Tragedy of Haiti

Source :Google photo of Haiti

Synopsis : There are many countries that go through a greater share of misfortune than the others, Haiti being one of them. They have suffered and continue to suffer from poverty, corruption, ineffective government, international apathy, lack of jobs and very little foreign investment. Just one family kept an iron grip on them through mass murder and torture but they are gone now so Haitians breathe a little easier. It is a tragedy that so nice people with so much potential live in such dire straights.

 

If you ask someone where is Haiti in the world map, most people will not know let alone anything about the country or its people but one day I packed my bag and flew in to Port au Prince not knowing what to expect.

It is a small airport just near the city that has an ocean front but a part of Port au Prince is spread over the steep mountain slopes that form a majestic backdrop to the city below but up there where the air is cooler and where most of the rich people live have great mansions that are uniquely designed to fit the slopes. So their garage is at the top of their house and the rooms two or three story below with a balcony that gives a spectacular view of the mountain , the city below and the blue ocean beyond.

While driving up the slopes to reach Petionville,you will notice the vendors by the roadside selling beautiful rugs made of animal skins of various colors and shades and many other handi craft made of wood or clay. These vendors also mark the invisible border beteen the poorer and the richer section of the city and eke out a living.

Near the waterfront is the GPO or the post office where the artists spread their wares on the sidewalk for sale. You will find interesting oil and water color paintings , polished wooden boxes and many other handicraft so you may stop to look at them raising the hope of vendors who may not have sold anything but wait in the scorching sun.

It helps to know French in Haiti spoken by the elite and the educated ones but helps more if you know Creole that all Haitians speak who are mostly poor.Speaking Creole helps you get a better deal but the quality of the paintings are not extraordinary so you end up with what you pay for.

The aerial view just before you touch down is more than shocking to the first time visitor to Haiti because it shows a large spread of a bidonville where the poorest of the poor live . You will find many minibuses gaudily painted in bright colors showing big breasted women in skimpy clothes . You will see the gutters overflowing with sewage and garbage but the Haitians do not mind. They will be seen loading charcoal, live chicken, goats, fruits and vegetable laden baskets on top while they pack as many people as possible inside before they leave for the provinces.

To get a better view of the city you will have to climb the hill top to the balcony of the hotel there called Castel Haiti from where you will notice a massive cemetery below where many victims of a very repressive dictator called Papa Doc and later his son are buried. He wrote the history of this unfortunate nation in blood and where his son continued the bloody legacy through his goons called Ton Ton Macoute that I saw on the streets .

Haitians lived in fear of these murderous goons who wielded absolute power and could arrest anyone even suspected of voicing their dissent , tortured them or killed them so the cemetery kept growing. The head of this goon squad was a big woman who enjoyed torturing her prisoners.

I arrived at a time when the Haitians were in the streets in large numbers celebrating their Mardi Gras beating drums, symbals and drinking rhum as if there was no tomorrow. They were partially right. I heard it from the prostitutes who hung around Castel Haiti hoping for a client but I also saw it in the faces of people who were suffering. There was no war like in Vietnam but there are many types of war. The agony of living under a dictatorship and suffering was no less than a war where the poor people suffered the most.

If you go outside the city, you will notice the exquisite beaches of Zanglais to the west where pelicans cavort and the alluring golden sand invites you to take a dip in the azure blue ocean. On the road people sell shrimps , cashew brittles, fruits and charcoal. The non stop demand for charcoal has decimated all the trees on the slopes and causes massive soil erosion. The view from the air is stark that shows completely denuded hills of Haiti and very green Dominican Republic side that shares the island of Hispaniola with Haiti and nothing else. These two countries are world apart in language, culture, level of freedom, type of government and history.

I arrived at a time when the underlying tension in Haiti was building up and later would reach a level that it could not contain any longer even with all the repression so I watched in dismay the start of the revolution there and worried about the safety of my family with a young wife and two small children.

It came to boil soon enough but I had a premonition of it when I sat behind the dictator in a public function in a village while his body guards stood in a row pointing their guns at the joyless crowd that was ordered to be there. I saw it in their faces clearly that the end was near for the dictator although he did not seem to notice anything unusual. His awful wife kept talking to someone near me while the minister of agriculture was making his monotonous speech.

