Mind Speaks

Our life – a train journey

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Whenever I go to my native, I pass by the railway station. It is a great feeling to stand there on that railway platform and watch the trains passing by. Some trains stop there, some not. Sitting on one of the benches and watching the passengers who continue the journey or getting down or getting in, we could read lot of emotions and expressions. Within that few minutes, everything is over, and the train continues it’s journey, controlled by the engine driver and the numerous signals.
Thinking about it more, our life is just similar to that of a train journey. We get in at some point in it, att some station. We come across many inside and see many from distance and even outside. With some we try and make conversations and then become friends, with some, we may get annoyed and even end up in confronting situation.. We get down where we want to or they get down wherever they have to.
The only difference is in our train journey of “life” we may not have the choice of getting in and obviously getting out whenever or wherever we want to.
So, let us live our life peacefully, beautifully and gracefully well.

SUJIT SUKUMARAN – The will to have it your way – ALL THE WAY – an inspiration from an inspiration "unlimited"

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In the beginning of 1990s, when I landed with my first job in the emirate of Dubai, I happened to stay as guest with a family in Karama. I was moving to Dubai for the first time, after a disastrous start in Abu Dhabi and then looking for a good break here and there and nowhere like. I was made comfortable in the initial days by the ever smiling presence of a young man and his wife and two children. I am always attracted to children who has sparks of brilliance or creativity in them and I really blended well with them. It was a scene of surprise and awe for me as this little boy who could barely walk a few steps and then fall down in front of me but had a tremendous will power in him to get up and walk the remaining steps towards his goal. 

His father was his inspiration and his mother and elder sister support and solace. Without no lift to come down from the third floor apartment, his father used to carry him down and take him to the school bus and school and then the numerous medical treatment and therapies including swimming. 
Life moved on and I too moved on from them and this little boy grew bigger, better, stronger, intelligent and ambitious to be one among us. 
In between we lost contact for several years. After some 7 or 8 years, I reconnected with them one day and as fate has its own way in our life, his ever loving and smiling father passed away on a Friday morning within a short period of our meeting. I was back to Abu Dhabi by then and immediately rushed down to Dubai hearing this sad news. 
His father, Late Sri E N Sukumaran, was an inspiration to many of his friends and well wishers. Those who all know him never misses his presence, even so many years after his death. That was the personality of the man and there were numerous friends and well wishers in that home at that moment. Seeing me amongst the crowd, Sujit, emotionless and in shock leaned on to me and remained with me for the next two days till his father’s body was repatriated for funeral. My tributes and prayers to his soul, once again, while posting this message here.
The connection we made during my short stay remains everlasting and the little boy of that time has grown leaps and bounds and now a self made enterprising individual as any one of us.
Sujit Sukumaran is now an established Toast Master in UAE. Add a very good writer, a professional Resume Maker, a promoter of vegetarianism and Indian culture along with a “no physical or personal difficulties can hold me from moving on in my life attitude”; you will get a picture of Sujit. Oops sorry, add one more precious quality – an eligible bachelor for those numerous young girls out there!!

I invite you to please take a 30 minutes of free time from your life and read the two articles below and carefully listen to what Sujit has to say in his 19.02 minutes video to the world during his recent speech at TEDxAlAin 2012.



His is an inspiring story of exceptional courage, of triumph over the most difficult challenges. It is also an outstanding example of what a human being can achieve if he has the determination to succeed and the support of devoted parents, dedicated doctors and helpful teachers and friends.
By Jyoti KalsiPublished for GULF NEWS December 7, 2002
Strong family and willpower have enabled Dubai resident Sujit Sukumaran defeat cerebral palsy
  
