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A Simple Take On Words Spoken

We all have the privilege to watch movies and learn about many things in the world. Movies expose us to a great deal of knowledge.

Relax, I am not going to hold a debate on movies. I mean, “only if my blogs were so simple”, right?

We have watched many action films where all of us have seen a gun, right? Hold that thought till the end okay? All of the decorations of action films are defined by having guns, and yeah, fighting skills too.


People of Iran had been living peacefully until there came a king, a ruler, who was as cruel to people as we are to our self-health. 

Admission of the king resulted in seclusion of freedom of the people. He changed all the legal policies and obviously, made it a dictatorship. The Iranis were troubled. One of the couples with a young boy decided to stand against the dictatorship. Pretty gutsy move right? Well, the only flaw in their rebellious decision was that there was no plan. But they were motivated enough to do something. They had always covered the face of the young boy whenever they’d see soldiers around their house. So the boy had never seen the faces of soldiers, and he had never even peeped.

Aren't we always filled with this kind of passion; where we have no idea at all what we will do, but we still want to do something? Situations like this find their value elevated in terms of vagueness, leading to confusion. Rebellion and vagueness are what cause a nation to fall. Doesn’t it?



During one of the King’s speech, the husband threw a couple of rocks at him. 
(This was expected, right? I mean: dictatorship, political inferiority, public throwing something at some leader, the whole show)

Well, good thing it hit the king’s bodyguard. The whole family was arrested for treason. The young boy was dragged inside a dungeon and was locked in. The soldiers killed his parents first. The king told the soldiers that he didn’t want the boy to see his parents die. 

The boy had heard two shots. 

Now being in such a situation forces oneself to become more aware and think with more maturity. 

He put two and two together and had reached the four. On reaching four, he cried. The boy bit into one of the soldier’s calves and when the soldier picked him up, the young boy spat on his face. The soldier threw him to the floor and shot the child. 
This child had never seen a gun. And the first day that he saw a gun, was the day when it was pointed toward him. 
And imagine, looking at a gun, for us, is very normal.  

It is because of this reason that people are often hurt even if we didn’t intend to. 

Whatever we say will be like a gun we’ve always seen in the movies and with the police. But to whomever it is said, it will always be like a gun for the young boy. 

The question arises: “Whose fault is it?” Or for some, it’d be like, “Is there a fault then?”

Being the writer of this blog and the initiator of this thought, I’d gladly like to put it out there very bluntly that, both of these questions are correct and do not need to be argued over.

1. Whose fault? : If you want this question to be answered, it is the speaker’s lack of intuition. I wouldn't refer to it as a fault. For them, it's like you never know how deep your words affect a person.

2. Is there a fault? : That’s for you to figure because it always depends on something, doesn't it? It is a reflective blog, not an informative one :) 



Things will always be different to go about with, with different people. What matters is what and how you say anything to others. It can be the honesty offered, the words to make them happy, the lies, the words to make them feel bad. It all depends on how your heart wants it to be. Be intuitive. That goes a long way. 

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The king had told the soldiers that he didn’t want the boy to see his parents die. If you dwell deeper, he meant that no parent should see their children die. So it wasn’t the kid he wanted to protect but rather wanted to kill the parents with their dignity despite their rebellious moves.


The king, being cruel, was intuitive. The question is, are you?


By: Shaon Bandopadhyay
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