Haiti is practically in the fore yard of the mighty United States that keeps Haiti tightly under its influence by giving aid money most of which returns to the US keeping the country poor and destitute while the dictator fills his pocket with the foreign aid. This scenario is repeated elsewhere in the world but I would like to keep my focus on Haiti now.

I felt nervous because I knew that something bad was about to happen but had no idea of its magnitude. It started with the killing of a mulatto woman in the small town where I lived. Mulattos are hated by the Haitians because of their arrogance and a feeling of superiority because of their lighter skin color. They are the illegitimate progeny of their past colonial masters and can be found in most latin countries. In Haiti the mulattos were richer than the rest and many had shops and businesses.

Then the news broke that the crowds were in a violent mood and had started to burn down the hotels and shops owned by the mulattos. This was the start of the revolution that rapidly spread to all parts of Haiti and took a very sinister turn in the capital Port au Prince where I was ordered to take refuge in a secluded place. The streets were now in the hands of a mob that had gone berserk so they attacked their hated enemy the Ton Ton macoutes whom they killed in large numbers and went after the mulattos. They chopped off their heads and paraded with it on stakes.

The dictator and his partner in crime one day fled the country early in the morning with all the loot he could gather in a hurry but no one noticed it because of curfew and empty streets although one innocent man riding his moped was gunned down by the goons because he happened to notice the dictator’s car going to the airport.

This news spread quickly throughout the country and encouraged the mob to take revenge on the people who had tormented them for so long. No foreigners were targeted and I was allowed to go back to my town after I had explained in Creole that I was an agronomist helping their farmers. There were road blocks everywhere manned by people with machetes and anger in their heart because of what they had endured for so long in the hands of one family.

The chaos continued until a makeshift government of sorts was put in place that had the daunting task of bringing back the normalcy so that the life could go on. But the country was in desperate need of money that could only come from foreign aid. There was practically no tourism although there were beautiful beaches and many tourist attractions.

Source :Google photo of Haiti earthquake

The UN sent troops to maintain law and order after a terrible earthquake nearly flattened parts of Port au Prince where thousands died under the rubbles. Their bodies rotted because the rubble could not be cleared fast enough. When I thought that the country could not suffer more than this came an epidemic of cholera that some claim was spread by the UN troops taking thousands of lives. Poor lives are always cheap anywhere but it seemed that the Haitian lives were cheaper than the most. While they suffered a dictator and his goons, then revolution and earthquake, the world hardly took any notice . If there was a case of one cholera death in Europe, the whole world would know about it but thousands died in Haiti that the world ignored.

The poverty, lack of jobs and utter desperation made many Haitians take un seaworthy boats to try to reach the shores of Florida but most died on the way and the few who made it to Florida were promptly arrested by the police who put them in detention centers to languish for years.

Then there were the fanatic missionaries who tried to convert the devout Haitians to their brand of faith and argued with me that saving their heathen souls was more important than the help I was giving in agriculture. It was as if all the bad things only happened to the Haitians who were described as heathens, voodoo practitioners, devil worshippers, backward and uncivilized.

But I saw them as noble, wonderful people who were kind hearted who always shared their hospitality and food even with strangers. They brought to you a glass of water in a tray with lace cover on the glass. They wore colorful dresses to go to the church on Sundays and their children in smart uniforms could be seen going to schools in large numbers. Girls played football so well that often I brought them to neighboring villages to play. Haiti beat Mexico the host in the world cup to their great dismay.

I saw them longing for the day when they will have a representative democracy when they will be able to vote. But the corruption is endemic in Haiti. Some Haitians steal money from projects and construction works while powerful people take most of the water from canals for themselves and leaving little for the farmers downstream.

The foreigners told them to kill all their native pigs because of the swine flu that they claimed was spreading so they slaughtered their pigs with heavy heart. It seemed that it was always the foreigners who told them how to live and remain poor . But the Haitians know better. Given half a chance they too can come out of their poverty if given a little help . They are very hard working people who hated their dictators and foreign colonizers so they became a free country long before their brothers and sisters were toiling to pick cotton as slaves in the United States.

It was once a prosperous country covered with forests and wildlife but nothing remains of their glorious past. It is a tragic country but it has a special place in my heart.

 

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The valiant Vietnamese

 

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Source : Google photo of Vietnam war                                  

Synopsis : The true valor of a people lies in their resolve to overcome all challenges and their willingness to pay the ultimate price for it with their lives the way the Vietnamese did to regain their freedom.

