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LIFE AND LIES #51 | The Three Sons

Back in the day, my father used to tell me that with the amount of money he had invested in my education, he could have raised three sons.

Too much pressure, huh?

I won't go into the details about how I evaluated myself a few years ago and found out that despite my best efforts I was doing no better than 1.5 or 1.6 sons. That is when I realized that I was thinking in the wrong direction.

There are three sons inside all of us.

The first one is the kinsman. He always prioritizes his family before anything else, from being a well-behaved child while growing up to becoming a responsible adult making ends meet.

The second one is the stalwart. The studious kid turned employee, he strives hard daily to become a top performer. Employee of every quarter. Huge increments or promotions every other year.

And the last one is the wanderer who wants to chill by himself, travel the world, write a book, fall in love, and all that.

The kinsman wants to leave the office on time but the stalwart has to work late. And the wanderer just focuses on sutta breaks, away from complaints about him by the kinsman and the stalwart, that he is running away from responsibilities and wasting hard-earned money on traveling and partying.

Sometimes, the kinsman and the wanderer get together and gang up on the stalwart. Take a leave. We need to go on a family holiday.

So on and so forth it goes on.

The opinions of all three sons seldom align. Life is a constant battle among these three. Tides turn at regular intervals, and at any point in time, there is at least one disappointed son.

But then a long weekend comes along. And the three sons take a vacation, just the three of them, nobody else. One thing leads to another and then a sentimental moment comes upon them.

The stalwart and the kinsman are consoling the wanderer while blaming themselves. If it wasn't for them, the wanderer would have ended up living happily ever after with a certain someone.



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PS: Replace 'Sons' with 'Daughters' in the above and it tells the same story.
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Location: Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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  1. Anonymous8:00 PM, January 08, 2024

    Nice

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  2. Anonymous9:06 AM, January 09, 2024

    Good one, you always have a different perception to simplest of the things.

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