- Open the pdf file in the free version of Adobe Acrobat and locate the image of interest.
- Use the zoom capability of Acrobat to make the image as large as possible while still fitting on the screen.
- Hold down the shift key and press the Print Screen key. This saves the current screen image on the clipboard.
- Open any of many available image editing programs such as the program named Lview Pro.
- Paste the clipboard into the image editor.
- Crop the image out of the surrounding material retaining only the material necessary to contain the image.
- Save the cropped image.
- Open either JpgToSig-A-01 or ShapeExtractor02 and follow the usage instructions to convert the image to the desired black and white or black, white, and gray format.
- Save the enhanced image in an output file and emboss it using the embossing method of choice.
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Understanding pictures and drawing by the visually challenged
Friday, January 27, 2012
A Tale of One Aim
It began at the age of four when my teacher, Mrs. Ireland noticed that I bend too much over books and copies to read and write. My parents were advised to have my eyes tested, and it was then told to us that I had an incurable genetic disorder called Retinitis Pigmentosa, which could lead me to total blindness.
My sight deteriorated fast. After failing in the half yearly exams of class seven, I had to leave my beloved school – La Martiniere Boys. That place is so dear to me even today, that I still feel a sweet pain for leaving it. I used to cry to get back to that school, and often had dreams of continuing to study there. I terribly missed my teachers, my friends, the atmosphere and the building.
Living at home was not so easy. I used to hide from my neighbors because everyone kept asking if I had decided to leave school and studies. I was filled with shame. If I was caught at home during the school hours, I made all kinds of pretexts. But even though I tried my best, my neighbors eventually got to know the truth. I was considered a liar, a spoilt chap, a bad influence, and an ignorant. I was strictly chastised that quitting studies was bad, but no one ever told me how I could study with low vision.
I felt so shamed for having left school that I started avoiding relatives and neighbours, and confined myself at home. When I was forced to meet a relative, I went in front of him with an artificial smile and empty confidence, all the while fearing that my ignorance and sightlessness could soon be caught.
Music enters my life
It was then that we discovered Mr. Tej Singh Tak, who was blind and taught vocal music at Bhatkhande Music Institute (Deemed University). We talked with him, and it was decided that I would learn singing. It wasn't that I was good at singing. I liked listening to songs, but making a career in that field seemed a horrible idea to me.
I started learning vocal music, though I kind of despised it. Mr. Tak indicated, and another blind teacher advised me with good intentions, that singing would be a difficult task for me. People tried to tell me that such a talent is God’s gift, and that I should try to learn instrumental music instead. But surprisingly, in spite of the negative vibes, I had started to enjoy singing. I made up my mind to practice and be a good singer.
In pravashika (the first class), I was the only one to pass with third division; some got the second division, but most students got the first.
At this time, I also started playing the harmonium and the Spanish guitar. Saving from money meant for buying clothes for Eid, I bought a tampura and practiced singing. My teachers started feeling that I was showing some improvement, and in prathama, I got the second division. For a few months, I learnt guitar from a teacher, and then started teaching it back to him. I was hugely intoxicated with light music, and made up my mind to become a playback singer. My aim was Bollywood.
Mr. Tak made me recognize the six Braille dots, and embossed English letters so that I could learn Braille. My private education went on, but I focused mainly on becoming a Bollywood singer. My first opportunity of singing on stage was at a marriage party. The orchestra director told me that my singing was horrific. Later, I participated in a singing competition held in Lucknow. That too was termed horrific, though much better than the previous performance.
My singing practice continued. My family members and neighbors were troubled by my practicing before sunrise. I kept changing my place of practice, but the complaints kept flowing. A boy once told me that as he was going out during the wee hours, he had heard my riaz and had run away with fright, thinking that someone had got murdered!
The sound of success
After a few months, I took part in another singing competition, and this time, I was selected for the final round. It was a huge achievement for me; the person who read my name from the list even mocked at my blindness, but I just patted him and jumped with joy. As I got on to the stage in the final round and sang the first line, the audience started clapping, which continued to cheer me throughout the song. I received a medal in that competition!
I participated in several singing competitions after that, and received prizes. My name started featuring in the newspapers. In madhyama, I scored 80 per cent in the practical, which were the highest in Bhatkhande. Mr. Tak was proud of me, and another teacher actually started sending students to me so that I could teach them singing.
Once, a neighbour of mine whom I call Baba since my childhood, asked me to sing at a function. I went with my guitar and karaoke cassette. I entered the auditorium, but had to come out because of the hall, because of the loud noise. Loud noise has always troubled me. Sometimes, I had to jab cotton pieces in my ears when I sang on stage.
Observing me step out of the auditorium, Baba got worried. He had spoken very highly of me to everyone. He thought that I was nervous about singing in front of the audience. I assured him, “Do not worry. The moment they announce my name, I will be on the stage. And I will certainly give my best performance.”
I sang on the music of karaoke cassette. Baba’s wife wept with joy to see the audience uncontrollably cheering. One of the directors of Lucknow Durdarshan (local TV station) told Baba that she wanted me to sing songs of sugam sangeet on television. I could not meet her and some others because I had left for home since I felt unwell. Excessive noise had again worked cruelly on my ears.
