Sajal Choudhary

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Are you afraid of dying?

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Are you afraid of dying, my friend?

For the last week, and more, I sat, and stared at the above line, wondering, what would be a good way to follow up the above statement? What can I write after that line?

I could have written, how I feel about it. I could have written about my answer to the question, but then, that is the the object of this post.

And so, for a week, I did not manage to write anything after the last post. Maybe, just maybe, I should not be making any announcements before having written something. Yes.

Death, is the most interesting of topics, almost as interesting as the purpose of life. It’s a topic, on which discussions can be had, without worrying about reaching offending conclusions. It is one of the truths of life, one, which we quite conveniently, and mostly, to our peril, manage to forget. We, are designed to die one day. That’s Biology 101. Cells die.

And still, we behave as if we are invincible.

I think I got carried away a little. This, is a story, not a rant.

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Children, and truth

Children, and truth

It was all fairly routine.

I mean she, or rather they would say something on the lines of: “You won’t get milk, if you don’t eat dinner”, or in the rather more outrageous cases: “I’ll break your legs if you don’t behave”

Now, I don’t have any issue with the outrageous cases, because, hey they are so outrageous that even kids, get, that it’s but a joke. It’s the first case, the routine case which I have an issue with. Because, the kids, can’t really differentiate in these cases. Or so is my view.

See; kids, when they come in this universe are like a blank slate. They are the universe, to begin with. But then, things change. They interact with the environment. They see. They absorb. And they learn.

It might seem fairly unimportant.

I mean it is to begin with. But then, when the thing is repeated; again, and again, and again; it becomes a routine. And then the kids see, absorb, and learn…

Then, finally, it becomes an issue. Or so I feel.

The issue is this.

The kids stop paying heed to your words.

It does not matter what you say, because, hey, they’ll just cry, or shout, or both, create a ruccus; and you will give in. It’s the truth. It’s how things work. At least in their universes.

And then, you complain.

The kids don’t listen!