His is an inspiring story of exceptional courage, of triumph over the most difficult challenges. It is also an outstanding example of what a human being can achieve if he has the determination to succeed and the support of devoted parents, dedicated doctors and helpful teachers and friends.
Sujit Sukumaran weighed just one kilogram at birth. Oxygen deficiency after birth resulted in cerebral palsy, leaving him with several physical disabilities. He started crawling when he was 18 months old. He took his first steps, on crutches, when he was four and was unable to walk without support till the age of 12.
He has known the discomfort of daily physiotherapy since he was nine months old and he has spent every school vacation in hospital undergoing medical treatment.
Not only did he have to overcome physical challenges but he also had to deal with the pain of losing his father at the tender age of 15. Yet, today the young man of 17 strides confidently towards a bright future, free from physical or emotional crutches.
“I prefer to count my blessings. Most cerebral palsy patients have some amount of brain damage, but I am lucky that my brain is in pristine condition,” says Sujit.
Life has forced him to grow up quickly but he speaks about his struggle without the slightest trace of self-consciousness or self-pity, and a lot of humour. And a struggle it has indeed been.
Sujit’s tryst with physiotherapy began at nine months. “The stretching and bending was extremely painful and I remember that I always went in crying, kicking and shouting all the way. But four years later I was able to stand with the help of callipers. Today I am very grateful to the physiotherapists at Al Wasl and Rashid Hospitals,” he acknowledges.
Sujit’s main sources of strength were his mother Ramani and his father E. N. Sukumaran. “God gives special children to special parents and whatever I am today, I owe to it my parents,” he says. He was particularly close to his father. “Dad was my friend, guide and mentor. He was a self-made man with a very positive outlook. He always pushed me to aim for the impossible and taught me that problems only exist because we create them,” reminisces Sujit.
His nursery school teachers recommended that he be sent to a regular school. Sujit did well in the entrance exam of The Indian High School, Dubai, and despite initial reservations, the school agreed to admit him.
“The happiest day of my life was the first day I went to a regular school. With my callipers on and holding the hands of both my parents I walked shakily into school, but this was my first step into a normal life,” states Sujit emphatically.
He strongly feels that regular schools should be open to admitting students like him. “A special needs child can never be pushed to improve in a special school environment however good it may be. Whatever I am today is largely due to what Indian High School was able to do for me,” he insists.
A helper carried Sujit and his bag from the school bus to his class everyday and his teachers were always encouraging.
“A major milestone for me was when in the fifth standard a friend suggested that he would carry my bag instead of the helper and others followed suit. I am fortunate to have such friends who do these things for me with love,” says Sujit, adding with a smile that the front seat in the bus was always reserved for him.
Being in a regular school also had its share of problems and disappointments. Children stared at him all the time. “When I asked dad why they did that, he would explain that people stare at anything that is different. They will stare at Aishwarya Rai also if they see her at close quarters, he would say. And eventually it was their curiosity to know which strange planet I came from that helped me to make friends with them,” he laughs.
Sujit felt particularly miserable when the class went out to play. “I sat on my bench and watched them running around and felt really angry. I would pray that someday I could join them and luckily for me, even though it took 15 years, that prayer has been answered,” he says happily.
His most disappointing experience was his first school picnic to Mushrif Park. “Dad had given me money and told me to try all the rides, but the teachers were too scared to let me go on them. So I just sat on the grass and watched the others,” he recalls sadly. But Sujit immediately brightens up at the memory of his parents taking him back the same evening to all the rides in the same park. “And recently I went to Wild Wadi with my class and enjoyed the 80 foot Jumeirah Sceirah, one of the scariest rides in the park,” he says beaming with pride.
Big strides
While he made big strides academically and socially at school, his medical treatment continued. Every morning before school he went for two-hour physiotherapy sessions and there was some surgery scheduled during every vacation.
The first operation, at the age of eight, was a dorsal rhizotomy performed in Hyderabad, India, to treat his spasticity. In a five-and-a-half-hour operation, the doctors opened his back and cut off a series of nerve fibres from the spinal cord. “This was my first experience with big time pain. The physiotherapy was just a trailer while this was the movie,” he jokes.
For 15 days he lay in hospital on his stomach and had to stay in bed for two months. He could not sit and any movement was painful. “The anticipation of a better future, prayer and my ability to make friends with doctors, nurses and other patients is what kept me going,” recalls Sujit.
He finds a positive side even in this traumatic experience. “The doctor gave me a set of books called the ‘children’s knowledge bank’. This is what got me interested in reading and in quizzing. And though I still had to wear calf splints, after this surgery I could walk better and the spasticity reduced considerably,” he reflects.
His 11th birthday was again spent in hospital. This time it was to loosen his hamstrings. “Instead of cake, I got some chloroform. Both my legs were in plaster for two months and the itching felt like there was a swarm of ants in there,” describes Sujit.
As usual he had read up everything he could about the surgery and even watched part of it under local anesthesia. The physiotherapy after the prolonged immobility was extremely painful once again.
“There is no gain without pain,” he says nonchalantly. “At least now I had total freedom of muscular movement. I could touch my feet and tie my own shoe laces, though I still had to wear support pads to protect the muscles,” says Sujit with typical optimism. He has yet another scar from a tendon lengthening operation done during yet another vacation.
Around this time Sujit took part in a poetry recitation contest. “The cruel remarks of some boys triggered the desire to prove myself on stage. The confidence I gained led to participation in quiz contests and other such competitions,” he admits. He remembers with pride his first stage experience as a compere at a variety show organised by the Al Wasl Ladies Club for special needs children and their parents.

