Simply put, a majority is made with a diverse group of people. I wonder does majority constitute a cohesive group of single attitude or background or faith? Is that even possible?
We still hear conversations about mine and yours, ours and theirs, his and hers.
As a society, we are compartmentalizing people and cultures, consciously or unconsciously. How can we claim majority or mainstream identity, if we must downplay others, simply because they do not speak our language or fit in a different box, made by us?
Let us expect and respect diverse thought. It’s a one-ticket to success or failure by ‘majority’ definitions. In “Terror Strikes The HoCleS,” I have put across fun, progressive scenarios of people, some based on real interviews of few amazing people, to illustrate how we do more damage than good, and how they rescued themselves from terror. Dont tell the kids, but fiction is often based on facts😉!
One of them retired as a very high ranking official, one is a professor, and those still in conflict, I hope, will heal and make their lives better, following their inspiration. Interesting and most of us didn’t even know it!
The humour favoured the educated, protecting their actions/decisions with laughter and guns favoured the makers alone. Terrorism was catching as much as the fashionable trends at the Malls. Everyone was pitching their own brand.
Looking back it feels as if everything happened for a reason. It didn’t make sense and no one offered any explanation and now I realize, just as well. I spoke to a lot of people, and whenever I was near giving up, I’d meet someone who would listen and understand what I was saying, offer a twig of hope, the slightest reason to go on. An agreement to something I said that made sense to both, that urged me on. At times, it was a line in a book here, a paragraph there, a video on youtube.
I tried to talk to war veterans, people in crime, poverty, and other important variables that relate to terrorism. People barely spoke about such topics, at least to strangers. Two academics, I had pinned my hopes on, shattered it all, within the same month. Ph.D’s lost relevance for me then. One* is thriving on stolen work, the other saw minority favouritism through his PhD diagnostic fluff.
At the same time, I got tips about every significant variable, from a stranger to a stranger, fitting another piece of this puzzle. I was finally meeting the right people, but at random.
My less intense exposure to atrocities in violence had saved me but kept me involved. I hadn’t been affected directly, but all those voices of people who wanted to be heard, those who had directly suffered, those who had seen ridiculous violence on both sides, their hopes and confusions, had become mine.
How can a sufferer realize his plight, when he or she is in the thick of it? How is someone to objectively realize their condition, when they do not have the education or the resources? Financial and moral strength in dis-repair, how do they lift themselves out of it?
I lived my crises for a long time did not know how to help me until a few quiet weeks made me aware about the gravity of their situation and I developed the will to do something about it. Having done it before, I must do it again, with or without another degree in another country. I guess I’d served my time living through minor suffering and lifting myself out of it to fully understand and appreciate another’s crises, though it was absolutely no comparison.
To face social opposition and (non-killing) attacks by the educated and affluent was very uplifting, if that makes sense. It was plain insight about the condition we human beings put each other through, involuntarily or even, voluntarily.
I had found a mushrooming pattern, revealed in, “Terror Strikes The HocleS,” an e-book fundraiser available at https://www.amazon.com/Terror-Strikes-HoCleS-V-Sabharwal-ebook/dp/B0772CVGKB
Almost a generation ago, I was asked to go research terrorism. I took it on because I wanted a change of job. And decisions like this we make in our twenties, change our lives, forever.
What you seek, you find. Right😄! I wanted travel, I got it. I loved adventure, I got it. I wanted to explore terrorism / war and what it was about, I got the opportunity. I have been lucky!
Every great experience eventually gets to the soul. Especially the research on terrorism. Only an eighteen month exposure, but twenty four years later, I’m still living with it!
I went through a phase that made me feel it was a privileged duty towards the country. Then there was a phase of research and meeting people related to it in and out of uniform, on both sides of bars and weapons. I learned apprehensions and facing them. Later, I thought it was a moral responsibility to find a solution.
Utter frustration followed when I realized one person really couldn’t do anything about it. I hated and later accepted my limitations.
To understand the problem, I went all out, but comprehension evaded me. There are after all, so many aspects to it! Years later, I found out that marriage, move, and so on were temporary distractions and the ‘got to do something about it’ passion came back, outside of the official surrounds.
