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Mortalising (?!) God

I recently took to reading a little bit of philosophy- a few Vedic concepts, some modern fundas. The intent was to put together something for a script that I am writing, but it instead got me wondering if all enlightened thought came from watching a baby?! Shouldn't all of us then have been enlightened? Or do we methodically teach our children to lose their godliness only to start pondering and philosophising and rethinking everything later in life?

She doesn't know ME from YOU. Why do we teach them MINE and YOURS?
She doesn't know the difference between SMALL and BIG. Why do we teach them CHEAP and EXPENSIVE? "You can throw this on the floor, not that."
How much more important is china from a steel tumbler- they both make a nice noise when they fall on the floor. Materialism does not exist for her. Not long before she is taught IMPORTED vs local- an Indian bane!
She can't tell RICH from POOR. Who teaches her FAMILY is different from the HOUSEMAID?
She smiles when HAPPY, cries when she is sleepy or hungry. Why do we teach them that SAD exists?
She falls. If it hurts, she cries till she is distracted. If it doesn't hurt, she continues playing. And then we come along and show them how to be UPSET for things long gone.
When you LAUGH, she laughs. If you cry, she looks at you bemused! She'll learn quickly that CRYING = UPSET- about what??? something someone said to her one year ago!
She knows now that a smile and an innocent "I didn't know it would break" look can get her past broken vases. In a few years, she'll learn that SHREWD and CUNNING gets you past your mistakes.

For all the things that I lament on, I can't help myself when I give her my old phone to play with and save the new one. I allow her to tear yesterday's newspaper to save the book. I cringe when she chews on the maid's bangle (even if it's for reasons of hygiene alone ;)). She has seen me lose my cool when she refuses to sleep even at 12 in the night. She'll catch on to other things soon I know and I'm not sure what I can or should do!

While I figure it out, she's pulling down my mother's porcelain- better run before it crashes!



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