Best wishes Sujit, Good luck and keep travelling – you are an inspiring personality to all of us.

Ramesh Uncle
08 June 2012

Double Disaster for India

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Double Disaster for common man in India… Falling rupee and a huge hike in petrol price..Really feel scared about the middle class / lower class citizen of India and of course the poor NRIs. The Art of Living in India is going to be the Management act of year 2012. 

Feel helpless, totally ridiculed by the prevailing system and government policies. 

Why This KOLAveri in KERALA

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Oh my good god and lord of all things happening in this world, I just cannot believe. Maximum number of suicides by Keralites, maximum number of political killings by Keralites….. Why this KOLA vari KOLA VERI  in Kerala…… We are supposed to be one of the most educated and progressive state in India… Keralam oru brandhaalayam… Definitely….

More bus shelters needed – My letters

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More bus shelters needed
People either stand near a wall or a hotel close by to protect themselves from the sun
By Shahnawas Latiff, Gulf News ReaderPublished: 00:00 May 9, 2012

Image Credit: VIRENDRA SAKLANI/Gulf News
Passengers are forced to cover themselves with pieces of cloth as they wait for the bus at an open bus stop because there are no shelters nearby.
I would like to draw attention to a request that people need most while commuting.
This is with regard to bus stops without proper shelter from the sun, such as the one in Al Quoz. I’m not sure how many more similar situations are happening across the UAE.
Al Quoz bus station is one of the stops that has a good frequency of operation, but what it lacks the most is shelter. I have been to this bus stop a couple of times and everything was fine, except the bus stop itself. I saw people either taking shelter near a wall or a hotel close by to protect themselves from the scorching sun.
I would like to appeal to the authorities concerned to provide at least a temporary arrangement before the peak of summer in order to protect commuters.
There could be many more bus stops that might require this urgent attention.
— This reader is a market analyst
Be a community reporter. Tell us what is happening in your community. Send us your videos and pictures at readers@gulfnews.com
My comments as follows:

Very timely report. With the sun at it’s best today with strong wind, even sitting in the comfort of my cars aircondition, I felt it extremely hot. I hope the authorities take note of this summer scenario and re-prioritise the renovation, installation of waiting sheds in all the emirates. It is all the more important as the taxi charges are on the rise, and recommendation to use more public transports to avoid traffic congestion on the road.
Ramesh Menon, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates

Quintuplets beat odds to clear Grade 10 exams – My letters

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Quintuplets beat odds to clear Grade 10 exams
After father’s death, mother raised them single-handedly
By K. Jayaprakash, CorrespondentPublished: 00:00 April 29, 2012
Thiruvananthapuram: The quintuplets of Kerala are in the news again. They — Uthara, Uthraja, Uthrajan, Utthara and Uthama — have scored exceptionally well in the Grade 10 examination, results of which were announced on Thursday.

