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An Innocent Canvass

An Innocent Canvass


Life starts when you are born and education starts at school. Well, it is a myth if u ask me because education also starts from the moment we are born. It is rightly said that home is where we pick up habits, and knowledge too. That's why the nature of parents can determine whether the kid becomes a human or the enemy of the world.

Mind you, this conversation ahead might not apprehend the absolute logic of a child's brain work but my intention is simply to look at things with a child's innocence and find some answers you were having trouble finding before. Hope you find it interesting.


"A... B... C... D... E... F... G... H...
I don't know what comes after that"
Little Lenin sounded confused.

"Come on now, son, study well for we
are spending so much money on that."
his mother expressed her worries.

"Are you worried about my education or
just about the money, mother?"
the boy asked without any intentional prejudice.

"Is this the way to talk to your elders?
Don't talk back to your mother like this."
his mother turned the questions back.

"So, will the elders never be questioned,
when they commit any wrong?"
the kid was persistent on his path.

"No, the other elders take care of that,
and you needn't worry about that, sweetie."
the woman tried to sweeten the mood.

"Then what happens when all the elders are
of the same age, who decided then?"
the boy had his math worked out.

"Well, people can decide who is right or
wrong based on moral codes and laws."
the felt intrigued by the interview."

"So, if only moral codes are the standard,
then why can't we question the elders?"
the boy was starting to make sense.

"Oh God, why did you make him like
this and not like a normal child?"
his mother cried in despair.

"Mother, Am I not your child? and why
am I not a normal kid?"
the boy was confused with the statement.

"Of course you are my son. It is just you
always ask so many questions."
his mother sighed a little patting on his head.

"Isn't asking right questions the only way to
get the right answers, mother?"
the son picked a good point from the books.

"Yes, I am sorry. It was my mistake and you
are everything of a normal child."
the mother was worried about hurting his feelings.

"If I am your son, how can God make me?
Wasn't I born from you, mother?"
the son was still confused about his maker.

"Yes, you were. Nine months full. But God
gave you to us as a gift for our life"
the woman slowly resented to calmness.

"So if God gave me to you, then how
am I your son? Am I adopted?"
his words caught the women's nerves.

"No, I gave birth to you, but it is God,
who controls everything in this world."
his mother chanted some mantras after that.

"But if God controls everything. Then why
did he make Amith's family poor?"
the boy remembered his friend's torn uniform.

"He tests the people in mystical ways but
then make them wealthy in the end."
his mother said staring at the roof.

"Then, isn't his father supposed to be wealthy
by now? He was tested for a long time."
he felt bad for his friend's family.

"I told you not to play with those kids
across the street. They are bad influences."
his mother shifted the blame quickly.

"But why are they bad influence, Mother?
They are also kids like me, myself."
the boy had a frown over his face.

"Because they are poor, not our Religion or Caste.
Such people should be kept at a distance."
his mother pulled him close and whispered.

"But you said there is only one all-powerful God
and how can there be so many different people?"
his puzzled look was no comfort for the woman.

"Well, some believe in other Gods too, but only
ours is the true one in existence. Stand for that."
the woman again chanted some mantras along.

"If our God is true, how come we have different castes.
Will a mother discriminate between her own children?"
the boy sighed and his eyes were sparkling wide.

His mother's eyes were running aloft. She looked for
the answer repeatedly, but failed each time until
she realized the truth she knew all along.

"Are you okay, Mother? We are all God's
children, right? Every life in the world."
the son enquired watching his bewildered mother.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm just fine. Sorry that I couldn't
have asked that myself when I was a kid"
the woman's voice broke...

...at regular intervals, as she said
" Wait here, I'll make some sweets for
you and your friends. They are my children too."

The woman forgot to chant any mantras
this time when she fled to the kitchen.
Little Lenin buried himself in the books again.

The End.


It has to be understood that Kids are vulnerable and, at the same time, capturing at a small age itself. Their views in 21 might have already formed when they are 7 years of age itself.

Our brains might have been rotten with the wastes of this caste, religion, race, and all other kinds of discrimination. Let the coming generations be free of those unwanted thoughts.

Live and let live. Be Kind and Judge less. Lose Hatred. Spread Love.

Comments

  1. Ananya18 July 2020 at 05:05

    😍😍😍😍

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  2. Ananya18 July 2020 at 05:05

    🥰🥰🥰

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  3. nikhil haiston18 July 2020 at 05:34

    💯

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  4. Anson Varghese18 July 2020 at 05:59

    Its is through love we should educate. Nurture is the key to the development of a kid. Very Nice Article Bro. so deep 😍

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    1. Sree Ju20 July 2020 at 05:50

      Yes, bro. Unfortunately I came across a nine year old boy who wouldn't but things from a Muslim shop. This happened in Tamil Nadu but still there are traces of this toxicity everywhere. I guess it's time we acted upon it.

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  5. Bino Nelson18 July 2020 at 06:46

    Love is the only feeling that breaks all the barriers of life and so we call God is love.

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  6. Anonymous18 July 2020 at 07:18

    Noice����

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  7. Bincy18 July 2020 at 08:37

    During this year only I had a drastic change in the way I viewied our religion culture systems and found how we were misguided from our childhood.Took me 23 years!!!!! I dont know how I am going to be as a parent but I will definitely try to do political correctness in whatever I teach them even if it is religion
    I loved how each questions were based on the answers given. It's literally amazing mahnn❤❤ Just keep writing.Looking forward for the next one

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    1. Sree Ju20 July 2020 at 05:53

      Good to know that. It's really sad how many truths have been plainly hidden in front of us. I want people of all age to ask those questions to themselves and find the human within themselves. Glad you liked it, Bincy. Always appreciate your support. It means a lot to me.

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  8. Bensilin Bastian18 July 2020 at 12:47

    Nice article brother ❤️ Instead of instilling the younger minds with the fear of god, we should educate them with good morals especially humanity. Religion is poison. Its high time people change.

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    1. Sree Ju20 July 2020 at 05:55

      Yes, benci . Education is the key to change and not just (a+b)2 l, but also the creation of universe and evolution etc, which will help the children to explore their brains at a small age.

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  9. Gayatri19 July 2020 at 01:10

    Wowow

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  10. Neha20 July 2020 at 07:59

    Well said👏👏💯❤For the very first time got to read something mindblowing like this.Most of the Parents are too much worried about their child's future and then they try to mould them into what they(parents) wanted to see in them not what the child wished to be.And this high expectations and parental pressure severely affect the childs mental and emotional health.Hope we the nextgen parents could give our best we can for them.

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    1. Sree Ju20 July 2020 at 09:43

      Thanks neha .. Yes, some parents often give down the wrong things they did without even knowing. It's happier to know we can still build a better generation without any discrimination. Appreciate your support

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  11. zoey21 July 2020 at 21:50

    Nice work bro 🙌😊😊

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  12. George27 July 2020 at 03:14

    Nice article bro

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