Courage is something that cannot be inculcated, but something that comes from within; something that is inherently in one’s character. Standing up for your own rights is courage yes, but standing up for others’ is heroism, a thing that a very select few can ever manage to have, and something that distinguishes great men from ordinary mortals.
I am not saying this because I have suddenly become a fan of some super-hero or something, I am saying this because I suddenly felt this when I was sitting alone in my room staring at the bright light of my monitor, thinking blatantly anything and everything.
Without courage the world wouldn’t have been the same place at all, and without heroism the world wouldn’t have been here at all! People like Bhagat Singh, Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose, Martin Luther King, Harvey Milk and so many more weren’t just courageous, but they felt for others and it was this feeling of theirs that made them Heroes, the real heroes, stronger than any super-hero of a comic strip. This feeling, this urge to alleviate people of their sufferings, this strange inability to see the people accept their sufferings without protest is what makes your life worth living.
As is said “woh khoon nahi woh paaani hai jisme ubaal ka naam nahi” i.e. the blood that doesn’t boil isn’t blood but water. The blood that doesn’t boil when the fellow people squirm with pain and agony isn’t something that a person would be proud of, rather it’s something to be very ashamed of. How can anyone just see the sufferings, and then turn his backs on it as if nothing ever happened.
And yet in this world of ours, this is what we have always seen, and perhaps this is what we will always see. Every time when this has happened, someone or the other has come up, to lift the masses, to show the path to hope. But in the modern world, where the most dominant emotions are perhaps indifference and lust, will the savior arise ever again??
I wonder…
The Vidyarthi 
