Saluting a dream...

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Courage in the face of sheer adversity, grit and determination when pushed to the wall; aspiring, dreaming, voicing one’s concern, all of it and more is seen from time to time in the world around us. Right from bone chilling tales of escapes from the most horrendously warped regimes, with equally perverted mindsets, to sick minds on the loose in homes, on the streets and just about anywhere, the malaise is deep set. In fact it all begins and ends with the mind.   
Pain, suffering, atrocities either experienced firsthand or through another, are all examples of the so called bestial primeval instinct in man; the inhuman side, once unleashed not only devours the perpetrator over a period of time, but wreaks havoc in everything around. 
In times or climes such as these, where the world has become a narrower place to live in, there are competitions of a different kind, in spite of the Thomas Friedman model of a flatter, more equal earth, there are huge and glaring discrepancies; yawning chasms, bottomless pits, unbridgeable issues.
What seems like a breath of fresh air and a drop of sunshine then? What smells like the first rain drop with the promise of more to come? What looks like the proverbial silver lining around a dark cloud, what looks like the pot of gold at the end of the fairytale rainbow, what really is that?  
It is perhaps different for different people at different points of time; for me in this day and age and in world afflicted with more make-believe than real are tales of sheer pluck in the face by of all odds. One such ray of hope is the extremely soft spoken but very poised and mature beyond her years, young girl, Malala Yousafzai. There have been reams written about her, she’s been interviewed by many a journalist, she has talked at seminars and other world forums for youth, and what is she just a young girl all of sixteen but with a very clear aim and agenda. Her spirit is what should be revered and saluted.   
For me she is the embodiment and symbol of what the right education can do in the farthest, remotest corner of the earth (this need not necessarily be just geographical). The moot point is the access to right education not just the right to education. Schooled by her brave father about rights and wrongs of life, this little slip of a girl literally took on the world and shook it enough to make an impact: an impact that has already started a snowball effect and would perhaps better the lives of many more like her.
On the occasion of the International Day of the Girl Child, I salute this awesomely spunky slip of a girl…

©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap

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