Kuldeep
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A short narration on the behalf of Kuldeep (in first person format):
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You may have heard the mellifluous and popular Hindi song of Mukesh, 'Jeena yahan marna yahan...' and might have appreciated its philosophical connotation, but I can never relate to one of its phrase, which is, 'Jab chaho tum mujhko aawaaz do...' because I have never heard anything, not even my name.
At the time of my birth, my mother thought of me as their 'kul-deepak' and thus named me, Kuldeep but when people around me came to know about my malfunctioning auditory ossicles and realized that this world is a deafening silent place for me, everyone started calling me by inaudible and sometimes unbearable names.
It hurts my mother even now but she has came a long way bearing this torture and now, she gave up her resistance to this hard reality.
So, now you may be wondering, what I speak, when I have never heard anything, other than silence. Yes, your guess is right, when input is 'silence', output is also 'silence'. So, this mute kul-deepak, alias 'Gunga', has learnt to imitate the up-down & left-right movement of lips from people like you but till date nobody understands it better than my mother, who catered to all my childhood needs just by reading my eyes and lips' movements. Later, it became little easier for others also after these movements got synchronized with my 'body language'. So now this word, 'body language', has the secret of my almost normal life among the abled human beings and all disabled beings like me.
Very few humans care about the emotions or rather silent cries of a cow, a dog, a cat or anything that walks on their hands and legs but I can very much understand and relate to them, empathetically. I have the distinct ability of quickly deciphering the truth among the unnecessary (sometimes suger-coated) words because I believe more on the movement of your facial muscles, eyes, hands and torso, in particular and their coordination, in general.
Thus, literally speaking, I can definitely hear you but not your words. I will analyze/judge you from your actions/movements and not words. Some people get doubts about my mental growth and grey matter in the absence of auditory inputs and verbal outputs. I can't convince everyone but let me just affirm that my neuromuscular coordination, memory and cognitive skills entrusts me while driving, cooking, swimming and all other skills necessary to run a family consisted of my wife, 3 young daughters and my parents without anyone's help.
I will conclude by requesting you to treat me at par, as I am not just an ordinary but an extraordinary human being with wider horizons of communication including the unsaid words of my silent world.
The poet 'Musafir' has summarized my emotions in the following lines:
At the time of my birth, my mother thought of me as their 'kul-deepak' and thus named me, Kuldeep but when people around me came to know about my malfunctioning auditory ossicles and realized that this world is a deafening silent place for me, everyone started calling me by inaudible and sometimes unbearable names.
It hurts my mother even now but she has came a long way bearing this torture and now, she gave up her resistance to this hard reality.
So, now you may be wondering, what I speak, when I have never heard anything, other than silence. Yes, your guess is right, when input is 'silence', output is also 'silence'. So, this mute kul-deepak, alias 'Gunga', has learnt to imitate the up-down & left-right movement of lips from people like you but till date nobody understands it better than my mother, who catered to all my childhood needs just by reading my eyes and lips' movements. Later, it became little easier for others also after these movements got synchronized with my 'body language'. So now this word, 'body language', has the secret of my almost normal life among the abled human beings and all disabled beings like me.
Very few humans care about the emotions or rather silent cries of a cow, a dog, a cat or anything that walks on their hands and legs but I can very much understand and relate to them, empathetically. I have the distinct ability of quickly deciphering the truth among the unnecessary (sometimes suger-coated) words because I believe more on the movement of your facial muscles, eyes, hands and torso, in particular and their coordination, in general.
Thus, literally speaking, I can definitely hear you but not your words. I will analyze/judge you from your actions/movements and not words. Some people get doubts about my mental growth and grey matter in the absence of auditory inputs and verbal outputs. I can't convince everyone but let me just affirm that my neuromuscular coordination, memory and cognitive skills entrusts me while driving, cooking, swimming and all other skills necessary to run a family consisted of my wife, 3 young daughters and my parents without anyone's help.
I will conclude by requesting you to treat me at par, as I am not just an ordinary but an extraordinary human being with wider horizons of communication including the unsaid words of my silent world.
The poet 'Musafir' has summarized my emotions in the following lines:
"Tum bhi kaho, naa kuchh, toh bhi main samjhoon sab,
ankahe ko sunne ki, lagan lagi hai abb.
aaj bhale dhal jaye suraj, par rahe, ye saanjh yahin,
labrez maun hai dariya saa, bahne de ise, abb baandh nahin."
