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UNLOCKED 2. Support GRANTED

The tag line under a recent advertisement read - life 2.0. Isn't it better to say realization 1.0 for the post-covid era?


Life starts throbbing for us past few weeks since the primitive streak, safe inside the womb. As we sail on in life, there happens a non-deliberate forgetfulness as to what exactly is that which matters and forms a support system for us to cruise.


Pat comes in the covid lockdown forcing all to maintain their geo-position status quo. A spectrum of emotions was to follow in the coming days. In the race of life, for many, the frills were the only things visible; they had forgotten the stitch that held the cloth together. 


Being stuck at either home or far from it made everyone realize the importance of many a thing. Many in pursuit of a career were ignoring the silent supporters back home. They were cherishing the rungs of their career and foolishly thinking that it's the workplace that made them go in life. They suddenly realize that it isn't what they thought was helping them rise in life.


The support life granted for them had been taken for granted by them. What a wonderful thing sometimes a small piece of RNA can be. It makes humans realize somethings most ignored off.



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  1. dr jogiOctober 31, 2020 at 2:02 PM

    Well written Dr Sankaran.

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  2. vinodOctober 31, 2020 at 3:57 PM

    Good one dr sankaran

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  3. Pavan MangiOctober 31, 2020 at 5:43 PM

    Bitter truth realised the hard way . Hope the lessons remain with us forever . Well thought of and thanks for sharing

    Keep going !!

    Pavan

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  4. UnknownOctober 31, 2020 at 5:54 PM

    Well said Dr
    Bitter truth of life.

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  5. UnknownNovember 1, 2020 at 7:43 AM

    Mm ❤️ wow

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  6. UnknownNovember 1, 2020 at 11:01 PM

    Let every human being realise that it is only the family which is his backbone..Which helps him stand upright happily...Very good thought dear friend...Keep going

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  7. UnknownNovember 2, 2020 at 9:09 AM

    Well said ....
    I like your way of presentation...
    Your effort to make the people realise about REALISATION 1.0 is great ...Let ourselves, our kiths and kins and our society rethink about the gifted life...

    Dr Jayasree R S

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  8. UnknownNovember 2, 2020 at 10:58 AM

    Really..this small piece of RNA has lot more to teach..

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  9. Dr Shafeena ARNovember 2, 2020 at 6:40 PM

    Well said Doctor👍

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  10. Dr J P SaliniNovember 3, 2020 at 1:30 PM

    So true 👍

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  11. Dr.Sankaranarayanan JNovember 9, 2020 at 7:40 AM

    Thanks dears

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