{"id":64,"date":"2010-05-16T03:17:00","date_gmt":"2010-05-16T03:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/2010\/05\/16\/five-people-and-me\/"},"modified":"2010-05-16T03:17:00","modified_gmt":"2010-05-16T03:17:00","slug":"five-people-and-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/2010\/05\/16\/five-people-and-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Five People and me&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">&nbsp;<a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_lCPM9gvkpxE\/S-8JgNv4DPI\/AAAAAAAABjo\/sxPjtfMQAUU\/s1600\/347444694_a6b86c053c.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_lCPM9gvkpxE\/S-8JgNv4DPI\/AAAAAAAABjo\/sxPjtfMQAUU\/s320\/347444694_a6b86c053c.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: right\">Date: 21st Nov 2009<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: right\">Place: Kharsang, Arunachal Pradesh &#8211; India<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: left\">Dear Dad,&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: left\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: left\">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Que Sera, Sera &#8230;.<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: left\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify\">For the first time, I understood&#8230;what Alfred Hitchcock wanted to convey in <i>The Man Who Knew Too Much. <\/i>It again happened to me&#8230;I fail to recollect an instance to convince myself that this person ever spoke the truth&#8230;The truth, they say, shall never  die. It is such an inherent virtue that everyone seeks it in our quest  for justice. I sought the truth, but all that I am&nbsp; rewarded with was pain and deceit&#8230;but not happiness. When it happened to me for the first time, I lost a lot, but I understood that it was never meant to be&#8230;all that remains of it is a relation of indifference&#8230;.I could forgive and forget.Second time, it was a twin blow, successive attempts to seek selfish gains&#8230;pushing me into a situation to reevaluate every human relation&#8230;I lost the start to push my life into a better zone of comfort, I could forgive&#8230;but I shall never forget. Then, it was a mix of circumstances and ego, that created a passion to destroy me, I shall never forget the moment.&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify\">All these moments, were intense yet short experiences&#8230;.but what happened today, is a long drawn one&#8230;possibly because I was foolish enough to believe the story all through. I now understand, winner is a relative term, we ought to define the sphere of influence in defining a winner. It is not possible to win in every sphere of life&#8230;Today, I admit&#8230;my belief in people failed me&#8230;because of two&nbsp; rather unfortunate souls&#8230;one happens to be a disgrace to the thought of dignified existence and other happens to be a disgrace to parenthood and parenting. How often do we find someone who is challenged in regard to value education be blessed with parents&#8230;one of them is an equally unfortunate soul in regard to judgment, and the other&#8230;a mute spectator of their disgusting traits, kept in the dark by these blemishes on social fabric? I am no one to judge them,&nbsp; they will suffer for their deeds. I am stuck dad, show me the way&#8230;to understand the truth&#8230;and walk the right path.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">&#8211; abhijith&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style=\"font-size: x-small\"><i>Note: This post\/entry belongs to Simply Me&#8230;my personal diary.&nbsp;<\/i><\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: left\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Date: 21st Nov 2009 Place: Kharsang, Arunachal Pradesh &#8211; India Dear Dad,&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Que Sera, Sera &#8230;. For the first time, I understood&#8230;what Alfred Hitchcock wanted to convey in The Man Who Knew Too Much. It again happened to me&#8230;I fail to recollect an [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2341,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2341"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/simplyjith\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}