Thus, the four sisters and the lone brother fulfilled their promise to their mother Remadevi, who works as a peon at the Pothencode branch of the District Cooperative Bank in Thiruvananthapuram.

She single-handedly takes care of her five children since the demise of her husband Premkumar seven years ago.

The couple was happy at the birth of five children, though they had wished for one. But their happiness was short-lived.

“They were not healthy. They fell sick frequently. We took them to hospital regularly and it was unimaginable to take care of the five together,” Remadavi recalled.

Adding to the couple’s woes, Premkumar’s business (a stationery shop and bakery) ran into trouble. As losses mounted, he committed suicide.

“Some newspaper carried my ordeal. Thus, the government offered me the current job. Several people came to help. I had decided that I would not follow the path of my husband. I decided to bring up my kids by doing any job at any cost.
“I don’t know how the money will be raised for their education. Some organisations have come forward,” Remadevi said.

The five are on cloud nine as wishes and blessings are pouring in from near and far to their home at Venjaranmood.

“I want to be a doctor,” Uthraja said. Uthara dreams of being a journalist. Their brother Uthrajan aims to be a computer engineer. Utthara and Uthama are confused about what course to pursue. While Uthraja has scored six A+ (for Grade 10 exams, grades are given, not marks — A+ is top scoring), her sisters and brother have fared equally well.

Uthrajan and Uthara prefer the computer science group for Grade 11 and 12 while the rest have decided to pursue the science stream. They plan to continue their studies at Lourde Mount Higher Secondary School, Vattapara.

“The school authorities have offered them seats,” Remadevi told Gulf News.

They were born through a Caesarean section at the SUT hospital in Thiruvanathapuram in 1995.

My comments as follows:

Congratulations to these 5 children and their mother to take harsh life realities head on and reach this far with a winning smile. It is commendable in all aspects on this mother as we all know how demanding educational expenses are and for the children with limited resources to keep aiming on an objective oriented academics to progress in life. Gulf News too deserve special praise to highlight this story with prominence as it will be inspiring to all students from the region and keep reminding them that difficulties if any, are momentary and they have to aim high and stay focused on their goal. Another sense of this particular news coverage was it’s meaningfulness to readers than reading mundane news like some person marrying two sisters at the same time. Ramesh Menon, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates

To read it in original, please visit GULF NEWS online.

Family of five survive on leftovers from weddings

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Family of five survive on leftovers from weddings

Father says he contemplated suicide several times
  • By Rayeesa Absal, Staff Reporter
  • Published: 00:00 April 25, 2012
Al Ain: A family, including three young children, the youngest just two years old, has been surviving mostly on leftover food they salvage from a wedding hall near their home, for over 18 months now.
In a place where food wastage is come across too often, the Indian family of five is determined to fight against the odds to survive, they said, but they don’t deny having had second thoughts. The father, Mohammad (full name withheld to protect privacy), confesses that the thought of suicide has crossed his mind several times.

Crying inconsolably, covering his face tightly with his hands, he said that his little one, who is always clinging on to him, is probably the reason he hasn’t gone that far.

“My three daughters, aged nine, seven and two push me to keep trying my best to survive,” he said.

Whenever kind-hearted neighbours, some of whom are working at the wedding hall itself, inform them about a wedding taking place, the entire family waits until about 11pm or midnight — when the celebrations usually come to an end — and then go to the hall to collect leftover food, with the permission of the workers.

“Mostly it is camel meat and rice and other food items we get. We freeze the food in plastic bags, write the date on the bags and ration it out over the week, until there is another wedding,” said Mohammad, 41, who hails from Kerala in India.

“It felt a better option than letting the kids starve,” his wife, added.

