all human being are the same.so are their actions.actions that are not born out of fear ,desperation and need....but those that are ACTS OF COURAGE...
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
candle in the wind
i was stunned into silence....and rightly so....in a world of selfishness ,greed and meaninglessness such words could only be received in silence..
so i asked...what exactly is this fellowship?
a vivacious bright lively girl and this dynamo of a young man...ready to live without the comfort of home ,the amenities of city,the life that is not only easy but one that does not challenge ne to leave their comfort zone..i was puzzled.
a bright smile and a burst of life....work with the the deprived and marginalised sections of society,that is what,we would be working on socially relevant projects..
i still did not get it...
work with the people..for the people..on projects...inner regions of rajasthan and gujarat..
i understood finally.
Courage of convictions....
Courage!
inferno
Chhampa was alone at home.
Home meant a tenement of dried grass ,unbaked bricks and whatever material came to hand.
a child by age ,an adult by responsibility..she would do all housework ,take care of her younger sister and wait for her parents to come home,both casual labourers.
Probably her life was very tough but she was too busy to have realised it.
While she was out gathering wood for the earthen oven or chulha,she happened to turn back and look back.The sight scorched her eyes.The kaccha hut that was home was in flames.In the arms of those flames was her baby sister,just seven months old.
Neither did she hesitate ,nor think twice.
All thoughts rushed to the little girl inside...and this little girl rushed in ...from the safe outside to the heart of this inferno..
Chhampa rushed into her burning hut to rescue her seven month-old sister. She died trying to save her sibling, who could not escape the fire either.
Courage!
Chhampa was the recipient of the president's bravery award on the republic day..posthumously.
Home meant a tenement of dried grass ,unbaked bricks and whatever material came to hand.
a child by age ,an adult by responsibility..she would do all housework ,take care of her younger sister and wait for her parents to come home,both casual labourers.
Probably her life was very tough but she was too busy to have realised it.
While she was out gathering wood for the earthen oven or chulha,she happened to turn back and look back.The sight scorched her eyes.The kaccha hut that was home was in flames.In the arms of those flames was her baby sister,just seven months old.
Neither did she hesitate ,nor think twice.
All thoughts rushed to the little girl inside...and this little girl rushed in ...from the safe outside to the heart of this inferno..
Chhampa rushed into her burning hut to rescue her seven month-old sister. She died trying to save her sibling, who could not escape the fire either.
Courage!
Chhampa was the recipient of the president's bravery award on the republic day..posthumously.
say...hello!
Bright...smart....a good actor!
Shall i call him Brian and get on with my story...a real story.
Brian is smart and intelligent.
Yet he had never done what is called public speaking.
So he said...
Can i do it?
i am nervous ,oh so nervous,what if say something that should not be said,what if i say nothing,just freeze,the questions attacked him from all sides.
Never has one seen such meticulous organisation,such amazing hard work and such clarity of thought....such a war mounted to vanquish the enemy..
Public speaking is a brave thing ...always.But this time it was even a braver thing as this teenager fought against his very own personal hesitations and mind blocks .He understood that he had travelled a long distance and lost the sense of his true self.From that day he began the journey that he was to undertake to begin his own winning journey and all that he had was his live-wire self.Brian took the first step .He walked to the podium and conducted the complete programme flawlessly...single handed.
He simply picked up the mic and spoke.....his first hello to his new self!
Courage!
Shall i call him Brian and get on with my story...a real story.
Brian is smart and intelligent.
Yet he had never done what is called public speaking.
So he said...
Can i do it?
i am nervous ,oh so nervous,what if say something that should not be said,what if i say nothing,just freeze,the questions attacked him from all sides.
Never has one seen such meticulous organisation,such amazing hard work and such clarity of thought....such a war mounted to vanquish the enemy..
Public speaking is a brave thing ...always.But this time it was even a braver thing as this teenager fought against his very own personal hesitations and mind blocks .He understood that he had travelled a long distance and lost the sense of his true self.From that day he began the journey that he was to undertake to begin his own winning journey and all that he had was his live-wire self.Brian took the first step .He walked to the podium and conducted the complete programme flawlessly...single handed.
He simply picked up the mic and spoke.....his first hello to his new self!
Courage!
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