Monday, May 9, 2016

Subjects and your life

Philosophy is like the father; at young age we think we don't need it because it is boring. But as we mature with age, we realize how relevant it is for our life and cannot stop thinking about it even for a day. 

Science is like the mother; introduces us to our living reality, makes us curious, teaches us the way of life; is no-nonsense and precise with no room for ambiguity; we find it complicated sometimes but once we start understanding it, we find it the most sensible thing. 

History is like the grandparents; we learn things from the bygone days; to know more about our ancestry and the glory of our family's past. Interesting even if old. 

Geography is like the wife/girl-friend. She can take you places in life; but it all comes with a price as well. And the places can be good and bad! It may be beautiful gardens or muddy, thorny roads. 

Commerce is like the brother. Precise, calculative and with finite limits. Everything is proportioned and partitioned. To be respected, but studied carefully. 

English is like your uncles and aunts. It can be as interesting as non-detail or as boring as literature. It is all in your perception. But essential for the spice of life. 

Art (music, painting, etc) are like your friends. They give you the creativity and variety in life. Without them, your life has no color. 

Physical education is like your enemy. It keeps you on your toes, keeps you fit so that you are mentally and physically strong and can face anything in life. 

Moral Science is like God. Nobody cares much for this subject while at school. But as you mature, you will learn this subject even without studying. 

Now in the above statements, who am I missing? I have not written about the sister. You know why? Because the sister is one relation that encompasses all the people above is a highly pure and divine relationship. She is one person who cares. She can be loving like a mother, teach like a father, be fun like a friend and what not. 
Love them, protect them, respect them.

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