If there’s no bad cop, how’s the good cop to get his work done ???

I observe as my own heart rate accelerates…

Students panic in the presence of a strict teacher, and run towards the soft-hearted teacher to explain their problems…

And I got my conclusion then…

This process is the only process that can make children speak out the shenanigans adults cannot see…

I mean, maybe in the perfect world, there are only nice people around and everyone shares everything…

But in India, with such confusion between the pressure of societal cultures and the need for freedom and expression, children don’t know who to go to when they need help…

Their mind is in a whirl with the thrill of holding special and exquisite moments in their palms…

Well, all that is good, rather great, but they need to know they can come to someone to talk to when they need it…

And here, there is the need of a bad cop, to make that happen…

They need to also be reminded of what mistakes they have done and how to realise them…

I think it is amusing that people would find it surprising that we can understand them…

That we can KNOW them…

I don’t wish to remind of grief…

That’s remorseful and merciless…

That’s the whole opposite of the meaning of understanding others…

That’s insensitive…

The purpose is for people to hold on more tighter on others as they weep, making no sound…

Forever…

Whenever…

Closer to stroke their back when needed…

To understand and relate as it is our own loss…

To understand…

To become someone they could talk to…

So people can swallow the burning sensation in their throat…

Others are vulnerable and sad, if you see clearly…

Want nothing but to make them smile again…

I hope every bad cop slowly transforms into a good cop with time…

Ugh…

Will things change??

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