One of the
inevitable websites to be browsed upon as soon as I get hands-on on my system,
Facebook, has always left a negative impact on my mind. It produces tonnes of
extroverts who make me regret of having insulted the words ‘Friendship’ and
‘Life’. Friendship is a beautiful unison of two hearts that care for each other
unconditionally. They do not need any medium to articulate emotions. But now
things have changed. “I am ‘friends’ with you” doesn’t really mean it.
Philosophies are at its superlative when it comes to ‘sharing’. Sooner did I
realize that it was all fake. In the journey of hunting for truth, Facebook
shattered my outlook. I could not stop frowning at my dilemma of having
‘follow’ed an addictive networking where ‘like’ ing someone was nothing more
than putting your thumbs up. I somehow wanted not to run away from the loop but
mould the loop into something beautiful.
Facebook
has always been suggesting its users to get connected. Some happy faces keep
appearing on the right corner of my screen that I happily ignore. But one fine
day, a lady with a really beautiful and genuine smile caught my attention. I
tried hard to ignore, but something seized my heart. It said ‘Gifts of ….’.
Those dots aroused my curiosity and interest, persuading me to enter into her small
facebook world. Lo! I see it said Gifts
of AUTISM. All these days, Autism was just an abnormality in my dictionary. But
this phrase elicited a whole new meaning to the word. I was even more curious
to know why I was so much towed. We had 19 mutual (online) friends, one of them
being my mom. I quickly sent out a friend request. Within few minutes, I got
notified about her acceptance. Happily I scrolled through the feeds and logged
out.
My mind
conveniently forgot this incident. Myself and Facebook had already repelled
away like two like poles of magnet. My urge to serve the society still brimmed in
mind. Working in an IT company never gave me the satisfaction of achieving.
Outwardly I was proud to be a part of one of the best IT companies in the world
and thanked God for it. But, map of my inner journey for treasure denoted that
I wasn’t on the right path. I felt like riding on a bike which was constantly
skidding off the route. All I could do is, plan for my future missions paving
my way back to the right track.
Few days
later, when I logged in to Facebook, amidst all those shared and unwanted
posts, I could see a post which caught my attention which said ‘Yet another
coaching on Skype’. It was the same lady whom I had doted. Believe it or not she was doing a coaching
for Autistic children!! She was the founder of Gifts of Autism. Her deeds reflected myself. I leisurely began feeling
close to my passion. I quickly expressed my wish to be a part of it.
My entire
outlook towards Autism took a huge turn. I never knew anyone who was autistic.
But our tête-à-tête dawned a new knowledge that autistic children look this
world with a unique facet. They are supposed to be God’s gift. They were called
as AWE-tistic by Gifts of Autism or spiritually awakened gems.
Human
society is biased. Optimism is losing its place in people’s heart. Parents of
these AWE kids(that’s how I am going to refer them henceforth) shed tears for
having given birth to an incapable child hardly realizing the spiritual
potential hidden within them. Outlook towards these AWEs should be tainted. For
a change, let’s forget about their self-defined inability and listen to them
like any other normal person. I am sure we will explore unimaginable paths where
our guides are going to be none other than
these AWEs.
Is discrimination so important? Are we always
right? Firstly, are WE right? Who is abnormal, we or AWEs? These are some of
the unanswered questions haunting my mind. Respect for every creature on this
earth will ultimately result in harmony. Hoping to dive deep into this
beautiful world of AWE-tism. Wish you, the reader, too join hands with me in demolishing the prejudice prevalent in the world.
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