Courage

I guess it takes all forms and shapes and sizes. I'm reading a book where the protagonist requires courage to finish a quest...She needs to delve deep inside her to find that courage in everyday life, in her decisions, in her ways and means...

And I realised that it is such a rarely used word...Courage - It spells spine, grit and determination to me.

The power to do anything, to believe and to go for what you want, while keeping in mind what the world says about you. It is also facing everyday with a smile inspite of knowing what awaits you is in your point of view, your own personal hell...and besides it is true, what do I care about banks, corruptions and earthquakes...They aren't happening to me..For me, courage would be in looking deep inside myself and accepting my flaws and being truthful, really truthful to myself...and Kapil once told me that it requires great courage to be able to be completely honest to yourself, with yourself.

I remember in college, we used to tease and make fun of many girls and a couple of guys, but 1 or 2 in particular...And I know now that when people they that they are thick skinned they are simply faking it...to prove that they are not vulnerable...because as human beings, we are so tuned in to every small emotion, gesture or thought that it would be impossible for us to not know and feel.

But the point is, I wonder and admire how they woke up and came back to college everyday..Courage, I suppose and the belief to look it through. I know I couldn't have done it and I'm equally sure that they knew that we were making fun of them..I don't know what to say, I am sorry but that is too lame since they aren't here to know it anyways.

My inspiration, courage or thought came from 3 points - I had once read a story called " Life has no erasers" and there was one line " A group of self rising girls decided to judge a peasant girl and throw her mercilessly to a pack of wolves...and we forgot that life has no erasers and now however much I want to rub that incident off..I can't"

The second one is this story called " The Hundred Dresses" where a polish girl called Wanda is teased mercilessly just because she's polish and wears only one blur frock everyday...because she's quiet and doesn't make trouble"

My third inspiration is a book called " Key of Valor" where a woman has the courage to strike out on her own and raise her child at the age of 16, make a home and cherish it...and make it warm. The courage to do what needs to be done day after day after day, for survival, for her son...but more for her urge to live and live it the way she dreamed of...and make it work for her...

We're a unique set, we humans...cruel, instoppable, humble and foolish, ridiculously so...all at once