Thursday, April 7, 2011

Screaming beyond Silence!

Every movie or book we come across and is liked is because it has some deep correlation to the events of your life,some characters that resemble you or some characters that resemble the people you know closely.  I watched the movie The King's Speech (true story of King George VI ) and this movie brought back memories of my childhood and my days as a teenager.If you have seen the movie you must have guessed already but for those who haven't  ...yes I'm talking about the chronic stammering /stuttering that the king has to deal with.

No one learns to stutter when they learn to talk .It all starts due to some trigger event.I believe that stammering is more of a psychological problem that a medical one.My oldest memories of the problem that i recollect is when i was 5-6 years old and the elder boys that i played with made fun of it not knowing how much damage it is causing me.Its unfair to blame them as Hritik Roshan (a stammerer himself) says "it is one of those disabilities that is laughed at" and I believe it requires maturity and a proper understanding to realize that it is a problem ,which most young kids lack.

I dreaded going to the local store to buy bread or milk because the shopkeeper used to mock and repeat my words which sounded some what like  Ba- Ba- Ba  bread and Wa W w wafers. On couple of occasions the other customers just burst out laughing and i cried tears and went back running home.On one occasion a man tried to steal the 50 rupee note that i was holding in my hand for buying medicines and I couldn't even shout for help..words just wont come out..I came back home with the torn note which the fist of an 8 year old can hold.

Meeting people at public gatherings was always a pain as it required me to talk.to relatives.I avoided telephonic conversations because it made the listener impatient. School rapid reading sections were always pathetic and i wished the bell rang before my turn came in...when it didn't..I used to shift places with some other friends I had .
Omkar Shibad,Dhruv Mucchal,Aziz Bootwala,Vivek Changoiwala ,Umang Shukla ,Bhaswati Unni, Shruti Menon and Priyanka Pitti are some of the people who realized this discomfort and dared others not to laugh at me.I Thank them today.

Theres a difference between knowing the answers and answering them and I always chose not answering.Eating Samosa was much easier coz I couldnt ask for Wa wa wa wadapav unless the guy is looking at where I'm pointing.

The only times I did not stammer is when  prayed  or when I spoke to myself.

Time moved on I went to national college(considered to be one of the cool colleges as far as crowd is concerned) and while other boys were busy talking to girls I watched.Slowly and steadily by the beginning of engineering I spoke a bit and realized my views were appreciated and even needed by some.My mother has been my best friend and my coach..and I still remember the times I just couldn't stop stammering and her eyes would fill.

Today I want to thank all those people who suppressed their smiles while I spoke ..gave me time to complete my sentences and waited for my opinions on things.The only way to cure this is making their views felt needed and it requires more than just hearing ...do listen to them.

For any stammerer reading this remember a doctor or a coach can only teach you how to play the game ..but in the end its you who is on the playground . You alone can cure this .If you look inside and find reasons you'll get one strong reason which can bring out the never before side of yours waiting to be heard and cheered and scream beyond the silence and make it audible to everyone.

I know times have changed now..at times people wish I shut up and stop talking...but its been in there for all these years and now it feels good to hear myself out .Thank you for reading ..keep coming back to Ram's Realizations.

Click here for a list of stammerers....may be you'll find someone who you admired !


Friday, April 1, 2011

What Seems May Not Be What You Saw

My sister Sanjana and me were travelling in a rickshaw one evening and we tried to be not fed up with the traffic around. We started a game .All we had to was choose a color and identify the number of objects you can see in that color. She first chose yellow and we looked around on either sides of the rickshaw and found many things like the other rickshaws,clothes, boards, helmets, bikes, etc...after a while I said red...and we started to identify red things around us. It included the signals , the cars, clothes ,the interiors of our rickshaw and so on...we then took the game forward beyond colors to  find men with a beard...and women in burkhas ..



After a while a weird thing struck me and I asked her  when u were identifying red things did u even look at the yellow objects? and she said "haila no" , "When you were spotting men with a beard did u care what the other men looked like? " and she said " not at all". I was in as much amazement as she was .We both tried to look at both yellow and red together and we could ,but this time we missed all the other colors..





There are so many important people and things we have in life that we ignore just because WE don't think they are important to us.May be we are missing out on wonderful opportunities of receiving something very colorful.We stay so much in our own definitions of the world that we choose to look at everything that is happening through our custom made Mental Spectacles...Whom you consider a good person may not be and whom you think is bad may be otherwise.

We scream and fight with our parents and our loved ones just because they don't fit in the definition that you coined for them...just because at times your love doesn't seem red to you , we argue and fight to make the picture seem red..not realizing what color love actually is..
Like they say changing  the mirror wont make you look good , for once put you definitions down of good and bad and talk to someone without prior notions...the feeling is beautiful.Some one whom I considered dumb and stupid was just an introvert.Most Beautiful people are unhappy because their definition of beauty is something else..the mental spectacles they wear about beautiful is some other colour.


Colourblind vision

An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere, while a pessimist sees only the red stoplight... the truly wise person is colorblind.
Albert Schweitzer






Try to look at your friends and neighbors as if you saw them for the first time...try to look at your loved one as if you just met them ...try to look at your parents as if they are your friends' parents ..and you'd realize so many new things about them. For once try to look at your own house as it was some one else's ...try to wear your clothes as if you don't own them .Believe me its a wonderful experience.
"This world is a rosy garden , only if you are wearing red spectacles "
-Ram Santosh



Keep smiling and keep following and coming back to Ram's Realizations .Have a colour blind day! Bless all .







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