Speaking to Gulf News at their home in Al Ain, the family said that they have been struggling financially for some time now. Mohammad has been in the UAE for 16 years, doing interior decoration jobs in households while his family used to live in India.

Like many expatriate workers he missed his family, but could not afford to bring them here. Then some tormenting family issues back home, forced his wife to attempt suicide as she slashed her wrist. Fortunately, she did not succeed, but Mohammad knew he had to bring his family to stay with him to avoid such situations from recurring, he said.

But problems for him began when he decided to be part of a plan of his ‘trusted friend’ to set up a small business. The so-called friend took off with the money, leaving Mohammad indebted to the loan shark. He ended up in prison but his Emirati sponsor managed to get him out of jail after reaching a compromise with the loan shark.

“Now I pay him [the loan shark] Dh1,000 every month out of the Dh1,300 I earn monthly from my sponsor. The remaining is hardly enough to pay even the school fees, let alone grocery,” he said.

Their house, an almost dilapidated extension of a villa, belonging to their house owner, reflects their plight. The only room of the house has a bed with no mattress on one side, a broken air conditioner and a wardrobe with no doors. Torn uniforms and schools bags are tucked away under the bed.

“It is hardest for the children,” Mohammad’s wife said. “Their friends make fun of them at school, about the shabby clothes their father wears. They feel very ashamed.”

A worker from a nearby home, provides them with goat milk and eggs occasionally, she said.

Sigh of relief


The family can now heave a sigh of relief as a charity organisation, Valley of Love (VOL), has taken up their case. The volunteers are helping us sort out our issue — one at a time. They spoke to the school, who then donated [a] few uniforms. We are hopeful of things taking a turn for the better,” Mohammad said.

VOL volunteer Joseph Bobby said that the plight of the family is probably the worst one he has seen in years of working as a volunteer. “There is no use of sympathising after a person commits suicide, rather the community should help when there is still time.” The recent spate of suicides are what prompted VOL to focus on such cases, he said. Most would have given up long before, but they are brave enough to fight it out, added Bobby

To help Mohammad and his family, please contact Joseph Bobby, volunteer of the Valley of Love, on 055 3370044.
My comments as follows:
Very timely news for this family, which I hope will assist them to recover and us to not see a repeat of the recent Ras Al Khaimah family tragedy of a similar kind. God bless all those who assisted them with helping hand before this news came out and now and on till they are safe and settled. Special appreciation and praise also goes to his local sponsor for helping him when in need.
Ramesh Menon, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates

Photo speaks – Don’t hit me from the back

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Caution – don’t hit me from the back. A caparisoned elephant and the deity (Kaduppassery Bhagavathy) on way to the famous Arattuppuzha Pooram. A road side scene I saw during the first week of April 2012 at Irinjalakuda. Take a closer look and note the way the reflective stickers have been wrapped on the elephants tail. Safety of elephants used for temple festivals are really a matter of concern. Each time an elephant goes wild, there will be talks, but then as usual, the public and the festival committees and elephant owners association, not to forget about the authorities, forget what happened and close their eyes.
It’s definitely a busy world if you happened to be an elephant in Kerala.

Photo Speaks – View from far and high

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I watched from my apartment window this monkey sitting and himself watching what’s happening around. From far and a height, while his friends played around, or searched food or whatever. It was quite relaxed for a very long time and just enjoyed.

I felt, what a good idea, have to try learning doing it.

Photo speaks – Train travel

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A train arriving at Irinjalakuda railway station. It is really a special feeling to wait for the train, listen to the bell signalling the arrival of the train, then the special bell followed by the closing of the railway gate. The rush of passengers running for tickets just before the arrival of the train. The anxiety of finding the compartment position. Then here it comes with continuous honking of its loud horn. And there jumps the tea wallas, the passengers, the porters in and out. All happens within minutes and once again, it departs with loud horn and curious passengers looking outside to see the scenary or random beauty around, while those in trying to get a seat or settle themseleves in for the rest of the journey.