Life mocked for a while, but I kept reading and wondering why military solutions to terrorism only made it worse. Droll humor appeared in the world and it did not do any better than the guns.
We are simple people, making the best of situations and resources. Sometimes we suggest to ourselves that all is well, or will be well. Fingers crossed, hope for the best, and so on😉
Other times, we tend to ignore trends that bother us, till things go seriously wrong.
In our country or another. Consciously or unconsciously, we rationalize that (the problem) is far, can’t relate, didn’t know, etc. Our responses range from cannot do anything about it to online donations.
Our constant striving is to be safe and happy. We can believe that those problems can never happen to us. Till it does.
I believe life happens when we least expect it, and when we feel vulnerable. Then we have two choices: meet the problem head on or shiver ‘n’ shake. At times, denial or cop out. I’ve done all of the above.
Take terrorism. There is no first aid for it. By the time we recognize the problem and own it as action-worthy, it is already too late. A social cancer, if you will.
When does the problem take root? What all can we do before we feel the terror? Does old logic breed new thought for novel and effective solutions?
Figure out your response strategy to this problem that seems distant and non-relatable. Read a fictional presentation of the pattern of trends in our societies that lead to the crises building UP to terrorism.
Available at AMAZON: “Terror Strikes the HoCleS.” By V Sabharwal. (Sample the chapters first).
Let us join hands and be prepared to break our pattern. Take ownership and act now.
I believe the solution to this problem will come from where it began. And, it might take a few minds and nations to get together on this to make the solution effective and long-term. Since it is not a military problem, the solution is not solely military either.
The military just offers the tourniquet. Maybe a band-aid.
It is important to understand terrorism because it effects all of us, directly or indirectly. Lets work together on finding the panacea to terrorism. Travel with the searching hearts and minds of Findalot, Knex, and Cynix in
COMING SOON to KDP, Amazon. ”Terror Strikes The …👀”
Stay tuned for name change.
P.S. Tech issues as anticipated by this non-tech person! Apparently, KDP is closed on the weekend, and so this date has to be moved forward to probably Nov 2nd. They take 72 hours to activate link after Me is done. Will Update after speaking to them!
Our planet has watched us evolve; letting us stumble and fall, play and laugh, cry and learn, stand up and run with all of our instincts – as we fearfully mastered them.
Now, across the globe, we are fearless masters of our universe(s). The Earth is telling us across the globe, “… slow down. Stop, Children! You are masters of your own universe, not The Universe. You are most intelligent on Earth, till you take me for granted and prove yourself foolish! You are the master of your world, not The Planet, Earth.”
The Earth, as in Mother Nature has been elastic in accomodating all of us and our little, wilfull charades and tirades. She reminds us of her rules, reprimands us, like a mother would, and lately, she has been furious at our repeatedly inconsiderate misdemeanours.
We are just pushing our limits, her limits of tolerance as a nurturer, as a parent who wants the best for us. All the current global events, remind me of school or a government office. Its like the superintendent or minister has called for a meeting because there are things out of control in every school, in every department.
Lest we Forget! The earth is being elastic. Lets not give her plastic: in material, attitude, and code of ethics.
Otherwise, its time she taught us a lesson. Be ready!
No, I’m not talking about Trump ji* and Modi ji. I have been doing injustice to the blog lately. This is because I am struggling with doing a balancing act between technology and creativity. The quota is kapoot😉!
Couple years ago, I met a few editors/ publishers. Lately, I’ve been onto the path of exploring self-publishing channels. And apparently, editors are an expensive affair, a luxury! That eliminated, it leaves me, myself, and I! 😄
Thus, I’m strapped in to facing the tech challenges on the path to publishing on kindle, KDP. For some of you, thats a laughing breeze. For me, its a nightmare in technology. 😄 I should really try a small book or story book or collection of poems. But I have nothing else I want to publish.
Few edits later, artwork done, I’m up for the final edit and going through the last step. Which has a million of its own steps in the process. Its time to launch the book. Something deep down tells me this is the right year for “Terror in Nincompoopia.” Coming Soon.
🍂October says: 🍁Fall 💖for the deadline😉!
*Ji or Jee is a prefix added to people’s name for respect or elders.