Anything for Dyslexia ...

New Delhi: At a seminar on learning difficulties in the Capital, teachers and principals listened carefully to someone who's lived with dyslexia — guitarist Susmit Sen, of the band Indian Ocean.
"Support from somebody at home in these kind of cases is absolutely essential. It should be done without letting the person know that the support is being given just because he or she is dyslexic. One has to simply believe in the child," says Susmit Sen.

All this was an endeavour to highlight what needs to be done next.

Founder Orkids Learning Centre, Geet Oberoi says, "After Taare Zameen Par was released, people have become more aware of the symptoms of dyslexia and of what the child feels. we wanted principals and teachers to come to the seminar so that they understand why it is important to tap each child's potential and how they can do it."

http://www.ibnlive.com/news/govt-learns-a-lesson-from-taare-zameen-par/58380-3.html

Is anyone there . .

I was there when others needed someone to listen to their stories,
Someone to share their secrets and someone to make them happy..
Is anyone there for me..?

I could understand the other's pain and how they feel when they are down
Though I couldn't do loads of things I always shared their sorrows..
Does anyone understand how I suffer alone when I'm feeling bad..?

I have spent hours and days to solve other's problems,
to wipe away their tears and simply to make their lives better..
Is anyone there to see my tears..?

I did everything I could do for others and sometimes I get hurt and
burn my own heart,
I've cried so many times for them
Have anyone dropped even a single tear for me . . .?

Author : Sriwanthi

If!

Comparison is inevitable!
It's 'survival of the fittest' at its best in the wild wild world. And you really need to have a solid head on your shoulders to be able to stand for your beliefs, values and principles.

Here's a Rudyard Kipling poem 'If' I found very inspiring!

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! ...Rudyard Kipling, 1895