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Less ability does not make a lesser human being



Went to Central Institute on Mental Retardation, Trivandrum yesterday and saw these older students performing a classical dance and playing the sitar. It was amazingly synchronous and so beautiful, everybody was blown away. One of the kids (name's Arun) playing the Sitar, is non verbal and he can't hear. He learnt the sitar through observation of the hand movement.They played 'Raghupati Ravan Raja ram' and another church song, it was one of the most amazing moments ever.
Visited the vocational units too and saw the children learning all sorts of vocational activity like tailoring, book binding, making files, craft unit, chalk candle and soap unit.... many other things. They made this cup up here out of coconut shell, how neat is that....
Through dedicated and patient training anythin is possible.....

Comments

mazhalai said…
you have an awesome job!!!
Icychips said…
atleast, they got u to go to trivandrum!!
u into soap making now? remember the one u carved for me?
samuel davis said…
Trivandrum always my favourite place.
Very useful blog
Medow said…
'Raghupati Raghav Raja Ram' being played by Arun is quite a wonder!
Undeniably,he is an instrument in His mighty hands !!!
Wolfsong said…
hey have you seen that Oprah episode about the guys without legs who were cyclist and runner? It was awesome. What about that kid with no limbs? There was also this one with the Kennedy sister who started the special olympics and works with the disabled. It really is amazing to what these people prove to us over and over again that disability is a relative term.
cassius said…
i bet music and dance was for once a delight with a heart so open as to not find fault but to be lost in wonder at the spectacle

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