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reached the same national highway – the Assam
Road highway, which was filled with trucks moving on. The traffic
of trucks can be seen round the clock. Suddenly I came in front of
a slow moving truck, and the driver gave me the lift.
     
    I had never imagined the time would come up with that
humiliation to unlock my chastity-belt. Leaving the people behind
to weep for their own guilt, I reached my home at morning five
o’clock. I met my mother and I spoke to her for just ten minutes.
The heart filled with hatred and mind with fear did not let me stay
any longer. I left for Bokaro Steel City where my elder brother
lived. The city is located in Jharkhand state. My brother sheltered
me for a year where I worked hard to improve English and got a job
for a newspaper as a sub-editor. After a year, seeing my
communication skill improved, my maternal uncle took me to the U.S.
for a short period of time, where I learnt French and Spanish and
taught some students.
     
    My freedom and hope made my way ahead and the trials
and triumphs helped me rebuild my life. I become a possibilitarian,
no matter how dark things seemed to be or actually were, I raised
my sights and saw the possibilities. The difference between success
and failure is often not who has the most money, or the best
education: it is motivation. Ninety-nine percent of the failures
come from people who have the habit of making excuses. A pessimist
sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the
opportunity in every difficulty. In the most segregated hour of
life also I kept myself productive and didn’t let myself get
distracted from solving problems. Starting from the scratch, trying
not to fall in the chasm of misunderstanding, the opportunity began
to come as a zero sum game, in which my dreams came at my expense,
but I often reminded myself that I had set myself a difficult task,
and I would succeed if I persevere. I would have a joy in
overcoming obstacles and delight in climbing rugged paths.
     
    “Improve yourself and you will find that the world is
less by a rascal.” –Plato
     
     

Chapter Eight
    “Some people change themselves as per the frame of
time. Some people make the frame itself changed.” –Arabic
saying
     
    Pain and pleasure, chaos and harmony, opportunity and
checkmate, defeat and victory, everything I was experiencing in my
life. Though it is a fact that whatever you scramble in this world
is just a fleeting show, but the seed of wisdom which was
germinating in my soul was driving me to fight the incursions of
evils at every juncture. At every crossroad I waited till I could
visualize any way of perspicuous grandeur.
     
    I wasn’t willing to come back to India, but the
treatment I was receiving from my benefactor was corroborating my
dejection. That doesn’t mean America was Utopia to me. My yellow
peril was vanishing out living with vainglorious, sacrilegious, and
zombies Americans and my tuft-hunting attitude was not serving any
purpose but encountering third-degree circumstances.
     
    In 2001, when I was in America, 9/11 terror attack
shook the entire world. If we look back into how-and-why factor, we
find that before this attack, Muslim power was wreaking global
chaos and there was no one to stand against. At that time, America
was conceptualizing about Trojan horse in the state of suspended
animation. The half of the world knows that Americans themselves
orchestrated the World Trade Center attack and killed so many
innocent people. And they engraved this truth because of the first
reason that they had to defeat Muslim power, and second, the U.S.
government had to engage the people in war to reverse their
declining economy. American lifestyle is so expensive that they
always need a war so that they can confiscate the wealth of other
countries to compensate their own loss. The Muslim fundamentalists
were left dumbfounded seeing the catastrophic trick played by the
Americans sitting in the Whitehouse. Their vouchsafe