The Rise and the fall
People told my parents that I was an ‘out-of-control’ boy. I too felt that I was moving faster than I had expected, and that that day was not far when I would win a Filmfare Award for singing! I turned my attention to locating people who could help me release an audio album. Those days, I was so happy that my dream appeared to be unfolding into reality in a dreamlike manner! When you get the feeling of rushing towards success, the pressure of excitement and joy becomes really difficult to handle.
My father felt that I would destroy myself, so deep was I involved in reaching to my goal. I had bitter arguments with him several times, which I deeply regret now, but then, I had fancied that music for me was what water is to fish, or the soul is to the body. If you had ever seen the manner I argued with my father those days, you would have certainly hated me. He was only telling me to reduce the time I gave to singing, and devote more time to studies. But I did not realize that I had become selfish for my aim. If I had not been drunk in the passion of ‘success’, I would have certainly obeyed him for my own good. I had become a selfish and helpless slave to the passion for singing.
Before getting on the stage, I used to bombard my brain with all the negativity that I had faced. That was my way of bringing out the best in me. The overflowing enthusiasm and sullen pride triggered by this bombardment used to merge with the intoxication of music, making it a fantastic combination, making me feel like the ‘King of Kings’. Stage-fright only pepped up my adrenaline! I knew how difficult it is to make a single person clap on your singing ability – and here I was, with hundreds adoring my singing talent. I was able to make them dance; I was able to make them cry.
The cheers of the audience robbed me of my peace and bliss. I do not know when I actually slipped into the dark pool of arrogance. The seed of arrogance was sown, and a nasty plant had started to sprout. My friends tried to tell me about my arrogant ways, but I was beyond all that. I was rendered ignorant and blind not by Retinitis Pigmentosa, but by an inflamed ego.The deceptive feeling of being “the King of Kings” was like the effect of a dreadful drug.
The new bright change
Luckily, I managed to grasp the seriousness of the situation. I realized that I was hurting people who loved me, who cared for me. I had rebelled against my own father, who had nothing but the best intentions for me in his advice, and was arrogant to my sweet companions who truly wished me well.
I decided to quit singing, faster than what it takes for an eye to blink. It was a cold evening and the spring of my life when I was coming out of Bhatkhande, knowing well that I would never return to it. The setting of the sun seemed to raise fresh energy into my life. I knew nothing about my future, but I felt the tides of joy that one feels when he stops being susceptible to negative emotions.
A stream, when gushing forth from within a mountain, does not seem to know its path. It just knows that it will carve a path for itself.
Now, as the burden of ambition and the darkness of ego had vanished, everything was new and clear to me. I was sure that life had not stopped for me; rather, it was at the edge of a new, bright change. What that change was and what I will do was hidden by time. I had entered adulthood, but I enjoyed the bliss of childhood. I was free; my mind was clear, I could see the world with open eyes and I could feel that my heart wished to tell me something sweet.
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Shadab Husain, Lucknow, India, with a little editorial help from Ms Hema Vijay, Chennai, India.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Hero
Our batch consisted of five students, and almost all of us were quite bright and sharp. We had demonstrated remarkably well at computers and had sharpened our soft skills in the personality development course which was designed for us. Our teachers at the Indian Confederation for the Blind used to say that our batch is the best; we all have extraordinary talents and skills.
I was confident that I will give my best performance. The same spirit was in Alice, Meena and Ritu. But Vibhore did not seem to have this feeling. He was the only student in our batch who had only studied up to matriculation, otherwise we all were graduates. More to it, his English communication too was not so good.
We reached the interview venue a little before time. The human resources person, who arrived late in the interview room, greeted us warmly. He humoured with us to make us feel comfortable, and it did alleviate our nervousness to a certain extent. He inquired our names, and then asked whether we wanted to be interviewed in a group or separately. We decided to have a group interview.
Alice was the first one to be asked the typical interview question: “Tell me something about yourself.” She stammered in the beginning, but once she got into the flow, she went on to tell about her education, hobbies and achievements, which were pretty impressive.
Meena was asked to tell her achievement. “I feel that the greatest achievement of my life is that I am happy and undeterred despite my visual impairment. I have learnt how to work against odds, and this makes me feel that I can achieve a lot in life.”
This answer of Meena earned praises from the HR and we too appreciated it.
It impressed the HR probably due to the genuine spirit with which it was spoken.
I was asked to tell about any unusual event of the recent past. I told how we celebrated the birthday of one of our friends. “We did not wish him for the entire day because we had planned to cut the cake on his bike. That poor guy was worried to think that we don’t remember his birthday. But we wanted to give him a surprise, and that could have only happened after our classes, so we waited till the evening.” “A creative idea – cutting the birthday cake on a bike!” said the HR, appreciably.
