WEDNESDAY PROMPT
Write Tribe has asked its readers to free write in about 500 words .
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The Fear Factor! ‘Dar
ke aage jeet hai.’ But conquering fear
is not simple and easy as gulping down an aerated drink and going forward to
take the plunge. The advertisement on television belies this fact. Fear is not
the absence of bravery but the unwillingness to make an attempt to understand
and overcome it.
Before hitting the ‘publish’ button, my mind is ravaged by
doubts of whether the readers would like my writing or not. Would I be mocked
at and labeled brainless? The fear of these unknown monsters taking
disproportionate shapes delayed my foray into the blogging world. And when I did
venture into it with baby steps it was not only fun but I slowly shed off my inhibitions.
The first seven years of my life were spent in a row house
with a mango , ‘jamun ‘ and drumstick tree for company in the front-yard of my
house. An old grandmother of our friendly neighbor would try to frighten my
mother about tales of a ghost haunting the ‘jamum’ tree , hovering around the giant tree with anklets in
the dark of the night. She advised my mother to perform ‘pooja’ to soothe the
spirit. My mother, the next day performed a small ‘pooja’ on all the trees.
Knowing my mother, I timidly questioned her whether she believed in ghosts. My
mother replied that she performed ‘pooja’ because it was the Indian way of
paying respect to Mother Nature as the trees provided shade and fruits for man.
Ghosts are a figment of our imagination and if we try to fuel the fire of imagination,
the spreading fire would destroy our trust in God ,was her further explanation. My doubts and fears were laid to rest and
never raised their ugly head again.
Last
month, my husband had to go to another city for official visit. My son felt a
bit lonely and complained of fear, fear of the unknown. I calmed down his
frightened nerves and reminded him that we are staying in a huge complex with a
hundred neighbors. Bolting the doors from inside leaves us fully secure. He
questioned me if I was not feeling scared. I then told him that I had his
company to feel secure. The child in him happily gurgled. The trust I reposed
in him made him feel brave and responsible. These are the ways to quell fear
and reinforce trust.
Watching the finale of the great Dance of Democracy, one of the participants in the discussion said that the ruling Govt. had anticipated a drubbing but what was
totally unexpected was the complete rout of the party by the saffron brigade. I
remember my History teacher; (in school) Miranda Sir telling us never to underestimate
or disregard our opponent however weak they might appear to be. If we commit
this folly, it’s our loss. Time and again we have witnessed that History repeats
itself but we humans are unwise not to read the past, understand its relevance
to the present and implement the changes in the future. The adult population of
our country has inked their index finger to bring about change. Let us
experience the breeze of development or are we asking too much?
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