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For God's Sake Leave sex alone

Of late I am really reading the Chinese Birth Chart, which a colleague of mine has given to me, not simply because I am planning to have a child, but I am purely fascinated its sheer accuracy. Basically, the chart determines the sex of children if the age of the mother is known and the month on which the baby is conceived. I thought that was a marvelous piece of device to have a set of balanced number of sons and daughters in a family. And how do you determine its correctness? If you know the age of the mother when the child is born, you have the answer.

And if you want to re-determine your sex, you go back nine months from the month you were born in, keeping in mind your mother’s age when you were born. That’s the month when you were conceived according to the chart. There, it would be marked either M or F. That definitely sounds spooky and correct too. I wish our parents have consulted that sheet as well when they were planning to conceive us in the first place.

The idea of knowing the sex of your children even before it’s been conceived sounds scary, well to me at least. And that doesn’t sound exciting. When one is ready to have a baby, it is a big thing. It means so much to the parents. It means that the couple’s love is finally come to fruition. It means they trust each other enough that they are ready to take care of their children both in good and bad times.

Forgive me, but some are really born otherwise. Well, most of us are born without meaning to be born – in that split second when people are clouded by their lust and greed. It is a sheer mistake of the two people who are never meant to be together yet they are thrown together by a wavering fate to lustily gratify their needs and derive a momentary pleasure.

To be born is a sacred and a one-time-opportunity, says the mighty Buddhist saint. But then if we determine what we want to create, then we are trying to act like gods. As you know, Christianity believes human life is sacred because it is bestowed by the God. Now consult that birth chart and procreate according to our wish, then, talking Christianity, we are trying to act God.

One thing that is peculiar about this chart is that it only concerns about the age of the mother and that of the father’s is overlooked. Now, talking science, fathers are more likely to determine the sex of the children owing to their nature of chromosomes. I am not of a biologist, but I am told that usually fathers are more blameworthy when it comes to their children’s sex.

And if you say “I want a boy,” then there is a boy and “I want a girl,” and then there you have a girl, can you relate this to the Bible: ‘God said “Let there be light…”’?

In life, curiosity is important. When I already know the EPL scores, I hardly feel like watching the game the next day. And likewise if we know the questions well in advance in an interview, there isn’t any charm in appearing it, well for me at least. But there are people who love receiving answered questions, which would appear in their interviews. We are losing our ethics here and how come we are reduced to such a state? Are we not degrading the core human values? Where are our consciences?

I believe there is a heavy competition in the job market, but what about fighting it out with dignity?They are things that we earn!


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  1. Man, this out-stands many of your pieces. Very powerful, entertaining and thoroughly researched. There are lines in there charged with wit and wisdom. I must admit your pen is turning into gold! Keep writing and give us more of it!

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