When anyone cares to write about what it takes to win a war so that they can gain their freedom from foreign occupation and oppression, the valiant struggle of the Vietnamese people comes as an example worth writing about. So today I decided to write about the Vietnamese people who struggled so hard for more than thirty years to win the war that was imposed on them by the foreign powers. They were poor, had few weapons to fight the mighty foreigners and other resources needed to fight a very prolonged war but they had one thing the foreigners did not count on or ever understood .

It was called a great national resolve to suffer any hardship, any deprivation no matter how severe and still persevere no matter how long they had to suffer and no matter how much sacrifice in human lives they had to make in order to win a war against very well equipped and supplied adversaries like the French and later the Americans.

I was amazed at this steel in their resolve when I was working in Vietnam as a volunteer agronomist during the height of the war there in 1967. There were more than half a million American soldiers there at that time representing an enormous and modern war machine ever to have been used against so primitive and ill equipped people like the Vietnamese.

To go back in the bloody history of that country, you only have to go back to the French colonial period before it ended in the battle of Dien Bien Phu in 1954. It was then called the French Indo China that included Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam that the French ruled with iron fist as their colony. There was a period in the human history when many European countries like England, France, Belgium, Spain, Portugal and the Dutch were all setting up colonies of their own in poor countries where they could exploit their rich mineral and other wealth to enrich their own countries.

They ruled their colonies with cruelty towards the local people whom they used for their own purpose and paid very little in the way of recompense. They used forced or cheap labor to set up vast rubber plantations in Vietnam that supplied all their rubber needs so they became enormously rich by trading the rubber among other things. The colons as they were called by the natives lived in comfort in grand villas and with swimming pools in the midst of acres of well kept gardens maintained by slave like people who were very poor and had little to eat. I have seen the ruins of such a villa in the countryside in Vietnam myself. Their wives indulged in the latest fashions of Paris and their children were sent to expensive private boarding schools in France or elsewhere.

This was the same story in Algeria where they were called the pieds noires who lived in grand villas and made the poor Algerians work in their huge vineyards for pittance. The courageous struggle of Algerians to gain independence from France is told in my biography that you can read in Chapter five there.

But today I just want to write about the struggle of the brave Vietnamese people who suffered for so long and sacrificed almost 2 million of their lives to be free. I write about them from my personal experience there so it gives more credence to my story as an eye witness to the tragedy called the Vietnam war. I had to personally witness this tragedy , see the blood and gore and the plight of the endless streams of destitute refugees created by the endless war when I worked to help after the Tet offensive of 1968.

I learned first hand how intelligent and hard working the Vietnamese were. The farmers were the most hard working people I have ever met considering how dangerous it was to do farming during the war. The Americans frequently shot their carabaos from helicopters just for fun and bombed their villages with napalm at will. They also massacred the poor farmers, their women and children for no reason other than on a whim because they were drunk with power over the hapless villagers who had meant no harm to them. Remember My Lai massacre? There were many such atrocities committed by the French and later by the Americans but back home the culprits were received as war heroes.

The Vietnamese learned how to make do with their very limited resources so they became experts in fixing broken machineries without any formal training to do so. Once my car was shot up by shrapnel of rockets that fell near it while I was sleeping not too far from it. One farmer asked me to leave the car to him for a few days to fix the holes. I was amazed at the wonderful job they did and made it look like new including the same glittering shade of paint and they did it for free because they loved me for the help I was giving them in farming.

They could fix old engines, water pumps with home made spare parts. They used their ingenuity to fix broken or useless weapons to fight the war and used the un exploded bombs dropped by the Americans to make new weapons to be used against the invaders. They used bamboo stakes to act as weapons and set up booby traps for the enemies using scrap metals. They became experts in the guerrilla warfare to inflict maximum casualties in the enemy ranks with minimum damage to their own.

They dragged up heavy canons inch by inch over steep mountain slopes until they were all in place and then bombarded the battle field of Dien Bien Phu all of a sudden when the French soldiers slept soundly in their barracks never suspecting such an attack and never recovered from the shock of their defeat so left Vietnam altogether in 1954.

Then came the Americans in the guise of advisers to stop the domino effect of the spread of communist regimes in Asia that gradually built up to an outright armed invasion of Vietnam fielding over half a million military men and dropping more bombs on a small country like Vietnam than what they used in Germany in the last war.

