In my childhood I was a most carefree child ,always on the move never sitting still.As far as my memory goes, when I was barely three years old ,I was a most independent child.I never liked the idea of being dependent on any one be it for taking a bath or getting dressed up.I was very particular in selecting the dress I was going to wear for the day and would often reject my mother’s choice of clothes. I was a child who knew what I exactly wanted. I even refused help in the buttoning of my clothes ,which I did myself though in a topsy- turvy manner. So as a child I was a happy contented, self willed and confident child who did not know what the word fear meant .Till date fear was a stranger for me as it had not yet touched my life and for me that something called fear did not exist.
It was my usual practice to get dressed and go out of the
house and have a view of the passers by from the gate. Then one day I ventured
out on the road lured by the long black stretch because I wanted to know what
lay at the end of it. It was a mystery for me which fascinated me and make me
walk out. I walked for a small stretch
and then stopped, thinking that I would explore further the next day.
Made bold by my venture I again walked out on the road. I was walking jauntily
all dressed up in my favorite dress ,unconcerned about the idea of the cars
passing by. Suddenly there was a loud screeching of brakes behind me. I stood
petrified, unable to move. An unknown strange feeling gripped me, which I later
realized was fear. It had made me its prey, digging deep into my heart,making
me numb and unable to move. I turned back
and saw a severe car crash and one of the cars had even caught fire.The
drivers were profusely bleeding and it was quite a gory sight.Just then my
mother finding me missing came rushing out of the house and picked me up in her
arms. I snuggled close to her and closed my eyes .All my confidence came
crashing down and I broke down into uncontrollable sobs.
From that day onwards
I started fearing fast moving cars and the screeching sounds produced by them.
Now I knew what fear meant. There was no escape for me from it.
When my college friends talked of Formula1 Racing ,I knew
that I would never be able to go and
watch this event. They even made fun of me calling me a coward. Then my mother
came to my rescue and told me that fear was just a stranger and I had the power
in me to throw it out of my system. She instilled in me a new confidence and
told me that to be victorious I had to catch the bull by its horns. I became
determined to do the impossible and decided to sit in a racing car. I soon got
this opportunity as a company was giving a chance to a lucky few to enjoy a
ride in their racing car. I got selected and knowing that this was the moment
to prove myself I set off to attend the event. Surprisingly I did not even have
an iota of that fear which had so long haunted me.
The organizers were doubtful that I being a girl could do it
as many boys were looking squeamish and afraid. I knew that I could do it and
felt very happy .The result was that seeing my enjoyment and happiness I was given
the chance to do three laps instead of one.
I had defeated my enemy and was at last victorious. Praises
were showered on me and every one looked at me with wonder. It was a feat no
less than putting my flag on the Everest.
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