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Freedom beyond fears…

A life is all about beliefs; we believe that we live on a planet named earth, we have a solar system and have only one sun; we believe that there is a law named gravitation and due to which we all have our feet landed on the earth. Centuries back the persisting belief was that the earth is flat but one day one man came and proved it wrong, similar is with the beliefs like position of solar system, terrestrial objects, the weather cycles and the reason of diseases; with the gust of storm of time, all the beliefs turned out to be myths and several new theories came into existence.
The blind following of beliefs is a common practice now too, we get thoughts inculcated in us and with time they become our belief; we believe that the education is important for our livelihood and existence, we have trust in the institutions and we don’t want to question because we are told not to do that.
Now the thought comes, the common human nature is to seek the formidable, so why we don’t seek the things we are asked not to do.
Contemplating in depth, we can find the real reason, those beliefs have been made connected to our religion and faith for god, and we believe that there is a super power and we follow the practices to praise him or to praise the faith. Now the next thought in school of thoughts is, what made in the history to evolve these theories and beliefs?
If we sit quietly and introspect, we can see the real reason. What made us blindly follow something, it is not the complete knowledge of the subject, but is it something hidden to us and we fear about it, we are little afraid and that fear blocks our mind to think freely, rather we start thinking it on emotional grounds and follow the practices in the name of traditions; this is a common human nature and this is the reason why religion and faith on super natural powers were introduced. There was a time when humans were evolving and since their natural instincts were barbarian and they love to be free from all limits, there was a chaos in the world; relations, emotions, brotherhood, respect, all these soft words and feelings were losing their existence and people were getting involved in practising free will that too in a destructive manner. This made few intellectuals feel that all such practices might lead the human existence to an impasse, they thus decided to search for some rules, some principles of nature, they went around the world and observed the habits of many organisms, and they observed the movement of sun, stars, change in seasons and thus concluded few principles of nature.
This was the birth of science and a new era began in which using a newly found tool, science, the intellectuals made rules for humans. But there was another problem, since normal human beings were too busy in enjoyment and fights, there was no reason why these humans believe and follow the principles and rules, which were about to restrict their freedom to some extent.
Now it was the time when another tool was forged by the great minds of that era, the religion. The humans were told about the miracles of nature but they were not explained in the scientific terms, rather they were told those as deeds of some invisible and omnipresent super powers, the humans were terrified and they succumbed to the concept of gods and goddesses. They start believing it and develop faith in them. Now since, humans were unknown of the real reasons this ignorance amplifies their fear and this fear blocks their ability to reason and question. By this way, the free moving, barbarian and uncivilized humans were tamed by the whip of principles of science in the name of religion.
If we sit silently for a moment and observe the nature around us, we can feel that the real inspiration comes from the nature, the chirping sound of the birds, the roar of predators, the color pattern of peacock, the formation of clouds, the human body itself, they all can inspire us in all aspects from art to science. The humans got the inspiration from the nature and as a gratitude to her; they declared her to be a goddess and all her elements as gods.
These set of principles, albeit tamed the human being and made them civilized, but at the same time, made them followers too. Now the common humans need a hero to follow; a saint or a priest or self proclaimed envoy of god. No doubt, many of those saints and priests actually led a life of abeyance; they were ascetic and devoted their life in the search of absolute truth; they explored the potential human powers and hidden principles of nature and did a significant deed in the growth of human civilization. But the sad part was that many of those saints and priests used the belief of masses in a wrong way; to satisfy their own ego and to quench their thirst of popularity. They enjoyed being worshipped; they made their own territories and made segregations amongst the humans in the name of religions.
The worst part of those practices came when the common human got so busy in his/her day to day cliché schedule that he/she almost forgot the real purpose of being on the earth; the natural inquisitive instinct, the reasoning and logical approach. The masses follow the religion without pondering over the reasons and explanations of the practices; as a result the common humans are ignorant to the real sciences and mysteries of nature. They just see the sea from being at shore, and never jump into it, wearing the suit of reasoning and having a mask of logical approach. The common masses fear to jump into the sea as they are told that they will be drowned, but the real freedom is fathoming the depths of the ocean.
The real freedom is beyond the limits of any limitations; it is in seeking the absolute, carving from amorphous the shape one wants. The real freedom is beyond all fears.freedom

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The Password….

