
A school which is just front of my house,Whenever I do Exercises or sit in the evening on the terrace these innocent,evercharming Happy little chaps attract my attention, their faces are always full of expressions ,unfortunately they are deaf & dumb.Sometimes I think - they can not speak nor can listen, still are facing life with courage and entusiasm, & we people who are well to do are physically fit feels depressed sometimes.
I always wanted to do something good for them, but what;I was not knowing.
& during Puja vacations I made my mind to do workshop kind of thing for these friends. Things I learned during our youth camp of college which we call "prayas", which is an idea of "Initiatives of change" will be good means to interact with them, I thought.In youth camp we try to give message through games & skit,which is very interesting way of learning, so we will be able to communicate with these people and they will atleast feel pleasure that others care for them. I wanted to tell them "आप िकसी से कम नही हो".
Initially I got a cool response and then I was surprised how my good friends came out with new ideas, suggestions & other helps.
Finally on 28th of october 2k6 , we decided to have a workshop in "shri harsha memorial school for deaf & dumb" at shap 11 o' clock.Spandan, Saumya ,Sadananda & charming cute guy Alok accomapanied me .
Initially It was looking tough to convert our wordings to their way, but their teachers really played a vital role in that,I will be very thankfull to them for this.The principal madam(Ms. Sanjukta Samantaray) was also very co- operative .
We thought that only class 10 people will be there, but madam advised us have whole school so total 111 students were there.
We played some really nice games like bridge & 'hold it' games.Presented banana skit & explained them a bit of PHUL(purity, honesty, unselfishness & love)which is main concept of prayas.

The principal mam told us to work for their recruitments in various companies also.
At last we distributed chocolets & pen to our good friends, and took leave.
Now I understand why we call them special children.
