Yesterday was only a general day with me returning home in a BMTC Volvo transport. It is for the most part a short drive and I more often than not invest my energy watching individuals around me. Code words and sniggers can be created for the past articulation however a certainty by the by regardless of the precision of the said doublespeaks. It was then that I watched two young fellows boarding the transport at a stop.
Both these men were visually impaired and were driving each other. They explored themselves around the transport primarily through touch and memory and got themselves seats by the window confronting each other. Possibly the sum total of what they had was incomplete visual deficiency yet I felt as though the person confronting me could sense the light coming in through the huge plate sheet glass windows. They were visiting to each other and listening to sound notes from their mobile phones.
However what I saw most was their appearances. These two men, not the most great looking of men had the most astoundingly brilliant expressions. They had feelings, idiosyncracies, every one of the peculiarities that are wrung out of us located individuals during that time of similarity. A large portion of us had facial or expression eccentricities when we were children. I had them as well. We were either reproved, beaten, disparaged or therapied out of them. We needed to do it or our associates and families ridiculed us. We as a whole needed to comply with the gauges of socially acknowledged facial conduct.
In any case, these visually impaired men, they were not subjected to such negativities. Their reality was substantially more straightforward. Perhaps they had individuals deriding them for their facial peculiarities yet they themselves have not seen a standard to fit in with! Possibly they lived close by associates who were as visually impaired of facial eccentricities as they were. Perhaps in their battle to make due in a world that is getting progressively characterized by sight they didn't have a craving for trying to adjust to these social strictures?
We regularly feel sorry for the visually impaired. They merit our consideration and seeing however they merit our jealousy as well. We live in a world widespread with pretenses. Appearances are everything, surrounding us. In a world that lives and flourishes in view of the visual jolts the person who knows not the eyes the best wins. Regular we wear covers of various sorts. Veils of stoicness in the midst of agony, covers of jollity in the midst of distress, covers of sympathy in the midst of lack of concern. The eyes that should be the windows of the spirit have been covered, shut on account of the years of social preparing granted to us. Surely it is viewed as a righteousness to be a bastion of icy standoffish quality. Anyone demonstrating feelings is viewed as feeble. Genuineness is thought to be a transgression.
To be honest the universe of the visually impaired must be quite a lot more excellent and bright. There no one may be judged for their outside properties. Who looks after the sexual orientation, race, shading or age when a man is judged not by their appearance but rather only by their activities? A world in which a man is allowed to give his eyes a chance to be a real window to his spirit and his face a living canvas depicting the story that is his feeling! Such a world is by all accounts so brilliant. Possibly we, the located should take in a couple of lessons from the visually impaired.