That I bid him goodbye

A tiny tear rolled out of my eye

A silent sob escaped through a smile

I trusted he'd return

...As I saw the ship that

Looked like a toy before it disappeared into oblivion..

A tiny tear rolled out

Again. This time,

A sigh escaped through the smile

I knew I saw the red and blue scarf

The ocean transformed

my tear into a pearl

I had my gift!

Just yesterday.. I had my gift..

I trusted my, oh his ocean

and she returned my gift

but only my gift....

The Third Girl

Village Literature
The Third Girl > Chapter 1

Cinderella`s shoe

Faded light from the tall windows of ‘Cinderella`s Shoe Restaurant’, which we call Immy`s Place, fell flat on the dark road. The yellow piece of light looked like a dirt laden carpet.

“What shall I offer you young lady ?”

Everything was strange, but that strangeness itself was familiar to me. I have never been at Immy`s place after 5 and I have never seen Irany`s shop closed and I have never felt this lonely ever before. But still everything seemed familiar.

Ismail sat opposite me and threw a keen look.

“Anney, what would you like to have?”

A voice that carried all the goodness of humanity, at that moment felt hollow.

“Anney…..”

I lurched forward and cried aloud.

I clutched my tummy as if hit by a violent stomach ache.

“I didn’t have anything the whole day, not even a drop of water….”

Ismail gently picked me up, softly but firmly guided me towards the cubicle walled with tinted glass.

“I`ll be back”

The half door closed with a click.

“KABEER!! “

Immy`s resonant voice failed to comfort me.

 For the first time in my life I found crying was a comfortable act and  went on crying and the dry, chilly wind from the lake side kept me company. By the time cries subsided to voiceless sobs Immy came back with hot water. Gently he dipped a tissue paper and washed my face dry.

 I must have looked wild! He picked up dry leaves and pieces of yellow grass from my springy hair.

“Annie, Kabeer will bring hot Biriyani soon. Me too very hungry. Let`s have dinner together.”

I smiled. Immy ran his palm over my forehead. His hands , always were like freshly baked bread. I used to tell him, he is like a hot furnace in a harsh winter, oozing warmth and care.

Kabeer brought a large tray filled with many dishes.

“Ice creaaaaaam!!”

Kabeer hurried out to meet the demand of an impatient child.

Ismail served me. I looked at his lean, tall figure.  How did I reach here? The obvious reason should be, he is the only one I am close with outside school, but more than that he reminded me of something else. Something very precious and rare that it hasn’t even acquired a name at all.

Wolf hunger devoured everything in a jiffy and when I burped he lifted his left arm from my shoulder and poured hot water in an ornamental steel glass.

Ismail dipped my fingers in the jug filled with hot water and washed it, one by one. I closed my eyes. I could feel Immy wiping my lips with tissue.

Tears rolled down.

 “Pappa…Oh Pappa…”

******************

How long did I sit there in the cubicle ?!

I walked out, barefooted. An electrifying shiver shot through my entire being when my right toes hit a table. Wincing with pain, dragging my right leg, I reached the cash counter where Immy was seated. He was chatting  with a robust young man, who looked like Military. A lady was with him and she wore a saree  , the colour of campfire. She stared at me.

Immy came forward with a green jacket. He gently placed it over my shoulders. When he buttoned it I looked like an adjutant in a war movie who lost both his arms in combat.

“This will keep you warm.”

Excusing himself to the couple, he led me out.

 It was dark, very dark. The brutal wind slapped my face and I gasped for breath. At the other end of the road I could see a small bus and the blue sign of the school gleamed.

Ismail lifted me up into the bus.

Hands from the dark clutched mine and made me sit in a chair by a window.

 Nightmarish.

“Let`s go. GO, GO !! “

Geetha Miss .Her voice trembling  was breathing heavy behind.

From the window slowly I could feel a cool wind on my face.

Someone took my right hand and started to weep.

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A column for Acts and Thoughts of Kindness

 

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Have you ever feared life more than death?

Have you ever been used as a tool to generate sympathy?

Have you ever slept on a street naked with a dirty bit of cloth hardly covering your precious genitals?

Have you ever been patronized to such an extent that you start feeling you no longer belong to the same species?

Have you ever found it extremely intricate to differentiate between food and mud?

Have you ever been so hungry that your stomach deflates twice its size and even if you wanted to eat you couldn’t?

Have your own parents beaten you close to death and threatened you to beg for a living?

