Fifteen minutes went, twenty, in the room with six other blind kids, age 10- 14 : I still could not find adequate body language for the word : ‘watching’, cues they could follow, or have common reference to. Finally ’wanting to know’, worked.
We had the music cue, but try finding the right moves for ‘watching’. I was only using my eyes, focused on visual energy ; these kids move with questions. First, the questions. They do not know this word as we know it. My son has light perception, I thought I had this worked out, but there’s kids here who do not connect thru’ two sockets in their face.
The word ‘ watching ‘ for me is visual. For them it involves being taught another perspective. The sighted world’s perspective.
We talk about looking for a missing shoe. How would we go get it ? They stretch their fingers out….their ears, nose leans in, the face turned away. It hurts. Yes my son does that too to an extent…
I could have written this Post before, as something I knew about, but yesterday it went home with a hammer. Deep in there where it cannot leave, that communication ought to be more than visual.There is more than we use. If I close my eyes, what other muscle would I stretch ? Aren’t there things we are NOT learning from each other ? What is ‘normal ‘ ? Why has the human race stopped with one kind of education.
I was there to teach them a little song and dance, and returned with too much for mere 5 senses. There is definitely more that the blind are aware of, or others who have one sense considerably diminished. They know what am thinking, when am uncertain. They sense peace, they visibly relax when I am cheerful ( not pretending).
It can re- write education, re-phrase conversations, shave words right off till a certain respect for each listens to each other, watches each other, in each others’ skin – from within their face, as they are, as they live, with or without that or this. I guess every Gift comes with a price tag ; a Tag we as a Human Race might misunderstand / misinterpret. This whole thing stares back at me like a Maze. Am all Mazed. Amazed. Huh.
How easily we misjudge each other, ostracise, condemn as ‘ unable’, how quick to curse… am not just thinking ‘ disabilities’. Am thinking of gossips, of slanderers, of mean castle kings who will without a thought discriminate on race and caste and creed, only God knows what crimes we commit in the silence of our reverenced addresses – where have I gone with this..
The drive back home, Mr. Venkatesh tells me he isn’t going the ‘ extra mile’ to drop me home, he tells me it is his GIFT, driving. I’ve never heard that one before, never. Not with that amount of genuine kindness.
What have I brought home ? Too much to understand just yet. Am still de-coding. YES, it’s worth meeting people even a little different from us. WORTH IT.
(P.S : Might I add – our rehearsal with the littler kids ( 6-8 yrs) was much easier. SO much easier. They are all hugs and grins). Take a Listen :take 1 to be edited. Long Music interlude for Stage performance. I / 8 songs celebrating Humanity as we are, ‘ Different ” & ALL. Created & Produced by Innerdialects RNoel. This song Recorded for JyotiSeva School for the Blind.
3rd March 2014.
This Post generated some query and I found this link which highlighted this : Many colours we see, so do not officially exist, but are what the brain translates :
Pink (light pink, not magenta) falls into this last category. To be perceived, it needs red cones to fully react, and both green and blue cones to only partially activate.
Notice, however, how many of these colors, including cyan, brown and magenta as well as pink, do not exist on the visible spectrum, yet we perceive them as distinct. It is for this reason that some have opined that color perception is “not actually a property of light or of objects that reflect light [but rather] is a sensation that arises within the brain.”