I was born the ordinary baby,
Always the centre of attention,
Adoring, endearing and bubbly,
Always enveloped in affection.
An active and perky 3-year-old,
As buzzing as a bee,
The fireman in the play, the overenthusiastic toddler,
Is who I came to be.
But time is erratic and volatile,
You never know what life has in store,
The future is inherently uncertain,
But how would this 6-year-old know?
Continue reading “Poem – How Would This Blind Child Know?”
An enormously significant yet lesser known part of my life is public speaking. Even when I was sighted (which I was till my fifth grade), I was always the narrator in the play. I steadily progressed from intra-school elocution to that at the inter-school level – I vividly remember reciting the humourous Hindi poem “Kya Hamare Purvaj Bandar The?” (Were Our Ancestors Monkeys? To the encouraging but authentic laughter of the audience. After this short-lived fourth grade thrill of obtaining new poise and tasting the sweetness of speech-making success for the very first time, The speaker inside me was compelled to remain dormant for three long years.
Continue reading “Inclusion, Public Speaking & Alan Turing”
Everyone knows Santa – the iconic figure that is pervasive in Christmas culture, the jovial fellow who animates the imagination of young children around the world, and the portly chap who, with the help of his Missis, elves and reindeers, never fails to distribute delightful gifts to all the nice and well-behaved kids on the planet. Since I enjoy overthinking and cerebrating everything, I reckoned it might be amusing to make an outlandish hypothesis and analyse all its objective implications. What if Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, Kris Kringle, Father Christmas, whatever you prefer to call him, suddenly went blind? Would he be able to continue fulfilling his annual promised of delivering presents to the nearly billion children (U-10) keenly awaiting him? Let us take a look.
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Before reading on, please read Part 1 and Part 2 of the Story of My Life series.
The 11-year-old me continued tinkering with the buttons on the keyboard, depressing the keys only to perceive the stubborn thing instantaneously coming back up, ready to input a new character into the text document on the computer. Despite my friskiness as a child, I was always solemn when the 1 minute typing speed tests on the Talking Typing Teacher culminated, earnest to know whether or not I had managed to up my previous typing speed record by at least a few WPM (Words Per Minute). For many happy days, I was allowed to derive pride and pleasure in simply polishing and ameliorating my typing skills.
Continue reading “(3) Relearning The Computer The Sightless Way”
Frequent visitors of Hiking Across Horizons will tell you that I am a passionate proponent of the free, open source and community-driven NVDA screen reader. My ardour towards this software can be perceived via my past writings on the subject – The Non Visual Desktop Access Movement and Will VFO Acquire NV Access?. Both these have been lengthy discourses and intellectual theories with reference to NVDA’s present and future, but I have never done a user-oriented post sharing some essential but seldom discussed tips and tricks with regards to NVDA. That, my friends, is what this post shall be devoted to.
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‘Do blind people have a sixth sense’ is the million dollar question which is to serve as the central subject for this post. The problem however here is not the original enigma, but the far-fetched speculations and self-proclaimed assumptions that the sighted community tends to declare so confidently with reference to the sixth sense.
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Before reading on, please read Part 1 of the Story of My Life series.
That meeting with XRCVC culminated into a merely cheerier me, but more than that, a set of revitalized mother and father. I unmistakably remember the last exchange of that day too. “What shall be the fees for the training?” my father had asked. The candid reply from Mrs. Neha Trivedi, the Project Counsellor of XRCVC, had been that the training fees would be ‘guaranteeing Bhavya’s independence’.
Continue reading “(2) Kickstarting With The Keyboard”