Relaxing phase

Its a relaxing period for me during work hours and I am paid. Why do you think so ? Any Guess ? I am in a phase called a "notice period", where I have handed over all my responsibilites and just enjoying the idle time. I know that there is lotz of work awaiting me. But, I decide the enjoy this moment by blogging my views.
I have confused feelings. At one point of time I feel proud that I have dared to come out of the comfort zone where in ladies prefer to continue work without any challenges and risk. At another instance i feel that I am leaving behind so many wonderful things, people and the luxuary. Its 4+ years that I am part of this team and I remember all the outings and team dinner that we had. Attached are the visuals that I have been seeing every day since the last 4+ years and I am sure I will not be forgetting it.

Enjoying the 'wait'

I am sitting in a low blue color chair in the classroom belonging to "LKG-G" students. People around me are parents for "NUR-I" section. Anxiety in their faces. We are all waiting for are dear ones who are attending their first day of class in this new school. Stopping the parents far away from class was the disciplinary action by the school, but it was torture to the parents. I found few parents with video camera to capture the moment of their gem going to school.

First day - After sending my son along with the teacher who stopped me at the gate , we (parents) had to assemble in another class. Wait time starts. I found both Parents present. All inquisitive about the other family. Some ladies start to break the silence. Some are friends who are lucky to have their kids in the same class and of cource they do not need an intro. Some flash out their mobile phone gadget and pretend to be a busy, and there was one lady who took out her laptop to work. Heights of pretence. Myself being a slow starter of converse was overhearing what the ladies around me was talking. Then, suddenly the teacher arrives with the kids Diary. The first day I met her, she was all purple, I really mean complete purple...her lips, her nails and her dress. Today she was all blue. Her dress and nails blue, but her lips,..naaa..Good of her not try it. She gave some instruction and rushed back. Finally the wait was over, the procedure followed for departure was not appreciative compared to arrival. Parents along with their young ones squeezed in between, it took some time to come to a comfortable position. Now complete focus on my son ...his story time starts and my questions never end.

Second day - Since I had an experience of the "wait" i took a book to read to keep myself engaged. Today, majority of them were only Mom's, Dad's could be busy. Heard that many kids were crying that's when it triggered a thought if its my son's. Whatever the case I am helpless. I need to sit and wait. Heard comment about one school which emphasises on religion, about the drama they conduct which is only based on Ramayana and Mahabharat and they teach this to nursery students!!. Other lady shared a story based on how one school admits students. The students are made to play and then the school official offer something to eat and they expect them to tell "Thank you" and the chocolate wrapper to be thrown in the dustbin. Wonder if such action can be expected by kids who are hungry and exhausted and would eat anything given to them. Today, the kids were brought to the parents class, our departure was smooth.

Third day - Parents were not expected to wait. Good for me. Later came back to pick him.

Yes, I did enjoy waiting to pick up my son. The one thing that I enjoyed the most is the happiness found the faces of the parents when their child was joining them. It was like their kids had completed an adventure and returned successfully. Frankly, I did feel like it.
Checkt out what my son has to tell about his first day - http://vishnu2006.wordpress.com/2010/06/12/43-first-day-of-my-school/

Love and Humanity

Below is a Mail that I received and blogging this note is my CHOICE

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son? The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.' Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do the others let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball
in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!

Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!

Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

‘'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day !

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second
thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people
hesitate.

The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and
workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who
sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize
the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with
a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up
those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the
process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least
fortunate amongst them.