My friend, Bharadwaj!

Before I set out introducing this friend, I want you to walk along with me in the memory lane of my childhood days.

Until the age of 6, I grew up in a small town called Dowaleswaram near Rajahmundry, in Government Quarters that housed the Irrigation department staff. The quarters offered single bedroomed houses with a spacious frontyard. My Mom and granny grew a nice kitchen and floral garden in the frontyard and amidst this, Dad had created a tree-swing with long ropes and wooden seat. I used to water and clean the garden regularly with few friends. When we got bored, we would start swinging on our tree-swing in doubles and talk out of bounds about everything under sun.


The friends I referred to just now included Harsha, Bulli, and Jyoti. We are of same age and used to hang out together. Another kid in the block of our age, but never ventured out of his house was Bharadwaj. He was a very different child who never went to school, never spoke to anyone, always parents-stricken and seemed so aloof to the rest of the world. Once or twice a week, we made regular trips to his place to pull him out for our silly hide n seek or catch-catch games. He was the 1st one to get caught or get out of the game for unknown reasons then. He seemed abnormal and we were very tender to sense this.


In the course of life, all of us were separated and headed to different places in the state. After few years, we found that Bharadwaj was blessed with a sibling and they have migrated to Hyderabad. So, my family paid a visit and I had the revelation of my life.

I was told that Bharadwaj is a mentally challenged child with moderate mental retardation. At that age of 10 something, I was not deeply disturbed to see him, but was surely moved to see my friend being disabled in every aspect and had to bank on his Mom for basic chores. He was to be instructed and assisted at every move; such was the level of retardation in him.

Years passed by and I forgot about him until recently, when their family visited us. I met him after ages and was so happy I did. Although, he still leads life as a mentally challenged person, he has been trained to take care of himself and socialize mildly. He remembers very few people and very fundamental information about his life. To my surprise, he remembers our gang. Not by each name, but by the memory of someone called a friend. The moment I met him, I couldn’t resist hugging him and he hasn’t once left my hand in the entire meeting. Though he spoke only 2 phrases (how are you visali, when are you coming to my house), I knew by heart that he just loves being with me. He was smiling constantly as if everything was so rosy in his life and was willing to gel with us.

His Mom has undergone this training of a counselor to deal with kids of special needs and has carved a niche for her own child by coaching him in vocational jobs. Going a little further, she has established an NGO for such kids coming from lower income families. She happens to be a telugu medium graduate, who went leaps beyond her capability to untangle the knots of not just her own life, but others too. I was only more than proud to see her spread the fragrance of humanity.

Today, Bharadwaj speaks whatever is required, knows how to eat, how to dress and behave in a group. He apparently handles book binding and paper-cover making with elan. Now, isn’t that something from a retarded person?

Meeting them left me brooding on the knots that we create and get trapped in, instead of feeling privileged with a life of fully functional brain and heart. On this note, I would like to share the details of this school for mentally challenged children, which is run by donations.

Pragati School for Reformation of Mentally Challenged, 1-6-39/100/1, Sri Venkata Sai Nagar Colony, West Venkatapuram, Secunderabad. Ph # 64635664, 9246278109.


Do pay a visit to meet the gifted children and I guarantee infinite satisfaction about life!

6 Comments:

  1. Radhika said...
    Nice narration.
    Very Touching !!! One should undergo such kind of incidents to know the value of life.
    ramya said...
    We always hear about people who are suffering yet successful and we think it all happens only in movies or at some places which are nowhere related to us. But here's a proof of the result for determination and inspiration(from WITHIN) to stand up against all challenges.As you rightly said, we should appreciate and be grateful for all the privileges that we are enjoying.

    By the way, your narration is too good. Keep blogging...
    swats.... said...
    amazingly written story,,,, my wishes to bharadwaj :)
    Sans said...
    parents of spl children especially mothers are like goddesses. they have infinite patience n will power, energy and their true spirits are so very inspiring. and the spl children wen given timely intervention respond and improve alot. this is the best part.
    it is so nice to learn abt ur friend bharadwaj. next time wen i'm at hyd i'll definitely visit the skool.
    btw..am a spl educator..i train children with mental retardation and learning disabilities.
    sunnie said...
    I fall in love with bharadwaj and with ur frnship. Its quiet natural for someone who is not so-called well-healthy, will become so successful. We, the healthy sick humans think that he achieved something grt. Its 'MAKTUB' that ppl like bharadwaj are God's kids. They are here to teach something for us. Its our fortune to understand something from them or not. Very cute narration. If my heart have had eyes, i could have seen it bursting into tears. Very tenderly shown your thoughts about a reality happened in ur life. i know u'll trust me, if i say i was seeing with my inward eye what u were narrating.
    Madhuri Dubey said...
    Vaidehi, your friend seems to be a living example of this adage,"If an egg breaks by external force, life ends. If by internal force, life begins. So, break your hesitation internally before this World breaks your confidence externally." Incidentally I came across these words on my LinkedIn this morning.

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