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Inheritance of Parental Benevolence (and Vice versa)

The dust, the traffic and eternal construction of Bangalore not withstanding, the city to me has always been fun to visit, more so, in summer when the calm and embalming Bangalore whether is even more drastically differentiated than the sweltering and cruel heat of Delhi summer.
A day spent with customers, with absolutely promising discussions over lovely dinner, culminated to the designation of best of the days as I got call from my old college friend while coming back to my hotel, Taj Westend, ensconced in the wonderful forest like greenery.
Reaching back in the hotel, after picking him up , we say down for a long chat over a small drink of single malt. I took a long look at him, he looks a happy man though complains of discrimination at work, on account of region, language and all, worried that his career progression might not be keeping pace with his hairs going silver. I remember, as we chat about his modest career growth and my absolutely absurd financial pragmatism, of the young man I met in the college, pros of having successfully sailed through the dreadful Pre Engineering Test as out was called then, secure in the knowledge of protective and powerful college seniors, something which set him on the path of unnecessary student skirmishes, earning him the sobriquet of Dada, correctly used for big brother in Bengal and elsewhere for leadership role in hierarchy of rowdism. Clearly aware of ourselves being the ammunition to his guns of fury, it was always fun to hear him jump around full of Don quixotic exuberance. Now married to a lovely and calming lady, the man has mellowed down a bit, but still great fun to be around. In a world where it is a pretty common tendency of most people to deny there own past, he always comes across as a sign of self affirmation to me as he reminisced about the past and referred fondly to how he was taken care of by me in those days of young struggle, when ideals were as lovely and as green as the first leaf, dancing in light winds after a summary rain.
I do believe these random acts of kindness which I have indulged into through my life will rub off as magic stardust on the being of my daughter. I have seen prejudice being held about kids who have now grown up, based on the mean and banal or sometimes gracious and thoughtful natures of their parents. It is so very common and every one falls prey to it. For no fault of theirs, kids have to bear the overbearing weight of the ill manner and nasty ideology of their parent.
 It takes immense prodding of your inherent benevolence to step forward and support offspring of those known to never have stepped out to help any one, who have lived an utterly selfish and meaningless life. While we step in with great sense of ownership to claim the benefits of all the good doings of our parents as rightful heir, we fail to acknowledge that we are forced to inherit the fall outs of the inheritance of evil doings and malevolence of their parents. This is a quid pro quo, a long drawn conclusion.
We all know, what goes around, comes around- what we fail to know, that if what goes around does not come around in our own lifetime, does not mean that we have escaped the hard taskmaster that life is, by being a smooth operator hiding all our evil doings and our evil thoughts. It will come around to haunt the unsuspecting lives of those who we leave behind. Being a parent is thus a very important responsibility, you are forever setting your child for doom in the life if you can not undertake the seemingly onerous task of living honorably, with a sense of old-fashioned dignity, for the dark shadow of your life will extend itself into the being of the child. This impact could be a dark shadow which extends onto him or her, or could a magical splendor of the morning sun, depending on how you life your life. Being a parent, trust me is no easy task, and being a good human being is a necessary ingredient of your being a good parent.

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