The Vietnamese fighters fought the mighty Americans tooth and nail and dug miles of tunnels three levels deep in Cu Chi that had hospitals, living quarters and war rooms keeping thousands of guerrilla fighters there right under the nose of the American base above but the Americans had no clue what was happening right under their feet.

Very young girls worked in bars or in brothels to keep an eye on the American fighters and learn what they could learn from them about military matters that they passed on to the guerrillas and they did so at the risk to their own lives daily. When caught by their enemies that included the south Vietnamese soldiers, they were tortured and killed after long interrogations while the CIA operatives watched or assisted.

They wore sandals made from truck tires and black pyjamas and black shirt and carried rice and dried fish wrapped in cloth as a waist band and often went hungry for long periods but they never gave up their resolve to win the war. This resolve found in young boys and girls barely in their teens came from a strong belief that collectively they will someday beat the enemy and were willing to die for it.

When I saw their mutilated bodies near my house one morning, I was shocked to see how young they were. They were fighting for a cause that gave them a moral upper hand while their enemies did not know why they were fighting in Vietnam an invisible enemy they called Vietcongs or Charlie and gooks. They were young country boys with low education and a quick boot camp training of a few weeks when they were told to go and kill the gooks in a far away country they had never been to or known anything about. It was the first time they were out of their villages to go anywhere so they were bewildered.

These young American GI s became the mindless robotic killing machines but such killings daily took its toll on them when they lost their fellow soldiers or were seriously injured that resulted in drastic amputations of their limbs . It changed their lives completely in a very negative way that prevented many to go back home and live the life they were used to. They suffered from PTST issues, alcoholism and drugs that they had started to take in Vietnam . They lost faith in their commanders and often shot them dead when they were ordered to fight a useless fight .

The Americans and the French before them paid a high price for their war on the Vietnamese . Some 60000 Americans lost their lives and perhaps over 200000 received life altering injuries that included amputations, drug addiction and severe mental depression that forced many to take their own lives. People in their own country lost their sympathy for the returned soldiers who only received scorn and neglect so many ended up on the streets living as pathetic addicts surviving on charities. The cheap medals they received for their brutality lost their shine and appeal when they returned home to find their spouses living with some one else and their family life shattered.

Their loss of faith came as a shock to their commanders who were under pressure to retake territories and give an increasing body count everyday so they pushed on their battalions who killed, raped and napalmed villagers only to lose it to the Vietcongs the very next day. One general said that he had to destroy a village in order to save it but what exactly they had won at a great cost that they lost the very next day ?

The Vietcongs chose their fight at a time and place of their choice giving them maximum advantages against their enemies so they usually had the upper hand in any fight. They avoided fight where the enemy had an advantage in weaponry and logistics so a surprise attack was their strength. But they had to leave the most vulnerable old men, women and the very young in their villages at the mercy of the enemy so My Lai massacre happened.

The use of a defoliant called agent orange by the American giant planes was so widespread that one day I saw the banana plant near my shelter wilting that had a white coating of powder on it but this defoliant was deadlier than anyone one could have ever imagined. It denuded the forest to deny cover to the guerrillas but it also poisoned the soil and water . Farmers or children walking bare feet absorbed this poison that made them very sick and dead. Young women gave birth to severely deformed babies because they had somehow absorbed this poison unknowingly.

I attended a conference in America to talk about the Agent orange and its ill effect on people in Vietnam. The Vietnamese still suffer in silence taking care of their severely deformed people in many hospitals.

There were thousands of young women who were forced into prostitution due to their need to feed their starving families and often became the sole bread earners because their fathers or brothers had died. The war destroyed not only their villages and the source of their livelihood that was mostly farming but also their families that were once close knit so they became refugees in their own country living on charities. I worked in Saigon after the Tet offensive of 1968 and helped carry food and other essentials to numerous refugee centers around the city and often got into cross fire situations that I somehow managed to escape from. It seemed that the fighting was everywhere.

The war of thirty years had a devastating effect on their values and the social structure that suffered . There was a rise in domestic violence, drug addiction, rise of immorality in women who were forced into brothels to earn a living, thievery, wholesale destruction of their once beautiful and placid villages , destruction of their animals, their forests and wildlife due to the defoliation by agent orange, poisoning of their land, water and the people but against all odds they continued to fight not knowing when it will all end.

