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Free Your Siddhartha

Schools are reopened and my son is back in his school routine which seems easier to manage than the summer holidays. I think he enjoyed his summer holidays very much - of course, obviously - it is holidays! He went to Karate and Swimming classes with my friend’s son. Nowadays it is too easy to find summer schools/camps/classes that are tailor-made for us. It is good and win-win for me, my son and those who conduct these summer activities.

Though not everyday, I felt a little guilty when I had to take him to the classes while he was playing with his grandma because they wouldn’t get the same joy in that day. There is another thing I often think. Is it all really good to do? Should he need to learn all these things this early? He might fail in few, though I can take care of not letting that to hurt him, I know I should remember that Tenali Raman’s cat doesn’t drink milk. At times, I wonder whether I am doing this to keep my son engaged in something always. I can’t leave him free.



I might be better than millions of people in the world yet I think I won’t be there in the top millions of greats. I myself don’t know how to dream big and achieve greatness and I no way can teach it to my son. Instead of dreaming something for my son, I would rather leave it him to have his own. But that is where I get some problem, a problem that I think I’ll never get a solution. The problem is the question of when to leave him to have his own thinking and doings. Should I be responsible for his childhood? If I do, then I am setting a foundation for his life in my way. It is hard to unlearn things than learn something. And it is still harder to realise that the thing one do needs to be unlearned. If my son doesn’t learn the tricks of unlearning, he will end up in just another ordinary human - that is because of me. On the other hand, if I don’t do anything as a so called father, will his childhood be just a vacuum? I can’t even imagine how it would be! And moreover the whole society will blame me for not being a regular father.

I know I can’t create Buddha but I know I can eventually kill the Buddha inside the Siddhartha - just like everyone else. Because, the secret of when to free the Siddhartha is never known and the Siddhartha who can free himself is such a rare happening.

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