A LITTLE HELP FROM YOURSELF...
I would like to tell
it again, slightly in a different way: “Others’ problems will always be
others’… till they come in my own life!”
Even if I deeply ‘empathize’
with them, their problems will always remain theirs’.
Yes, my students’ problems
are their own…
My parent’s are their
own…
My spouse’s are her own…
My son’s are his own…
My best friend’s are,
too.
A young college-going girl has a special problem: she is
afraid to make friends with any one! In college – she belongs to a girls’
college – she hasn’t made a single friend… the very thought of it scares her…
Any persuation from her parents, in this regard, only makes her resist and hate
going to college.
Making friendship
with boys is the most dreaded proposition…
“Silly!” This is the
first reaction from any of us… “Funny girl!”
“Stop making nakras,” many of her teachers and
relatives shout at her.
“I am not making any nakras,” the girl cries.
“Show her to a
psychologist,” some well-wishers have suggested, “She needs help.”
Yes, the young girl
needs help.
She is not doing any nakras and nataks… She is helpless… She needs help.
There are people like
this young girl. They are frightened of the world outside… They are afraid of
making friends… They live in their own world…
This young girl’s
mother knew me very well… So, she had come to see me, some days ago.
Well, I am not a
psychologist… I am only a teacher who teaches young ones like this one… So,
what could I tell them? How could I help them?
“Sir, she is very
sincere…
But, when she comes to do it,
she backs out in fear,” the mother
explained,
“I just want her to be here in your sessions…
I have no big hopes,
just a little help will do.”
I used my best charm
on the young one to persuade her to be there, the next day. Yes, she did come... but,
with mother along! The following day, the young one did appear alone… And, my focus
had been not to put any pressure on this young one… Never even to make her
aware that she had to say ‘hello’ to someone… or offer a smile. I kept away
any agenda and allowed the young one to watch what was going on… including the
motivational videos being shown. I allowed her to be…
On the third day,
just before ten minutes to the session, the mother called up. “Sir, she is refusing
to attend,” the mother cried on the phone, “I don’t know how to help her.”
The mother needed
help more than the daughter, now. “Relax ma’am,” I consoled, “let’s not lose
hopes… Let’s not give up… She will overcome her problem.”
I only hoped so. I knew,
I was being kind on the phone… Nothing more than that!
The session started
and I was feeling bad for the young one. “How nice if she could help herself a
little at least…” I was thinking, “Hope, she does.”
And behold! The young
girl entered the class… Giving me a very pleasant surprise and making me really
happy!
Hope works… Oh, it
does!
During the session, I
kept the theme: How we can work wonders by helping ourselves. “We all have our
own problems… And, to come out of our problems, we need to help ourselves…
Everyone else in our lives is just a cheerleader… God and the angels are our partners
in success… But then, we need to take the first step… we need to have the
desire to over come our problems… we need to seek help… we need to be
determined to do it. It only works then, not otherwise.”
I showed them the YouTube
video on Scott James, the young contestant who stunned the world when he
gathered courage to walk on to the stage. Yes, the same young man, who had
remained in ‘hiding’ all these years… frightened to venture into the outside
world! And, I, once again hoped, that my own young one, who was watching this video, would
go home a little more determined to do what we all were wanted her to.
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary,
When troubles come and my heart burdened be,
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas,
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders,
You raise me up, to more than I can be.
There is no life - no life without its hunger,
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly,
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas,
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders,
You raise me up, to more than I can be.
Lyrics by JOSH GROBAN
After the session,
the young girl stayed back. “Sir, I will be coming regularly,” she promised me,
all charged up, “I like the class.”
Well, I tried to hold
back my own tears… “Thank you beta… I
am really, really happy,” I patted her back, gently, “We need to help ourselves!”
The silent nod
indicated that the young one had no disagreement with me.
The sessions are on…
The promise is kept.
Hope works… Yes, it
does!
GERALD D’CUNHA
Pics.: Vivek D'Cunha
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