Dreams and Glory

My dreams aren't irrational; in fact they are simple needs. Needs that are the basics of survival with self respect. Preservation of identity is essential; or the identity shall be imposed by something different or modified to a new entity. Who shall be responsible then? The one who imposed or the one who let him impose? Who would judge the guilty? Would there be a beautiful unbiased judgement or a decorated biased rule? Would there be any benefit of digging out the guilty? What had been developed by a culture from nature would turn to be a beautiful readings in the passage of history. Who will bell the cat? Who shall raise the call? Would his call be treated as a concern or he may be decorated into someone not so favored by the society? For he, who would stand death mustn't be a matter of any concern. He must aim the glory of triumph.

Questions are innumerable; philosophies even more. Not standing for what seems to be our identity is an unforgivable crime. The long dark nights of patience and perseverance shall show the rays of dawn one day. Hope shall keep the fire alive. The hope to win; or the need to survive. The night is long, his eyes are tired, the wounds are fresh but the heart still wants peace. The dream shall be established. The restless swords shall wait in their scabbard whilst the pen shall celebrate his glory.

Rise against fear

As a child I always feared to speak in front of the crowd. I had a fear of being broken down or been insulted. I never figured out how this fear developed within me. It was perhaps because of the fear of confronting people in their eyes. I never dared to face the crowd. It was also not like I tried and I was insulted.

The fear remained until college days. I never stood up to speak anything. I stayed away from the crowd. I never thought of fighting the fear within me.

It was the day of my technical seminar in my college. I had prepared a very good presentation on driverless cars. It was a trending topic and my effort had made the presentation a remarkable one. I was to give the presentation in front of my friends and the Head of the Department. I was not at all prepared with my presentation. I had a good hold on English and an adequate stock of vocabulary; but still I was not prepared. All I lacked was the confidence in me. I thought to skip it, which no one had ever done it history. I was broken inside. I could not gather the stamina inside to stand up and face everyone and elaborate everything that I had jolted in the slides. I took a few minutes for myself. I sat down and asked myself that was I a loser that I was having thoughts of quitting and giving up. I sat alone and recalled a few incidents from my childhood. I recalled the incident when I assisted my father in confronting robbers in a train and finally we achieved victory over them. I also recalled incidents of my days in scouts and guides. I recalled incidents of my philanthropy and blood donations which saved two lives at different odd situations. I fought against many odds. I didn't fail in them. I was not at all a loser. If I could have stood up against those I became pretty sure to have easily made through the seminar.

I stood up on my turn. I walked and took my stand. I prayed to Almighty for little help. I knew it was just for a few minutes and I would make through it. I spoke out in front of the sitting crowd. It was smooth and unimaginable. I couldn't imagine that it could have been that easy to speak in front of such a huge crowd. I spoke without any preparation and my presentation ultimately brought highest marks in my entire group. I nailed the presentation. It was easy and I finally made through it.

Today in my MBA, I am here giving presentations and speaking fearlessly and confidently.

Thanks to Mountain Dew!! I have learned to rise against fear..