Daily Archives: January 22, 2016

“Journalistic Interview” by Daniyal Durrani

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Christine(interviewer)- C, Ellen McArthur- E

C: Pleased to welcome Ms. Ellen McArthur onto our show; thank you Ellen, for joining us for this interview.

E: Thank you Christine for inviting me; I am looking forward to this interview.
C: Alright, Ellen, let us get straight to it; so I am going to start by asking the dangers you faced on your little adventure? I am sure it was very challenging experience.
E: Uhhh, it indeed was very challenging, climbing up the mast to fix the sail all by myself. I had the potential risk of losing my life but i tried preparing for every bad scenario that could have occured.
C: (surprised) So you were all alone in the middle of the sea, putting your life at risk? That is simply amazing!
E: (flattered; with a smile on her face) I would not say ‘amazing’; I had to carry out this act as it was an important thing to do at that time and I am certain anyone with the will to live would have done something similar…
C: (interrupts) “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
E: (amused) Precisely!
C: Were you faced by exigent tasks and threats?
E: Obviously, even though it was a somewhat impulsive action, I had horrible thoughts of worst possible outcomes running through my mind. However, I tried my best to stay focused and was determined to accomplish the task one way or another.
E: I did what was necessary.
C: Your story, umm, Ellen, is very inspiring especially for the younger generation of girls; a great example of bravery and resilience.
E: There was honestly a very low chance of me surviving but I thought to myself repeatedly that the outcome would be the same if I try to fix the sail and not fix it, the only difference being that if I tried to, I would have some chances of survival so I decided to take the chance without another thought.
E: A rather amusing yet terrifying thing happened the first time I tried climbing, I forgot to wear any sort of safety gloves, so MY FINGERS (lightly raises hands and diverts attention to them) started hurting after a couple of meters of climbing. I mean it is not a child’s play climbing up a nearly ninety feet tall mast in sever conditions.
C: I love how you enjoy retelling your adventure even though you had to go through hours of agonising pain. That is the attitude we need to see in every child, in our young women, to carry on with the will to achieve your goal even if the current circumstances do not make it very apparent. Ultimately you will reach your destination (goal).
E: Exactly, I have always wanted to be a role model for someone in some way, and I seem to have achieved it! (smiles)
C: Well Ellen, thank you for coming and sharing your adventurous story with us and being a delightful guest!
E: It is my pleasure!
(shakes hand)

 

 

“A person who inspired you” written by Koodoruth Idriss

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Since my tender childhood, many were those who inspired me. But if I had to tell who inspired me the most, I would say it was my father.

My father, a diplomat working for the Government of Mauritius, was the person I knew the most after my mother. He was a middle-sized man, short haired and clean shaven, having a serious but serene face upon which were painted two burning, piercing eyes topped by two dark, thick eyebrows between which was a long, crooked nose under which a tight-lipped mouth was drawn. At the end of his muscular arms were two rugged hands and in contact with the ground were two thick-skinned feet, harmoniously shaped by walking barefooted on the streets during his childhood.

My father is a strong follower of the proverb: “Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” If he ever found anyone staying up late in the night, he would become red of anger. No hint of anger would ever show in his voice or manners, but you could feel the two glinting eyes staring at you, tearing through your flesh….

In the morning, you would be nudged by his strong hand, his gentle voice soothing the sudden alertness grasping you, with the call to prayer during which, one better not intend to fall asleep. He would then begin the recitation of the Quran until the sun pinned at the horizon.

He would then close the Holy Book and place it back on its shelf with utmost respect. Thereafter, he would retrieve to his room for a little rest before proceeding to his office for a hard day’s work. But before he could put a foot into his bed, I would appear, asking him to help me with my homework, begging him in my heart, not to let me down. He would sigh deeply, and with an air of resignation, say: “Show me your problem, quick!” I would hurry to my room, gather my stuff and pile it all up on the table, creaking under the weight. I would then unveil a colossal amount of difficult questions that seemed improbable to solve.

However, my dad would not give up. Rather, he would patiently try to address each challenge until he is satisfied with his comprehension. Then he would dictate me the answer; a whole paragraph half a page in length, filled with words I never heard of before.

