Thursday, January 25, 2007

Success

If we aim at success and make it a target, we are likely to miss it.

Success, like happiness, cannot be pursued but it must ensue as a result...

as the unintended side-effect of one's personal dedication to a course(actions).

Is Parental Love a Violence?

I have been thinking:

Why am I doing to my children, what, as a child, I did not like my parents to do to me.

This is somewhat similar to ragging (forces of violence and abuse) that we went through at IIT Mumbai. As a fresher, first year student, we would dread it. As a second year student, we would try and protect the freshers from such harassment by seniors, while keeping them busy in minor discomforts. And finally, in third and fourth year of studies, we would indulge in ragging which would include all the sufferrings we have gone through + x, arguing the benefits (which I truly believe, exists to certain extent) of ragging. Over years, these methods could become very perverse without anyone objecting to it as there has only been incremental damages.

If I was to look at the evolution from Darwin's viewpoints and go back to stone-age baby.

The stone-age baby when comes into contact with the twenty-first century mother (father is no different), is subject to "parental loving" in effect, forces of violence as its mother and father have been + x, and their parents + x and their parents before them + x and so on in a long(if not infinite) loop. Love changing incrementally little bit in every generation.

It either destroys the baby's inherent potentialities or moulds it into a socially acceptable being. For some parents, the later may be true. Most of the parents would feel that they have failed in the later. If that be the fact, there is all the likelyhood of parents destroying the inherent potentialities.

Whether we like it or not, let us accept, for a child to succeed in its potentialities, the "parental loving" need to fail.

"To freely bloom - that is my definition of success. "

-Gerry Spence, How to Argue and Win Every Time