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13 December 1998, the light of the world entered through the nascent eyes.
The brain was too delicate to handle things. And as always, seeing him cry, everyone burst into laughter, sure it was a laughter of joy. But would it remain that way for the rest of his life? we are designed this way, not just you, not me but the entire mankind is just brought up that way. The colossal joy that we get seeing others fail is just in our veins. But not all are so stupid. Some of us hide it deliberately behind the concern and sympathy. We are born hypocrite. That's just us. No one could help it.

His small little fingers grabbed the closest hand. Doctor claims that the bacterias might get transferred to the new born. So we stay away. But little do they know, it's not just the microbes that get transferred.
Countless pair of eyes gazing the purest body. But the body started decaying as soon as it was touched. But humans are clever, they formulated a new word for it, they call it ageing.

Soon he realized where he had come. The most vicious planet was ready to gnaw his thoughts. His family was big, it was really big. And most of the relations starts that way. Don't we all have great expectations from relationship?. But why does it often end so bad. Well, you know, as I said, we 'all' have great expectations.
Initially it begins with swearing. And the fun part is the swearing is made between human and God. The swearing is totally one sided, though there was a single devotee the receiver of devotion was many. People believe in God more than themselves.

And you guessed it right, even he was raised that way. People here can achieve anything they want and the cause behind it is just religion. Somehow it has been a driving force.
Now the new born started to speak. But then, that was the time when it all started. One wrong move and he is doomed. The system is screwed up. We all know it. But do we care?, Not really. We get used to it. Spelling words and letters meant a big deal than spelling mommy and daddy. But wait, am I complaining? No, not at all. What can they do? Do they have choice? No, when you see your neighbouring kid reciting poems, how can you relax. So point was made.
It was not so long ago, when he spelled the alphabets, but little did he knew, numbers were coming up later. Soon the numbers turned to operation and letters turned to stories.
He was five, when his dad somehow managed to enroll him in a school. A school which trained kids. I enunciate on the word 'train' because education is hardly a thing in now. As long as you are good in mugging up, you'll do good. In a blink, friends turned into competitors and teachers into dictators. The subjects such as art, crafts was labeled light. Maths was important, at least thats what they say.
He was taught that one cannot survive without mathematics in his/her life. But then there was chemistry. Which clearly contradicted it, saying oxygen was necessary. Then biology came in to play.
You ask a doubt, and they'll hush you.
They don't have an explanation, they'll direct you towards religion.
I remember once he asked, "how did we come to earth?" And he was finally introduced to the most debatable character, God. They say god takes care of us. In times of trouble he saves us all. But think about it, does he? Does she?, Is it 'he' or is it 'she'? Am I being a sexist here? No, absolutely not, but most of us go with 'he'. They say god has no form and yet he somehow watches over us. This brings me to a question, the ones who watches over us is God, is it? So it must be the parents at an initial stage, and then it is the teachers and then it's the kids if you're lucky enough. But think about it again, when you go shopping, and the security guy keeps an eye on you. Is he god? Well, may be. This is turning into a debate. But wait, every thing that exist in this earth, all of it, the existence, isn't that all debatable? Have you ever wondered where are we? Why are we here? Most of us don't. And that's better, because you don't want things to be complicated.

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