"तुम भी कहो, ना कुछ, तो भी मैं समझूँ सब,
अनकहे को सुनने की, लगन लगी है अब ।।
आज भले ढल जाये सूरज, पर रहे, ये साँझ यहीं,
लबरेज मौन है दरिया सा, बहने दे इसे, अब बांध नहीं ।।"
"तुम भी कहो, ना कुछ, तो भी मैं समझूँ सब,
अनकहे को सुनने की, लगन लगी है अब ।।
आज भले ढल जाये सूरज, पर रहे, ये साँझ यहीं,
लबरेज मौन है दरिया सा, बहने दे इसे, अब बांध नहीं ।।"
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Penciled by:
Ajay Chahal 'Musafir'
Chennai, Bharat
Vishnu
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I have written this short write up on behalf of a boy named Vishnu and narrated it in first person, intentionally. So, Here it goes:
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Hi, I am Vishnu, born and brought up in Kannur city of Kerala.
This city is famous among tourists for its 'St. Angelo or Kannur Fort' built by Portuguese people in 1505 A.D. after the visit of Vasco da Gama's here in 1498 but I have not seen it yet and perhaps will not see it in this life time.
No, no, it is not that I don't want to see, the sea waves hitting the boundary walls of this fort,
it is because, I can't see.
But I didn't knew about this inability of mine, till I was able to understand it and decipher the related consequences. Till the age of 4 or 5 years, I felt like a normal kid while playing with my mates,
but then,
I started realizing that I am bouncing in more surrounding things than my friends.
I asked my mother and she explained me in the simplest possible way, that I can't see like other kids.
I wondered, what do it means, to see?
Is it a special power in others or I am deficient in something which is so normal for others.
They used to say that it is day time or night time,
but I couldn't understand it, as I have no sensation for light in my eyes.
Till this day, I don't understand this world in visuals, rather I sense and feel everything and everyone around me by smell, sound and touch.
This was shocking for many of my friends, when I told them, that their smells are as distinct as their names and I remember them wondering that do they really have odour.
One day someone asked me, "how beautiful I am" and I said, "you are as beautiful as your voice and as attractive as your smell."
Anyway, now a days she calls me his boyfriend and I call her my walking stick.
Let me be more specific, my optical nerves are dysfunctional due to some anomaly during my birth,
which my mother regrets, till this day and so do my father, but without an iota of deviation in their dedication and love towards me relative to my siblings.
But this deduction in sensory quota has bestow me with special powers, which anyone with eyes doesn't care about. In the Hindi movie, 'Andha-dhun', Ayshumann Khurrana, the main protagonist says that, 'Being blind brings the focus necessary for an artist' and I completely endorse that line.
I am not a disable person, but a special person with special powers, which people with eyes can't experience. As the saying goes that 'Visual can be deceptive' and this is exactly what I practice. I am not fooled by the colorful appearances and deceptions of this world, rather I carry my belief and world in my hands.
Currently, I am a studying for Masters degree in English Literature at India's best institute i.e IIT Madras, Chennai.Though, it was a bit rough during my school days but now my learning curve is much sharper and the credit goes to the technology.
In the school for special kids, I studied using Braille but now, I seldom use it. My android smartphone has accessibility option, which reads its screen and help me do everything, including using whatsapp, same as you do. Similarily, my laptop can read every text document aloud for me and typing on laptop does not need eyes but hands, you will know this, if you also type or have seen a typist. Moreover, I enjoy movies, as some of you used to enjoy in 20th century using audio cassettes.
At last, I want to say that seeing is just a sensation, which is not limited to eyes on the face only, but every organ of yours has its own eyes. Close your eyes and you can feel your surroundings with crystal clear details. Your sense of smell will return to compensate your visuals, if you start using it and so do your skin touching the world around you.
In concluding remarks, I will recite, what the poet 'Musafir' wrote:
I wondered, what do it means, to see?
Is it a special power in others or I am deficient in something which is so normal for others.
They used to say that it is day time or night time,
but I couldn't understand it, as I have no sensation for light in my eyes.
