As the world went into the garb of the horrific second world war, the mourns, the sacrifices, the separations ought to be countless and it proved to be. The whole world literally ripped each other off. Humanity suffered its worst defeat. The natives became homeless, ruthlessly thrown out of their own backyard. The Germans invasion into Poland probably brought the most unfortunate happenings this life had ever seen. The Polish Jews witnessed their worst nightmare as the world just stood and saw the massacre. They were enslaved in their homeland, killed at will. It was as if God had surrendered out of his desperation. The history books can only throw lights on the figures and dates but the trauma is probably lost somewhere in those pages.
But there was one person who likes anyone else loved good food, wine, women, and minting money. The reason why I am mentioning him is because of what he did for his 1200 Jews called as Schindler Jews. He came to Poland with a business prospect in the wake of the world war. Initially he remained unfazed by the happenings around him. He hired skillful Jews for his enamelware factory, who some Jews called a Haven, manufacturing pots and pans. He minted loads of money by his shear apprehension. It has been written that he was a deep and soulful person. Gradually he realized that the massacre was uncalled for and it would leave nothing but bloodshed. As the war neared its end the German army was ordered to shift their sub camp to a place. What he did, probably he himself didn’t see coming. He paid for each and every one of his workers just to take them to a place of safety. He lost majority of his money doing so and the irony is that he failed miserably in all the business he was involved in after that magnanimous act. His name was Oskar Schindler and he was a German.
Why this story?
The above story actually defines Oskar Schindler, whatever he did before and after that was overshadowed. So did he actually planned for it, no he didn’t, he was just meant to do that, he was sent for that. Today there are generations of Schindler’s Jews courtesy of him. The defining moment of his life came in the later part but eventually made him a legend. War always brings the worst out, he reformed that belief. Amid all that carnage he stood valiantly. What was that unworldly thing that made him do that? Was it just a moment of inspiration that carried him away or did he just followed his instincts. Whatever may be the reason but he did something that bowed the heavens.
What I am trying to say is that the swiftness of our lives today is taking us far away from our instincts. We are just following the crowd trying to define ourselves but are not seeking for that defining moment. Our conscience is dead and buried. We are scared to showcase our vision believing that there is no one listening. A person good at expressing himself through his writing is reclusive to be noticed. Coming out of that can be his defining moment. Every single person here has loads of beautiful expressions to share but they remain reluctant, that is why the good part of this world is shrinking every passing day. So stand up and express yourself, maybe there is a legend hidden in you.