An exeggerated Hero

I was reading through some pages from a history book written by one of the prominent writers of the Maldives, contents and proofs backed up by the Historical Authority of the Maldives. The ever celebrated Portuguese occupation in the 15th century or whatever time period it may be and the savior, Mohamed Thakurufaanu, the hero of this story, with the help of his bothers and friends as we all have been taught to believe in.

As per my information (correct me if I'm wrong) the episode of a Portuguese occupation was never recorded in the history of the Portuguese. Portugal and Spain at the time of the story were considered as the greatest travellers who criss crossed the continents, their trade reaching up to India and China, and even the coast of the Americas. I have to strongly believe that whoever, if ever occupied the Maldives as the story goes has to be the traders themselves seeking refuge in the Islands as a safe haven to berth their long and dangerous voyage-worn-out ships transit to India and China.

Its allright to exeggerate, Mohamed Thakurufaanu is a celebrated hero, but to an extent that the human brain can digest logically. As part of the cream added to make-believe, the hero saved Maldives on that critical night the Poruguese swore to force alcohol in every Maldivians throat. Us? Muslims? Alcohol? My first instint was, how many barrels of whiskey would be required to execute this operation and how do they do that? Anything can happen. They might even use surgical syringes. Volume? 50 ml of whiskey for each person? 800 liters for the population of Male' alone?

I wondered if they'd ever do that. 50 to 60 ships sailing out from Portugal in an year, crossing the Atlantic, sailing through the Cape of Good Hope - a sailors worst nightmare on earth, on sails if the wind was ever with them, meeting equivalent number of pirates that swarm these seas. Not even close to 10 ships reach the shores of Ceylon and India. and do you beleive that the portuguese would be so ignorant to waste the little ration they have. Maybe I am wrong, who cares?

Life - a Reason to Live

Keep true to the dreams of thy youth - Wonder how many times the tide rose and died, how many waves came splashing down the beach, some reached the shore, others died not even halfway between the journey. Still all had one thing in common, the very truth of its existence, the certainity in life - to live.

Through this journey in life, we dream, we fantasise, we plan, meet new people, make friends, truly oblivious to the fact what brews in the next micro second in your life. All what we leave behind is a few foot prints, a few memories to cherish, and possibly an entry in one dusty ledger carelessly thrown, in a corner of the statisticians rack.

In life we see, hear, meet all odds and ends of the human kind, somethings we believe, others hard to digest; controversial, gossips, rumours, tall tales. People who swore in making the inferior believe in whatever their principles were, hardlined, extremist ideologies, contolling them for whatever rhyme and reason they have in their minds. Others who timidly beleive in a life so compact limited to only the four walls as if the outside world does not exist. Then again the others who believe in aristocracy, conservative, looking down at others, looking through others, who strongly believe the world and the heaven was only created for the reason of their existence.

All what one could do is compromise, the world's neither nor a small place to live in, if we could hold on to some ethics, human values, believe in and respect the reason to live, the freedom to choose, with all the differences in life.