Hey what is thaatttttt????
Ravi almost screamed at me, with surprise in eyes and astonishment in voice.
Abhi, is that your password, you typed it my mistake here, but really how can you make that your password after so many years, Abhi answer me,
And slowly his words were getting faint and I was sailing in the ocean of reminiscences,
It was a day of beauty and bliss; I was getting ready for my college.
In hustle and bustle I gulped my breakfast and leaped out of my house, threw myself on my bike, and rushed for the college which was around 6 kms from my house.
The road was clean with queue of trees at both sides providing an aegis from sunrays and making ambience cool and pleasant. I was heading to the college and suddenly heard horn of another bike, he was my friend Ravi; coming from his house and coincidentally met me on the way. So from there, we speeded to the college, raced, chased, and reached the “pappu corner”, the hangout place of us, it was a small stall of tea and snacks.
We sat there and ordered for a cup of tea, sipping the hot tea and discussing on contemporary issue was our favorite pass time, and of course the topics varied from foreign policy of the nation to the new girl in the college, anything and everything.
We finished our teas and headed to our bikes, we hardly reached our bikes and suddenly there was a sound of a bang, we turned our faces and saw a jeep colliding with a barrow which was standing at the corner of road.
We rushed to that place, the jeep was fine but the barrow man was injured, he perhaps couldn’t move and got hit by the jeep directly, he was lying on the road with blood making the road look red, there were tears in his eyes, meanwhile the driver of the jeep was nabbed by people and they took him to the police station, I picked the harrow man and my friends called ambulance, but perhaps it was too late.
The barrow man murmured in my ears, “ Saab, I will not survive, I have one daughter, how will she survive”, he was crying but now I understood that the tears were not because of physical pain but for the mental agony he was facing and the thought of her daughter.
I put him on the bench and made him drink water; meanwhile we heard the sound of ambulance.
The doctor rushed out of it and came to the barrow man, I tried to carry him but now his body was not responding at all, I got scared and doctor started examining him.
“I am sorry, he is no more”
These words struck my ear drums, making my nerves active, they took the message to my brain and as usual brain had to give necessary decision, but it didn’t. My brain was stuck, I was stunned.
I sat down on the ground with tears in eyes and eyes of barrow man in my mind.
Meanwhile police arrived and started their investigation, the case was filed against the jeep driver and since we were there to aid the barrow man, we were asked to go to the house of barrow man and tell his family about the tragedy.
I knew in the name of family the poor barrow man had a daughter only and I took the courage to go and face the little poor girl and to answer her questions.
I, with my mates, went to his house after asking people of that locality, we knocked and went in, it was a shabby house with leakages from roof and broken floor.
There we saw a little girl, hardly 15 years old, she looked at her with questions in eyes, and I was having tears in my eyes and tried my best not to shatter.
I sat on my knees and told the kid about the incident, she was still looking at us with surprise as if she was asking, “why you all are kidding”
But then she realized we were not joking, she burst into tears and cried loudly, I hugged her and tears flowed away from my eyes.
We made necessary arrangements for the funeral and offered fire to the dead body of barrow man. But there was something in my mind, in the rising flames of pyre I decided to do all the possible help to make the poor kid self dependent.
I consulted my friends and finally was able to form a group of people thinking alike and ready to help me.
We used to meet the kid daily after college in batches and helped her in studies. By mutual contribution we filled her school fees and financed other necessary amenities,
Slowly we were able to make the kid believe in our endeavors and she started developing self confidence.
It was my final year and I passed out but the group I formed was still there, working for that kid and helping her. I too remained in touch with her and my juniors and witnessed the transformation of that girl.
She was in class 12; she scored rank 5 in the region. She called me and asked me to come to the felicitation ceremony as she was asked to bring her family.
I was more than happy, and with my friend Ravi went there.
She was smiling and then her name was announced on the stage,
“Radhika miracle girl of 2002”
There were claps from each corner of auditorium.

Hey Abhi???? It has been 20 years; still you are using her name as a password???
A steep voice made me out of my world of memories but I could still feel the clapping sound in my ears
I smiled and put my cursor into the dialogue box of email id to delete the password I typed my mistake,
Radhikamiraclegirl2002.

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A wonder girl…..

“Shaini shalini”…the whole auditorium was echoing her name and the crowd of spectators was shouting out with its hand raised high.

“Oh! See how talented she is! She is a slum girl...

