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Adwitya’s Unique, Literally #Axat

 Adwitya says to me "Up aana hai." I wish I could record each and every moment of her waking life so that she knows how she evolved from a little bag of flesh, bones, and blood to a mind capable of critical reasoning and acting in good faith towards achieving her intentions, which are nice, at least for the moment, and I hope they'll always be so.

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These are the moments I will recall when I’m sixty nine, like the beatles sang. Speaking of nostalgia, What a weird time we are living in, but I guess every generation feels the same when they see what the youngsters are up to in their lives. Our younger generation, conshumans, lives digitally. The probable outcome of the zillions of parts making up Adwitya’s entire brain chemistry is that digital media will make up about 99 percent of its experience, if not more.

We are conshumans living 6hourisms, whether we like it or not, whether we make plans for 60 years, which is 6 decades, or 60 months, which is 5 national budgets, or 60 days which is 2 months, or 6 weeks which is 42 days, ultimately boiling down to 6 days, working our jobs till the next Sunday, which is always just a few 6hourisms away, if you count them cumulatively, but keep your hopes high and your spirits aloft because life is a good allegory for a raft floating down the holy Ganga, rocking and swaying for all you are worth; if you live life well you will emerge purged of your sins whether from this life or the previous, ready for the next life starting afresh to commit sins anew, you know! Wipe the slate clean, so to speak. Speaking of slates and wiping, I believe Adwitya was born tabula rasa, a blank slate, and she learns by observing. For example , she wipes her high chair after we eat, since she has seen us do that forever. Children are copycats/parrots - which we call tota in Hindi. I am teaching her Hindi more often than English.

Just when you think you have done more than life could ever make anyone do, you will have to make tricky decisions that you will wish you didn’t have to, and you won’t know the outcome of even a single one of them now, because the past is history and the future is a mystery, so thank you all for investing your precious time and mind space, goodbye for now, see you in another life within this polychromatic existence that we call living, and this is no time to give up on your dreaming, so make the most of what you have, shatter the whole world’s ears, just like how I intend my baby gogu gangsta daughter to live her life! Until my time on earth is up, I will protect her. Adwitya makes a gym out of me.

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