When he finally finished helping me, it would be time for school. I did not rest nor did he, but he would not complain about anything. Instead, he would open the gate when the driver arrives to pick me and drop me at school.

“If it was not for that lone tree, I would…” By: Mehreen Tariq

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That lone tree, it always stood there, as far back as I can remember. Just atop the plain grass that covered the small hill like a blanket, it stood like a silent sentinel. Its brown oaken features were worn and weathered, but good-natured; its long curving arms were strong and reliable and its shock of green hair was dotted with crispy apples. My favourite fruit. I always played around it, whether it was swinging from its branches, or scaling its wooden length to snatch an apple or two, or just simply reading under its cool dappled shade. The tree was like an old friend, if I fell off, its branches would catch me. It would always be there.

It was a moonless night, chilly and unwelcoming. There was news going around the city about a mass murderer and we were advised to keep our doors locked. My parents were out of town, which meant that I was home alone. I was not sure when I fell asleep on the couch but the moment I awoke from my slumber is engraved deeply in my mind. When my eyes opened, still hazy from sleep, I hardly registered the glinting knife edging near me. It was then my mind shocked me into action. I leapt from my couch; I could hardly make out the killer’s face obscured in shadows. I did not think as I ran. I ran to the only safe haven I knew, my only refuge. I was out in the frigid night air that chilled me to the bone. I shivered violently but it was not from the cold. I was climbing the silent hill before I knew it and scaling familiar branches. Even in the dark I knew where to step and grab from memory.

I was safely atop the highest branch in the tree. My pursuer soon came looking for me, confused and agitated. I was safe, no one could reach me here, the danger had passed. But it was at that moment that fate decided to turn the tables. The branches that I relied and trusted so much gave away underneath my weight. They betrayed me. As I fell towards certain death the last image of my friend was etched upon my eyes. Its wooden trunk no longer soft and weathered, it was shadowed and deepened into a malevolent grimace. The long branches twisted and sinister, the green leaves limp and eerie as they swayed on a windless night. If it was not for that lone tree, I would be alive.

Journalist Interview by Maheen Khan

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Interviewer: Good afternoon Ellen MacArthur, It’s glad to know you arrived in one piece haha, hope you are alright now?

Ellen MacArthur: (laughing) yes I’m alright and fit to go on another adventure.

Interviewer: Well that’s good and thank you for coming!

Ellen MacArthur: My Pleasure…

Interviewer: Okay starting off; you climbed the mast on Christmas eve, even though you were well prepared but did it occur to you that the next day was the day of giving and happiness and what if you never came back, would it be right to give your family such loss?

Ellen MacArthur: Well…that is a very good point there but my family has always believed in me and if that ever happened they would have known I died doing the thing I loved…

Interviewer: Okay, yes of course but can you briefly describe what dangers you faced during that adventure that you nearly saw death?

Ellen MacArthur: Haha! Yeah thinking about it I really saw death however there were many problems for example when I was agonized for hours for how I should prepare the halyard so that it would stream out easily; then there was the time I couldn’t feel my fingers (sigh) and the tiredness of clinging on while the mast slices erratically through the air however these are only the minor ones but if I go on this will turn out to be a story telling session (laughing).

Interviewer: True that (laughing) so comparatively the most asked question is what was your reaction? Like how did you react facing these dangers?

Ellen MacArthur: Well umm it was quite normal as I was used to these problems but no doubt this roller coaster of a ride was a bit too harsh for what I expected, but there my reaction was like don’t worry you just have to do some more teeny weeny hard work It’ll be alright!

Interviewer: Like wow! That’s the spirit readers! If any one of you is interested in extreme sports have a motif like that! Okay rounding off this conversation how did you get such strength in your character? Any tips for the readers?

Ellen MacArthur: Everybody has the same kind of strength in themselves but all you have to do is let it out. Practice it out! It’s not only in extreme sports but we see an example everyday in normal people for example people living through natural disasters, through different crises.

Interviewer: There you have it people! Thank you Ellen for a fun conversation and such motivation hope you have a happy and healthy life.

Ellen MacArthur: Thank you! It was an honor.