Have you ever slept on a stone bed and a rock hard pillow?

Have you been forced to market yourself as a cripple to earn a penny?

Have you ever been looked down upon with contempt by every other passerby on the street?

Have you ever looked down upon yourself with contempt?

Have your limbs been cut off just to generate sympathy?

Have you ever slept next to a rabid dog?

Have you ever earned a living when you were hardly a year old?

Have you ever looked at yourself with utmost disgust?

Have you ever regretted every second of your damned life in this cruel world?

Have you ever felt like shit?

Have you ever forgotten your birthday?

Have you ever slept on the same platform where dogs and rats urinate?

Have you ever tried begging? Not to God for mercy but to a human for alms!

You want me to find a job and let me earn my living?

So, why don’t you hire me?

So, why don’t you provide me with education? 

So, why don’t you adopt me?

So, why don’t you erase my past and give me a future?


Empathized and recorded by,

Prasanna Nandakumar.

10 reasons why people like GOOGLE

         From Wayanad eUsergroup

1.     Google can be Your calculator

Type a math problem into  the search box and Google will compute it.

2.     Google can be your Dictionary

Type ‘define’ forward by any English word into search box, and Google will give you quick definition at the top of search box.

3.     Translate into Other language

Google support translate one language into other

4.     Google can be your remainder

Type & set remainder on Google calendar.. They will send by sms or e-mail

5.     Get an instant stock quote

Type a stock ticker symbol into search box to get a stock quote and chart on any public company listed on the NASDAQ, BSL etc.

6.     Maps, driving & satellite views are one click away

The fastest way finding to your destination is to enter a city and state[or just a zip code] into search box

7.     Get PG-rated result

A search on a serious topic like sex-education might trigger objectionable material, So Google provides an optional safe search filter to keep results family-filter. Click preference link next to the search box to views and adjust the safe search settings

8.     Dial GOOGL when you’re on the GO

Get phone number, directions, movie time, stock quotes, and more delivered to your cell phone. Send text message with your query to the number 09773300000 [for India ] and the search engine  will send message you back with answers.

9.     I’m Feeling Lucky

Enter a search term and click this button on the Google home page to the bypass a long list of results and go directly to the top-matching web page for your term

10.  Start Google Account

Everything is available expect life.. G-mail [Mailing ], Orkut [Social networking], YouTube [Video Broadcasting], Blogger [Blog your creativity], Books [ Collection of books], News [What happen in this World], Realtime [Latest searches], Photos [Explore the unexplored with Picasa ], smslabs [SMS groups], Google Group [Share your ideas with mails], and more………

-Sarathlal, Wayand e Usergroup

Let`z Communicate - better Life Lessons

Introduction

Why we do this?

• It`s all a question of reaching out. We have just put down the acclaimed work of Cynthia Voight titled `Dicey`s Song`. The entire piece of literature is about Letting Go and Reaching Out. Here in our two roomed university called AFRC we wish to reach out…again.

The better way we feel is to share our way of education, our philosophy of life (if we may call it) and how we tried to reach out. This series of lessons will be showcasing the lessons we learned first, and then taught to students who belonged to the age group of 8 to 65. We have been sincere to our students and didn`t they pay back in style?

The entire success of our educational methodologies belongs to the real students of Wayanad who were denied the art called `Communication` from their syllabus in schools and colleges. Very happily we conclude this introduction.

We wish to communicate wisth you and people like you. We would also love to share your lifelessons in our village blog.

love,
Laila Saein
Anil Emage
Teachers, Ex- Journalists :)

contact us > ylpwayanad@gmail.com

A hug, a kiss, nothing more - Jesal Sheth

a.Emage

Care - A column dedicated to acts of kindness

Jesal Sheth

I visited a school for the mentally challenged at NIMHANS today.

 I entered the building with the feeling of apprehension and a few questions pondering over me- what would the kids look like? What do i go and do in there? What would i talk to them? Would it be ok if I touch them?

And many more of this sort...the moment I entered a classroom, i saw all the kids sitting without making any noise. Some played with blocks and clay while the others wrote in their books. From one corner of the room, i saw a girl smiling at me.

 I left all my inhibitions aside, walked up to her, smiled at her and shook hands. I was told that she is a 13 year old who is mentally like a 3 year old and thus, couldn't do anything that a normal 13 year old could. Also, i met a 10 year old boy whose mental age was that of a 2 year old. The moment i saw him, my heart melt...tears rolled down my cheeks as i hugged him. He had a cleft lip and a cleft palate. He was sitting in one corner of the room doing nothing! I was told that he sits there all day, every day doing nothing. I was overwhelmed. It was truly heart wrenching! At that moment, I thanked God for everything that i have...for giving me the best of everything-the best parents and family to the best physical and mental health one could get.

