CASE STUDY

INTRODUCTION:
Taarezameen par, a fantastic movie .Actually I dont prefer emotional movies.With the compultion Of my friends in the hostel,one night I decided to go for it, along with my friends. while watching the movie I felt I was moving along with the child. I was very anxious to see the end. I was disappointed when the child moved towards the lake side, remembering the scene of others. CASE PROBLEM: Dyslexia is a very broad term defining a learning disability that impairs a person's fluency or comprehension [1] accuracy in being able to read, and which can manifest itself as a difficulty with phonological awareness, phonological decoding, orthographic coding, auditory short-term memory, orrapid naming. Dyslexia is distinct from reading difficulties resulting from other causes, such as a non-neurological deficiency with vision or hearing, or from poor or inadequate reading instruction. It is believed that dyslexia can affect between 5 and 10 percent of a given population although there have been no studies to indicate an accurate percentage. There are three proposed cognitive subtypes of dyslexia: auditory, visual and attentional. Reading disabilities, or dyslexia, is the most common learning disability, although in research literature it is considered to be a receptive language-based learning disability.Researchers at MITfound that people with dyslexia exhibited impaired voicerecognition abilities. Adult dyslexics can read with good comprehension, but they tend to read more slowly than non-dyslexics and perform more poorly at spelling and nonsense word reading, a measure of phonological awareness. Dyslexia and IQ are not interrelated as a result of cognition developing independently. REFLECTION: Taare Zameen Par - A beautiful film, touching the chords of every heart, telling us that there are stars amongst us, whose brightness is sometimes overshadowed by the stronger moon but on a moonless night, it's these stars only who shine and make the sky [aan haan, this earth] look so very beautiful. The movie was good enough to keep me engrossed till end, even during the interval, it took me back to my childhood days, the dreams that I used to see when I was a kid - dreams full of color, dreams in which I talked to lovely vibrant butterflies and also run to catch them. Does the childhood really get over or is it us only who forget the kid within us. I still think of flowers, I still love playing with colors, I still love cracking jokes that don't make any sense, I still love teasing my friends, people still call me crazy at times when I do this :) but these are the things that bring me lot of smiles everytime, even when I'm alone.. Just think of the moments: - when you've stopped by to pass a smile to a lovely kid who's bidding you bye from the window of a school bus early in the morning. - when you've made a lovely card without any reason for someone whom you like.. I still remember getting so many such cards from the kids and trust me, they touch your heart! Now, think of the times, when we've shouted at the poor kids at the red light, even kicked them, called them names.. Don't they have right to be treated special, don't they want to play with the colors, like our own kids who are enjoying all the luxuries at home? [while I'm writing this, I'm impersonating all the parents, I would love to be one some day :) ]

GENERALIZATION:
The movie that fits this movie's tagline is yet to be made. That movie would be about a normal child without disabilities nor special talents, a child who is not specially abled either in the literal or in the euphemistic sense, and if things need to be made worse, is plain mediocre. But then, how will it really work? It perhaps won't. "Every child is special," is a trite remark that we are all obliged to believe. It has been so often used, without meaning it, that we don't stop to think if it's true, nor to think if we believe in it. Even if someone stops to think, they are haunted by guilt and fear that proving it, justifying it, rationalizing it, or even questioning it may be heretic. A baby crow is special to the crow. Not to every or most or many crows, but to the parent crow. Children are special to their parents. To the rest of the world in most cases, especially to the parents of other children, they are simply other children. That's alright. Every child need not be special to everybody; adults are not. Though it would be nice to have more, any person needs just one other person to make them feel special.

Project In Social Science

SUBMITTED TO: MRS. ABIGAY B.ARANAL

SUBMITTED BY: SAIDALHUDRI A. MUJAJILUN