The Cart Before The Horse

I feel no less different about my parents today. I feel I have been fractious while growing up with them. Uffoo… these parents gnaw. And you were on the other side ayyo ...these daughters!

If we dissolve the parent and daughter distinction and view this as a person’s assertion of self-determination.

Parent — If I agree to this request, she will demand more tomorrow.
Daughter — If I oblige to this request, they will compel more tomorrow.

That tug is generational and will never dissolve. Such play of predictive and counter-factual what-if reigns in all families. My mom feels she has given me much lenience. I feel I have been too submissive. We both have such fun conversations on how she needs to subjugate me and how I will rebel. Her favourite taunt is, you don't have fat on your body because it gets straight to your head. My retort, something is wrong with your cooking so the fat is absorbed by the wrong organ.

 

Last night, I was reading about moral inquiry, moral role, moral risk and moral predicament, and that moral outcome.

I had overflow of moral discourse. I am utterly confused if I have a moral filament or a moral fibre (thinking smiley).

Then I remembered your post. Morality mutates whereas the ethical genome is steady. There may not be like-for-like Cane and Abel and that stench of sinfulness can never be leached away from human fallibility in the progeny. We will always fester from the inherited flaws. I liked your coinage of “Mutation of the Original Sin”. Today, ‘Original Sin’ is metastasized as ‘Double-Helical’ sin. We will succumb to human vices eventually. In such foregone conclusion, we can only replace our moral code but can never displace it. Evil will twist, bend and seep into our moral chassis somehow.

 

My mom threw way my moth-eaten paraphernalia (languishing at her place) last year to make room for her dear grand kids. What am I to say? She was eager to throw away my yellow-stained books, tattered scarfs from school days, and other stuff for the diapers of her dear grand kids. It is a different matter that they were musty! But still ...

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My dear Anna

It was Interesting reading your rambling as always and also the fbs. I went through all the fbs. When in school I did not know how to write essays but after coming to IL somehow I started writing. At one time you know I was told write once a week. That much I used to write and bore everyone and used to feel sad when no fbs. When more fbs used to feel happy and more happy when it was nominated and double happy when I got the award. Of late I have been not active in IL. I used to use my laptop only early morning and whole day go through the messages through mobile. I was active in fb but not in IL. Earlier I used to write the tittle from google and someone told me dont give long tittles and I like posting quotes which some people like . I usually write my experieces, As you I like giving first feedbacks and posting first in FP forum. Nice to see you active this year and i pray to God to give you good vision so that we can enjoy your ramblings more

 

Dear Cheeniya sir,

When I checked in here, this was the post that stood on top of your rambling list! A long list! With one finger and one eye, you have created an awe inspiring list and I can see is our members are lapping it up eagerly.'

Here I am with both my eyes and hands in tact and yet did not manage to even read what you have written. Looks like some benevolent stars must have guided me this week for I am enjoying being here in my favorite place and keep wondering what kept me away for so long and how did it even happen.

Man wishing to write and lack ideas?! At least he wishes and that 's all counts. Who knows, he just might turn out to be the next Rowling!

However, no Rowling can beat our CS who churns out articles without as much as a matter to lead him on. Just a title is enough! Our own Snippet Bahubali, one to hundred!

L, Kamla