Till this day, I don't understand this world in visuals, rather I sense and feel everything and everyone around me by smell, sound and touch.
This was shocking for many of my friends, when I told them, that their smells are as distinct as their names and I remember them wondering that do they really have odour.
One day someone asked me, "how beautiful I am" and I said, "you are as beautiful as your voice and as attractive as your smell."
Anyway, now a days she calls me his boyfriend and I call her my walking stick.
Let me be more specific, my optical nerves are dysfunctional due to some anomaly during my birth,
which my mother regrets, till this day and so do my father, but without an iota of deviation in their dedication and love towards me relative to my siblings.
But this deduction in sensory quota has bestow me with special powers, which anyone with eyes doesn't care about. In the Hindi movie, 'Andha-dhun', Ayshumann Khurrana, the main protagonist says that, 'Being blind brings the focus necessary for an artist' and I completely endorse that line.
I am not a disable person, but a special person with special powers, which people with eyes can't experience. As the saying goes that 'Visual can be deceptive' and this is exactly what I practice. I am not fooled by the colorful appearances and deceptions of this world, rather I carry my belief and world in my hands.
Currently, I am a studying for Masters degree in English Literature at India's best institute i.e IIT Madras, Chennai.Though, it was a bit rough during my school days but now my learning curve is much sharper and the credit goes to the technology.
In the school for special kids, I studied using Braille but now, I seldom use it. My android smartphone has accessibility option, which reads its screen and help me do everything, including using whatsapp, same as you do. Similarily, my laptop can read every text document aloud for me and typing on laptop does not need eyes but hands, you will know this, if you also type or have seen a typist. Moreover, I enjoy movies, as some of you used to enjoy in 20th century using audio cassettes.
At last, I want to say that seeing is just a sensation, which is not limited to eyes on the face only, but every organ of yours has its own eyes. Close your eyes and you can feel your surroundings with crystal clear details. Your sense of smell will return to compensate your visuals, if you start using it and so do your skin touching the world around you.
In concluding remarks, I will recite, what the poet 'Musafir' wrote:
"Jinko dikhta nahi, sirf wo hi andhe nahi hain jahan mein 'musafir',
Wo aankhon wale jo dekhte nahi, tadad yahan zara unki jyada hai"
"जिनको दिखता नहीं, सिर्फ वो ही अंधे नहीं हैं, जहाँ में 'मुसाफ़िर',
वो आँखों वाले, जो देखते नहीं, तादाद यहाँ ज़रा उनकी ज्यादा है।"
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Penciled by:
Ajay Chahal 'Musafir'
Chennai, Bharat
The Eyeful
--------------Realized after a jerk and a biting,
Your vivid calmness is so inviting...
Lost in the charm of your eyes,
A treasure of unpacked smiles...
You are leading me on a slippery lane,
From Far?, ohh..remotely driving insane...
Where unfaltering is not an option,
I am drenched,
beyond my capacity of absorption...
Supple back this covert deception,
Am failing, betraying my perception...
Phooey...
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Penciled by:
Ajay Chahal 'Musafir'
Chennai, Bharat
Now
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Now Flipping through the past,
say my past, say recent past.
Happened to meet myself, on a lake,
the boat, the water, and me, looks fake?
fake, why?, that I know not,
Though real was water & boat.
That's not me, I can't be there anymore,
Water has flown, leaving behind the shore.
Every moment frozen in the past,
Not even it was first, but will even be last.
Struggle not, with the present, but adapt,
As this shall too pass, the reason to rapt.
Change is the only permanent option,
Real is NOW, as past is ready for adoption.
Om Shanti. Shanti. Shanti.
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Penciled by:
Ajay Chahal 'Musafir'
Chennai, Bharat
Midnight Moon
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When I saw the moon,
Get shocked and turned down.
Unbelievably,
I gazed at moon till midnight,
It was not usual,
But was shining some ultra-bright.
Then thought,
“Why I am doing this?”
Somehow reached a consent at-least.
That, it was not moon that I trace,
But I was fascinated,
As it was noting but your face.
Since then,
I wait every night,
For your skied face.
As after that,
I have noting to chase.
Because my beloved's heart,
Lag behind the world,
With her emotional pace.
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Penciled by:
Ajay Chahal 'Musafir'
Chennai, Bharat
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