What impressed me most about the Vietnamese people was their sense of humor, their hospitality when they had so little to offer, their kind hearts and their determination to win the war in the end that they eventually did. Even at the height of the war, there were night shows or itinerant operas that was a respite for them who suffered. They invited me to their weddings, their funerals or when they just stopped me on the road to share with me their delicious food or a drink of rice wine.

They protected me from harm knowing that I was there to help them in their agriculture . They gave me beautiful silk gown and cap to show their appreciation for what I did for them. They found a place for me to live and recovered my watch that was stolen by some kids.

The Vietnamese are the most gifted people I have ever met. Their art, their craft, their music , their water puppet shows, their silk embroidery, their food and their artisanat have few equals anywhere. I was positive that once the war ends, they will get back to reconstructing their beautiful country. I was not disappointed when my wife and I visited Saigon a few years ago . It is a changed Vietnam where all the ravages of war are carefully erased . Now it is a thriving economy and growing at a fast rate. There are new highways, new roads, new bridges, schools, hospitals and new admin buildings in all provinces.

The defunct railways is thriving again so you can travel to any part in comfort. There are new hotels, comfortable modern buses to travel in so we were happy to see the new Vietnam because I remember the horrid and squalid Vietnam during the war.

Source : Google photo of the monument to the My Lai massacre

When some Americans visited the village of My Lai to show their respect to the 500 or more victims of the massacre , they were surprised and overwhelmed with emotions when the survivors said that they had forgiven the perpetrators of the crime . They put flowers and burn incense at the monument and silently pray for the departed souls so that they attain nirvana.

That defines who the Vietnamese really are.

I have a powerpoint called Remember Vietnam that I present here for you to watch and learn something about the indomitable character of the Vietnamese people.

Link : https://1drv.ms/p/s!AmoX9W4gHulzggDtqJefe-DCHoqc

 

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The angst of life

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Source : Google photo of teen age angst

Synopsis : Teen age angst affects many but there is hope. To have angst is quite normal but there are ways to overcome them as the blog here explains. 

 

We all at some time or other have dreadful anxiety called angst about one thing or other in life and learn to cope with it the best way we know how. It is quite normal to have anxiety or angst about known or unknown things that we face. Only the degree varies from person to person because this degree of anxiety is related to how strongly you feel about the issue you are confronting.

I had a roommate in California who was very naughty and got into all kinds of pranks in the dormitory. I often thought of him as not a serious person and was convinced of it when one day he announced out of the blue that he was going to get married to a woman he had just met a few days ago. I never saw him again but was amazed at his nonchalant  way he handled such a serious issue as marriage. He had no worries or so it seemed.

Then there are people who can’t decide what they want to do with their life so take it easy and one day realize that college education is not for them so they drop out. Others get very nervous as the exams approach and they find that they are not at all prepared for them . I had such a classmate who slipped out of classes more often than I could remember but one day he confessed that he was not prepared to take the exams due in two month’s time. He asked me if he could study with me every night because he was so anxious and his home was just nearby.

So we studied together whole night every night sitting inside a mosquito net with all our books and notes in our outside veranda while dad kept a benevolent eye on us. He approved our hard work so we studied hard and passed our university exams with good grades. He was intelligent but could get easily distracted so he needed someone like me to study with. Later on he would get a Master’s degree somewhere and got a Ph.D as well. He was successful in life with a good job, good wife and two lovely kids.

We all get jitters before we get into a tough exam or before going to an interview for scholarship or a job somewhere because we do not know what they will ask and how we will answer them. A whole lot depends upon how we do in exams or in the interviews so we can get very anxious especially if it is the first time.

I knew a girl in our neighborhood who was very intelligent but would get feverish before the exam. She was also very superstitious so wore the same sari in every exam because she felt that it was her lucky sari that gave her the courage and success every time.

People who have a strong character and make up their mind about just about anything quickly are the least affected by jitters because they know what they want and go about getting it . They prepare hard for their toughest exams and are not hesitant to seek help when they feel the need for it so they always succeed. They take the same attitude when they start working because working hard becomes their nature so they make progress in their career steadily because they believe that any job worth doing is worth doing well.

But there are those who can’t decide simple things like what to order from a menu or what to wear. They always hesitate because they are not sure of themselves on any subject. I had a fellow in my project in Sudan who sat with an urgent report I had written and had asked him to read it and make useful comments that I would later incorporate into my final report. I gave him one week because the report was urgent but he kept it for over three months annoying me very much. Finally one day he said that he was writing a prologue that I had never asked him to write. He probably also had a great difficulty with the English language.

