Heroes and Heeras
Location: Texas & Hyderabad
Time: Across the last 8 months
Today I write about two heroes I met . I will call them Heera one and Heera two.
Heera in Hindi means Diamond.Often used in India as a synonym to best(child/son/daughter when praised)
All the heroes of my blog will always be anonymous.Anonymity is a dangerous thing to employ because it leads to unnecessary curiosity. I have a simple reason for using it.
Heroism requires courage .
Courage dissipates a lot of energy.
The first thing a victorious person wants to do is enjoy the success in solitude.Imbibe as much energy as they can from the nature around them and then wait for their next crusade.
Most of my heroes live in creative solitude. At times, I just love to stand by and watch them enjoy their creative craziness. And that is the only time I so dearly wish to help that craziness get more crazy so that I see the most astounding work of art.
Several months ago, I met Heera one , a ‘young’ lady who changed the way I looked at one thing in life. Courage. I often thought courage was being fearless. Meeting this person made me understand a whole new meaning of courage. The story of her life proved to me that courage was just not being fearless, but fighting that fear. And fighting till you can kill the source of that fear.
It is common these days to hear about divorce and harassment stories. Hence no descriptions here. Heera one lived in a horrible environment and survived it. I wonder looking at her today if she is real or she’s some illusion in front of me. She lived on. Never gave up.Today she is a larger than life image of patience and perseverance in women for me.
Fast forward those ‘several’ months and yesterday I met Heera two, another ‘young’ girl who has survived a similar nightmare in India.Survived is a very insensitive term to even describe her victory over the marital cruelty that she went through. What she lost in that battle is still evident on her face.The chirpiness of her soul.Talking to her makes me understand another reality of life. When there is a problem and a human is a survivor, there are questions.
Questions which demand answers, yet not believed in.
Cutting out the details, I could classify humans into the following categories :
The curious questionnaires
The insensitive instigators
The ‘no-nonsense, go fight for yourself’ titans
And the last but never the least, sympathy showering loved ones.
The most over rated of all these categories are the last kind who shower love to only worsen the matters.
Heera one fought, survived, waited for the best days and made the most hay when the summer lasted.Heera two survived but lost herself in the chaos because there were too many people around her who seldom helped her realistically and regularly bothered her meaninglessly.
Where lived Heera one ?
She lived in the US
Where lived Heera two?
She lived in India.
India is a country where cultural roots are equally rewarding and punishing.The changing times still fail to make people see life from a practical perspective. Stuck to old age norms and methods, women are still subjected to all sorts of experimental approaches towards life.
Today when I look at these two heroes, I am proud to be born as a woman. But I feel bad to be still in a part of the society where making choices or surviving challenges are still probed, questioned and discussed with no obvious benefits to both the heroes or the debaters.
What happens when I scribble about this?
I see the heeras smiling at both this article and me, asking me a mute question.
Will humanity ever learn humanity?