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Friday, December 28, 2012
A Gift of Love
“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked.
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy … called me a freak.”
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favourite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.
Where upon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know …not yet.” The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”
Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy … called me a freak.”
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favourite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.
Where upon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know …not yet.” The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”
Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.
Orchestra by the Visually Challenged
Creativity, Action, Service (CAS) is a
mandatory core component of our school. We, at Oakridge, believe that learning
through experience is very important and we believe in taking actions by doing
service to others.
In the words of a
Helen Keller “I have always thought it would be a blessing if each person could be blind and deaf for a few days.
Darkness would make him appreciate sight; silence would teach him the joys of
sound.”
On 27 December,
2012, the members of Vishwadrukh
Foundation for the Visually Challenged were invited to present a musical show
at our Newton campus. The members sang a number of soul stirring songs
accompanied by music and also danced to the tunes of popular music.
The audience was awestruck with the coordination
and synchronization of the dancers. They proved that disability should not be
taken as a drawback in one’s life. Rather, it should give us courage to move
forward with a stronger zeal. The members of the foundation proved that they
can fly high on their wings of courage and imagination. After all, the sky has
no limits.
The memories of the afternoon will linger long in our minds. It brought
near to us the hope of Christmas as well as made us realize how precious to us the
Gift of God really is. As a part of CAS our beloved Headmistress, Ms. Hema
sanjay, handed the amount collected by students of Grade 6 during the PYP
exhibition 2012.
Students Reflections
"The orchestra was amazing. Though the people were blind, they had
immense qualities. The best part was not the dance or music. It was their
performance and the way they mastered their art. The show was really worth
watching. We showed the attitude of empathy."- Siddharth Diwan
"The Orchestra was really good. They were outstanding. I was amazed to
see a visually challenged person who could play 10 different instruments. He
was a good singer as well. We should learn from them a lot. “Disability cannot
win against will power.”- Esha Tibrewala
"The orchestra was very good. They sang songs and danced. The dance was
too good. More so, because they could not see. I was amazed to hear that they
won Second place in all India dance competition for the blind."- Sanskriti Chandak
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Poetic expressions on Trade
It feels great when we find ourselves to be
poets!! Yes, its grade IV B students who experienced learning types of poetry
by writing their own poems on the ongoing topic 'Trade'. They followed a rhyme
scheme and used key terminology of the topic "trade".
Enjoy reading our budding poets’ creation!!
"A human wasn’t a trader for a long time
He became a manufacturer in no time
Soon the consumers were in line
With their lists of shopping in the shine
They exchanged their goods from time to time." -Ankush
"Machines are helpful
And materials are useful
Manufacturers produce goods
Mass production produces more goods
We need money to buy goods in full." - Diksha, Ahana
"Machines are helpful
And materials are useful
Manufacturers produce goods
Mass production produces more goods
We need money to buy goods in full." -Manoj, Manu, Pradyumn, Rishabh, Rishith, Akshay
"My goods are going to be supplied
With a lot of pride
Because my equipment
Is in the shipment
With all the packaging applied." - Sahil,
Vikram,Maurya,Ishaan,Hrutesh
"Trade, trade,trade
All the stuff is readymade
We need to import
We need export
This makes trade." - Manvi,
Amani, Ananya, Muskaan
"Trade, trade, trade
We love to trade
We have industries
To give services
Trade ,
trade, trade we love to trade." - Rithvika, Ishitha
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