When we are very young, we tend to be more carefree because at that age we are not worried about anything. We know that our parents will take care of us. We were not conscious of how we looked and about our clothes or shoes. We were not jealous of other kids who had better clothes or toys because jealousy was not a part of our character. We did not care about money or shiny new toys or gadgets. We understood if our parents could not provide them so we made our own toys.

Later as we start to grow up , we come face to face with the harsher realities of life when passing tough exams is required in order to get admission to a prestige college or institution. The expectations of anxious parents does not help either. When we were young, we knew that parents wanted their sons to be doctors or engineers or professors in good universities. They expected far less from the daughters  but now the times have changed so the girls are getting good education  and becoming doctors and engineers or professors .

So the pressure to fulfill the expectations of parents can become a cause for worry or angst if you are not interested in becoming a doctor or an engineer. I have written about  Naushad in a previous blog ( read it here called The empty nest) where as a young boy he dreamed of one day becoming a music director in the movie world of Mumbai that his father did not approve of so one day he was just asked to leave. He suffered hunger and many deprivations in a friendless city like Mumbai where he slept on the sidewalk until he got a break and someone opened a door for him. He would become one of the most successful music directors in the film industry but he had to struggle very hard to become so. He had the courage to struggle on until he succeeded because he knew what he wanted.

Not many people do who come from well to do families where they are pampered and sheltered so they grow up with weak personality. So I think poverty can make a person stronger like Naushad.

The angst comes from the lack of  self confidence in a person. This is related to the shy nature of a person who gets very nervous facing a crowd if he is asked to say something. You will notice this in your school or college days when some of your classmates stay at the back row where the professor will not notice them. The noisy and bold ones usually sit in the front who come well prepared to the class and do their home work well.

But a good teacher can bring a shy person out by encouraging him or her to present a paper or write an essay or do something extraordinary and then praise him or her in front of everybody for a job well done. Once a person finds that he has a hidden talent for writing or art or music that someone notices and encourages , it makes the person less shy and helps him develop his own personality because he starts  to gain self confidence. That is the key. A confident person becomes less shy and shines if his abilities are known and encouraged by a sympathetic teacher  or parents.

The frauds are noticed immediately so they are ridiculed. One person I knew told me that he had passed the tough entrance exam to the Naval Academy in India so he was accepted there. I was very surprised because I knew him not to be an intelligent and smart person so I asked how he did it. He said that his father paid someone to get the questions before the exam and then hired some one to prepare all the answers so it was outright cheating.

The outcome of this cheating was evident when the fellow found himself with the smartest boys and girls in the Naval Academy where he developed a terrible inferiority complex and ran away one day to return home. He had the jitters because he knew that what he did was wrong so could not face the smart students in the academy.  It also showed that poor upbringing by an immoral father who taught his son how to cheat  made him a dishonest person.

When you face your own weakness and decide to do something about it, wonderful things can happen as I mentioned in the case of my classmate who studied whole night with me. If you have the resolve to do what it takes to succeed then the jitters go away and you emerge as a confident person but it requires hard work and the admission that you have weakness that needs to be worked on.

I have noticed that children who are not shy come out as good extemporaneous speakers in public speaking contests and come home with gold medals. The fluency in the language and a clear idea about the subject to speak on are two ingredients in the making of a good orator. This ability later serves them in their jobs where they show leadership and take control of any situation by instinct. They connect with their audience in a straight forward way that leaves a great impression on them.

Such people are very intelligent and often get the job as anchors in great TV stations where they get to interview important people whom they ask  very intelligent questions because they do their home work well before they go to work. It is the same habit of smart students in any class where they go well prepared and do the home work assigned to them by the teacher.

To have angst is quite normal for most people who are ill prepared for what comes to them but those who have confidence in themselves do not have angst. So I see it like when a person learns to drive, he gets nervous but slowly as his driving skill improves, his confidence in himself improves as well and one day he passes the tests and gets a license. When he drives his car alone in a crowded street, his skills come to play to make him a good driver or a jittery driver who may end up causing a serious accident.

So you have to learn to overcome your fear, your shyness and your feeling of inferiority complex in order to become a confident person. I know that knowledge is a morale booster, confidence builder and a maker of a strong personality in anyone. When you speak from knowledge, you speak with authority that people react to instantly.

Cheating and fraud is definitely not the right way to do it.

 

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