In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Call Me Ishmael.”
“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show” – David Copperfield.
With today’s prompt thus, this is the third spur in a row, compelling me to ponder on a major problem, that I don’t want to know.
Freedom of Expression and Speech – Do we have it, or we don’t ? Well, I certainly don’t. The most successful of British Journalists that I see around, don’t. Who am I ! (Whoa, that’s another provocative question that I want to get out from my mind.)
Hence, I avoided daily prompt – ‘I got skills’, for the skill I want is to cast Patronus charm on the Voldemorts, you know ! (Where is Harry by the way, with his “Expecto Patronum !” and the magic wand! Have they killed him too !)
I avoided talking about faith entirely, because the little I have left in God, I need it bad. So I preserve Him, deep in my heart. I hope not the Frabjous Day come so soon, for when He does, He annihilates all. One and all – the evil and the not so evil, to start afresh ! (Those who have known me now, need I say, Alice’s Adventure in wonderland is my favourite story, as well !),
Then came today’s prompt. And the first line of my favourite novel taunted me all the more. I closed my eyes tight from Anne Frank’s Diary on my bookshelf; Dickens seems a bit more kind. Troubled more now, than when friends in FB called me a stupid cow !
But I know, responding to such prompts will take me to a slippery road.
One who is not easily daunted, who is not scared to speak up, under any given circumstances, and dies while entertaining us, teaching too – is the Hero of his own life and us all…
I have a long haul flight to catch tomorrow, and I’m not a hero
My today’s post is only to put myself to sleep,
So, I must admit –
Pardon moi, Je ne suis pas…
** It’s past 4 in morning, and I’m still staring at the screen. Would you find me childish, if I hit ‘publish’ ?