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The Idea

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Sunday, the 27th of July,2008.

There was something about that little kid-perhaps it was just the fact that he was very tiny. With a poise and calm that somehow blended well with his physical stature, he stood up to speak his name.I noticed he was a favourite among the students as well.

From then on, he came to my attention now and again, but with just as much of a casual glance that I placed on the others.I asked them the usual ice-breaking questions- Who played cricket, whether they really liked school, what they did when they got back home....He wasn't so much of an active participant.

Then at the end of the class he touched my feet. Perhaps it was something he was told to do back home.


But for that, I wouldn't have understood where I belong.





Epilogue:

Over a period of time with these kids, I've realised one thing. The idea is not about doing a favor.Its about how my role in their life is interspersed with their role in mine.

The idea is, to infuse the ideal that the Addidas tag carries-"Impossible is nothing"- and then to actually see it work through them...

Comments

Nice blogspace u have got here.. Just could see that your writings are so abstract .. ever thought of writing abstract stories ?
Artist 21 said…
Hey..I liked this post of yours
Can relate in a way :)
Anonymous said…
and i wonder each time i visit ever so once in few weeks how many months before the next one-doesn't stop me from keeping coming back to check..
leaves me in contemplation da.... i am yet to figure u out.. but perhaps that's the charm and fun in it eh? ;-)
keep writing aish.. sumday they may make sense to me and i wil know that i hav learnt and grown ;-)
hope all else is well otherwise, tc.
Shunyata said…
Hi Vinod,
Thank you for the suggestion. Will try to implement it in the near future!

Michelle,
Thank you for dropping in! I hope ur doing well in UK. Glad I was able to establish connection with your mind processor.

Charan,
Thank you for your continued interest in my blog - I see I manage to make u dizzy, although I s'pose that's all I'm good at. Let me know when ur in need of something just as contemplative -I'll throw in another puzzler!
Artist 21 said…
establish a connection with your mind processor? hahaha
hun we're not yet robots :P that age is yet to come...

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