There was praise and astonishment in the voice and surprisingly it brought wetness in her eyes, she was very happy albeit but when these words met her ear drums, the produced a different sensation in her mind, she was there on the stage, she was the winner today, but in her mind she now plunged into the reminiscences of her past.

Shaliniiiiiiii……..a scream of her mother, and as soon as Shalini opened her eyes, she saw her mother’s furious face, frown and red in anger. It was 7 o’ clock and shalini was in the bed, so obviously late for her school. In hustle and bustle she got ready and finally left for school, she could see happiness in her mother’s eyes while sending her to the school.

Shalini was an inhabitant of “Kolar slum”, a place giving home to impoverished population of the city, a place where roads were the drains because the drains were all chocked of debris, they overflew leaving the water no way but to encroach in the territory of roads.

In that big slum, there was a small hovel providing shelter to a poor family, a family having five kids, four girls and one boy, and their parents. The patriarch of family was Arvind, a guy with strong built but addicted to smoking and heavy drinking, he used to own a barrow which not only carry the commodities of customers but also the burden of his family, it was the only source of income until Shanti, wife of Arvind, Started working as home maid in rich families of a nearby posh colony.

Time was flowing with its pace and with change of seasons, the kids were growing up, among them there was Shalini, number two when counted in descending order of age, whether it was the blessing of almighty or rich and harsh experiences of life, Shalini developed in her a sense of understanding, responsibility and determination, She was sharp minded and after sincere efforts of Shanti, finally Shalini was able to get registered in the nearby middle school.

She was not only good in studies but also had an inherent art of dance, she was a terrific dancer and without even being in any training class, she could dance to all beats leaving the viewers mesmerized.

She was having a tough time, she used go get up early in morning and help her mother in the odd jobs of the house, then with her siblings she goes to pick some “can be useful “commodity from the rag and tries to sell it to nearby “Kabariwala” to fetch some money, this money was small in amount but had huge importance for those kids, this was the source of their small happiness, sometimes in the form of candy, sometimes peanuts, sometimes sweet laddos of golu halwai, sometimes ride of giant wheel in nearby fair. After returning home, Shalini goes to school

The kids were in great poverty but they have developed a way to improvise the pertaining circumstances and have learned to smile in touch conditions.

Life was moving and Shalini was burgeoning and transforming into a young girl, good in studies and extra ordinary in dance. But life was perhaps planning to test her mettle by some more difficulties, her father, Arvind, was getting ill effects of drinking and smoking, making him weak, ill and feeble. He was now unable to go to work and sitting whole day in house, he used to drink and abuse all, spoiling the atmosphere and instilling hatred and fear in the hearts of his family members.

Shalini now couldn’t practice dance in house and she even doesn’t like to come to house as there were conflicts and fights between her parents which usually end in severe beating of her mother by her father, seeing all this the kids now remain scared and worried, situations were frustrating and this was the time when a Shalini decided to change the conditions by whatever possible means.

She explained these conditions to her teacher in school, Mrs. Malti Shah, a lady who was having a soft corner for Shalini due to her talent,

Mrs. Shah arranged a room in school where Shalini can study and practice dance, days went on and Shalini was excelling in both streams,

She was in tough situations but was striving hard, she never complained to anyone about her precarious circumstances, nor she accepted all those as her destiny, she faced them and was trying to change them.

“After the darkest hour of night, there comes the dawn”

And now it was the time for this Star to shine, there was a dance competition in the city, open for all irrespective of any age, class or creed. A platform where anyone can portray his/her talent, the event has its name as “Shining Star”, the best part of it was the reward of free training in dance academy of the city, a college of high repute among dance aficionados.

Shalini was told about this even by her teacher, Mrs. Shah,

“This is the time Shalini; you have to show the world what you have as inherent quality”

Monetary aids for reservation and dance props were provided by Mrs. Shah and Shalini was into the event qualifying the auditions.

One after another rounds, now the things were so cliché; Shalini climbs the stage and in few minutes leaves the audience mesmerized and astonished, and then huge applause in the auditorium and shouts all around, Shalini was now a new sensation, a budding star, a champion in making.

Local news papers and local channels were covering this each day, and seeing his daughter’s fame, Arvind was now feeling sorry for his behavior at home, he was repenting that he did nothing to support her but exacerbated the situations.

And, then came the night, a night preceding the final day of competition, Shalini was seeing the her parents talking in the room, but to her surprise they were actually talking and not fighting, she couldn’t remember after how many months she was seeing that scene.

