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EGO

Hello readers  before  I begin this article I would like to tell you all that I am not posting any sketch or writing any of my poem  as I want to you all to be more aware of the real life situations that are going around us  rather than  seeing my  poems and sketches which have no relevance  with reality  and  these situations need  more of our attention than those fancy world stuff  as ultimately reality is our residence :)

So coming back to the point my today's post is about EGO  our biggest enemy  the one single thing which ends all  beautiful  relationships,the one thing  which has killed many dreams and the major  problem of Ravan in Ramayana which  destroyed him  as they say  TOO MUCH EGO  KILLS YOUR TALENT .

STORY 

So today's story  is a real life story of  one of my cousin's friend who wanted to become a musician he has the ability to play  five different musical instrument and is  very gifted  but his father being a  person who is on  very top position did not allow  him to pursue his career thankfully  the  boy  was also  not  that  passionate  in making career in that field otherwise even he could have committed suicide just like   the guy in three idiots movie .


Another real life story I would like to tell is of almost all of us we leave our certain friends and  family members  because of our ego  and our ego is so heavy on us  that we fail  to understand the essence of their  presence and  we become used to their  absence  sometimes  we do miss them  but  our ego is so heavy on us that we just don't want to look back at them .

CONCLUSION

I keep  on repeating the same line  in my every post that I am  not any big  but if my words  do make a little difference in your  life (as we get inspired by certain short films :P)  please  do kill your ego  before it kills you .



 with love: Shruti :)

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