Toybank

Activity: Toybank, a non-profit organization has been set up with the aim of providing toys to children who come from a weak socio-economic background.
Details: Goals:
To ensure that children from under privileged backgrounds receive toys through collection and distributions.
To bridge the gap between children from different backgrounds by creative play/group events/community events.
To make play space available for children through-- Toy libraries in available infrastructures; reclaim open public spaces for children.
To design and thus provide toys that will be context specific, by having toys made in local languages as well.
Support: Children, Right to Play, Right to Leisure, non-formal education, toys.
Note: We are looking for volunteer coordinators in Pune and Bangalore. We are looking for NGOs working on education of children in Delhi/NCR.
This post is a part of BlogAdda's Bloggers Social Responsibility (BSR) initiative. I am exercising my BSR. You can too with three simple steps. Visit http://www.blogadda.com/bsr/  and support the NGO's.
   

Recover, Reuse: Recycle 3 - Expressions Lamp

This is another one of my recycling experiments, and fortunately  for me the end result is pretty close to how i had pictured it in my head.I used cut outs from old magazines and a dilapidated lamp i had been wanting to do away with for a long time, to make this. 

 

Surreal Kerala

It would be unfair to say Kerala is beautiful. The word loses its lustre in the face of how splendidly picturesque Kerala really is. These are a few of the sublime sights i tried to seize:

Assail

Unreal

Temple

Breathe

Catching up

Kanyakumari church

Freedom

Verdure

Haven

Backwaters

Resting

Breathe

Bijou

Boathouses

Journey

Horizon

Quaint

Temple backdoor

Temple backdoor

Temple

Joy of small things

Kanyakumari

Poet

Repose

Rural meetings

Smoky

Twilight

Transient

Ripples

Idyllic

Lush green

Restore Reuse: Recycle 2

Aboard Time Express

When I was younger, days, months and years  seemed so painfully long. Waiting for some particular event , or special day, was unendurable. I specifically remember the last day of the final exams, after which we were to go on  a long vacation. The one we had mentally mapped out and were  looking forward to, since the end of the last vacation. I recall time hanging heavily on my hands as I waited  to hear the familiar, shrill sound. The ringing of the bell, which on any ordinary day, I would not have , as much as, consciously acknowledged. My reaction to it was mechanical, being tuned to the routine for many years. But at that moment, it was singularly the most significant thought and was monopolizing my mind. There were traces of guilt too, trying to dampen my brio: guilt of not checking my paper in spite of having time, of answering the paper in a slapdash manner. But it wasn’t difficult to suppress these thoughts, in the face of the fantastic visualizations, of the vacation awaiting me, my mind was creating.  So as I waited for the sound of my emancipation, minutes  turned to hours, moments to epochs and anticipation to torture.

But , as years went by, things began to gradually change. Before I knew it, time had progressed  to whizzing  me by from its snail's gallop. Seasons  became blurry and indistinct as they merged into each other. Now I feel like I'm running a race against time. And year after year it get more difficult to catch up. Years seem to have dissipated  into months, days into hours, minutes to seconds and  good times to memories.  It seems like, just  a month or two back i had celebrated the beginning of the new  year with a couple of friends.  I remember everything vividly, so it could not have been a whole year back, and yet today is new years eve again!