She noticed that there was some wetness in the eyes of her father, and her mother was consoling him.

In the morning, Shalini was getting prepared in hustle and bustle; she burned few incense sticks in front of the idol of lord Ganesh, offered two laddos and requested for his blessings, she was standing with hand folds and eyes closed, after her silent conversation with lord Ganesh, she turned and saw two legs, she raised her face and was surprised to see her father there, there were tears in his eyes, she could say nothing but put his hand on her head and uttered “ God bless you, May you taste the success”.

Shalini plunged into tears and hugged her father; she was feeling as if she has won the title of “Shining Star”.

Arvind asked her to leave quickly and promised her to come to see the finals today,

Shalini was on cloud nine and rushed out of house, took her bicycle and paddled as fast as she could.

She was traveling on the clouds in her heart.

She reached the venue, went into the auditorium where her teacher was waiting for her, seeing Shalini there, the reporters rushed to her to ask her questions, Shalini was in a great hurry to tell her teacher what happened in the morning, so she didn’t reply to any of them, but a question from someone made her struck for a moment,

“Being a slum girl, how do you feel to have this glory and fame?”

“Being a slum girl”, was it praise or a comment, and was it deliberate sarcasm?

She was having thoughts in her mind, but since there was less time left, she came out of the world of thoughts into the pragmatic world. She told her teacher about the morning incident concisely, Mrs. Shah smiled, so as Shalini.

Shalini rushed into the changing room, dressed up, took the props and now she was waiting for her turn, a moment for which she actually waited for years, a moment which can bring her family together, a moment which can usher a way of bright future for her.

“And after this tremendous performance, now it is the time for our last finalist, Shalini, the wonder girl”

A Shivering she felt in her, her feet were stumbling, the distance of stage from changing room now suddenly changed into miles,

Mrs. Shah noticed that, she came and hugged Shalini, and in her ear murmured, “Do it for you, do it for you father, he is watching you, he is in the audience”

Shalini saw her father, sitting silently, staring the stage and now she felt as if there was no one in the auditorium but his father only, she went on stage, greeted him with a bow, and started flying on the beats, the body was responding to the rhythm so nicely that it was creating a magical effect, in her dance she portrayed her story, her struggles and her victory.

A dance which can be witnessed only by lucky ones, audience was on its feet and clapping without a break. Few had smile on face, few had tears and few were mesmerized and couldn’t respond in expressions, they were standing still.

Shalini left the stage and went in the changing room, now it was the result time.

After formalities and few types of filler, the anchor finally announced the names of runner ups, there was huge shout and clapping

Then came the moment of the day, the winner’s name was about to be revealed, thought it was not a surprise now but all were waiting to hear that name, and then came the voice

“And the “Shining star” of this year is, the wonder girl, Shalini”

“Shaini shalin”…the whole auditorium was echoing her name and the crowd of spectators was shouting out with its hand raised high.

 

“See she is a slum girl”

Again that word, Shalini was too happy in this moment, her father was crying out of happiness and she was eager to reach him, to show him the trophy, and to hug him.

But in a corner of her mind, one other thought was also there, “Slum girl”

Why is she being seen in such aspect, why is there the term “slum girl”

No one from the audience was there to help her when she was struggling, no one actually even bothered about her, not any one will bother in future about kids like her, then how can they say those terms.

She was in a plight but she did all the effort and came out of it, she never beseeched anyone for help, she was in a slum but had her own life, she was not complaining about it. So why people are now looking at her with a feeling of pity and grant, she doesn’t need anybody’s help, she knows how to fight the difficulties and how to overcome them.

She was then asked to speak something about her journey and about the victory.

Shaini grabbed the microphone, and then the words came out of her mouth as

I am a girl, a normal girl,

A girl with dreams

A girl with normal wishes

Though I reside in slum, dense, impervious to sun’s ray

Though I face plights each night and day

But I never complain, I try hard

I smile with my siblings, play in my yard

I dance to the rhythm of dreams

To let me be free of fetters, to live freely

I am a girl, a normal girl

I don’t want to be known as a slum girl

I don’t want to be seen with pity

I don’t want any sort of grant

I will try and succeed of my own

All you can do is to wish for me

And I will fly high, you all can see

I am in the ocean of plights, like a shining pearl

One day the world will know me as “The wonder girl”images