 Those kids were born to parents just like ours, but weren't fortunate enough to lead a normal life like we are... Those kids are living on the edge and all they need is a little care, support, love and respect to keep them going. Well, everyone wants to be respected, loved, cared, and supported by others. And so do they. Is it so hard for us to give them all this?-Just a little care and love which would give them a reason to lead a beautiful life ahead...? No...i don't think it is that hard. No one is SO busy that they can't spare an hour or two on the weekends to spend some time with them..!

To bring a smile onto someone's face is the best thing one could ever do! :-) And if something as simple as a smile and a hug from you could do that, then you SHOULD do so! :) the happiness you get by seeing someone smile because of you is priceless!

Try it and you'll love every moment of it! :-)

Readers are requested to mail personal experience like this to us. Maila us -  ylpwayanad@gmail.com

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Let Go - The Third Girl

Let me start my column `Let Go`

with the story of Annie.

Annie never happened in my life,

and her friends Priya or Nelly

or Thimothy.

Nor the steppe they

used to tredge.

But something else is happening right around me

which I would like to share.

This column gives me

amazing freedom, for

I am not writing anything to convince,

it makes me feel totally liberated.

1.  

Let Me Speak - Laila Saein

Country Roads

Lead Me Home

Or the story of the lost cat

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When we were sitting in front of the laptop I asked Anil: “What should I write? What am I supposed to write?”

“You just think yar, let it come out pal. You may write about our library, life in general”

“Oh, I am thinking…let it be the feelings and thoughts drifting to and forth, right? “

“Ok”

Last day we had a training session in a small Govt. school at the village of Varadoor. After the class we had to walk a lot. With an empty stomach singing, normally people don`t like , but always we like to walk. We immensely enjoy that walking, basking in the hot sun, through paddy fields along the country roads.

Now its reaping time. So the fields are painted golden. We felt the purity of the wind brushing our cheeks. One of our students, one village lass disappeared through the paddy fields like a small bubble. We liked to walk along the bank of the  rivulets beside the paddy fields barefooted.

We discussed about life, about the girl , where she will reach in her life, and what is her wishes and her destiny .We sat at the bus stop, in fact a rough bamboo bench, it was, shaded by trees. Unfortunately, the camera was not with us.

One cat was howling around for food, we felt like it was lamenting for something else. The bus stand is located at a junction where three roads lead to three destinations.After searching around, abit of confusion over, the cat walked in the direction of Mananthavady.

“Anil, we have different ways ahead of us. How should we know which is the right path?”

“We don`t know where life will take us. The better thing is lead life before life leads you.”

Our bus to Kalpetta came, spreading dust and destination all around and we jumped in. I looked back for the lost cat.

Let`s Smile - Geethanjali Mohan - Librarian

LIBRARY INAUGRATION

 On 14 th November we inaugurated a library for children.  I was really excited to know that I am the librarian of the library. It is a really a great responsibility for to me. That a girl studying in X- STD to get an opportunity to be a librarian. This library is meant for children conducted by children itself. We know today all are loosing the habit of reading so when Anil Emage said this idea of setting up a library we felt it is nice . We got books from a Professor KRISHNAVENI MAM Mumbai IIT .She sent us lots of books. The inauguration was done by the famous painter Paris Mohan Kumar sir .It was a great opportunity to meet a man like him .This library was not because of one`s hard work. It`s a team work. I thank LeadCapper Vidyadhar for shipping the books from Mumbai. The books we received from Mumbai IIT, we listed it and arranged them and a lot of children are coming and taking the books. On that day different media reporters came. They where very excited to see the children are involving n such programmes. I must really thank Anil Emage and Laila saein for giving me this great opportunity . For an outsider the post of the librarian may be not worth, but this responsibility will make me a responsible person

Let Go - Anil Emage

Friends,
Welcome to my humble collection of words, which I would like to term `Let Go` for no particular reason, but for the strong intuition that if I let go of something clinging on to me, I might be able to find something else, perhaps better or bitter, which time alone can tell. Welcome to my inner space and I will be glad if you could find something here which might stir a chord, somewhere. Soon I shall be posting entries in this column alongwith other members of the Village Library.

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