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Shadab Husain works in the front office at Chhatrapati Shahuji Maharaj Medical University, Lucknow. He has an MA in English literature, and has pursued a diploma in computer applications as well as a personality development course. He also writes a blog on personality development and improving English at PersonalityAndEnglish.blogspot.com.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Implanted neurons fuse with pre-existing brain wiring in the lab
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Of disclosing ‘disability’ before marriage
My parents and sister used to feel sorry for this, and they found it difficult to tell me that I again am being refused for the fear that I will get disheartened. But I had not committed a guilty or shameful act due to which I was facing rejections, so I saw no reason to get disheartened. Indeed, the fact that people were interested in me until my blindness was disclosed was a positive point for me. I have not caused my blindness; it is caused due to reasons beyond my control, then why to feel sorry over it? Yet, I must confess that sometimes I used to feel dejected, but there was light at the end of the tunnel.
We had a very old friendship with a family. They used to frequent us often, and once all of a sudden my mother kept my marriage proposal to them. They gladly agreed, the mother of my supposed wife merrily telling us “What is the use of asking? My daughter is yours, we know your son, he is our child, everything is settled.”
Both the families came in the mood to have a great celebration. Marriage celebrations or their preparations seem to be so divine that we feel as if everyone, even our bloodthirsty enemies, are loving and blessing us in their hearts. The noteworthy thing was that we had visited each other so much that it was clear that they know about my blindness. Moreover, my sister too has RP, and they had helped her often. Yet my sight problem was impressed upon them. But they just did not listen to us and even told my sister not to talk about that issue again as if it was hurting them.
Marriage is a big thing. Everything was clear but I felt some uneasiness and requested to talk with the girl because I did not want to take chances.
We went to meet them. It turned out that they were not taking my sight problem seriously because they were thinking that I have enough sight to do my work on my own. For instance, they knew that I work on computers and move around the city and out of the city independently (at the time these talks were taking place I was out of station). But the astonishing thing was that they could not realise that in the course of time I have become blind.
I told her mother point-blank: “I can only see light. I am looking towards your face because of your voice. I use screen reading technology to work on computers. And I use a cane when I walk alone. I cannot see.”
She gave a pause. That pause clearly expressed that she was broken. (Later, I came to know from my mother that her hands were shaking at that time.) Then I talked with the girl who had already known about the new condition I was in. She sounded perplexed and disinclined.
Their reaction, though, was normal. Anyone would have reacted in a similar manner after knowing about my blindness. My marriage date was to be fixed, but now they needed time and told us that they were unaware that I had lost my sight. I thought that the game was over.
But I was wrong.
Days passed. One good evening, the mother of the girl-who-could-be-my-wife came to our home and started showering praises on me. She talked to me in a tearfully sympathetic tone, though I had not needed it. Apologising from her expressions and tone, she told us that her daughter was not willing to marry me. I was thankful because if this condition had disclosed after marriage, I would have been in great trouble.
At my home, I gave a small party to my friends, and called it ‘In the name of my cancelled marriage’! It was meant to truly celebrate life; it was not one of those Bollywood parties in which bottles are uncorked, there is false enjoyment all around, and the main character ineptly tries to forget his grief in the make-believe. Thankfully, we really enjoyed our party, and since my room is quite separated, we made a lot of noise until the early hours of the morning.
Days passed. Wham! The mother of the girl-who-could-be-my-wife told us that her daughter wants to marry me! She was deeply moved by that honesty stuff. Earlier too, that delicate creature had cried and prayed for me a lot, on hearing that I have become blind. Her family members, too, had prayed and cried, and now the girl was willing to marry me. It was a U-turn!
Can you even guess what happened after that? Celebrations, excitement, religious and cultural rituals... no, nothing of the sort.
I was not very impressed with prayers and tears. (Though I always beg for God’s mercy and crave for prayers of His creations.) I had earlier told my sister that they have the right to reject me, but acceptance after rejection will not affect me.
I remained a bachelor.
I started to train myself to lead an unmarried life. I found many people (including two blind men) who were very sufficiently leading a lonesome life and asked myself: “If they can do it, why cannot I?”
Living alone is difficult, but not impossible. Loneliness humbles you, brings forth your good qualities and teaches you how to be happy in need. It is a lovely teacher which urges you to be independent of all except God.
I was not pessimistic to adopt such an approach; I only tried to be practical. Had I been pessimistic, I would have told my family members not to search a bride for me because “I want to live alone.” Besides, I have a small rule of life, which is to try to be happy in an unnatural or adverse situation, but never to willingly prolong or embrace it. True, bearing pain patiently brings forth our good qualities, but this does not mean that we don’t take steps to eliminate it.
I lived and enjoyed the present without caring about the future. I pursued my hobbies (reading, writing and travelling) and tried not to miss a chance to improve myself.
Days passed. The final shot readers! One fine evening I was introduced to a girl by my mother and sister to whom I told each and everything about my sight. It is close to midnight now, and guess what....that girl is with me because thankfully she is my wife!
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Shadab Husain works as a receptionist at Chhatrapati Shahuji Maharaj Medical University, Lucknow. He has an MA in English literature, and has pursued a diploma in computer applications as well as a personality development course. He also writes a blog on personality development and improving English. To visit his blog, click PersonalityAndEnglish.blogspot.com.