Yes, you. Sitting on your chair or your bed, reading this. You have the power to rid the world once and for all of terrorism and fear. I’ll tell you how, and it won’t cost you a dime.
Let’s understand the nature of terror first – terrorists thrive because of the fear they instill in people. And people who are afraid will do almost anything to protect themselves. Including resorting to violence themselves. All the rubbish that’s happening around the world with people getting beheaded and burnt alive, is for us to consume. We can’t blame the media for reporting these incidents because it’s their job. But we have the power to choose what information we consume. Just imagine a world in which everyone turns off their TV or changes the channel when a terror attack is being reported. Just imagine a world in which we won’t be forced to be an audience for mindless violence. Without an audience, acts of terror aren’t acts of terror anymore. They are just crimes.
Let’s face it – most of the acts of terror that happen these days are only the benefit of the media, and nothing else. There is no deeper ideology and cause that they are “fighting for.” Unfortunately, being human has made us curious animals and we want to read about and watch such wanton acts of violence.
Personally, I consider myself a happy man, unafraid of being blown up by a bomb or any such nonsense. I am so because I don’t read or watch things that are meant to instill fear in me. That’s not to say that I’m living under a rock. Don’t compare me to a cat that thinks it’s invisible because it closed its eyes. It’s just that my decisions aren’t based on fear.
So, how can you stop terrorism? By not being part of the audience. Don’t click on those links, don’t read those news reports, don’t watch those stories on the news.
Sigh. If wishes were horses, the world would be such a beautiful place to live in.
For two days in a row, I have had this feeling that I’m living in a ghost town. The shortest distance from my house to my office is 18 kilometers (around 15 miles), and for the past 7 months, the shortest time I’ve taken to drive from one place to the other is 1.2 hours. So, you can imagine my surprise when, on the 13th of November, I reached my office in 27 minutes.
I parked my bike and looked around just to reassure myself that I was really there. While returning home that night, I took 30 minutes. I could not sleep a wink. The roads had been strangely devoid of people; for the longest stretches, mine was the only bike. No pedestrians, green lights all the way, no hot chicks on the sidewalk, nothing. I finally dismissed the incident as an anomaly.
When the same thing yesterday, I got scared. Where the hell is everybody?
That was when it struck me – I have a Pharaoh look going for the past three days, and I think I’ve been cursed. The thin striptease of a beard running down my chin probably sparked angry protests among the dead Pharaohs and they want revenge for my lack of respect. They’re probably playing mind games on me. Shit! I need some help!
If I don’t post anything for the next two days, you can safely assume that I’m dead.
4: to be afraid of : expect with alarm <fear the worst>intransitive verb: to be afraid or apprehensive <feared for their lives>
When the going gets tough, I tend to go to the corner store and drink a bottle of orange juice. It calms my nerves a bit. Unfortunately, this trick didn’t work yesterday, when I happened to come across the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. I panicked. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest like a gavel banging down on me. My palms instinctively clenched as sweat came pouring out through every little pore in my body. (Well, almost every pore!)
My eyes clouded and I saw myself faint. But I steeled myself against it. “I will not faint,” I told myself. “I will not faint! I will not faint!”
Slowly, I became aware of the fact that my fear was subsiding a bit, just a bit. I ventured to relax a bit and take a few deep breaths. I looked at the horrifying thing and felt a wave of revulsion and paranoia creeping over me. I somehow managed to get over it and looked the thing straight in the eyes. It stared right back at me, without battling an eyelid. It was a game of will now. I held my ground, hoping against hope that the thing would not sense my fear. I was half-expecting it to lunge at me. I braced myself, but imperceptibly. I did not want to show my fear and my doubts.
Then, it happened.
It blinked. It looked straight at me again and said, “Sir, your HSBC credit card bill. Are you feeling all right?”